The short-haired woman felt something press against the back of her head.
The little girl's voice rang out above her:
"Do you want to keep playing with me, miss? Sorry, you can't-out means out."
Jiang Qiuyue, who was closest to her, watched helplessly as the little girl pulled the trigger. The short-haired woman twitched. A few seconds later, her tightly clenched fists gradually relaxed, and all strength drained from her body. She was dead.
The little girl moved the muzzle away from the back of her head. This time, both Jiang Qiuyue and Guo Yuanmiao saw it clearly-a tiny hole had appeared in the back of the short-haired woman's previously uninjured head. A toy gun that should never have had such power had taken two lives.
Afterward, the little girl even blew across the muzzle like someone in a movie, then happily ran back to her original spot.
The arm Jiang Qiuyue was using to support herself had begun to go numb. She panted quietly, and when the next chant began, she let herself settle into the seat. Only after Guo Yuanmiao had moved past her did she slowly get up, step over the short-haired woman's body, and follow him.
I absolutely cannot let Guo Yuanmiao walk behind me.
That was what Jiang Qiuyue thought.
No wonder Guo Yuanmiao had stood at the back of the group from the very beginning. Apparently, he had planned to hurt someone all along.
Once she was back on her feet, Jiang Qiuyue kept watching Guo Yuanmiao's pace, matching his steps and staying about half a meter behind him.
After they had advanced a few meters like this, the man ahead of her suddenly spoke:
"I wasn't trying to hurt you just now."
Jiang Qiuyue was stunned.
*He actually has the nerve to try