Xiaolan moved Qin Yin's hand away and insisted on exposing her eyes.
Fortunately, the boy's eyes have been focused on the Taoist priest.
"It's not me..."
The boy shook his head, his pupils filled with tears.
The Taoist priest walked around the corpse on the ground and squatted in front of the boy.
"Are you Zhao Wansheng?"
Tears rolled down from the boy's eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at the group of people standing behind the Taoist priest, and then tremblingly buried his head back in his arms.
Although Jasmine's face looked grim, her voice was calm and she asked, "Who is he?"
"I don't know..." Choking sounds full of grievances came from the boy's little body, "He suddenly... suddenly appeared at home and entered my room. I was very scared..."
The fool exited the room and looked at the furniture in the living room. He hadn't noticed it just now, but now he saw that there were indeed signs of rummaging.
"It should be a thief who broke into a house." The fool nodded towards the Taoist priest.
"Then, what happened?" The Taoist priest said in a gentle voice, "Wan Sheng, don't be afraid, tell us."
Wan Sheng suddenly stopped talking.
"Wansheng?" Jasmine stretched out her hand.
When Jasmine's hand was still a few centimeters away from Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng suddenly raised his head, and the look in his black eyes was completely different from before.
"I'm not Wan Sheng," Wan Sheng said word by word, "I'm Zhao Baihuan."
"Zhao Baihuan?"
Luo Jiutian tugged Jasmine's arm from behind, and Jasmine shrewdly stopped.
What now occupies Wan Sheng's body is Zhao Baihuan's manic personality.
"Then can you tell us what happened?" The Taoist priest said without changing his expression.
Wan Sheng curled his lips and sneered, "Humph, can't you see? Wan Sheng killed someone. My good brother, Zhao Wansheng, finally killed someone... No! No! It's not me!"
In the middle of what he said just now, Wan Sheng suddenly seemed like a different person. He hugged his head desperately, and the tears welling up in his eyes came out again.
"Wan Sheng," Jasmine never missed a chance and grabbed Wan Sheng's arm, "We know it's not you, don't be afraid, calm down and tell us what happened."
Wan Sheng's chest heaved violently. He stared at Jasmine, his cheeks and the whites of his eyes gradually turned red. Finally, as if he had reached a certain critical point, Wan Sheng let out a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes tiredly.
When he opened it again, his eyes had become surprisingly calm.
"Wan Sheng is too fragile," this time, Wan Sheng's tone was as calm as chanting, "I'll tell you."
It should be Zhao Qianle's depressive personality now.
"He is the person who lives above us," not only his tone was calm, but under the control of this personality, Wan Sheng's eyes seemed to have lost their brilliance, "He climbed into our home through the ladder outside, Wan Sheng
When I found him, he was rummaging through the cabinet, he found the family's money, and then he wanted to do bad things to Wan Sheng."
Everyone followed his story and saw the fire escape outside the window and the wallet dropped in the living room.
"Then," Wan Sheng showed a small and weird smile, "Wan Sheng killed him."
"Wan Sheng did it? Not Zhao Baihuan...or did you do it?" Jasmine's outstretched arms were already covered with goosebumps.
"We can't do it," Wan Sheng shook his head, "Only Wan Sheng can, and... this isn't the first time for Wan Sheng..."
Jasmine retracted her arm and rubbed her forearm with her other hand.
"What does this mean?"
In an instant, Wan Sheng's expression changed again.
They can already distinguish it, and now is the real Wansheng.
"I didn't...I didn't do it..." Wan Sheng clenched his loose clothes helplessly, "Although before...but this time I didn't do it...my, my brother will help me, they
I will take away the dead ones every time...brother will help me..."
every time?
They finally knew what Zhao Baihuan was hiding.
This Wansheng is not an angel.
He is a devil, but he has the appearance of a deputy angel.
"We won't help you," Wan Sheng's personality changed to Zhao Qianle again, "This time is different. You killed someone, you have to bear the price, you have to pay with your life."
"I didn't! I didn't kill anyone! It wasn't me!"
"Who else could it be if I weren't you?" Zhao Baihuan's personality joked and said in a strange tone, "How many animal carcasses are buried under the trees in the yard? It's all your doing, Zhao Wansheng, it's all yours
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"But it's really not me this time! It's not me!..."
Everyone looked at Wansheng as if he was playing face-changing, talking to himself, and as bystanders, he learned more and more information.
"This is really a difficult problem," the fool leaned against the wall. "A patient with multiple personalities has committed a crime, and all three personalities deny that they committed it. Who is that? Is there a fourth personality in Wan Sheng's body?"
"Probably not," Baomu pinched his nose and said, "Wan Sheng's two personalities are created for a reason. How could there be an extra one for no reason?"
"That means someone is lying," Qin Yin said meaningfully, "Oh no, someone is lying."
Xiaolan also imitated Qin Yin and Fool, raised his chin, and looked at Wan Sheng, who had been talking to him for a long time.
"No, does it matter who lies?" Jasmine turned her head, "The one who did it must be Wan Sheng, isn't this..."
"It's not me! It's really not me this time! It's not me!..."
"Okay, okay, it's not you," Jasmine said perfunctorily, then turned around and continued, "The key is that we need to know what his regrets are and what he needs us to do. Have you forgotten that we still have to go out?"
Everyone finally remembered their mission.
Luo Jiutian went straight to the point and said to Wan Sheng, "Little brother, no matter who you are now, you have to know that we are here to help you, so you..."
Wan Sheng suddenly raised his right hand, interrupting Luo Jiutian's words.
At the same time, Baomu's ears also perked up.
"They are coming back," it should be Zhao Qianle's personality at this time, "you should hide."
"Hide? Where to hide? There are eight of us."
But Wan Sheng ignored them, and Wan Sheng's own personality returned to him. He stood up and rushed out the door with a whimper. Everyone also heard the footsteps and conversations outside the porch.
They are back.
"Do you want to hide? Do you want to hide?"
"Here!" Xiaolan opened the curtains a little, and sure enough, there was a small balcony outside the curtains, which could barely accommodate the group of them, "Quickly!..."
The sound of keys, the sound of doors opening.
The Taoist priest was the last one to get into the balcony, and Xiaolan immediately closed the thick blackout curtains.
"elder brother!"
"Wan Sheng, we're back. What's wrong? We're crying so much... What's the smell in the house? Qian Le, please go in and take a look."