ban heartbeat in thriller

Chapter 11 Happy Death Day (11)

This time I went out and did not find a way to escape, and the veil was lifted to reveal an unacceptable and weird reality. Lu Youyou could no longer deceive herself. She even thought suspiciously that she might be the only real person here, so she also shunned Zhao Yutang. Lock yourself in the room.

The door was locked, and Zhao Yutang couldn't get in, so she just wandered around the living room, picking up one or two old things and looking through them in her hands from time to time.

After a short walk, I came to the balcony. The balcony was not big, and it was filled with flowerpots of all sizes, but the leaves of the plants inside were dry and yellow, and seemed to be dead.

Is it He Hongmei who has no intention of taking care of it?
A pomegranate potted plant was placed on the edge, and the pomegranate tree stood crookedly. Zhao Yutang reached out to support it, but found that the pomegranate tree was only half planted, and even the roots were still exposed.

She paused for a moment, and then pawed a few times in the soil with her hands. Soon, a hard object wrapped in a plastic bag was dug out from the soil, and the familiar rotten smell faintly wafted out.

A corner of the plastic bag was opened, and the severed limb inside was exposed, which was half of a person's arm.

Judging by the degree of rot, it has been dead for some time, but I don't know if it is He Hongmei's husband or her son.

Or is it Xin Ran?

Zhao Yutang calmly buried the plastic bag, and when he left the balcony, he found that Xin Ran was watching him quietly by the door, maybe he had just appeared, or maybe he had been watching him for a long time.

But he didn't say anything, and Zhao Yutang didn't ask.

What happened in the past two days greatly increased her psychological tolerance, and she didn't even change her face when she saw this scene of hiding a corpse.

She spoke familiarly and naturally, and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

"Why are you standing here?"

Xin Ran looked past her to see the potted plants on the balcony, "waiting for you."

Zhao Yutang gathered her hair together. She had been wearing a ponytail for the past few days, and the crescent moon marks behind her ears were faintly visible.

"The plants on the balcony are almost dead, are those raised by He Hongmei?"

The ponytail was loose, so she loosened her hair and tied it again, which attracted Xin Ran's gaze, and he watched her hand movements seriously, "No."

He was indifferent: "It's her son."

So is He Hongmei's son buried there?

Zhao Yutang straightened out his hair and nodded knowingly, "No wonder, after he died, no one took care of those plants."

Because her son likes plants, He Hongmei dismembered his body and buried him in a flower bed?
Really crazy.

Xin Ran suddenly made a sound and asked an irrelevant question, "Why don't you use that rose hair rope?"

The hair tie he was talking about was bought from a street stall like the school bag pendant, and the quality was not good. Zhao Yutang tore the hair tie after using it once.

She didn't think it was a pity, it was just a hair rope.

"That one is broken, this one works just as well."

Xin Ran didn't make any more sound.

He stood there quietly without saying anything, but his regret and pity were fully revealed, which showed that he liked the rose hair tie.

His preferences are always shown in these gadgets.

Zhao Yutang naturally also saw Xin Ran's emotions. It is easy to make people feel soft when he shows such a pitiful expression, especially with that uniquely beautiful face.

Even she was momentarily mesmerized, but soon came to her senses.

He's a ghost, a ghost, and she wouldn't be here playing these tricks with him unless she had nine lives.

(End of this chapter)