Snapped.
In the silence, Xia Qimiao heard a sudden soft crash, but when she concentrated on listening, it was gone.
Her eyes roamed the room, but she couldn't see anything strange on the surface, and the windows were closed tightly, so there was no sign of anything breaking in.
That leaves only one place.
Xia Qimiao touched the arm crossbow, picked up the flashlight in his left hand, and the fishing line hook in his right hand, and approached the closet.
[Passive-Early Warning (Level 1) triggers, there is an attack coming, please be careful. 】
Halfway through the system's reminder, the closet door opened from the inside, and a ball of white stuff rushed towards Xia Qimiao's face.
Without blinking, she waited for something to come into her field of vision and immediately threw it with a fishing line hook and hooked it.
She immediately took advantage of the stagnant moment when the thing was hooked, fired an arrow, and penetrated it with one strike, driving it into the wall from the left.
Without any hesitation, she immediately threw the flashlight over and gave it two hard blows before it stopped moving.
Xia Qimiao felt that she still lacked powerful weapons at hand, so she could only use a flashlight to recharge.
The doll deflated like a deflated balloon, leaving only a thin piece of paper nailed to the wall. Only the head was still bulging, and it was filled with long black hair.
It's so disgusting that just looking at it makes my head tingle.
Xia Qimiao looked at the closet, where the sign "Beloved Daughter Zhang Ying" was still standing firmly.
It dawned on her, and she finally understood why the fonts on the folder labels felt familiar. She had seen them here.
This tablet was handwritten by Zhang Guangzong himself. He only wrote about death but not life because the child died before he was born.
If a father could cruelly kill his own child, would he really set up a memorial tablet for her, and would he still place it so close to himself?
Xia Qimiao didn't know that she didn't have a father. When Xiaobai woke up and asked her, she looked like a happy family with two parents.
She looked at the person lying on the other side. She didn't even wake up due to such a big movement.
Not only did she not wake up, she was sweating profusely and her brows were furrowed, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.
"Wake up." Xia Qimiao pushed her shoulders. Seeing that her eyes were still closed, he pinched her nose with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
One, two, three... She counted silently in her mind, planning to count to twenty until there was no response.
Fortunately, Xiaobai opened his eyes quickly, Xia Qimiao let go, and then was grabbed by the wrist.
"I dreamed, I dreamed!" Xiaobai gasped, "I dreamed the truth."
"How are you sure that what you dreamed about is the truth?" Xia Qimiao subconsciously analyzed that F-level players should not have such powerful props or skills. There is only one thing that can be distributed without level restrictions, "Your talent?"
Xiaobai nodded.
[Talent - Sympathy for a ghost: The more you sympathize with its experience, the longer you dream about what it experienced during its lifetime. 】
She was about to explain when she was stopped by Xia Qimiao.
"I don't need to know how you did it, I just want to know what did you dream about?"
Her sister is reminding her not to expose her information to avoid being used by bad people. She is really a good person. Xiaobai thought so, and then slowly told the dream.
"I saw it from the perspective of a bystander. I watched about three or four clips."
"The very first clip is..."
The calendar beside the bed shows September——
"Honey, it's time to take medicine." Zhang Guangzong came in with water and was a little surprised when he saw his wife's smiling face.
"I can't take medicine randomly now, it's not good for the baby." Wang Li stroked his flat belly, his face filled with maternal love.
Zhang Guangzong sighed, and his smile was bitter: "This is an anti-fetal medicine. Taking it is good for your health."
After he watched her finish eating and coaxed her to sleep, he quietly went out. He went to another room, lit the incense burner in front of a piece of wood, and then kowtowed to it.
He prepared a tablet on another table and kowtowed to the piece of wood every time he wrote a word.
Zhang Guangzong finally put the written memorial tablet into the hidden compartment of the master bedroom closet and said to it: "When I bought the house, the landlord told me that I could hide private money or other treasures here."
"I always thought I wouldn't need it, but in the end I hid my treasure..."
He almost burst into tears, but continued: "Don't blame mom, she just loves you too much, so she can't accept it for the moment. When she gets over it, dad will take you out."
The calendar beside the bed shows January——
"Tell me, what is this?" Wang Li pointed at the tablet, very angry.
Zhang Guangzong was a little shocked, but more relieved: "Honey, Xiaoying has left, it's time for us..."
"What's gone? She's obviously still in my belly." Wang Li grabbed her husband's hand and pressed it against her belly. "You touch her. If you don't believe me, touch her. She's still moving!"
Zhang Guangzong's expression changed drastically: "How is that possible? The child has obviously..."
"She can't bear to leave us, she's back again, I told you." Wang Li smiled again, but this time it looked weird.
The calendar beside the bed shows February——
Zhang Guangzong looked at the line "Estimated gestational age: 28 weeks", tore up the medical certificate, and stuffed only the one marked "Sane" into the folder marked "Second Wedding Anniversary".
He went to the kitchen to boil some medicine and brought it to Wang Li. After she fell asleep, he gently touched the tablet and hummed an unknown tune, a gentle, long tune.
He seemed to be ready to face anything, but nothing happened.
The calendar beside the bed shows May——
The king carp's belly has become horribly swollen.
Zhang Guangzong's eyes were black and blue, showing the appearance of long-term insomnia.
Finally, one night, he looked at the memorial tablet and picked up the phone. In the long silence on the other side, he spoke: "Mom, can you come over?"
"That's all I saw," Xiaobai sighed, "I originally thought that my wife wanted to die because of the miscarriage, but I didn't expect that she was pregnant again."
She looked at Xia Qimiao's helpless expression and quickly thought about whether she had said something wrong again.
This time Xia Qimiao didn't let her think about it by herself, but directly pointed out the problem.
"You already know the information about following the calendar, haven't you thought about the time information we saw for the first time?"
At the very beginning, the details of [Copy - Family Funeral] stated that "within a month, her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter died one after another."
Xia Qimiao knew from seeing the medical certificate in the second anniversary folder that his wife must be pregnant again.
Otherwise, between August of the first anniversary and the second anniversary, there were four months in between when the fetus died while the parents were alive, and the task prompt of "successive deaths within a month" would not be true.
It's just that she didn't expect that there was only that one child from beginning to end.
The fetus was 28 weeks old in February of the next year. Looking back, the fetus was probably conceived in early August, before the wife had a miscarriage.
