this is not a joke

Chapter 195 Cruel Facts
This hand belonged to an adult. Not only was the skin black, but part of the skin and flesh had scabbed off, as if it had been burned.

The little girl struggled desperately to break free, but the strength of this hand was too great, and with a stab, her left leg was torn directly from the ankle, and the little girl immediately crawled into the room without stopping.

Xiao Rui kept running in the middle of the road, probably to avoid being caught by the outstretched hand, and followed the little girl into the house.

Not long after, the black hand slowly shrank back into the wall, probably because it couldn't bear the pressure of the seal on the wall.

The two children came out of the room one after the other, swish, swish, and the little girl took the paintbrush in her hand and started to draw again on the wall near the black hand that just stretched out, very quickly and hastily.

Xiao Rui, who also came out with him, began to draw by the door, and he painted very quickly, giving Wei An a feeling of being in a hurry.

However, the wall is still undulating at this time, and those combined patterns seem to be still resisting the ferocious force inside the wall.

Suddenly, the black hand just broke through the wall closest to the little boy and grabbed his sleeve. The little boy was pulled, his forehead hit the wall with a bang, and the paintbrush in his hand was thrown away. He fell, his shoulder rubbed against the wall, and he immediately opened his mouth to call for help to the little girl.

It seemed that something was about to break through the wall where the little girl was at this time. Because her face was pieced together, she couldn't see any anxious expression, but she could feel that she couldn't care less about it.

She wants to stop painting to save Xiao Rui, but if she doesn't stop, something will appear in the wall in front of her soon, and the danger will be even greater then!
When Xiao Rui was struggling, he suddenly saw Wei An striding towards here, who was only wearing a pair of trousers.

After approaching the wall, Wei An didn't pull Xiao Rui, because he knew that if he directly pulled this little guy, he might break his limbs just like the little girl.

He also held a pen in his hand, but it was a cinnabar pen. This cinnabar pen had long been dipped in red mixed ink. It could draw at least three spells at a time, and he began to draw against the wall.

Now Wei An has quite a lot of experience in drawing this spell, and he quickly finished a picture, but this time he did not directly place the cinnabar pen and the bloody hammer on the red circle, because there is no need to place them, in this spell drawing After that, the shaking wall stopped instantly.

The things behind the wall that wanted to break through the wall disappeared, and the black hand holding Xiao Rui retracted into the wall after being suppressed by a powerful force.

Xiao Rui was startled, and looked at the spell that Wei An had drawn, "Uncle, thank you! It turns out that you...you can also draw, what is this? It's amazing!"

The little girl had already climbed down from the wall, pulled Xiao Rui to her side, and stared at Wei An warily.

It could be seen that although Wei An helped them, the little girl was still very wary of outsiders.

Xiao Rui said: "Sister, he was the one who helped us just now. After he drew that thing, the wall stopped moving, and your father won't come out."

"Her father?" Wei An was taken aback for a moment.

Although the little girl was very wary of Wei An, she did not attack Wei An. She glanced at Wei An, then crawled not far away to pick up her broken foot, and directly glued it to the broken part. go up.

There was a painful rubbing sound, which gave Wei An goosebumps all over his body.

The little girl immediately took Xiao Rui's hand, and instead of looking at Wei An, she walked into the house.

"I can draw a few more spells on the wall, so that the person inside the wall can never come out again." Wei An suddenly said.

At this moment, he guessed that he should have found a way to leave the 17th floor.

The little girl looked back at him and didn't speak, as if she couldn't speak at all because her throat was all pieced together.

Xiao Rui quickly shook her hand gently: "Sister, it's okay, your father will never come out, and we don't have to draw so many pictures!"

The little girl took two steps back, pointed at the spell that Wei An had drawn, and then she snapped off all the fingers of her left hand, and stretched them out in front of Wei An, as if she wanted to show him some kind of result.

This scene made Wei An immediately think of the dead Haruki Nakata. This guy died of broken bones in a tragic way.

The meaning of the little girl is obvious, tell him not to draw this spell, otherwise it will end like this.

Immediately, the two children walked into the house, and Wei An would definitely not let go of this opportunity, and followed immediately.

Knowing that the little girl was not expressing well, he asked Xiao Rui, "Xiao Rui, how did your parents... die?"

Xiao Rui had said before that his parents had died, and there was no sadness or fear in his tone, so Wei An didn't have to think about whether it was appropriate to ask this question.

Xiao Rui said: "Killed by my sister's father."

Wei An was startled and asked, "Why?"

Xiao Rui turned his head and glanced at the little girl. At this time, the little girl had climbed onto the wall again, but she didn't express anything else.

Xiao Rui then replied: "My sister lives next door to ours. Her father often beat her, and hung her up to beat her after drinking. My parents couldn't stand it anymore. One day they heard my sister's screams and passed away." Theory, and then my father was killed, my sister's father ran over and killed my mother. I ran into my bedroom and hid, my sister's father thought I was asleep, so he didn't come in."

"Were you not afraid?" Wei An asked.

Xiao Rui thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "I don't remember, I just remember that I hid in the room and cried for a long time, until my sister came, and then my parents also came."

"How...how did they get here?" Wei An looked up at the little girl lying on the wall, and asked cautiously.

Xiao Rui replied: "My sister was also killed. Her body is the same as that of her parents. After they were put together, they came. They told me not to be afraid, because my sister's father was also dead. She was killed by my sister. Later ..."

Afterwards, Wei'an listened to the general idea intermittently, and combined with his own guesses, he roughly connected the whole thing together.

That is to say, the little girl's father had been beating her after drinking, and Xiao Rui's house next door couldn't stand it any longer. The parents were hacked and killed by the other party while arguing, and then dismembered the body. After the murderer returned to the next door, he also killed the little girl. Killed it and did the same.

Before he had time to kill Xiao Rui, he was killed by a little girl turned into a weird one. Because he was worried that the alcoholic father would also turn into a weird one, the little girl dismembered the man together with the weirdness that Xiao Rui's parents had turned into, and buried him. Inside the wall, it was suppressed by drawing pictures.

As to why they knew this method is unknown.

Xiao Rui's parents sometimes get up and move around, but most of the time they lie on the bed, just like the scene Wei An saw before.

(End of this chapter)