Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and a string of blood splattered out.

She held her head and couldn't believe what was in front of her.

It's impossible, it's impossible, it's a dream, it's fake, Master won't do that.

Master raised her, taught her, and poured half of his life into her.

Master is the person she admired the most since she was a child.

This person is just similar to Master, and she will not be deceived so easily.

It's all fake, fake

In the video, there is blood all over the ground, grandpa, grandma, father, and mother are lying in a pool of blood, and she is young and curled up in her mother's arms, shivering.

Wen Yan turned her mother over, and although she was dead, she still held the child tightly with both hands, refusing to let go and let others take her away.

Wen Yan broke her hand bones, took one of the hands of two-year-old Lin Xiaofan, and picked her up like a kitten and a dog at random.

She was too weak, kicking and struggling on all fours under his hands, babbling out of her mouth.

Wen Yan stretched out her arm, and she suddenly hugged it, and with great hatred and resentment, she bit it.

She was so small that she couldn't do anything, she just wanted to bite him to death like this.

Wen Yan frowned in pain, and laughed again after watching the blood spill from the corners of her tender mouth.

"You've tasted my blood, and you're civilized."

He pinched the back of her neck, and she slowly let go, her body limped, and her limbs fell to the ground, unconscious.

And Wen Yan's arm left a small, bloody tooth mark.

Wen Yan held her in one hand, threw the gun casually, and came to the video recorder.

His face zooms in front of the camera, and he looks at the camera, looking at it without saying a word for a moment.

After thirteen years, it is like looking at Lin Xiaofan silently today.

"Mr. Wen, let's go, they called the police, and the police are coming soon." It was said among the gangsters.

Wen Yan pressed the switch of the video recorder, and the picture on the TV went dark.

This is the end of the video.

Lin Xiaofan sat on the ground and looked at the darkness in a daze.

She remembered something a long, long time ago, when she was only seven or eight years old, and once it was raining heavily, and Master went out and never came back.

She stood at the gate of the mountain residence in her cloak and waited, afraid that something would happen to Master, who was her only relative in the world.

It wasn't until late at night that the master finally came back, soaking wet, but looking at her, he still lowered his face and scolded her.

"What are you doing standing here in such heavy rain? If you're sick, don't you have to practice tomorrow? ”

She didn't feel scolded, but felt that the master cared about her, afraid that she would get sick in the rain.

"Master, I boiled hot water and prepared clean clothes for you." She followed the master in, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to make a basin of hot water that had been boiling in the pot and sent it to his room.

Master took off his soaked coat and threw it on the ground, exposing his arms.

Master wears robes, tunics and the like all year round, and wraps them tightly, and summer is no exception.

It was the first time she had seen the skin on Master's body.

It was so white that there was no blood.

Because of the white, a deep imprint on the forearm is clear and abrupt.

"Master, why are you injured?" She put down the hot water and looked at it with her arms around her hands.

Wen Yan was suddenly stunned before pushing her away, and didn't move.

"Who bit it?" She asked distressedly.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, and then spoke hoarsely: "An ignorant child. ”

"Does Master hurt?" She was very young and only knew how to rely on him, "I will give Master a call." ”