The host is a piece of trash

Chapter 315 Carnival Party (10)

"Boy, be good, go back to your room quickly. My sister is so stupid, she must not know many questions."

Number 12 never fails to live up to a woman's expectations, he obediently responded: "Good mother, I want to eat braised pork tonight."

"Okay, okay, mom will make it for you."

The woman said soothingly.

But what the 12th didn't expect was that there was indeed braised pork that night, but it was made by that man.

Mom's head was watching him in the bowl, as tender as ever.

That day.

My sister cried so much that she even had a stress response in her cerebral cortex and couldn't remember anything.

But he was very quiet that day, he even looked at the man's head for a while, looked at his sinister smile, and asked calmly, "Why?"

"Why?" the man laughed, "Of course it's because she's noisy! She doesn't know anything, and she's still telling me what to do! Does she deserve it?"

"Oh, I see." He calmly ate the rice, watching his sister faint and the man laughing maliciously, he was quiet.

After eating, he took his sister to the hospital.

The man was already lying on the bed and fast asleep.

That day in the hospital, a man happened to enter the emergency room because he ate something bad, and he listened to it twice.

Then I made two dishes of Xiangke when I got home that day.

He remembered that when the man died, his face was ferocious, but also very powerless.

So, what was it like when mom died?

No. 12 came back from the memory with a blank expression on his face.

Now he only has his younger sister, and if the sunny surface can't protect his younger sister, he doesn't mind being a little more ruthless.

Everyone must die, including himself.

But my sister can't!
He is the sinner and the devil!
The younger sister was just implicated by him.

"Brother..." No. 13 reflexively took his hand when he was sleepy, his voice soft and pitiful.

No. 12's heart softened, and he rubbed her hair: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

However, at this time, their door suddenly opened with a "click".

Doctor No. 3 came in covered in blood. He glanced at the two children and said, "Help me stop the bleeding."

No. 12 looked at him condescendingly, his eyebrows dark and unclear: "Why? You are obviously a strong enemy."

"I have a tip." No. 3 said straightforwardly.

In such a weak situation, instead of saying words of cooperation, it is better to say words that can deter them.

No. 12 struggled for a while. Having a kit means that he may not be able to kill him, but if he wants to save him, he may be a snake in the future... It doesn't matter if he dies, but his sister is still there.

No. 13 tugged at No. 12's sleeve: "Brother, save the doctor."

"Okay." He took a deep breath and finally agreed.

Together, the two dragged the doctor to the bed, locked the door again, and looked at the bloody doctor, feeling a little helpless.

"How about cleaning it first." No. 13 said reluctantly, resisting the feeling of vomiting.

No. 12 naturally couldn't bear her suffering so much, so she just said to her: "Stay here, I will deal with it myself."

Although No. 13 couldn't bear it, she still left honestly. Over the years, she has always listened to her brother's words.

After all, her brother was the only person she recognized after losing her memory.

That must be a very important existence.

No. 12 started to check on No. 3 when he noticed that his sister was walking away, and was shocked to find that there was a lot of blood on this guy, but most of it was not his own!

He shook the knife in his hand and stared at the doctor who was in a bad state.

(End of this chapter)