The man cursed in disgust, stood up, kicked the woman's head out of the door.
Xiaolan followed the woman's head with her eyes, watching it roll into the corridor and then into the kitchen.
Then, the blurred tearful eyes returned to the man.
The man stood by the bed bell, not knowing what he was doing. After a while, he turned around and threw the various small toys he was holding on the ground.
The bed bell is empty.
The man came over, rubbed Xiaolan's head with his bloody hands, and then picked up the little hands on the ground.
He hung his little hand on the bed bell.
"Oh, it's so beautiful," the man clapped his hands, "As expected of my baby, he looks beautiful everywhere."
The man knelt down next to him again.
Lift the knife.
My throat has become dumb from crying.
Blood splattered.
As her consciousness gradually blurred, Xiaolan knew that the child was gradually dying and that she was about to return to her own body.
"call--"
Xiaolan staggered, leaning back, covered in cold sweat.
Her legs went weak and Xiaolan sat on the ground.
By the way, I almost forgot, I do have abilities that I can use without mobilizing the spiritual tide.
You can see the stories of the dead yourself.
Although I don't know why I have this ability, since I experienced what happened to Xiaozhi, I have indeed been able to see some people's stories. This ability not only does not require spiritual power, it does not even require will.
Others can't see these things, so there must be clues here.
In addition, where was the mother’s body dragged by the man?
This may be the final answer.
Xiaolan looked through the stumps hanging on the wake-up bell and found nothing different. Then she knelt down and looked at the doll next to it.
Nothing.
There is nothing else in this room.
Xiaolan returned to the crib, carefully picked up the blanket, and shook it.
There is nothing, and the pattern on the blanket is nothing special.
The child's dried body was still wearing white pajamas soaked in blood.
Xiaolan planned to reach out and look through the child's clothes, thought for a few seconds, and then retracted her hand.
It always feels rude.
perhaps……
Xiaolan lifted the child's back and picked him up.
Sure enough, a small bag wrapped in cloth was placed under the child.
At first glance, this small bag looked no different from the mattress on the bed, which may be why it was not discovered by the man.
Xiaolan opened the cloth bag.
There is a piece of yellowed checked paper inside.
Open.
It's a letter.
"If you read this letter, then something bad must have happened.
Please help us.
We just want to leave, we just want to leave intact, please help us."
Xiaolan folded the page and put it in her pocket.
Let me help you.
Xiaolan spread out the sheets on the cot, took off all the stumps hanging from the bed bell, put them inside together with the child's body, wrapped the package tightly, and tied the package around her body according to the method seen in the TV series.
There was no movement outside the door.
Xiaolan carried the cradle back to its original place and unlocked the door.
Is he really gone?
Xiaolan put her ear against the door.
"Bang bang bang!"
I was intimidated again.
"Xiaolan!"
"Wen Ling?" Xiaolan immediately recognized the voice, "Are you out? Is he gone?"
"Let's go!"
Xiaolan felt like she was alive again, but out of caution, she still tested Wenling's identity with the question "What's my last name?"
I originally wanted to ask for Xiaolan's full name, but telling Xiaolan's full name was already an impossible task for Wen Ling.
"Ask the spirit!"
"Xiaolan!"
As soon as the two met, they hugged each other with tears in their eyes.
One person was carrying a basket of heads, and the other was carrying a bag of body parts.
But overall, the scene was still warm.
"Wenling, how did you know he was gone?" Xiaolan let go of Wenling and asked.
"There." Wen Ling pointed to a room at the end of the corridor.
"Where is he? What is he doing there? Is that our next mission?"
Wen Ling thought for a while and said, "Choose."
"choose?"
Wen Ling nodded and pointed at the remaining two rooms that they had not been to, including the one where the male ghost was hiding.
"I understand, the next task is that we have to choose one of these two rooms."
Nodding excitedly.
"The other one..."
Wen Ling lifted the basket in his hand and pointed at the woman's head.
"Her body is hidden in another room!"
"Uh-huh!"
Here, players are faced with questions where choosing the wrong answer will result in death. Just because the ability to ask spirits is really useful here, this last level is like opening a book for them.
Wenling grabbed Xiaolan's hand and said, "Let's go."
The two walked to the door of the room where the woman's body was hidden.
but……
Xiaolan paused.
Wen Ling looked at her doubtfully.
"Wen Ling," Xiao Lan hesitated for a moment, then took off the package and handed it to Wen Ling, "You take this child and leave first."
Wen Ling blinked, not understanding what she meant.
"This room is the correct answer, but it is not my answer." Xiaolan's eyes changed. "I saw their stories, so my answer is to help them get revenge."
Wenling was startled by Xiaolan's eyes. She pulled Xiaolan's wrist and realized that she was not joking.
"Danger."
"I know," Xiaolan grinned, "but it's just a game. If I lose, I'll be eliminated at this level at most. If I just leave like this, I'll even get the bonus.
It’s also uncomfortable.”
Wen Ling stared at Xiaolan's eyes, with a strange light shining in her gray eyes.
She bit her lower lip, hung the package on her body, and walked to Xiaolan instead of walking to the correct door.
"Together."
Xiaolan's eyes widened, "But can you fight?"
Wen Ling curled up her little face, snorted, and pumped her fists a few times, "Of course."
"Then...then you are not allowed to cry," Xiaolan said, "If you get beaten accidentally, you are not allowed to cry. If I am beaten, you are not allowed to cry. Even if I am beaten to death, don't cry. Just commit suicide."
Then let’s quit the game and go eat together.”
Wen Ling nodded solemnly, but the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was about to cry again.
The two stood in front of the door where the male ghost was hiding, taking deep breaths.
Wen Ling tightened her grip on the basket and Xiaolan's hands.
This is just a game though.
But the world is not a game.
The game has a selection of games.
We have ours.
Xiaolan grabbed the door handle and took one last look at Wenling.
The two nodded in unison.
Open the door.
A bright light flashed into their eyes.
"Shashasha..."
The sweet sound of the pen tip scratching across rough paper.
A man had his back to them, sitting in front of an easel, sketching something on paper.
There are pencil drawings posted everywhere in this room.
The orange sunset poured in through the window, adding a touch of tenderness to everything in the room.
When the man heard the sound, he stopped writing and turned his head.