Jiang Qiao was cold, was this change of Meng Kite the hallucination of the inextricable Qianda Po, or was it reality?

She opened her eyes wide to see more clearly, but what surprised her even more was that not only her face, but also the bare skin on her body was covered with these radioactive cracks that were about to break, and as she looked down the lines, she found that the root of these horrible and ugly cracks was actually started by the finger pinching Jiang Li's chin.

"Let's take our leave... Jiang Qiao stood up abruptly and interrupted the conversation between the two.

At this moment, Jiang Qiao just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.

"Then I won't send it." Meng Kite straightened up and returned to his seat, looking at everyone with a smile, without the slightest intention of retaining.

Mao Daxin then stood up, walked past Meng Luan's side, and whispered: "At 7 o'clock tomorrow night, the old place, see you or leave." ”

It wasn't until she got out of the Meng Mansion and walked on the lively main street that Jiang Qiao felt as if she had returned to the world from hell, she took a long breath, looked at Jiang Li and said, "This Meng family is really weird, have you seen that Mrs. Meng's face... ”

Halfway through speaking, Jiang Qiao stopped talking, damn it, which pot is not opened, knowing Jiang Li's eyes... and before his presence he saw things which were not seen. She peeked at Jiang Li's expression, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but it was obvious that he was preoccupied tonight.

"Huh?!" Mao Daxin on the side suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Qiao's heart skipped a few beats, she clutched her chest, but saw Mao Daxin staring at the phone in a daze.

"I... My colleague sent me the photo of Mrs. Meng in the file, Xiao Qiao, take a look, is the old lady Meng you see the person in the photo? ”

Mao Daxin handed the phone to Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao took it and took a look, the photo on the phone looked a long time ago, although the border was yellow, and he could still see the general appearance clearly.

But... This is not the old lady Meng she has ever seen.

Jiang Qiao shook his head, Mao Daxin took a few deep breaths, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly ran into a stationery store across the street, and after a while, he saw him walking out with a stack of drawing paper, he sat on the bench for pedestrians to rest on the street, and painted seriously, Jiang Qiao walked over and found that he actually knew how to sketch.

"I didn't expect you to have this ability?" Jiang Qiao sighed sincerely.

Mao Daxin didn't raise his head: "Just kidding, I've studied, and I'm the first in this course." ”

Jiang Li sat on another chair and looked at the Meng Mansion thoughtfully, Jiang Qiao leaned over and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

"You just said what happened to the face of the kite?" Jiang Li asked.

"Uh-huh... I saw that all of a sudden, cracks were on her face, like shattered glass, shattering into small pieces. Jiang Qiao recalled that face, although it was beautiful, it was also terrifying.

"The last drop of yellow spring water is on your eyes, so you can see things that others can't." Jiang Li lowered his head and pondered.

Jiang Qiao suddenly sounded the psychedelic Qianda Po City, which was made by reflecting the secrets or fetters in everyone's hearts, she saw the church of the source of the curse, because that past made her life only a short time, what about Jiang Li, what did he see?

He must have seen something, otherwise he wouldn't have taken so long to act.

"Jiang Li... When we were trapped in the city of Gandha, you... What do you see? Jiang Qiao hesitated, but decided to ask.

There was silence.

Just when Jiang Qiao felt that he would not get this answer, Jiang left his mouth: "I saw the orphanage when I was a child. ”

"An orphanage? I thought... I thought you'd see your house and your parents. Jiang Qiao smiled.

"There was my sister in the orphanage, and my life changed dramatically there." Jiang Li raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and there was a trace of sadness in his voice.

"I've got it done, little Joe, come and see." Mao Daxin shouted.

Jiang Qiao hurriedly walked over, and I have to say that Mao Daxin's sketching is really perfect, and the portraits on the paper are vivid.

But Jiang Qiao could recognize at a glance that this was not the old lady Meng she had seen.

"Is that the old lady you met?" Mao Daxin asked expectantly.

Jiang Qiao shook his head.

"This... No way, you ... Do you take a look at it again? Mao Daxin couldn't believe it.

Jiang Qiao looked at the old lady on the drawing paper carefully, and suddenly, she frowned.

Hey, it's strange... Why is this face so familiar?

This... It's not...

No... How can it be...?

But... If it's Gandhapo... Maybe it can be done ...

Yes? Could this be the truth about Gandha?

"Which one is the real old lady Meng?" Mao Daxin couldn't close his mouth in shock, he didn't expect that there would be three old ladies Meng, the ones he had seen on the hospital bed, the ones Jiang Qiao had met, and the ones in the archives were completely different.

"The question now is probably not to find out the real old lady, but to why the two fake ones turned into an inconvenient old lady who has been bedridden for a long time. If it was done by Ganda Po, is there any inside story? "Jiang Li analyzes the head of the road.

Mao Daxin only felt that his brain was not enough, and the beloved girl was living in such a deformed and distorted family, and his heartache almost suffocated him.

"Daxin... There's one thing I've been caring about, and you're not angry when you hear it, I'm just analyzing it. Jiang Qiao thought of another thing in his mind, and said in a hurry.

"What?" Mao Daxin has not yet recovered from the shock just now.

Jiang Qiao thought about how to express it, and finally decided to tell the truth about the doubts in his heart: "Child... The child of Mengluan ... Have you ever thought that maybe she didn't beat it down, but gave birth to it. ”

"No... No way. Mao Daxin categorically denied this possibility.

"However, now that I think about it seriously, Meng Luan only said that the child had been dealt with, and never said how to deal with it, not to mention, I think with Meng Luan's experience, she may not have thought of beating it, she probably gave birth to the child, and then... Then she hid it, so she went to find that scumbag that day, in fact, she just wanted to ask him what to do in the future! ”

Jiang Qiao said what he thought in his heart, and sure enough, he saw that Mao Daxin's face was getting worse and worse.

"It's possible that when we went to Meng's house before, we heard babies crying, and most importantly, the appearance of those infant spirits!" Jiang Li said.

"Huh?! What do you mean ... That kid has been... Jiang Qiao exclaimed.

"Well, it should be less auspicious. It was through the baby's resentment that the city of Ganda Po was conjured. ”

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