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Chapter 250. Hidden places (8000 words goal achieved!)(2/2)

It was the head of a child.

The head was staring at Kitakawaji with empty eyes.

Kitakawaji doesn't care.

Under the gaze of death, the child's head was nothing more than a simple resentment turned into a "residual image".

Kitakawaji's fingers stretched towards the head

boom

The scenery flows.

Kitagawaji saw Matsumoto Kuyuan crying in the basement.

His wrists and ankles had been twisted over for a while, like a twist.

Matsumoto Kuyuan's face was pale and cried in fear.

From the moment he escaped and was exposed, he had already thought of his own ending.

Next to him was a kind-looking middle-aged man.

While sharpening the knife, the middle-aged man muttered to himself: "The hands and feet are no longer used."

then.

Under Kitagawa Temple's gaze, the middle-aged man raised the meat-cut knife in his hand and pointed it at Matsumoto's neck like a slaughter!

Accompanied by a dull "bang".

The child's crying disappeared in an instant.

Matsumoto's unsightly eyes reveal endless resentment, which flows to the kind-eyed middle-aged man

The scenery is stretched again

Kitakawa Temple came back to its senses in a trance.

"That was just now" Kitagawaji frowned.

It was probably what Matsumoto saw before his death. Using this afterimage of his head as a conveyor of his longing, Kitagawa Temple saw what happened at the beginning.

Kitagawa Temple shook off the extra thoughts in her head and opened Fujiwara Nagagawa's drawer.

In this drawer, Kitakawaji saw a pair of broken hands that had been wiped clean.

After the last experience, Kitakawaji no longer had any worries and had contact with his broken hands.

The next moment, the familiar scene was elongated again.

It was still the basement, but there was another person on the long table with blood stains.

A young boy with a buzz cut cursed at the person suspected to be the dean, while trying to break free from his own constraints.

But the child's power was too weak, and he couldn't break free at all, so he could only watch the other party walking towards him step by step with a meat-claw knife.

Bang!!!

There was still a muffled sound, and the little boy started crying wildly in an instant. He twitched all over and foamed at the same time.

The blood lost too much in an instant, causing him to have symptoms of shock and convulsions.

Then there was another dull sound!

With a tug, the little boy's hands were torn off, and the smell of unpleasant blood scent rippled in the air.

"It's a pity that I can't use so much blood well."

The kind-hearted middle-aged man carried the little boy up and then went to the innermost room.

More than a dozen small corpses were hung among them, and at the bottom, there was a bathtub filled with fishy black blood.

He threw Fujiwara Nagagawa, who had not died yet and had lost his hands, into the bathtub.

Fujiwara Nagagawa gradually lost his struggle, leaning against the bathtub, with the group of corpses above his head reflected in his eyes.

The spirit of Kitakawaji is back again.

This time, he did not hesitate and simply opened the third drawer.

There is a pair of clean and clean short legs inside.

Just like the first two drawers, Kitagawa Temple once again entered the world of missing the dead.

This time he saw a gloomy little girl wearing a long skirt.

The same muffled sound, the same basement.

It's just that what she was removed was her legs.

Looking at the little girl who was gradually losing her vitality, Kitakawaji gently pressed her temples.

He is back again.

But he vaguely found some feelings.

The director of this welfare home seemed to be pieced together something.

Yes.

He seemed to be using these children's bodies to piece together something.

"The only things that are made of corpses are corpses, right?"

Kitakawaji flicked his fingers, and his eyes kept combining what he had just seen and heard.

Unlike hand-loving enthusiasts like Yuki Sakura, this welfare director obviously has a more pure purpose.

Patch together different corpses

Although these messages are also important, this is not what Kitakawaji wants to be in this place.

"I came here to find something like escape plan, not this kind of memory before death. But there seemed to be nothing in their drawers except the parts they were removed."

Kitakawaji muttered to himself.

Since there is nothing Kitagawaji wants to find in the first three drawers, is the answer in the drawer of Khinumu?

After all, there is no resentment on his drawer. Maybe it is filled with the specific measures and discussions about their departure from the welfare home?

Thinking of this, Kitagawa Temple subconsciously opened the drawer of the Shrine Mu.

The drawer of the Ksun Mu is empty.

Yes. As literally, there is nothing inside, empty.

""Baichuan Temple.

Unexpectedly, I finally hit a wall here in the temple.

But Kitakawaji had long anticipated this situation.

His eyes swept around, lifted the flashlight in his hand and lowered it, as if he was looking for something.

As mentioned earlier, the children's dormitory should have the plan of the Shengong Mu and his friends leaving the welfare home, but now they can't find it.

The only possibility is that they put all the things they discussed in a hidden place and secretly hide them.

This is of course.

After all, being young does not mean being idiot.

Shengong Mu and the others must also know the consequences of these things being discovered. It would be really unwise to put them in the drawer in a dignified manner.

Who knows if the dean has the keys to their drawer?

If it is found out, the problem will be serious.

Kitakawa Temple simply started rummaging around.

Under the bed.

Among the pillows.

Inside the quilt

Kitakawaji checked the past as much as possible.

Just as he was working hard, Nishikotsuko poked his head around and then struggled and jumped out of the neckline of Kitagawaji.

But the position she jumped out was obviously not very good.

All of a sudden it hit the wall where the children painted homework.

With a tearing sound, she "bumped" a small black hole in the wall where the painting homework was.

"This is?"

Kitakawaji's eyes flashed and his heart moved.
Chapter completed!
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