Uncle Han hurried over, picked up Zhaoting, and stamped his feet, saying that he should not leave him alone, and told the police to deal with these 'human traffickers'!
I watched from a distance and felt a little relieved.
When I turned around, I suddenly paused.
I didn't think anything of it just now, but now that I think about that woman's groan, I feel that the voice sounds a bit familiar...
But I can't remember exactly where I heard it.
After carefully searching through the memories of the past month, this voice did not appear, but what is certain is that I must have seen her.
But the more I thought about it, the more wrong I became. Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang were the first to have an accident, followed by the second uncle and Lulu, and now Zhaoting was blocked again. If Chaoyang hadn’t been nearby and created a crack, I might not have known about it, and maybe I would have taken the photo.
Ting was arrested!
Just thinking about it makes my heart tremble.
In Nanjiang City, except for Shen Zhaoshan who was missing, everyone else was living peacefully and nothing happened to anyone...
Coupled with the familiar voice of that woman, no matter how you look at it, it is all directed at our family!
Who is that person!
Suddenly realizing this, my nervousness increased to another level, and I had to redouble my energy to take good care of my family.
However, the situation still occurred.
The next night, I went to look for Zhaoting as usual and stopped opposite the balcony of Third Grandpa's house. After waiting for a while, Zhaoting didn't show up.
The living room of Third Grandpa's house is dark, and if you listen carefully there is the sound of a kitchen knife chopping bones.
boom--
boom--
boom--
what happened?
I put my perception into it and saw the messy tables and chairs that had fallen to the ground, the broken transparent glass vases, and the room was in a mess, as if there were traces of a fight.
And in the kitchen, a kitchen knife was hanging in the air, chopping the human legs on the cutting board... again and again.
Blood flowed into a small river on the wooden floor.
Next to the cutting board, there is a human head still frightened... It's Aunt Qi!
damn it!!
I have protected you in all aspects, why is something still happening!!
And what’s up with the kitchen knife that moves by itself?!
And when I rushed in, I realized that it was not the kitchen knife that was moving on its own, but a man standing in front of the cutting board. He was wearing a black apron, the material of which was very similar to the one worn by the man in black robe.
"Han, Uncle Han..." I opened my eyes in disbelief.
Uncle Han... chopped up Aunt Qi.
When Uncle Han heard the sound, he raised his kitchen knife hand mechanically, and suddenly stopped in mid-air. He turned his head slightly, and I heard the cracking sound in his neck due to stiffness.
Uncle Han's normally honest and honest face had an especially frightening expression at this moment.
His smile was as stiff and sinister as if it had been painted with a paintbrush: "Nuan Ting... you are back... come... eat the food cooked by Uncle Han..."
"Uncle Han! What are you doing! That's Aunt Qi! That's your wife!" Tears blurred my vision again.
I went to pull him, but the apron on his body emitted a holy light and knocked me away.
I bumped into the railing of the balcony, and I could still hear Uncle Han's unhappy complaints, jumping out word by word: "This girl... what are you talking about... such a good dish..."
Uncle Han stood in front of the kitchen counter, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, suddenly grabbing handfuls of meat and stuffing it into his mouth, devouring it hungrily.
He still said vaguely: "It's delicious... it's delicious..."
"Uncle Han!!!"
I rushed forward eagerly again and again, only to be knocked away again and again. I gradually lost my strength.
Uncle Han's belly was also getting bigger and bigger. When the door lock rang, Uncle Han's belly suddenly popped like a balloon! The splash of flesh and blood covered my face and body.
I tremblingly raised my hands that were covered in foam, completely losing my voice.
Uncle Han was lying next to the kitchen counter with a happy smile on his face and holding Aunt Qi's foot in his hand...
"vomit -" my stomach was rumbling, and I knelt on the ground and vomited wildly.
Uncle Han, died right in front of me.
At this time, the door lock rang.
I used my last strength to escape from here and stood on the big tree opposite the balcony of my third grandfather's house. My feet kept slipping and I almost fell to the ground several times.
I wiped my tears hard and suddenly wanted to be the enemy of the whole world.
The door to Grandpa San's house was pushed open, and I saw my dad, who looked tired, taking Zhao Ting's hand and just taking a step in, he stopped where he was.
"Zhaoting, close your eyes."
"oh oh!!"
There were many things imprinted in my father's voice, and he hurriedly picked up Zhaoting in his arms and went upstairs.
My mother and Aunt Duan came in next, carrying some daily necessities in their hands, which were also scattered on the ground.
In a short period of time, Aunt Duan's face was filled with vicissitudes of life. When she saw the blood in the living room, she fell to the ground and shouted hoarsely: "Old Han!! Guiyu wuwuwu!!!"
My mother was still calm, so she took out her mobile phone and called the police with a pale face.
My dad hurriedly came down again, glanced at the miserable situation in the kitchen, and turned his head unbearably: "Guizhi, isn't this too abnormal? It happens again and again, but not again and again."
My mother sat on the ground at the door, squeezing her hands constantly: "Yes, it must be for our family."
Aunt Duan screamed and fainted.
"Ruyan!"
"Duan Ruyan!"
"Guizhi, I'll take her to the hospital! You wait here for the police to come!!"
"Okay! Pay attention to your safety and don't touch any strange things on the road!"
"knew!"
My dad carried Aunt Duan on his back, hurriedly went downstairs, ran out of the community, and took a taxi to the hospital.
At this point, I am even a little confused, who am I and where am I?
The flesh and blood on the skin was automatically absorbed by my body. I waited for a while, and sure enough, the ghosts of Uncle Han and Aunt Qi did not appear. They must have just stepped out of the body and entered the underworld.
And Huangquan Road blocked me.
My head was dizzy and I walked back, and my senses were a bit unbearable, but I still tried my best to hold on.
Returning to the tomb passage, Chaoyang has not returned yet, and he should still be looking for traces of Shen Zhaoshan.
I was like a walking zombie, wandering in the neon-lit city, and unknowingly I wandered to Tong Tong's construction site.
Turning his head and looking over slightly, Tong Tong was mumbling to himself under the moonlight as usual, facing the incomplete moon.
But he didn't make a sound, only his lips moved slightly, and I couldn't hear what he said.
I walked in dejectedly. Tong Tong looked at me and showed a calming smile as usual: "What's wrong with you? Your emotions seem to be very depressed during this period. Have you not recovered from the accident of your loved one?"
I didn't answer him. Following his angle, I looked up at the yellow moon with only one tooth left: "What do you say to the moon every day?"