Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

"Jiaojiao, what are you still doing standing there, wash your hands and eat."

Liu Haochun wiped his fingers on the apron, and hurriedly stepped forward to take Lu Jiao's schoolbag, "How is school today? I will do my homework after I finish eating. The rice I steamed today is not good for the stomach if it is cold. "

Yan Lan nodded, and obediently put down her schoolbag.

"Momo haw, why are you back so late today?"

The drunken man on the sofa stood up, "Don't be so fucking indiscreet and go out with some bastard? Tell you, be honest with me before you get married, or you won't even be able to talk about a good dowry! You have to get it when you are in the third year of high school." Scholarship, go out to work to subsidize the family if you have nothing to do, the girl is outside, don’t keep sucking blood from the family, you—”

"okay!"

Liu Haochun half-protected his daughter, and his voice became hard, "Lu Dongqiang, what nonsense are you talking about in front of the girl! You have lost all your money gambling all day long, and now you come to ask your wife and girl for money , do you still have any face?!"

"Smelly bitch, you want to be beaten again, don't you, why talk to me!"

Lu Dongqiang stood up, his body full of beer belly was still strong, and he cast a lingering shadow under the light, like a mountain of villains suppressing freedom and happiness: "I was trying to make a fortune, you know what? dog's--"

He took a step forward, Yan Lan moved his finger, and the small stone picked up in advance hit Lu Dongqiang's knee.

"—Oops!"

Ben Lisuo's body fell to the ground with a "bang", and his forehead hit the cement surface so hard that his eyes turned black, and he couldn't even make a sound for a long time.

Liu Haochun was taken aback, and was stopped by Yan Lan just as he was about to help, who lightly signed a few times:

"I'll go, don't worry."

Yan Lan touched Lu Dongqiang's numb tendons with her fingers, lifted her up with difficulty, and let go halfway, the drunken Lu Dongqiang had another "Duang" intimate contact with the floor, and then the strong daughter did not give up , "Bang bang bang" made Lu Dongqiang fall enough.

Liu Haochun let out an "oops", looked at Lu Dongqiang who had fallen unconscious, and threw him onto the sofa together with Yan Lan.

"Jiaojiao, let's forget it this time, but not next time——If he didn't fall unconscious, you might get beaten if you help him like this."

Liu Haochun glanced at Lu Dongqiang cautiously, and sighed and touched his daughter's cheek, "I know you want to vent your anger on mother, but you will get revenge if you throw him like this. You study hard and get admitted to university, and you will have a bright future. Then vent your anger on our mothers."

Yan Lan felt a throbbing pain in her heart, she nodded, and finally did not propose the unrealistic option of "divorce".

Divorce in 00 is a big event, and it is not accepted by contemporary people's thinking.

Even if you don’t shy away from other people’s eyes, Lu Dongqiang’s revenge is also terrifying. What’s more, Lu Dongqiang will never let the “divorce” succeed. Domestic Violence Cannot Be Grounds for Divorce".

This path basically does not work.

What's more, Yan Lan can't be the master either.

She nodded, quietly accompanied Liu Haochun to finish the meal, helped her wash the dishes and went back to the room, and told Liu Haochun not to disturb her study.

Lu Jiao's room was small and clean.

Yanlan rummaged through her schoolbag and found the key to open the locked cabinet, and she found a diary.

[Actually write a diary]
[Who is a serious person to keep a diary? ]
[Maybe it's useful, open it quickly and let me see the troubles of adolescent girls! ]
Yan Lan turned on the privacy shielding mode expressionlessly, and turned off the camera under the wailing barrage.

The codebook couldn't prevent Yanlan. She opened the diary, and first saw a large area of ​​depressive marks drawn by the red and black ballpoint pen, which frantically seemed to be the result of the writer screaming and breaking down to vent.

Even where there are words, there are words such as "lunatic" and "rotten person". None of them are serious records of events. There are tear marks on the pages of the diary. It seems that some papers were torn off by Lu Jiao.

Yan Lan waited until the lights in Liu Haochun's room were turned off, then opened the window and slid down the building along the wall. There were no street lights in the community, so Yan Lan could only see some stalls selling supper when she walked to the road. school go.

The contents of that diary are not quite right.

Yan Lan recalled the information she had just seen. Although Lu Jiao would definitely become unstable when encountering bullying, since she could vent her anger in the diary, why did she tear it up?Isn't Liu Haochun worried about the torn paper after he finds out?
Besides, Liu Haochun respects Lu Jiao very much, and her mother's competence can be seen in every word and deed. Lu Jiao doesn't have to worry that Liu Haochun will look through her diary. She has an intuition that those torn diary pages are of great use , but where to find it——

"Wow, wang wang!"

The barking of the dog interrupted her thoughts, Yan Lan lowered her head, a big golden retriever with its tongue sticking out rushed forward, and rubbed her enthusiastically a few times, before Yan Lan stopped, the golden retriever quickly circled around Yan Lan, The leash is wrapped around the foot.

"Hey, hey, why are you running so fast?"

The leash was too long, and the owner who was holding the rope caught off guard and pulled back. The golden retriever excitedly swept the lead with its long tail, and circled around her and Yanlan several times.

Directly wrap two people on a traction rope.

Yan Lan: "..."

Is it a new type of fraud, or a way of trafficking?

She felt that people should at least not be so mentally retarded, so she looked up at the owner of the leash.

As if feeling a little embarrassed, the visitor brushed his hair back, the corners of his eyes slightly raised like those of a fox, his words sounded helpless, but his tone was smiling: "Ah, I'm helping a friend I met just now to walk the dog. Very enthusiastic, just don’t listen to me, I’m really sorry.”

Yan Lan's eyes fell on the Chenwei waist fan at her waist, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and gestured: "You are?"

The woman in the long skirt smiled, with a clear and gentle voice: "Just call me Qingling—it's fate when we meet, Daoist Priest, how about we make friends?"

...It turned out to be a player.

Yan Lan glanced at the traction rope tightly wrapped around her feet, and expressed silence for this strike-up technique.

She remembered that Dai Qingling had something to do with the Nalan family, and that your Nalan family's communication skills are surprisingly insane.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Dai Qingling laughed, "I really wanted to lead a puppy to deepen the impression of the first meeting, but I didn't expect it to be tied together—hey, Daoist, don't break it, this After all, it’s not mine, and I’ll have to pay it back later.”

Yan Lan withdrew the hand that was about to break the leash, stretched out her hand to grab the back of the golden retriever's neck, and lifted it in front of her to unlock the lock of the leash, and then she wound it out.

"The Taoist priest is going to the school's sculpture classroom?"

Dai Qingling stroked the gasping golden retriever, "I happen to be going too, how about we get together?"

Just as Yanlan was about to shake her head, Dai Qingling spoke first and threw out a chip: "By the way, I can tell you about the recent events of Nalan's family. I know you must be very interested in knowing how Nalanwen handled the batch of ashes. Isn't it?"