Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Xiao Wang's expression changed, and he strode forward, abruptly pulling back the blanket covering Li Zhaodi.

Aunt Li Zhaodi lay stiffly on the hospital bed, her eyes wide open, her pupils unfocused and lifeless, staring blankly at a certain point on the ceiling.

His eyes were fixed, as if they had lost all focus and vitality.

Her face was expressionless, devoid of sadness, fear, or even pain, only a hollow stillness and... indescribable despair.

"Li Zhaodi, Li Zhaodi, what's wrong?"

Xiao Zhao was so frightened that his voice changed tone, and he quickly reached out to check Li Zhaodi's breathing.

I placed my finger under her nostrils and could feel a faint but real breath.

Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "He...he's still breathing!"

Xiao Fang quickly went to listen to Li Zhaodi's heartbeat. Although the heartbeat was slow and weak, it was indeed beating.

"The person is still alive..."

Xiao Fang murmured, but her heart sank even deeper.

Living, yet feeling as if dead.

This state is even more bizarre than being in a coma.

Xiao Zhao felt a chill run down his spine: "What's wrong with her? Is it because the deaths of her two sons were too much of a blow to her, and she suddenly... went mad? Or has she developed a mental disorder?"

"It's possible..."

Xiao Wang frowned.

The successive deaths of Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, followed by the decapitation of her husband Liu Haizhong last night, are enough to destroy the spirit of any ordinary person.

Li Zhaodi's current state is likely due to extreme mental stimulation, leading to a catatonic state or mental breakdown.

"Should we call a doctor?" Xiaofang suggested softly.

"Wait a moment."

Xiao Wang stopped her, carefully observing Li Zhaodi's condition, and recalled the bloodstains and disappearance of Qin Huairu in the ward next door last night.

A terrible thought flashed through her mind: Could it be that Li Zhaodi's current state... wasn't solely due to the deaths of her family members?

Could it be that she... also saw something?

Just last night?

Xiao Wang gestured to Xiao Zhao and Xiao Fang not to touch Li Zhaodi, while he paced slowly around the ward, observing her carefully.

Everything in the ward was normal; there were no signs of a struggle, no bloodstains, and the windows were tightly closed.

Li Zhaodi had no obvious external injuries.

So there's only one truth: she saw the murderer attack Qin Huairu last night.

The two wards are right next to each other. If last night, Li Zhaodi got up in the middle of the night, or couldn't sleep because of worries, and went out of the ward to look out the window...

"Comrade Li Zhaodi, can you tell me... did you... see something last night?"

Li Zhaodi remained unresponsive.

Xiao Wang didn't give up and continued to guide the conversation: "Last night, did you see the murderer killing Qin Huairu? You... you saw it, right?"

When Xiao Wang uttered the words "Qin Huairu," Li Zhaodi, the wooden doll, trembled slightly.

Although it was only for a moment, Xiao Wang keenly captured it.

She really did know something.

Xiao Zhao and Xiao Fang also noticed this subtle reaction and covered their mouths in surprise.

Xiao Fang looked at Xiao Wang with admiration, her eyes practically sparkling.

Xiao Wang was greatly shocked. He suppressed his excitement and spoke even more slowly, as if hypnotizing someone: "Don't be afraid! Comrade Li Zhaodi, don't be afraid... it's all over now."

What did you see?

Did someone enter Qin Huairu's hospital room? Did something terrible happen afterward?

Li Zhaodi's breathing became rapid, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her pupils were filled with fear.

In Xiao Wang's mind, a blurry yet terrifying image had already formed:

Late at night, unable to sleep, Li Zhaodi, perhaps needing to urinate, left her ward.

She may have heard the unusual noises next door and couldn't help but peek through the crack in the door, or perhaps through the glass window in the ward door...

The bloodstains on the hospital bed suggest that something extremely horrific and bloody must have happened inside.

It's unimaginable what a devastating impact that must have been for a middle-aged woman who had lost her children one after another and witnessed an extremely bloody and horrific scene.

"It seems..."

"She knows something...something terrible that we don't know, about last night, about Qin Huairu's disappearance..."

A pang of pity welled up in Xiao Wang's heart.

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Fang, you two stay here and keep an eye on Comrade Li Zhaodi. Also, be careful. I'll go wait for the director at the entrance and notify the doctor to come and take a look."

……

"What are you looking at? What kind of eyes do you have? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy like the readers?"

"Lin...Lin Tian? It's you?!"

The two brothers, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang, still looked bewildered and terrified after being "transferred" from the police station's detention room to this place.

When they saw the little boy slowly walking towards them, all their confusion turned into anger and hatred.

Yan Jiekuang immediately cursed, "You little brat, it was you who did this! Where did you bring us? Release us brothers right now, or you'll regret it!"

The Spirit Spring Space is a small, isolated execution ground space. Since becoming the master of the Spirit Spring Space...

Lin Tian used the spiritual spring in various ways, and in this small execution ground space, Jia Zhangshi, Liu Haizhong, Brother Long, Brother Hu, and others died one after another...

Lin Tian stared coldly at the Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang brothers in front of him. He remembered these brothers very clearly.

In the original owner's painful memories, these two brothers were never the main characters, but rather the most disgusting hangers-on and onlookers.

When Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangtian, Yan Jiecheng and the others ganged up on the original owner and called him a "chicken thief".

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang squatted down beside him, cracking open sunflower seeds they had bought with his family's money, laughing and cheering, while also hurling insults at him.

When the original owner was beaten to the point of near death, his younger sister Tangtang cried and rushed to protect her brother. It was Yan Jiekuang who pushed Tangtang to the ground, mocking her:

"Get out of here, you jinx, you little money-loser who'll bring death to your parents, stay away from us and don't let us get your bad luck."

Yan Jiefang stood to the side, arms crossed, sneering.

Those images, like poisoned steel needles, are deeply embedded in Lin Tian's memory.

Fortunately, my younger sister is still young and doesn't understand anything, otherwise, what a blow this would have been to her little heart.

You all deserve to die!

Lin Tian snorted coldly: "If you dare to glare at me like that again, believe me, I'll gouge out your eyes and hang you from a crooked tree, just like your dead brother!"

Yan Jiefang shivered, fear temporarily overpowering his anger, and asked a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:

"Are you...a human...or a ghost? Did you kidnap my mother last night? What...what did you do to her?"

He remembered that his mother, Yang Ruihua, was supposed to be detained at the police station with them last night, but she mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

Although he had been grieving and suspicious before, seeing how Lin Tian had brought them over in such a bizarre way, he was certain that his mother's disappearance was definitely related to this little monster.

Despite his young age, Yan Jiekuang was more reckless than his older brother. Hatred and youthful impetuosity made him ignore his fear.

He struggled to stand up and roared at Lin Tian, ​​"Lin Tian, ​​I don't care if you're a human or a ghost, just let us go!"

And my mom too. Otherwise, once my brothers and I get away, you'll be in for it. We'll settle all the old scores and new ones together.

……