"Xiao Ke, call uncle and aunt."

Xiao Ke looked at Lu Hong fearfully, and couldn't open his mouth for a long time.

If her mother described her father's murderer as a demon, then from the outside, Lu Hong's paper-thin flesh and skin contained it like a demon.

Xia Lan looked at Xiao Ke's helpless appearance, and the atmosphere instantly became terrifyingly dull.

When she first saw Lu Hong, Xia Lan never reacted like this, but compared to her daughter, she was just more restrained.

"It's okay, I'm so cute."

At this moment, Liang Wei broke the deadlock, half-squatted down to look at the girl, and said softly while patting her back to stabilize her emotions.

After Xiao Ke diverted her attention from Lu Hong, she regained the nature that a twelve-year-old child should have, and asked curiously, "Auntie, who are you?" ”

"We are your father's colleagues, and we have not had the opportunity to visit you because we have been stumped by something."

Liang Wei skillfully moved out the rhetoric against Xia Lan, omitting some content that was incomprehensible to the little girl.

"Daddy......" The girl's eyes immediately dimmed.

When the bouquet of memorial flowers withered with time and the music of mourning sounded, she did not cry.

When the coffin was closed and the last nail was placed on her father, she did not cry.

When she and her mother came to the crematorium hand in hand to see her father leave, she did not cry.

She thought that crying out loud was the best way to vent her grief, but then she realized that true grief could not be turned into tears.

It was deeply silted in the bottom of my heart, like filthy and rotten mud.

Strange fluctuations came from the girl's body, not only Lu Hong sensed it, but Liang Wei and Sun Yong on the side also looked at each other in surprise.

Is it triggered by strong emotions?

Although it is still very weak, it is a talent that cannot be underestimated.

Lu Hong asked himself, at the same age, without accepting the guidance of others, he can't do this.

He thought of some families that had been inherited for a long time, and the reason for their longevity was because it came from the power of blood.

Most of the time, the bloodline will be lurking, but there will always be some chance that the bloodline will be stimulated.

And the girl's seemingly weak body contains Song Nancheng's blood.

It's like a gift before death......

Lu Hong thought so in his heart, but he couldn't calm down.

"Xiao Ke, let's go in and talk for a while......"

Taking the girl's hand, Liang Wei walked into the girl's bedroom with her.

Click-

The door closed, and Xia Lan felt nervous inexplicably.

Although the three of them came up with irrefutable evidence to prove their relationship with Song Nancheng, she lost her husband's support, and her heart became anxious and sensitive.

So, even if reason knew that the red-haired woman was friendly, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Xiao is the only spiritual pillar she lives in this world, if something happens to her......

Xia Lan's change in demeanor naturally couldn't escape Lu Hong's eyes, he took out a bank card and handed it to her, "I'm sorry for causing you uneasiness, this is a little bit of heart we brought, and the password is Nancheng's birthday." ”

"No, no, I can't."

After these days, Xia Lan has long understood the importance of money, but she can't accept the kindness of the three people who only have one side.

"This is also a consolation money from the company, Nancheng should have told you about the nature of our work, right?"

Lu Hong's words with obvious hints made Xia Lan understand something.

"Nancheng is just an ordinary engineer."

A woman's strength is naturally no match for Lu Hong, and after she couldn't shirk it, Xia Lan had to reluctantly accept it.

On the other side of the partition wall, Su Mo was beaten in a thick shadow.

Their narratives were infinitely close to the words in his ears in his perception, and not only that, but also the movements, demeanor, and even the pores on their faces could be seen clearly.

It's a godsend.

After watching them carefully for a while, he lost interest.

If it's just this level, it's too boring, and it's no wonder that person can play them together.

Then he broke away from his state of nothingness, because suddenly a little girl with a delicate face appeared in front of him.

"You're a murderer, or Mr. Murderer who was wrongfully accused of being a murderer."

The little girl smiled innocently.

Compared to the real girl across the wall, her innocence is distorted to a certain extent, as if she can smile innocently in the face of any development of events.

"Don't answer? That's the default. ”

Previously, the little girl next to Lu Hong came into view and found him, no matter how it should be said that it was a bad situation, but he didn't look panicked, but looked at it.

Compared to the flawed illusory buildings, he was particularly surprised that what should have been a hazy spirit could form a condensed body like a human.

"Well, I'm very powerful, otherwise I wouldn't have found Mr. Killer."

The mystery that the living will explore is only where they go when they die.

Religious believers hold the idea of heaven and hell, which comes from various religious texts, and most of them persuade believers to be good in life and salvation after death.

But there is no record of where the so-called heaven and hell are.

With such a mysterious topic, Su Mo couldn't know the answer.

But the girl in front of her must have left traces of her survival as a human being.

"Is that what you're here for?"

Finally, he spoke.

Normally, he would hardly respond to people or things he wasn't interested in, but the girl did arouse a hint of interest in him that he couldn't tell whether it was murderous or interested.

"No, I just think Mr. Killer should be an interesting person, and he just wants to meet."

The girl, who had been standing before, involuntarily floated on her toes off the ground when she said this, but the excitement in her heart was clear at a glance.

"Interesting?"

As if he didn't understand the meaning of the word, he muttered the word again, showing a rare look of surprise.

"That's right, I've browsed all the artworks you've made, and they're all beautiful." The girl let out a heartfelt sigh and continued, "Man...... I just don't know the preciousness of life, so let them die, which is also the proper meaning. ”

"And it's an honor for them to be a work of art like this."

He could hear the frenzy and wistfulness in its tone, but the reaction was unexpectedly flat: "So what. ”

"Mr. Killer, your arrangement is still too hasty, if I make up for it, your plan will be perfect."

Keeping a perfect smile, the little girl said innocently.