This side is only a short moment. Qingyu wanted to take a closer look, but the picture was broken, everything in front of him suddenly returned to the underground garage, and the children in front of him seemed to recall the past, and looked at Qingyu's eyes with even more resentment.

"It's... Senior brother, do you see clearly?" Qingyu didn't care about the eyes of these children, he was still in the shock of the scene just now.

"That person, why does he look the same as me?"

The senior brother turned around and looked at the herring, the light near the manhole cover where several people were not very bright, the face of the senior brother was a little dark and unclear, the herring was a little unable to see the look on his face, and when the senior brother turned around, the herring fish heard his words

"Maybe it looks like it. ”

What does it look like? Can it be the same as what is reflected in the mirror? Before Qingyu could think about it, the next sentence of the senior brother pulled his mind elsewhere

"So what are you waiting for here, and where is the headmaster?"

That's right, the headmaster!" Qingyu suddenly remembered the scene he had just seen.

The middle-aged man, who looked kind and kind, always looked grateful whenever a nearby resident came to bring some clothes and food, bowed and thanked them over and over again, and told the residents about the pity of these children over and over again. After the residents left, they all gave a thumbs up and praised the headmaster for being a good man.

But when the door was closed, the man had a devilish face! The poor children were subjected to all kinds of molestation and destruction day after day under his hands, and the two middle-aged women had the same face. Only that young girl can give the children some warmth on weekdays.

The fire burned all the children, burned all the evidence of the principal's crimes, and the crimes of the two women were erased with the fire. But Qingyu felt that even if these two women were crying incessantly in the fire before they died, and were swallowed by the flames inch by inch, it could not relieve the anger in his heart, let alone the resentment of those children.

And where did the principal go?

"I don't know. The big boy shook his head.

The souls of these children can only stay in this vicinity, and as the years deepen, their resentment grows heavier, but they don't know anything about the outside world.

And at the mention of the word principal, the little girl suddenly went berserk.

"Headmaster... Headmaster... Ahh

She let out a terrible scream with a thick resentment, and her face was instantly covered with a layer of blood mist, and the children suddenly shouted in unison with this scream

"Die!

Qingyu only felt a monstrous blood hatred and resentment burst out from this group of children, and their spearhead seemed to be aimed at themselves in an instant, the pair of black eyes stared at him, and all the children's mouths were full of blood, like a terrible ghost roaring angrily

"You kill her, you kill her!"

The form of the room changed in an instant, although the principal could not be found, but in the eyes of this group of children, the herring in front of them, who resembled the man who killed the female teacher, became the object of their venting.

Seeing that this resentment condensed into a black mist like a substance in mid-air, the vacuum suddenly picked up the demon pestle and paused heavily on the ground, and at the same time he made a "moo" sound from his mouth, which with a heavy roar in the garage, turned into a huge "swastika" swastika in mid-air, and directly covered it with the black mist condensed by the resentment.

The swaska's characters slowly rotated in mid-air and sprinkled ten thousand golden lights, each golden light sprinkled with a black mist, and in just a moment this black mist was dissolved, and the souls of the children kept howling miserably under this golden light, and their bodies became more and more transparent, and some of the younger ones were almost melted away.

"Monk, wait a minute. The elder brother stretched out his hand to stop the vacuum, and the souls of these children had to be melted away by the swastika. Hearing this, the vacuum accepted the spell, and looked at the senior brother with some puzzlement and asked

"What's wrong? Don't you send them overdue?"

Although the resentment is deep and there have been a lot of troubles, the suffering that Vacuum Nian suffered in their childhood, after adding that they are all children, and they are also soft-hearted and want to resolve the resentment, they are directly sent to over.

"Wait, I'll let Lao Chu inquire about it. It's better not to let them go with hatred. The senior brother shook his head, he didn't care what time it was, he called Chu Junxiong with a phone call, and asked him to help investigate this incident decades ago.

After putting down the phone, the senior brother looked at the children and sighed

"This person is my junior brother, not the one who killed your teacher. ”

He pointed to the herring

"If you look closely, he's not a few years older than you, but he just looks alike. ”

As soon as the senior brother said this, Qingyu suddenly remembered that the person he saw was indeed older and more mature than himself, and this person who was carved out like a template with himself could it be his father who he had never seen?

Qingyu thought of his life experience for a moment, and his face suddenly became a little solemn, after all, the word father was a little too unfamiliar to him. But after thinking about it carefully, it's not right, this thing has happened for seventy or eighty years, and that person looks like he is in his twenties, and if he lives to this point, he will be a hundred years old.

According to his age, he can't be eighty years old before he has himself, right? Qingyu felt a little unreliable no matter how he thought about it, he was lowering his head and wondering, he felt that someone was looking at him, Qingyu

When I looked up, I saw that the big boy's face was almost on his face.

The pair of black eyes saw that the herring was a little hairy, and the boy circled around the herring, and carefully saw every hair on the herring's face clearly, which was a little suspicious

"Really, not?"

"Not really. The senior brother smiled and nodded, as if he was infected by his gentle appearance, plus it was the senior brother who stopped the vacuum, so although the boy was still a little confused, he no longer pestered the herring.

At this time, the senior brother's phone rang suddenly, Chu Junxiong's efficiency was really not low, and in just a few minutes in the middle of the night, he found out what happened decades ago. He hung up the phone after a few simple words, and within a few seconds, the elder brother received a few pictures.

The pictures range from county records to yellowed old newspapers. The elder brother looked at it for a moment and read out the contents of the picture

"Wang Weiren, the former director of the X Welfare Institute, was robbed by gangsters the day after the fire in the welfare home, and was stabbed to death with 17 knives. Condolences from all sectors of society"

After all, he was the director of the welfare home, and there was an obituary in the old newspaper, but the boy laughed when he heard it

"Dead?17 knives, not enough, not enough!!"

"It's not enough, but in hell, tens of thousands of years in prison are waiting for him. "For their torture, this person died like this, it is indeed a bit cheap for him, the senior brother looked at the sad appearance of these children and said with some pity

"People are dead, too, so I'll send you away. If that's not enough, trust me, we won't make him feel good when we go to the in a few days."