"So what do we do now?"

Just when the two of them were a little frustrated and didn't know where to start, Zhang Meng unexpectedly saw a house and took out the painting that Xiaoyu gave him yesterday from his pocket.

The house in front of me is almost exactly the same as in the picture.

"Perhaps, Wen Lei is not the only one who knows the truth."

When the two found the security captain's house, they explained their intention to Xi Yu.

"I'm sorry I don't think that's appropriate." Xi Yu refused very cleanly, and her first feeling as a mother was to avoid her child being hurt again.

"Please understand, I have to talk to him, even for a few minutes!" Zhang Meng asked.

"He won't say anything, what's the good of that!"

Ruan Jincheng explained: "Xi Yu, we think that more people will be killed, and the terrible things are still going on. ”

"My husband and the others were just drowning, that's all." This matter has been drawn, the scar has already been produced, why do you have to uncover the touch again and feel another heartache.

"If you really think that's what we're going to go, but if you think there's even the slightest possibility, let us talk to your son."

Xi Yu was stunned, and after a moment, he made way to Xiao Yu's room.

The door of Xiao Yu's room was open, and he sat obediently in the room drawing, and the floor was full of toy soldiers.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, remember me? The person who paints with you in the park. ”

Zhang Meng picked up a painting on the ground, sat down next to Xiao Yu, and said, "I really want to thank you for the painting you painted for me last time." But I need one more favor from you. ”

Zhang Meng took out the picture of the house that Xiao Yu had given him before from the pocket of his clothes and handed it to Xiao Yu.

"How did you come up with this, did you have a premonition that something bad was going to happen?" Knowing that Xiao Yu might not speak easily, Zhang Meng took a roundabout approach, "Maybe, you can answer me by nodding or shaking your head." ”

But Xiao Yu didn't react in any way, and the brush in his hand still didn't stop.

"Are you scared?" Zhang Meng felt the slight change in Xiao Yu's breathing, and reassured: "It's okay, I understand, I have seen a lot of terrible things before." I was also scared when I lost someone important, and at first, like you, I didn't like to talk, but I knew he wanted me to be stronger. I think about it every day. I try to make myself stronger and stronger. ”

Ruan Jincheng listened on the side, and suddenly felt that the man in front of him was actually not as strong as he imagined.

"Maybe your dad wants you to be brave too."

Hearing this, Xiao Yu stopped the brush in his hand and looked up at Zhang Meng.

Even Xi Yu was surprised by Xiao Yu's reaction, this was the first time since his father's death that he took the initiative to react and make eye contact with other people.

Xiao Yu handed the newly drawn picture to Zhang Meng.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu."

Holding Xiaoyu's new painting, the two began to look for the next clue.

"Xi Yun said that the child had never painted such a picture before his father died."

"There has been such a case, the extremely painful experience caused the person concerned, to be able to predict the future and psychic, is it Xiao Yu's experience that made him feel that mysterious creature?"

"It's only a matter of time before the next person drowns out, and if you have a clue, talk about it!"

"Okay, we'll have to find another house." Ruan Jincheng pointed to the house in Xiaoyu's painting and said.

"There are more than 100 yellow two-story houses in this town alone." This is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, and they don't have that much time, and the time between killings is getting shorter.