Chapter 71 It’s not me

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Everyone looked at his hands.

On the two palms held by Dao Changping, an almost invisible silver thread lay quietly there.

Qin Yin took a breath of air, "What is this?"

"Look ahead." The Taoist priest raised a hand and pointed to the end of the avenue.

Although the silver line was so thin that it almost disappeared into the background, under the abundant sunlight, the line extending into the distance reflected wisps of snow-white light, allowing them to notice the line spreading along the street at a glance. .

"Is this a tip he gave us?" Qiao Nian picked the thread, "It's so thoughtful."

"Should we just follow this line? What if..." The fool was still a little worried.

The Taoist priest pulled the thread a little higher, and the brilliance reflected by the silver thread changed its position. "We have no other choice, right?"

That's right.

At this point, even if Wan Sheng pulled a rope and lured them all into the fire pit, they would probably have to walk to the edge of the pit to confirm that it was a pit before they could run away.

From time to time, a few pedestrians passed by on the street, some were in a hurry, and some cast strange looks at them, but this had no effect on them, because they knew that all this was fake, so they lined up neatly in front of everyone. As I held the line and walked forward, the shame in my heart was no longer so strong.

"How long will it take?" Qin Yin, standing in the middle of the queue, tilted his head and looked forward over the shoulders of several people.

The silver cord is not over yet.

"There seems to be a community in front of me," Jasmine in the front row narrowed her eyes, "This line has spread into the community gate!"

"It must be Wansheng's community." Luo Jiutian turned his face and took a look.

Everyone let go of the silver thread and ran straight into the community.

This is a dilapidated old community. The gate post is basically a decoration. There are not many passers-by in the community. A few uncles and aunties looked at this group of people running past in front of them, and they looked unsurprised.

The silver cord stretched into one of the buildings.

The door to the corridor was even open.

Jasmine took the lead, and faced the debris and garbage piled up in the dark corner under the stairs. The strange smell in the corridor made Jasmine's face wrinkle unconsciously.

Then came in one wrinkled one.

"They live here?" Qin Yin covered her nose with one hand and waved with the other.

"They were still three children at that time. It would be nice to have a place to live." The idiot moved the bicycle blocked by the corridor, "Shall we go up now?"

"Of course I went up, otherwise I would have to suffocate here."

As soon as the idiot moved the bicycle, Qin Yin rushed up the stairs in one step, stepping up three levels. Within a few seconds, her shout came from above.

"Come on! The line is over! It's this one!"

The smell of garbage above has faded a lot, replaced by the smell of pickles unique to the old community that permeates the air, and there is also a hint of... an inexplicably familiar smell.

Standing in front of everyone was a sturdy security door, which was incompatible with the other shabby places in the corridor.

The silver thread passed straight through the door and finally disappeared.

Everyone looked at the door.

This is Wansheng’s home.

The Taoist priest knocked on the door.

"Wait, what should we tell them? Zhao Baihuan probably doesn't know us yet." Qin Yin grabbed the Taoist Master's arm.

"Let's just say that Xiaolan is Wan Sheng's classmate and came to Wan Sheng to do homework." Baomu's idea came out of his mouth, completely ignoring the feelings of the heroine of his plot.

"Can."

The Taoist priest agreed in a second, and then knocked on the door three times.

There was no movement at the door.

Jasmine raised her fist and banged it three times.

No one answered, and no one came to open the door.

"Are they not here?" Qin Yin lay down at the cat's eye and looked in vain for a few times, "Then they brought us here to...could it be that we were supposed to find a way to get in by ourselves?"

"This is not good..." Jasmine said worriedly.

"I...I seem to smell the smell of blood," Baomu suddenly arched his nose and sniffed around, "It seems to be the smell of blood. Just now I thought it was the smell of pickles, it's faint."

ah! It smells of blood!

Xiaolan nodded immediately, "I smelled it too!"

Jasmine's eyes flashed, "Let's go in now."

There was no handle on this anti-theft door, only a keyhole. Xiaolan had never tried to open a door like this before, but she just fumbled around the keyhole a few times, and the door lock popped open with a snap.

Everyone swallowed their praise for Xiaolan, quietly opened the door, and crept in.

Entering the door is the living room. There are a few simple pieces of furniture in the living room. The silver thread is no longer visible at this end of the door. It seems that the task of the silver thread has been successfully completed.

The smell of pickles was blocked outside the door, but the smell of blood floating in the faint smell of soap became more and more obvious.

When everyone else smelled it, Baomu had pointed accurately to a closed door.

"There!" he breathed.

Everyone tiptoed over.

"There are voices..."

"Shh!..."

Jasmine covered Qiao Nian's mouth.

A muffled voice came from the door.

Everyone put their ears to the door.

"It's not me...it's not me..."

"That's what you did."

"no……"

"We did it."

"I didn't...how could I...it was obviously just a puppy, how could...I remember he was just a puppy..."

"We will be punished."

"No...no...no..."

"Hmph, isn't it great now?"

"We have to pay the price."

"No...brother...stop talking..."

"Stop talking? You want us to stop talking?"

"No...brother...accompany me...you have to accompany me..."

Judging by the tone, there were three people inside.

However, the voices of the three people were exactly the same.

"It's Wansheng."

Xiaolan pushed open the door.

Although they were mentally prepared, everyone almost screamed.

The strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

There is red everywhere in this room.

Baomu started retching directly.

In the small bedroom of less than ten square meters, the tables, chairs, sheets, curtains, and white walls were all splattered with scarlet flesh.

The chair was neatly placed under the desk. Next to the chair, there was a pool of flesh and bone that could hardly be seen as human. A hammer covered in plasma was thrown next to the corpse, with some human tissue hanging on it.

Beside the bed, a little boy curled up in a ball and sat on the ground, his bloody arms hugging his knees tightly, and a pair of big black eyes staring straight at them on his blood-spattered face.

Xiaolan was a little frightened by his gaze. After all, she was still holding the door handle and standing at the front.

Qin Yin waited for a long time and finally closed his mouth. Then he immediately stretched out his hand to pull Xiaolan to his side and covered her eyes.

Although she couldn't see, Xiaolan could feel that the boy's eyes were still staring at her.

Xiaolan was even more scared now.

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