Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 346 Thunder Paper Blade
"Are you crazy?"

Yang Jinhua slowly opened her eyes, took a step back against the wall, and covered her chest with both hands where my flying paper penetrated:

"What are you doing?"

"Why, so"

I know what she wants to ask, why so suddenly?
But think about it carefully, is it really sudden?
On the first day I came here, she actually stretched out her claws towards me.

As she said just now, she has been wondering whether I am Yang Jian's illegitimate daughter.

But didn’t she still resolutely send me to the yacht and decide to make me her tool?

Even if we don’t talk about these, those disappeared girls and the deeds Yang Jinhua did
Can it be erased?
What nonsense are you talking about? If I continue to wait, wait for her to attack the next victim, and then regret it, wait for her to look at me triumphantly in front of me, will I learn from it?
Having tasted this kind of thing once is actually enough.

And, never more.

In my life, I will not always be late.

Yang Jinhua didn't wait for my answer, but she was unwilling to fall down. She leaned against the wall panting heavily, and the painful look on her face had solidified:
"Wait a minute, I'm actually good to you. Don't you remember how good I've been to you these days?"

This is a failure of temptation, and they directly start playing the emotional card.

I still couldn't make a sound. The expression on Yang Jinhua's face finally changed from hope to despair. Seeing that I was useless here, she wanted to lean against the wall to prop up her body and stagger out.

As soon as Yang Jinhua let go, I saw that the blood line had almost healed in just a few minutes.

If it stays still, there will probably be no trace at all by tomorrow.

Coupled with her current ferocious expression, perhaps, there is a high probability that she will be diagnosed with myocardial infarction.
But it cannot be taken lightly.

Because my paper aimed at her chest and went in, but the paper didn't come out.

With Officer Zeng’s insight, he would probably know it was me.

However, it is meaningless to say this now.

The only thing worth saying is probably——

"Yang Jian said, let me not kill anyone."

I stared at Yang Jinhua who was struggling on the ground, and finally said:
"I'm not the person Yang Jian brought to make things difficult for you. I asked him for a fortune. He said I could come to you and you would take care of me."

"He specifically told me not to kill anyone."

"I think that person should be you."

Yang Jinhua's movement when she was struggling to get up froze, as if she didn't hear clearly, and turned to look at me in disbelief:
"What did you say?"

I knew she had heard it clearly and was just seeking comfort, so I didn’t repeat it again:
"Didn't you hear clearly?"

"And half an eye. When Yang Jian wrote to you, he specifically called you mother."

"He probably hasn't called you that again in all these years."

Therefore, from the beginning, Half Eyes wanted my mother to treat me well.

And I, after experiencing so many things, I can no longer and will not speculate on people’s hearts in good faith.

This is the saddest place.

Yang Jinhua's expression finally relaxed, and she seemed to have a lot to say.

But reality is ultimately not as good as the end of all stories.

She didn't even have the chance to say, "If a person is about to die, he should be kind to his words." She just clutched her chest and fell into a long sleep at a certain moment.

I stared at Yang Jinhua who fell on the ground for a long time, and finally walked out along the way I came.

The two paper figures I had gifted followed me step by step. It wasn't until I put them away that I realized that apart from blocking Yang Jinhua for a few seconds, they were actually of no use. The other means I prepared, including sixteen pockets filled with all kinds of vaginal objects and paper binding, were all in vain.
Human life is more fragile than I thought.

I am not the same person I used to be.

But why do I always feel like it’s not enough?

I stared straight at the ceiling and started to have a headache about what was coming next——

Yang Jinhua was dead, but no one found her and the paper was still in her body.

I can't take any chances. How should I get out of here completely is still a question.

I can't stay here because I haven't found my second uncle yet.

But before continuing with this goal, I should do one more thing first to make sure that Yang Jinhua's affairs are over.
I took out my phone again and sent a message to Yu Jiajia, who had not been seen for several days:

"What have you been doing lately? Are you okay?"

Yu Jiajia, then it’s still high-intensity surfing:

"Everything is fine!"

"I'll show you the fireworks factory that's already under construction here. It's started and will be ready soon!"

The construction site in the photo only has a prototype, and actually nothing can be seen.

However, in a certain photo, Yu Jiajia, whose belly has not yet appeared, is standing in a large construction site wearing a safety helmet and planning the site.
He looked extremely happy.

If everything is good, that's good.

The good news is out there, so just worry about yourself.

The third floor is a restricted area and no one goes up there. I don’t know how long it will take for Yang Jinhua’s body to be discovered.

It might be better if it takes a little longer, as the rotting flesh will corrode the piece of paper that I can't take out now.

But even in summer, this time takes more than seven days.

The name 'Yang Jinhua' is destined not to disappear from the public eye for so long.

I have to look again, look again
If someone finds the body, and it's not in great condition, maybe I can too.
Thoughts were swirling in my mind, but I didn't think about it for long. Only on the afternoon of the third day, my hanging heart was completely dead.

Yang Jinhua's body was discovered not even 48 hours later.

And that person is the one I can’t face the most right now, Officer Zeng.

Officer Zeng brought his two young apprentices to the villa and told the servants that they needed to see Yang Jinhua. However, after the servants found that Yang Jinhua could not be found.

Officer Zeng opened the door immediately and discovered the body.

The body was taken back to the police station for autopsy as a matter of course.

I stood at the door and watched Yang Jinhua go away, while Officer Zeng and I looked at each other.

Officer Zeng had a rare expression of frustration:

"It's not easy for someone to report with a real name. There is a possibility of a major breakthrough in the case. We can have a legitimate name to find Yang Jinhua. Why is he dead now?"

"Is it really God's will that we are destined to be unable to capture Yang Jinhua?"

Being caught may not be as severe as the mental and physical torture Yang Jinhua suffered before her death, and it would be easy for her to contact various powerful people to rescue her.

I silently replied in my heart, thinking of what Officer Zeng had just said, so I asked casually:
"Can you tell me who reported the real name?"

Officer Zeng yelled:
"Everyone is dead. Reporting with a real name is of little significance. I guess we just have to wait until the case is closed. There is nothing we can't say."

"I think it's called, Yu Jiajia."