Hearing Zhang Luo's words, Frankenstein didn't say anything, just strode over, stood in front of the black-clothed ripper in the quilt, and asked, "Okay?" ”

"We're going to try it first." Zhang Luo said.

Since it is a single bed for children, the quilt is naturally a model used by children, and there is only one quilt. Although Frankenstein could use it, the quilt could only cover his upper body.

In fact, whether or not this thing can be used to defend against attacks, Zhang Luo is not clear now. He just came up with a solution that might work, and then he put it into practice.

So, now it's time to test the method.

Walking to the light switch with the quilt on, Zhang Luo and the girl in white glanced at each other, and then turned off the switch without hesitation.

"Smack!"

At the moment when the light on the ceiling was extinguished, various supernatural phenomena reappeared without suspense. The originally warm bedroom has once again become a stage for nightmares.

Then, Zhang Luo immediately discovered that the purpose of the quilt here was not to become an indestructible shield, but to ......

"Can I move? So what are you afraid of? ”

Realizing that he could finally move freely with the lights off, Zhang Luo picked up the girl in white beside him and rushed towards the nearest bedroom door on the left.

Since he was not a mechanical body in his dreams, Frankenstein weighed much less than he did in the real world. It's almost the equivalent of an overweight child.

The body in his arms is still as cold as usual, and his skin is as smooth as some kind of porcelain, but he is not Zhang Luo of Lolikong, and he doesn't care about problems such as "feel" at all, so he just rushed to the bedroom door and kicked it neatly.

"Bang!"

The bedroom door, which was locked with the lights on, was easily kicked open by this kick at this time.

At this time, Mr. Rabbit, who was holding a dinner knife, had already walked behind Zhang Luo.

Rushed into the bedroom that also did not turn on the light, several shadows that emitted a foul smell came towards him, Zhang Luo pressed the light switch next to the door without saying a word, then put down the girl in his arms, turned around and closed the bedroom door heavily, and shut the bloody doll out of the door.

"Goodbye, bastards."

Finally leaving the haunted living room, Zhang Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the bedroom scene in front of him.

Unlike the living room, this smaller bedroom looks like a child's study.

In the corner of the room, there is a small wooden table with a lot of stickers, a notebook on the tabletop, and a light blue shell lamp with Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse painted on it. On the wall directly behind the desk, there are three tiers of wooden bookshelves filled with fairy tale books.

On the left-hand side of the door, there is a large brown wood wardrobe, more than two meters high, reaching the low ceiling of the children's study.

"Hmmm......"

I recall the shadow of a humanoid figure I saw when I first entered the bedroom with the lights off. Staring at the wardrobe next to him that was too high for a child, Zhang Luo had a certain ominous premonition in his heart.

Standing in front of the closet, he grabbed the cold handle and pulled it violently.

The scene that immediately came into sight instantly confirmed his thoughts:

"It's so pathetic." Frankenstein commented with a blank face.

There was no clothing in the closet, except for a one-meter-tall skeleton hanging from it, with long brown curls hanging from the back of the skull.

The rope loop that was supposed to be around the neck was stuck under the skull at this time, and although it was rare for the body with only the white bones to be unbroken, it looked like it would collapse immediately if it was touched.

At the bottom of the closet, directly below the child's skeleton, there was an old postcard with a line of red letters written on it in the cute round font from before, and a crooked birthday cake drawn next to it:

HAPPY－BIRTHDAY！

Zhang Luo bent down and picked up the postcard, then shook his head:

"The little girl was hanged in the closet on her birthday? What a tragic story. ”

There were no hanging tools such as a stool underneath the skeleton's body, and with her height, it was impossible to hang a rope from the top of the closet. There is no doubt that she did not commit suicide, but was forcibly hanged here by someone.

Of course, she could have been killed somewhere else, and her body had been carried to the closet. But except for the change. Outside of being a murderer, Zhang Luo would not think that someone would be bored to do such a thing.

Moreover, the focus now is on finding the key, not on investigating the cause of the girl's death. So Zhang Luo didn't continue to study the corpse, but stood in front of the desk and opened the notebook with a pink cover.

The text in the notebook is still in that round font, and the content inside is a simple and heart-wrenching story recorded with a child's brushstrokes:

"Mom didn't hit me today, she just slapped me and gave me this notebook, so I can finally keep a diary! Will definitely use it well. ”

"Today, an adult in black came to talk to my mother, and I wanted to say hello to them, but they ran away, why? Is it because I'm scary? ”

"My mother promised me today that I could go out on the street with her, but she wouldn't let me speak, and I would be beaten if I did. But I want to speak—"

"I ...... (The text here is too distorted to be legible) hurts, but tomorrow is Mom's birthday, birthday card...... (unintelligible)"

"I'm going to hand over the birthday card to my mother soon, I'm so nervous, there's no blood on it, right? Hopefully she'll like it, and hopefully she won't hit me again when she's a year older. ”

After reading the contents of the notebook, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein glanced at each other, and before they could speak, they heard a staccato conversation from the closet behind them:

"Mom...... Do you really hate me so much......"

“…… I'm sorry, but I have to. I'm sorry, I ......"

"Mrs. Winston, what are you doing, that's an important experimental sample! Stop it! ”

"Don't touch my daughter! Don't touch her! Don't touch ......."

Hearing the sound of a dialogue that looked like a "camera replay", Zhang Luo and Frankenstein turned around at the same time.

They didn't see what was happening, only a white ghost floating out of the skeleton.

The moment the ghost left the skeleton, the skeleton that was still hanging in the closet suddenly "fell apart" and turned into a pile of dry bones.

The pale ghost began to quickly condense into a human form, taking on the outline of a little girl with curly hair, but the face was completely invisible. Where it should be a face, three large dark holes are exposed, which look like eyes and mouth.

"Am I really that nasty?" The curly-haired girl, who had finally regained her "flesh", tilted her head and asked in an innocent voice.

"I don't hate you." Zhang Luo shook his head.

"Can you hug me, then?" The curly-haired girl asked.

Zhang Luo nodded.

"Be careful." Frankenstein whispered.

The ripper, who was wearing a pitch-black trench coat, threw aside the quilt that was still draped on his body, and strode towards the terrifying "little girl" in front of him. He opened his arms and gave her a big hug.

"Thank you......" said the girl.

With a "click", the dagger in Zhang Luo's hand stabbed into the back of the little girl's head, and he felt the cold body in his arms twitch for a moment, and then like a melting ice sculpture, it quickly collapsed and disappeared.

"No thanks." Zhang Luo said as he put the dagger back in his pocket.

-- Let this girl's soul continue to stay here, and I can only think about the scene of being hanged every day, which only adds to the pain. In Zhang Luo's view, letting her get relief is the right thing to do.

But when he looked back, he immediately found that his "teammates" obviously didn't think so.

"What did you do?"

Frankenstein's voice revealed a rare hint of anger.