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Chapter 383 Misunderstanding?

"Blood?!"

Zheng Hao was very familiar with this smell, because he had deeply engraved this smell into his body.

He was sure that the blood on this cheek did not flow from him, so its source could only be that Molly accidentally stained his face when she pushed him just now.

If this is blood, why is Molly's little hands stained with this kind of thing?Could the bright red outside the door in the distance also be dyed red with blood?
But, as Molly said before, her mother, Freya, was cooking dinner, maybe it was blood from killing chickens and fish?

Or in...

In Zheng Hao's heart, he temporarily let go of the goodness just now, and replaced it with vigilance, which has been integrated into the body's instinctive vigilance.

After closing the door tightly with his backhand, Zheng Hao walked lightly to the room where Molly ran just now.

For Molly, a little lolita, even Zheng Hao himself was a little surprised by his concern for her.Maybe it's because her cute doll-like appearance is extremely pleasing, or maybe it's because Zheng Hao was a little surprised by her cuteness when he saw her for the first time.It is no exaggeration to say that Zheng Hao likes this little girl very much.

Of course, it's just the kind of love for children.

However, in this world, Zheng Hao knows that everything cannot be described with common sense.Therefore, everything that happened in front of him made him involuntarily associate this piece of red with the two words in his mind.

'Bloodfiend'

However, he was afraid that the two would really be connected.

Because, if Molly's mother, Freya, is really a blood demon who hides in the hotel during the day, what should he do?
With contradictory emotions, Zheng Hao has already quietly touched the dagger behind his back that was also borrowed from a certain "lucky boy" by his other hand, and slowly to write on their own body.

The smell of fresh blood is getting stronger and stronger. There is no doubt that the blood on Zheng Hao's face is stained from Molly's hands, and the blood on Molly's hands is also the thick blood that can already be smelled from the front. The smell came from the room.

This hotel is not very big, there are only a dozen rooms in general.However, this old corridor is a bit long. Under the old carpets on the floor and the old pictures hanging on both sides, there is a unique old flavor, which makes people slow down involuntarily.

One room, two rooms...

As Zheng Hao gradually approached the room in the corner, Zheng Hao's brows became more and more wrinkled.

The body gradually became tense, the trace of sharpness was hidden behind him, and the cold light seemed to suddenly appear at any time.

"Ah, Molly, are you out again?"

Just when Zheng Hao was about to walk to the door of the room in front of him, Freya's voice suddenly came from there, making Zheng Hao's footsteps pause, and then he saw Freya holding a freshly descaled fish full of blood walked out of the room.

"Look, the floor is covered in blood again. Mom will have to clean it up again..."

Freya, who had just walked out, was holding a fish in one hand and a knife in the other. Her face was also splashed with a little blood and fish scales, which made her look as beautiful as Molly when she grew up a bit frightening.

"Huh?" At this time, Freya, who had just walked out the door and looked down at the blood on the ground, seemed to have noticed Zheng Hao who had come to the door at this time, and asked in surprise: "Hello... May I ask why you are here... Is Molly bothering you again?"

Zheng Hao carefully observed Freya in front of him, the bloody fish in his hand, the bloody knife, the apron splashed with blood, and the embarrassment and uneasiness in his eyes maybe because Molly disturbed him again.

Am I being suspicious?
"Molly! You..."

Facing the silent Zheng Hao, the uneasiness and embarrassment in Freya's eyes turned into a little helplessness. She turned around and called Molly's name into the room, as if she planned to 'teach' her a lesson.

Regarding this, Zheng Hao had to let go of the doubts in his heart, released his hand from the dagger behind his waist, reached out to stop Freya's shout and shook his head: "No, Molly and I get along very well."

"Ah?!" Freya was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Zheng Hao puzzled for a while, and said doubtfully, "Then you are..."

Zheng Hao lightly pointed his hand on the fish in Freya's hand, smiled again and said, "Maybe Molly accidentally touched some blood, and then got it on my face while playing with me. I I was afraid that the blood belonged to Molly, so..."

After Zheng Hao's explanation, Freya suddenly understood, and then apologized quickly: "I'm sorry... because I'm not particularly good at cooking... so sometimes I'm always in a hurry, and I often end up with these bloody things. Splattered everywhere."

"It's okay." Zheng Hao walked slowly to Freya's side, but his eyes passed through her and quietly glanced at the room behind her.

The layout of this room is generally not much different from Zheng Hao's room, except that this room is a bit bigger and has an independent kitchen, while Zheng Hao's room does not.

Moreover, the layout of the room made it possible to see the kitchen directly from the door, so although it was just a glance, Zheng Hao was able to see the other bloody dead fish on the kitchen that had just hung their scales.

Most importantly, as Freya said, the kitchen at this time seemed to have experienced a disaster, and there was a mess everywhere.

After seeing this scene, Zheng Hao's suspended heart and tense body gradually relaxed.

"It's okay, since the blood didn't come from Molly, then there's nothing wrong with it."

Nodding slightly to Freya, Zheng Hao waved to Molly, who just walked out of the room at this time, then turned and walked to his room.

And behind him, Freya was looking at Zheng Hao's leaving back with eyes full of gratitude, but the fish in her hand suddenly trembled slightly out of season.

When Zheng Hao reopened the door and walked in...

Swish!
The small kitchen knife in Freya's hand suddenly pierced into the fish body in the other hand, completely stopping its last trembling under the flow of a little blood.

At the same time, the gratitude in her Molly-like light blue eyes turned into indifference, she turned around and walked into her room and gently closed the door.

"I told you, don't start making dinner so early."

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows and Freya's body trembled.

"If it wasn't for me, maybe everything here would have been exposed."

Freya casually threw the dead fish with a kitchen knife in her hand into the distant kitchen, bowed her head to a person in the shadow who couldn't see clearly, and said, "Thank you for your help...but, I was also like this in the past. It's time to make dinner... I didn't expect him to come..."

"...So, what are you going to do?"

Facing the question of the figure in the shadows, Freya suddenly raised her head, a faint red light flickered in her light blue eyes,
"It's okay, it's not the first time I've dealt with this kind of thing. Just leave it to me."

On the side, Molly has been watching the two quietly, biting her index finger in her mouth, her eyes full of childlike innocence.

(End of this chapter)