The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

time flies.

Father Zhang carefully observed little Zhang Jing with a pair of gloomy eyes. After waiting for a while, he found that there was nothing unusual about her.

"Then you know what's going on and don't do any tricks behind your back, otherwise..."

Zhang's father snorted coldly and finally felt relieved. He threw little Zhang Jing to the ground without mercy.

Xiao Zhangjing's little body was lying on her stomach, with her hands on the ground, her head lowered, as if she was ready to be beaten and scolded.

Zhang's father returned to bed and ate all the food in his hand. It seemed that he was really hungry.

However, at the end of the meal, Zhang's father had some doubts in his heart. He felt that something was wrong with the taste.

But after what happened just now, Father Zhang's suspicion that little Zhang Jing might have poisoned him has been somewhat dispelled.

"Take it away."

Next to Zhang's father's hand was an old table. At such a close distance, he refused to put it down by himself.

If you must, give some instructions to Xiao Zhang Jing.

Zhang's father probably thought of himself as a superior emperor, giving orders at will.

"Dad, give it to me."

Xiao Zhangjing's face was numb. She got up from the ground and took the lunch box in Zhang's father's hand.

"If you have nothing to do, go out. I don't need you to serve me here anymore. Come back during meal time."

Father Zhang waved casually to little Zhang Jing who was standing in front of the bed, as if he was dismissing a beggar.

No arms or no feet.

If you really don't want to use it.

Otherwise, deal with it yourself.

Lin Qishu stood aside, watching the scene happening in front of her, complaining speechlessly in her heart.

……

Time conversion.

At this time, little Zhang Jing has grown up visibly to the naked eye compared to before.

She was wearing an obviously ill-fitting school uniform, carrying a huge schoolbag, and her childish face looked numb.

Lin Qishu took a look at the surrounding environment.

It was already night, and there were scattered street lamps in the long alley, some of which were broken, emitting a weak light. Zhang Jing walked slowly, her thin figure stretched infinitely under the dim light of the street lamp.

If someone stood not far behind Zhang Jing and looked over from a distance, this infinitely elongated figure would feel like a lonely ghost.

When will I die?

Zhang Jing's face was numb, and there was no light in her eyes, as if nothing could get through.

Zhang Jing walked step by step as if heading to hell.

She was thinking of Father Zhang at home, lying on the bed waiting for her to serve, and she couldn't control the dark emotions in her heart.

If there is a knife, it will appear out of thin air and stab him to death.

If the car suddenly loses control, just kill him.

If... if...

Such a happy imagination made Zhang Jing, who was quite numb, feel a little more relaxed.

At the same time, the aura around Zhang Jing also changed, showing a distortion that made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Lin Qisheng stood there, raised her eyes and glanced up. About to disappear at the turning point, she saw a rather gloomy figure belonging to Zhang.

Lin Qishu's beautiful brows twitched. She breathed a sigh of relief and followed her resignedly.

It's best not to let her know why she is trapped in this environment.

otherwise……

hum.

Lin Qisu's face was full of indifference, and she followed Zhang Jing slowly to a strange place.

Zhang Jing stopped.

Lin Qishu also stopped. She raised her eyes slightly and calmly glanced at the house in front of her.

This is a move.

Lin Qishu's cold eyes looked around.

The environment here is still not very good, but it is much better than where Zhang Jing lived before. It cannot be said in general terms.

It seems that with the rapid passage of time in the illusion, the life of the father and daughter is getting better and better on the surface.