"What do you mean, not entirely?" Sister Hong asked.
The little boy spoke with his back to them. "Not entirely means not entirely. My mom died a long time ago. That night, I saw Dad kill her with my own eyes. He even chopped her into lots of pieces, hid some in the fridge, and threw some out for the stray dogs."
"After that, Dad got stranger and stranger. Every so often, he would trick some aunties into coming home, kill them, throw some parts out for the stray dogs, and freeze the rest in the fridge."
"Not long after that, one day, Mom suddenly appeared again."
"But she felt like a stranger."
"After that day, Dad started feeling like a stranger too."
"I knew they were both already dead. I was scared, so I told my uncle and aunt about it and wanted them to take me with them and run away, but they didn't believe me at all."
"Later, after I brought it up too many times, they even thought something was wrong with my mind and kept avoiding me."
The little boy finished speaking.
Sister Hong froze. This was somewhat different from what she had read in the files.
But his account was logically consistent, and his tone was steady. He did not seem to be lying.
"Xiao Chen, I thought that woman's body looked very uncoordinated earlier. What he said might well be true. After she died, she was pieced together with the bodies of different people. That's what caused it!"
Sister Hong tried to make an assessment, but after saying it, she shuddered herself.
Jiang Chen neither agreed nor disagreed.
The child turned around then and stared at them. "Uncle, Auntie, can you take me with you and run away? When they're sleeping, one of