Chapter 137 The Most Terrifying Situation

Only this piece of clothing was completely soaked with blood. Whether it was the chest or the back, the collar or the corners, it was almost dyed red inside and outside.

"It's intact, with no traces of a knife wound, and most of the blood has coagulated on the surface. This piece of clothing is not worn by the victim, but by the perpetrator himself."

I put my hands into my pockets to look for something useful, but they were so sticky that it felt like I was touching stale glue.

"What is this?" I really found something when I touched it.

A boxy, palm-sized photo frame.

There was a thick layer of blood on the plastic photo frame. I picked up the clothes next to it and wiped it, and finally I could clearly see the figure in the photo.

This is a family portrait, different from the one displayed in the Hanged Man's study. There are five people in this family portrait.

The mother was holding a baby and standing with the father, while a brother and sister stood on either side.

"The people in the photo look very young. The photo was taken when the little boy's parents had not yet divorced." The faces of Xide Takako's family were all filled with smiles and they looked happy. No one could have imagined what would happen to the little boy later. Those tragic experiences.

"The murderer still took this photo with him when he committed the murder. Was he performing some kind of ritual? What was his purpose?" Thinking that Xia Chi once used the photo frame to convey to me the secrets of the underworld show, I habitually opened it. Opening the photo frame, there was actually something else besides the photo inside.

"Light brown paper?"

The color of the paper was consistent with the color of the paper in the little boy's diary. Because it was protected by the photo frame, these papers were not soaked with blood.

Holding it in my hand, I quickly scanned its contents:

"I often have the same dream these days. I dream about my room, my brother and my father. I dream about killing everyone with a knife."

"Is this a nightmare? No, at least I don't think so. When the knife penetrates the flesh, I don't feel fear or panic, only an indescribable happiness. This should be regarded as a sweet dream."

"I experienced unprecedented happiness in my dreams. It turns out that dreaming is such a happy thing."

"The dreams are getting longer and longer. Every time I'm about to wake up, I always meet a monk. He wears two masks. He is kind to me, but he shows a fierce side when he treats those who bully me."

"No one has ever been so kind to me, including my parents. He enlightened me, persuaded me, and gave me a way out of my predicament."

"Yes, I should do what he said. That is the most perfect method. I have tried it many times in my dreams."

"Yes, kill them all!"

"My tolerance cannot be exchanged for sympathy. Without recognition, it will only cause them to intensify their torture. They don't treat me as a human being. None of them do!"

"They would never imagine that I would do this. They feel happy just thinking about it."

"I sneaked back from school, behind everyone's back, I want to complete my plan, I want to make the dream come true."

Some of the contents on the paper are unclear and have been deliberately erased. It seems to be some psychological changes of the boy after the murder.

I put these pieces of paper into my pocket and held the photo in my hand. In fact, I could just throw the photo away and let it be stained by blood, but then I thought that this thing is extremely important to the little boy's heart. Trust me, it might be of great use in the future.

Just as he was about to stuff it into his pocket, his fingers suddenly touched something.

Sticky, on the back of the photo.

"I almost overlooked an important clue." Looking at it in front of me, I don't know whether four sentences were written with blood or red ink on the back of the photo.

"What crime did they commit?"

"Why should I kill someone?"

"How many people have I killed?"

"who I am?"

They were all questions. After reading it, I touched my chin and pondered: "Four questions. The password lock requires exactly four numbers or letters to unlock. Are the two corresponding?"

The sound of water running slowly grew louder in my ears, coming from the bathtub in the deepest part of the bathroom.

"Would you like to take a look?" This house gave me a quite terrifying experience. I was also afraid of encountering something scary again, so I controlled my urge to go forward and take a look.

"Curiosity killed the cat. We don't have much time. It's better to hide as far away from such an obviously abnormal place as possible."

I turned around and walked out of the bathroom, my mind racing, thinking about the answers to the four questions behind the photo.

"What crime has this family committed? The father has a close relationship with his female student, the mother betrayed the father, and the brother and sister have secrets that cannot be told, but it is a bit reluctant to insist on it according to the criminal law."

"Wrong." There was a deviation in the direction of thinking. The crime the little boy mentioned should be an ethically abnormal moral concept.

I thought of the Seven Deadly Sins on his father's bookshelf: "God loves the world, but humans are born with sinful thoughts. Among the seven original sins, there is one that fits the situation of this family very well."

"The sin of lust!" I had an idea, walked through the open door of the living room, and glanced at the deep darkness outside. There seemed to be something approaching, with a feeling of oppression, getting closer and closer. I was really afraid that when I passed by, a big hand would suddenly stretch out and drag me out.

Although there are evil spirits hiding in the house, at least it is a visible fear. Compared with physical stimulation, I am more afraid of the deep darkness outside the door, because it represents the unknown.

Shivering, I quickly entered the hanged man's father's study.

Find the Seven Deadly Sins on the desk and turn to the page describing the sin of lust.

The entire book is an original work in a foreign language, and all I can understand is the page number marked below: "H-6."

"A letter and a number, if four questions correspond to four passwords, do I have to choose between a number and a letter?" I frowned and looked at the clock on the bookshelf: "How is that possible?"

The hands on the clock clearly told me that it was already 1:57, and there were only three minutes left before 2:00 in the morning.

"How did time go by so fast?!" Sweat broke out on my forehead. I didn't even have time to be nervous. I looked outside the door. There was a woman with blood on her face crawling in the living room. She saw me in the study through the open door. .

"Fuck! Is this ghost who was locked outside the door also coming in?" The tragically deceased person slowly crawled towards me, and the blood on her face fell to the ground, leaving a trail of blood that continued to extend.

And that's not the worst part, my brother's face with distorted features and bulging blood vessels also appeared at the door of the study, moving slowly towards me.

The phone screen was shining with a faint light, and there was an ID on it sending barrages one after another almost hysterically.

Guo Jingjing: "Stay, stay, stay!"

Guo Jingjing: "You can't escape! You can't escape!"

Guo Jingjing: "I found you! I found you! We found you!"

I glanced at my phone, and as soon as I lowered my head, my neck was lightly touched. It felt like a piece of ice was thrown into my clothes from the collar, and my whole spine felt a chill.

Looking back, I saw my father hanging in the center of the room with his mouth wide open, staring at my face.

Being attacked from both sides and surrounded by enemies are not enough to describe my current situation.

"Fuck!" This is not the first time I have used foul language. It can scare me, who has received professional training and has experienced many live broadcasts, into uncertainty. What kind of horror is this?

"Calm down!" I looked back at the rapidly rotating hands: "There are still more than two minutes."

The second question is ‘Why should I kill someone?’ This little boy has suffered so many injustices that I can think of dozens of reasons for killing him.

The evil spirits were getting closer and closer. I didn't dare to stand at the door. I stepped on the chair in the study and jumped onto the table. When my position changed, my field of view also changed. From top to bottom, I could see a letter pressed on the corner of the desk.

After opening it, there was a DNA test form with the name wiped out. The test results showed that the person doing the test was not his biological child.

"This must be the test report of the little boy. If it were not confirmed that he is not his biological child, his father and brothers and sisters would not torture him unscrupulously." Turning to the back of the test sheet, there are several lines of fonts written by different people.

Upon closer inspection, I was shocked. The first line on the back of the test sheet said: "That little bastard, I'm going to kill him with my own hands!"