When Zhang Rong looked behind me, I thought someone was standing there. I was so startled that I reached for my knife.
Fortunately, the person behind me was not alive, but dead...
It looked like a female corpse.
Zhang Rong and I hurriedly took out our phones and shone the light from their screens onto the dead girl's face.
Her face looked very young, perhaps only eighteen or nineteen.
And, like Bai Qinian's, her face had turned bluish purple, and her lips were black.
The girl... was sitting against the wall, surrounded by dolls.
She wore pink pajamas and was barefoot. Her eyes were also wide open, as though she could not rest in peace.
Zhang Rong and I felt our scalps prickle. According to the information we had, Wang Meilan had no daughter, yet there was another corpse here, a girl around Bai Qinian's age. So this girl... might have been killed by Wang Meilan.
Judging by all the dolls surrounding her, she was probably here to keep Bai Qinian company.
"Holy shit!"
Zhang Rong cursed, barely containing his anger. "Is she a fucking psycho?"
I sighed and took a photo of the girl with my phone.
We did not know her, so all we could do was take a picture first, then ask the senior fellow disciple who knew computers to help investigate her identity.
I hoped he would not have nightmares after seeing the photo.
"I don't get it. I really don't get it."
Zhang Rong was both angry and helpless. "She's a mother herself. If she loves her child so much, aren't other people's children children too?"
I patted his shoulder to soothe him. "With over a billion people, there are bound to be some extremists."
Zhang Rong shook his head. "If my son ever..."
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