The front door of the kitchen was violently smashed open.
Literary Army was soaked all over by the rain, holding the stick in his hand and standing at the door.
The woman looked back nervously, shook off Xiaolan's hand holding her sleeve, and said hurriedly, "Wenya, be obedient and leave quickly. Mom... Mom wants to play a game with uncle..."
Companions appeared from behind and grabbed Xiaolan's arms.
"Xiaolan, let's go quickly..."
The literary army strode over.
"Walk!"
Wenya's mother pushed her away hard, leaving her with a tearful smile before closing the door.
"It's all my fault..."
Close the door and lock it.
Inside the door, there was the furious roar of the literary army and the sound of things crashing and falling.
Outside the door, Qin Yin and Jasmine hugged Xiaolan's shoulders, turned their backs to the boys, and wiped away a few tears on her face.
"She covered our mouths and sent us out," Baomu's voice was soft. "She was protecting us, Wenya's mother was protecting us."
"I don't understand," Qiao Nian said, "What is she doing with the electric baton?"
Jasmine sighed, "Will you follow her obediently without holding the electric prod?"
Qiao Nian looked at Jasmine matter-of-factly, "Yes."
"..."
"I can't beat her."
"But...but not everyone is as cowardly as you..."
"Well, that's right," the fool raised his hand, "I fought her twice, and the mask was torn off by me... Do I have to pay for it?"
Jasmine stared at the two of them sadly.
With these people here, there is really no need to worry about children having psychological problems.
Xiaolan didn't know why she was crying just now. She stretched out her hand and wiped her face, feeling strange.
What happened to yourself?
"I'm fine," Xiaolan said. A rubber mouse fell out of her pocket. She looked down and picked it up awkwardly, "Where is this place?"
"It's a corridor."
The Taoist Master grabbed the candle light and shined it into the depths of the dark corridor.
The lights on the porch were no longer on, and the wires were detached from the lampshades, hanging in mid-air, swinging from side to side.
At the end of the corridor, there is a door.
The Taoist leader took the lead and approached.
"The door is not closed."
This is a wooden door that is ajar. The style of the wooden door is the same as that of other rooms. A faint light shines through the crack in the door.
The Taoist priest opened the door.
An old smell mixed with dust came to my face.
Facing the room is a spacious double bed.
This is a bedroom.
A brass chandelier hangs above the double bed, and the orange light pours out from the chandelier. Although it is weak, it is very warm.
But they couldn't feel any warmth.
On the bed, there was a person lying flat on his back.
Rather than saying it is a person, it would be more appropriate to say it is a mummy.
The man was lying quietly in the middle of the big bed. He looked like a skeleton, with his brown skin deeply sunk into his bones. Judging from his clothes, he should be a man.
The blue pajamas on the male mummy have faded, and the fabric clings tightly to the body, seeming to be integrated with the body.
He was half lying on the bed, holding a rag doll in his arms.
Xiaolan leaned over and looked at the doll.
This doll is very special, especially the waterfall-like long dark hair.
Xiaolan knew.
"This is me...this is Wenya's mother's doll."
Everyone's doll has some personal characteristics. Wenya's mother's long hair is her characteristic.
Qin Yin glanced at Xiaolan uneasily, "Then this person is..."
"This person should be me," the Taoist priest said slowly, "Wen Ming."
"Was he also killed by the God Child?" After the fool said this, he realized that the Taoist Master was the God Child in his mouth.
The Taoist priest shook his head, "I don't know, but there must be key clues here, look for it!"
As soon as these words came out, the team immediately took action.
Xiaolan was still a little taboo about the fact that "it was my father who died", so instead of following Qin Yin and Fool to turn over the body, he walked directly to the desk by the wall.
The desk was very clean and there were not many things. Xiaolan saw the glass photo frame in the center at a glance.
There are three people in the photo, the man is very handsome but slightly haggard, and the woman has a bright face - it is Wenya's mother who just rescued them from the kitchen. In the arms of the two of them, they held a child less than one year old.
Xiaolan reached out and touched the photo frame.
The three of them were all laughing so happily.
What about now?
Xiaolan's nose felt sore again, and she decisively stopped the sadness rising in her heart. She sighed, raised the photo frame, and carefully observed the three people's faces.
Snap.
Something fell along the back edge of the picture frame onto the table.
Xiaolan took a look.
It's a piece of paper hidden behind the picture frame.
Jasmine and Qiao Nian heard the sound and came over.
"What is this?"
Xiaolan picked up the paper and folded it.
"Hey, it's not paper, it's an envelope."
"What's inside?" Qiao Nian stretched her neck.
Xiaolan opened the envelope and took out a thin piece of white paper.
Turn over.
"It's a medical record."
Fool and Baomu also came over.
"It's... Wen Wenming's medical record," Xiaolan stared at the medical record. After seeing the name, she raised her eyes and glanced at the Taoist priest's back, "it said he had... had cancer."
"Cancer?" Qiao Nian quickly pointed to Wen Ming's body, "Then he died of illness?"
Xiaolan shook her head.
Then I don't know.
"To be honest," Jasmine showed the photo frame to the others, "this literary soldier has a physical problem at first glance."
"So Wen..."
"Look!" Qin Yin, who was searching for the corpse alone, suddenly shouted.
The shout was full of surprise.
She had already pulled out the sheets from under the body, and was now holding the edges of the sheets with both hands, moving her mouth toward the bed.
"Look at the bed! Look at the words on it!"
The mattress under the sheets looks completely different.
The mattress is covered with large red characters.
"It's all my fault." Xiaolan muttered softly.
There are only these three words, three words repeated countless times.
"Who wrote this?" The fool squatted beside the bed and looked at it.
"If it is written in literature, then who laid the sheets for him?" Jasmine frowned, "It seems... he should have insisted on writing these things until the last moment."
Qiao Nian pointed out, "Isn't there still Wenya's mother? She's still alive."
Xiaolan stared at the mummy blankly.
There was a strange feeling stuck in her chest.
At this time, the radio in the room rang.
"Wenya, you finally discovered what happened to your parents," Wenya's mother's voice calmed down, "It's us who listened to the nonsense about the creation of all things. It's us who are too selfish and too stupid. It's us who took Wenya's life seriously."
This is what our home has become.”
Xiaolan hugged the doll in her arms.
"Now, the Wen family is going crazy and dying. Wen Ya, I know this is too cruel for you, but no matter what, you have to live."