Grass, it's not quite the same as on the drawings! ”

Seeing that he had lost the person, the fat man stopped, pinched his waist and scolded.

"That kid did it on purpose!"

I carried a lantern and observed my surroundings.

This side of the bomb shelter is completely different from the first two.

There is only one passage in the prison, and you can simply walk it.

The warehouse is not winding either, it is just three large houses side by side.

There were quite a lot of forks in the shelter, and the road was not straight, and we lost it.

I don't understand, a bomb shelter, the road is so complicated, when it comes to emergency evacuation. Aren't you afraid of causing panic?

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Just as he was thinking, the sound of a ball slapping came from the corner in front of him.

The fat man and I looked at each other, but neither of them moved, but each was on guard.

Moments later, a ball rolls out of the corner. At the same time, there was also the same child we had seen before.

The child picked up the ball, tilted his head to look at me and the fat man, looked at it for a while, and then he said in a milky voice, "Do you know my mother?" ”

"Huh?"

The fat man and I were stunned. I didn't understand what this kid meant.

"My sister said, you can help me find my mother!"

The child continued in a milky voice.

"Is my sister Wang Xuerou?" The fat man immediately asked with a smile on his face.

"Sister is sister!" The child said as a matter of course.

"Come, little friend, can you see if this is your sister?" The fat man tried his best to make his smiling face look sincere, took out his mobile phone, and brought up a photo of Wang Xuerou when she was a child.

The child's dark eyes widened, looked carefully at the fat man's mobile phone, nodded, and asked suspiciously: "It's my sister, but why did my sister run there?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

The fat man put away his mobile phone, the smile on his face became stronger, he took two steps forward, and said as gently as possible: "Little friend, can you take me to your sister?" ”

"My sister said, you promise to help me find my mother, and I can take you to find them!" The child's eyes rolled and he said in a milky voice.

As soon as these words came out, I immediately understood that it was Wang Xuerou who asked this child to come to us.

The purpose is unclear for the time being, maybe it's really so that we can help this child find his mother, or maybe it's to delay time so that she can have time to be alone with Wang Hai.

If it's for solitude, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, and we'll give her time.

In fact, even if she wanted Wang Hai's life, Wang Hai would give it, Wang Hai came this time with the will to die, and he didn't want to get out alive.

"Looking for your mother? We don't know who your mother is! The fat man spread his hands and said a little impatiently.

"I know!"

The child replied with a milky voice, put the ball in his arms on the ground, and the person also squatted down, inserted his hand into the ball, took out a photo for a long time, and raised his hand at us and said: "This is my mother!" ”

My attention was not on the picture, but on the ball on the ground.

It wasn't a ball at all, it was a human head.

I didn't find out before. After the child tore the skin of the ball, his true face was revealed.

It was an unrecognizable human head, and the face of the human head had been flattened, and it was not visible as it was, but it had a shape.

The fat man also found out, frozen there motionless, not knowing how to reply.

After a while, the child found that I didn't take the photo with the fat man, and asked suspiciously: "This is my mother, come and see!" ”

"Kid, can you tell me where your ball came from?"

I smiled stiffly and pointed to the human head on the ground.

The child's face immediately darkened, looked down at the human head on the ground, and muttered, "Sister is right, you will definitely ask!" ”

After muttering, the child grabbed the human head and slammed it on the ground, rippling in a faint circle. A picture unfolds before us.

At the beginning of the picture, a middle-aged man in his thirties with messy hair walks in a dark passage with his eyes crossed, holding a child of three or four years old. As he walked, he said, "Stinky bitch, dare to play me, dare to play me?" ”

His voice grew higher and higher, and the hand holding the child became tighter and tighter, and the child's face was suffocated red. But he didn't cry, just pleaded: "Uncle, I hurt!" ”

The angry man's voice mingled with the child's pleading, echoing through the cave for a long time.

"Pain? Is this also called pain? My heart hurts really hurt! The man roared. He lifted the child up and shook it back and forth, as if he were crazy.

The child seemed to be frightened stupidly, and his mouth was deflated, and he did not dare to say a word.

"What's that look on your face? What emoji? ”

The child's sensible appearance not only failed to quench the man's anger. On the contrary, it made the man even more angry, he moved sideways violently, slammed the child against the cave wall, gritted his teeth and said: "Your mother is like this, always putting on a pretense that everyone owes her." I'm sorry for her appearance, as if she was very wronged, and now you are like this, do I owe you? Do I owe you? ”

"Uncle, I'm sorry!" The child still didn't cry, just apologized with a hint of crying.

"Still like that. Still like this! ”

The child's expression once again angered the man, and his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was muttering, revealing a fierceness.

"You say. If I cut off your head and give it to your mother, will she be very sad, will she regret it, regret breaking up with me. Regret everything you do! ”

The next moment, the man leaned forward, put his head on the child's head, and said something with a thick bloody aura.

The child didn't answer, as if he didn't understand, but just looked at the man in a daze.

"Huh!"

The man smiled nervously, slowly retracted his head, pinched the child's head with one hand, and took out a circlip knife from his pocket with the other, and slowly stabbed the child's neck.

What the man didn't notice was. His hand around the child's neck became tighter and tighter, the child's little face was red, his eyes bulged outward, and the pair of calves that were still kicking were hanging down weakly.

When the circlip knife is forward, it is about to touch the child. A pair of pale hands suddenly appeared and wrapped their arms around the man's neck from behind.

A small knife also stretched out at this moment, cutting horizontally across the man's neck, making a dull tearing sound.

The man's neck was cut in half with a knife. Blood gushed out.

All this happened in less than three seconds, and it was not until the neck was cut in half that the man reacted and let go of the child. He lowered his head in a daze, trying to cover the wound on his neck.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The pale hands stretched out again, the knife slashed, and the cut on the man's neck widened again.

The moment the man fell to the ground and died, a little girl in a small pink dress appeared in our sight, she squatted down, picked up the child, and stroked the child's face with her pale little hand without a trace of blood, and said softly: "Little brother, wake up!" ”

At her call, the child opened his eyes.

The little girl smiled sweetly and said to the child: "Little brother, can my sister make you a ball to play?" ”

"Good!"

The child's milky voice replied.

"That's good!"

The little girl patted the child's little face lightly, stood up and took his little hand and walked inside.

Deep passages. The final image left for us is that of a little girl holding a child up to her waist in one hand and a dead human head in the other, walking towards the depths of the passage.

This is the end of the picture.

I looked at the fat man and swallowed.

What we just saw was the last scene of the little boy's life. That little girl is Wang Xuerou, that man, is the owner of the head.

It is clear that the man and the little boy's mother have a hatred for each other and have done extreme things.

He tied the little boy here, and he fought with the idea of dying together.

Understanding the cause and effect of the incident, I realized one thing.

The man and woman who died in the warehouse, as well as the man and the little boy just now, all seemed to be controlled by Wang Xuerou.

She, a six-year-old girl, controls so many ghosts, and why does she occupy a dominant position in the bomb shelter?

I can't figure it out, could it be that there is someone behind Wang Xuerou, or is there something else that happened to her in this bomb shelter?

I shook my head, I couldn't figure it out for a while, as long as she saw us, she would always figure it out.

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