"It wasn't me..." Wan Sheng cried and shouted, "It wasn't me, brother, believe me...it was...it was them..."
Xiaolan was shocked, thinking that they had been framed by Wan Sheng. After a while, she realized that Wan Sheng was referring to "them" in herself.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from the living room to the bedroom, and then silence fell.
"Wan Sheng, what do you mean?" Zhao Baihuan's voice was trembling, "Have those... things on you appeared again? Haven't they not appeared for a long time?"
"I'm sorry...brother, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Xiaolan huddled at the edge of the balcony, and through the gap in the curtains at the corner, she could see what was happening in the bedroom.
"Wan Sheng, don't just apologize. Tell us what happened. It wasn't you, but who did it?" Zhao Qianle knelt down and held Wan Sheng's shoulders.
Wan Sheng sobbed and told them in fragments what he had just told them.
Zhao Baihuan's gloomy eyes were locked on the corpse. He was silent for a while and asked Xiang Wansheng, "So, this is what they did when they showed up, right?"
Wan Sheng, with tears on his face, nodded.
Eh? Why don't those two personalities come out to refute?
Could it be because the real owner is right in front of me and I feel embarrassed to come out to dance?
Silence again.
After a long time, Zhao Baihuan's eyes became determined. He looked at the corpse and then at Wan Sheng.
"Don't be afraid, leave the rest to my brother."
"Brother?" Zhao Qianle looked at Zhao Baihuan in disbelief, "This time he is a human. This is a crime. Wan... they killed someone!"
"Wan Sheng didn't kill anyone, didn't you hear?" Zhao Baihuan gave a stiff sneer, "It was those two personalities who did it, Qian Le, this was done by us, it was done by us in Wan Sheng."
Zhao Qianle stopped talking.
Zhao Baihuan lowered his head and said seriously, "Wan Sheng will not kill anyone."
After that, there was no other sound in the room except Wan Sheng's weak sobs.
The two of them were silent, thinking.
It was so quiet inside that they didn't dare to breathe while hiding on the balcony.
I don’t know why, but Wan Sheng hasn’t confessed them yet.
The sky gradually darkened.
"Still the same as before."
After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse word floated out of Zhao Baihuan's throat.
Zhao Qianle sat on the bed and grabbed his hair feebly.
"Still behind?"
"Yes," Zhao Baihuan replied immediately, "but we have to go later."
From beginning to end, Wan Sheng kept leaning against the wall with his eyes blank, saying "I'm sorry" from time to time.
The night continued to sink.
The people in the room were almost motionless.
No one outside the house dared to move.
Finally, Zhao Baihuan took out the phone from his jacket pocket, opened the front cover, and took a look at the time.
"Qianle, go out and take a look."
Zhao Qianle sighed, then quickly stood up, and the sound of the door opening was heard outside the bedroom.
"Wan Sheng," Zhao Baihuan squatted down and grabbed Wan Sheng's hand, "go to your brother's bedroom to have a good rest, forget about this matter, don't go out, and don't make a sound, okay?"
Tears began to well up in Wan Sheng's eyes again, but he bit his lower lip and nodded. Zhao Baihuan patted his back gently, and the thin boy slipped on his slippers and disappeared into the living room.
Only himself and the body were left.
Of course, he didn't know there was a large crowd of spectators nearby.
Zhao Baihuan quickly tore off the bed sheet, took a broom and mop, and pocketed the body with the broken tissues. He rolled up the remains of the bed sheet into a package-like thing with his hands and teeth, and then walked straight to the balcony. .
Everyone was so frightened that they didn't even dare to gasp.
Then, Zhao Baihuan walked around the curtains and walked towards the wardrobe standing beside the wall.
He took out two more sheets, wrapped them around the body, and then walked into the living room.
Taking this opportunity, they quickly stretched their muscles and muscles. In a moment, Zhao Baihuan came back, holding a large bag that should be used to hold bedding.
"elder brother!"
The door creaked open, and Zhao Qianle walked in, making Zhao Baihuan tremble with fright.
It seems that no matter how calm you pretend to be, you cannot avoid being nervous when this kind of thing is put in front of you.
"How is it?" Zhao Baihuan put the package into the bag and zipped it up.
"No one is here. I've broken the light in the back. You can go out now."
"good."
The two picked up the big bag and walked out of the door.
The sound of doors closing and locking.
"Can we go out?" Qin Yin made a mouth gesture.
The Taoist priest first opened the curtain a little, slowly stretched out one leg, then half of his body, and then returned to the bedroom.
He waved his hand for them to come in.
This group of people had been motionless in the night wind for an hour, and now they were finally able to move, so the room was filled with the sounds of rattling joints.
"Hurry up!" Luo Jiutian opened the door and looked around, "No one is there, let's go, or they will come back soon and kill us."
"We can't leave. We have to go to the place where they buried their bodies," the Taoist priest said. "We also need to see what Wan Sheng killed."
"It makes sense, Brother Dao has the final say."
Several people got out one by one. After Xiaolan went out, she looked back and suddenly saw a pair of cold eyes.
Wan Sheng was standing behind a corner wall, with half of his body and head exposed, staring at them.
Seeing Xiaolan's face turn green, others also looked over.
Unexpectedly, a cruel smile appeared on Wan Sheng's face little by little.
"It's almost over."
After saying this, Wan Sheng disappeared behind the wall.
"This kid definitely has a mental illness." The fool said, pointing to the place where Wansheng disappeared.
"Okay, let's go quickly." Jasmine took two steps with her neck hunched, then stepped back, "Wait a minute, they locked the door just now. We can't lock it without the key. Xiaolan, will you lock the door?"
"this……"
My ability is one-way, and the reverse operation is not very good.
Before Xiao Lan could say anything, the Taoist priest held her and Jasmine's backs and pushed them, "Let's go first. We don't care about this anymore. Anyway, we even forgot to draw back the curtains."
"What?!"
"Hush! - Go, go, go..."
The group of people poked their heads out of the corridor. After staying in the smell of blood for so long, the garbage didn't even seem so smelly anymore.
"They said it was at the back," Qin Yin pointed to the back of the building, "Should we split up?"
"Of course," the fool grabbed her arm and walked to the right, "otherwise there are eight of us, are you afraid that they won't be able to see us?"
As a result, the eight people divided into four groups and approached the open space behind the building in four different directions.
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