But Zheng Quzhi still did not dare to eat. It was strange to say that he did not feel hungry when he came here in the way of soul.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, everyone formed a line again, waiting for their parents to pick them up. After reading his and Wei Yan's name here, Zheng Quzhi tightly held Wei Yan's hand and went out.

Everything is almost the same as yesterday. In the last place, Zheng Quzhi was picked up by a woman as soon as he went out. The woman's soft voice followed: "did Zhizhi bully children in kindergarten today?"

Zheng Quzhi panicked to break away, jumped to the ground, did not answer.

"After picking up the child, I'll go and do what I'll do slowly." Some people complained.

Zheng Quzhi's eyelid jumps and subconsciously looks at Wei Yan. Wei Yan also just droops his head, two people four eyes are opposite, seem to realize what. Today, it seems to be repeating what happened yesterday.

They went back to the so-called home again. They took a bath together and were soon locked up in the storage room by the woman. But the night was different. There was no sign of a man coming back.

The woman took a bowl of things as usual. Before leaving, she gently admonished: "you can't go out at night. Good night."

Language, closed the door, not long after the sound of the lock.

In the dark, Zheng Quzhi even touched the lighter Wei Yan gave himself. God knows how this lighter would still be on him. If he touched it, he would take it out directly.

Under the light, the two bowls were still broken meat.

Zheng Quzhi only looked at it, then fell on Wei Yan's shoulder, and said with great pain: "she shouldn't eat this every day, right? Is this the man's meat? "

At first, he thought it was a man who killed a woman, but now he looks like a woman killed a man.

"Tonight, let's go out." Wei Yan gave a wrong answer and patted Zheng Quzhi on the back and said, "if my guess is verified, we have to stay here for eight days."

"What is your guess?" Zheng Quzhi did not move, holding Wei Yan was very comfortable physically and mentally, and he was reluctant to let go.

"Do you remember the number of corpses in Yanglin Town?" Wei Yan Wen Sheng explained: "the reporter is the eighth dead, there are seven in front of her. The kindergarten teacher is full of resentment, so I guess it will be her who died tonight."

"Ah?" Zheng Quzhi was surprised, thinking that the young kindergarten teacher would die so miserably, he did not know what feeling it was. After a pause, he remembered what happened this morning and asked, "I'm a little confused now. Isn't that teacher going to eat mine? Why are we doing it again? "

"That's the teacher's resentment. You inhaled her resentment and entered her illusion." Wei Yan whispered. If he hadn't followed in, Zheng Quzhi would have been scared?

"Then how can we get out?" Zheng Quzhi was shocked.

Wei Yan touched Zheng Quzhi's head, felt the softness of his palm, and squinted comfortably: "witnessed the process of her death."

Hiss -

ZHENG Quzhi takes a breath of cool air. He's just a baby! Why let him see this!!!!

There was a sound of women walking up and down outside for a long time. After the sound of closing the door, the outside became quiet.

Wei Yan opened Zheng Quzhi and said in a deep voice, "she's gone."

Words, quickly walked to the door, also did not see what tools he took, three or two then twisted the door. Outside is also a piece of black, Wei Yan turned back, stretched out a hand: "come here."

Zheng Quzhi was stunned and ran to hold him.

Two people secretly out of the house, Wei Yan walked in front of the direction of kindergarten. The street outside is quiet, and the street lamp is flickering, which is a bit gloomy.

"Wei Yan, is the kindergarten teacher off work now?" Zheng Quzhi asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Wei Yan pursed her lips.

Zheng Quzhi did not ask. Both of them were small arms and legs, and they walked slowly. By the time they got to the kindergarten, nearly ten minutes had passed.

Unexpectedly, the kindergarten light is still on.

Wei Yan's steps suddenly stopped, clenched Zheng Quzhi and whispered, "don't be afraid."

"Oh." Zheng Qu knew that his legs were weak. In the garden, a woman's scream was constantly introduced into his ears. It seemed that the man had suffered some great pain, and the cry was very tragic.

The door was opened and occasionally creaked by the wind. Wei Yan pulls Zheng Quzhi carefully to the inside. As soon as the kindergarten enters, it is a hall. On weekdays, the teacher takes the group of children to dance and do exercises there.

But now it's two women there.

One was wearing a washed, pale sky blue dress, the other was wearing a pure white dress, but the skirt had been dyed red with blood.

Zheng Quzhi shuddered, drew his head back, and said, "Damn it, it's that woman who's doing something wrong?"

In the hall, their so-called mother is squatting on the ground, indifferent and dull looking at the teacher struggling in the open space.The teacher was tied up with hemp rope, and the meat on the female teacher was pockmarked, and many pieces of meat were scattered on the ground.

"The kindergarten is like my home. The teacher treats me like a mother. The teacher calls me a good doll. I say the teacher is like a mother." The woman suddenly recited that nursery rhyme, the voice is flat without emotion.

Then she giggled again. She probably never did. It was quite strange, like the sound of a chainsaw. Zheng Quzhi got goose bumps on his arm.

"Please..." The woman teacher screamed and climbed to the woman's side. Her eyes were filled with bleeding tears. The woman was still laughing strangely, but suddenly she opened her mouth like a vicious dog and bit her nose with a bang.

"Ah -" naturally, it was a scream full of pain.

Zheng Quzhi almost buried his head in Wei Yan's arms and said with a trembling voice, "why not kill her directly?"

Wei Yan's eyes flashed and did not speak.

The woman stood up, her white skirt splashed with some blood, but her face raised a twisted smile, and the laughter gradually increased, "please me Please me... "

PA --

she suddenly raised her palm and slapped it in the past. The teacher's bloody and fleshy picture had a few more traces, and she lay on her back, biting and biting.

"It's enough that you're just a teacher..." The woman suddenly began to cry again, picked up a wooden ruler and poked the teacher on the ground, "why should my child call this place home! Why should you be mothers? "

She seems to have been bewildered, crazy like to take a ruler constantly poke, make a hissing sound, blood and flesh splashed, her face also splashed a lot of blood, but she did not care, and her mouth still said: "you treat him like a mother, then what am I What am I, ah ah ah ah ah

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