The Rag Doll in the thirteenth photograph looked rather pitiful. A girl had taken it home from a garbage dump, only for it to end up abandoned in one again.
"There aren't any more photos in the drawer. This is the last one." Chen Ge looked at the photos on the table. The badly damaged Family Portrait and the photo of the Rag Doll abandoned in a garbage dump stood in stark contrast to each other.
"This must have been the first time it was abandoned." Chen Ge was only guessing. The Rag Doll was still willing to trust others, which meant it hadn't yet gone completely down the path of the Underworld Fetus.
It thought it could be friends with the girl. Perhaps, for a moment, the girl had truly considered it a friend, too. But reality had dealt it a heavy blow.
"The girl's family must all have been killed by the Underworld Fetus, and the girl herself became the Rag Doll's doll." Chen Ge closed the drawer and headed for the living room.
The girl leaned against a chair. She seemed unable to stand; without the white cloth binding her, she might not even have been able to sit upright on her own.
"Can you hear me? If you can, blink or nod..." Chen Ge untied the white cloth around the girl. She didn't react at all throughout the process, letting Chen Ge move her as he pleased, like a toy with no mind of its own.
Once all the white cloth had been removed, the girl's body slumped to one side. As Chen Ge reached out to catch her, several blood-red photos fell from her.
Those photos were completely different from the ones in the drawer. They had been taken in the dead of night, against