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The blocked door was knocked open and the police broke in just as Moyou had finished everything.

She put down the knife in her hand and stumbled towards the group of parents who had followed them in.

"Hahaha... You guys are too late, and you didn't catch up, hahahaha."

Before he could reach them, he was vomiting blood in his mouth.

She was just a mortal body, and she would have died long ago if she did not rely on that magical power to survive.

This was already the limit. Moyou stopped moving forward and stood a few steps away.

"It's not over yet, it's not over yet. As long as I am still alive, I will definitely want you..."

Her thin body shook a few times and fell down, but what she said reached everyone's ears clearly.

"……eye for eye……"

Several police officers rushed to pick her up, but they were still a step away, and the scarred body fell heavily.

Blood spread along where she lay.

It caught her like a spider web.

When the six people were carried out, the police were not sure who the victim was for a moment.

The old lady's injuries were far more serious than those of the others.

When asked about other people at the scene, their answers were that the old lady was possessed by a ghost and that she had been seriously ill before.

And the old lady didn't have this character before.

"Could it really be a ghost?" After asking several people in a row, they all responded with the same answer, and the new police officer couldn't help but mutter.

"What are you thinking about?" The old policeman who led him patted him on the head, causing him to stagger.

"What are the gods and ghosts? You have to believe in science."

"You also saw that the old lady's injury just now was not ordinary serious. Just the leg injury, she can actually stand up and walk!"

The new police officer made exaggerated gestures. When the old lady was carried up, he took a careful look.

"Don't underestimate people." The old policeman glanced at him and walked out, "People are much more powerful than ghosts... and much scarier."

The crowd dispersed and the door was closed again.

The broken portrait was placed on the table again by the police. The girl's gray smile was particularly bright in this blood-stained room.

"She's awake?"

"Looks like he's woken up."

Moyou opened his eyes and felt that he had had a long and sad dream.

Unable to see clearly, she stretched out her hand to rub her eyes out of habit.

Suddenly a big hand lifted her up from the bed.

It's a man, he looks familiar. Who is he?Moyou tilted his head slightly, maybe he was the parent of which of the five, he couldn't remember.

"Who told you to touch my daughter! I'll fucking kill you!"

Mo You smiled and pulled the wound on the side of his face, and the bandaged area turned red.

"Who told her to touch my granddaughter! I'll fucking kill all of you."

She repeated the man's words, changing a few words slightly.

The man was furious and raised his fists high, but his wife tried her best to stop him.

"Why are you irritating him! You really don't want to live anymore?" The woman blocked the man's hand and yelled at Moyou.

Tsk tsk tsk, Moyou shook his head, he couldn't act on the set and came to her to act.

She took out a knife from nowhere and handed it to the man, "Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Do it!"

The two couples who were pulling were both stunned. The man was still blushing, but he still didn't take the knife.

"It's just a threat." Moyou withdrew his hand and looked at the old face reflected on the blade, his eyes becoming colder and colder, "But I'm not."

She lunged forward and thrust the knife into the man's stomach.

Blood flowed down the knife to her hand and dripped on the white quilt.

Then she was pushed away by the woman who reacted.

His back hit the iron railing at the head of the bed hard, but Moyou slowly opened his mouth, with uncontrollable madness in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you all!"

The other parents who were just watching from the side felt a chill in their feet. They felt that this sentence was not a weak and harsh word.

The police who were waiting outside heard the commotion inside and ran in. When they saw the scene inside, they couldn't help but have a headache.

The woman was anxious to help her husband go out to find a doctor, but the old man on the bed played with the bloody knife in his hand with an indifferent expression.

Just like the five people who made a scene in the mourning hall, she pointed the tip of the knife at the others, as if she was going to throw it out the next second.

"Police! Quick, quick, take care of that crazy woman. My husband needs to see a doctor quickly. He's bleeding a lot!"

The policeman who came in wanted to comfort the woman, but saw a cold light and the knife flew towards the woman.

He subconsciously tried to block it, but whether it was an illusion or not, the knife changed its trajectory in the air and missed him but still stuck in the woman's body.

"He just suffered a little injury and kept screaming. My little hamster suffered hundreds of times more than he did."

The police subconsciously looked at the old man. Although her eyes were cloudy, they were frighteningly gloomy.

He wanted to reprimand the old man, but the other man obviously didn't want to listen, so he got into the bed and covered his head tightly.

What can they do, an old man, an old man who is seriously injured, an old man who is seriously injured and may still have some mental problems.

The police had no choice but to push these parents out of the ward.

Why do you have to go to her ward when you are fine? You are not being reasonable in the first place. Your child went to the victim's mourning hall to cause trouble. Can you blame her for being angry?

Seeing that people were about to leave, Moyou pulled the quilt down a little, revealing his whole face, staring at everyone intently.

A stooped middle-aged man broke away from the group leaving the room, stood awkwardly far away from Moyou, and knelt down towards her.

"I apologize to you. It was my son who made a mistake. Can you..."

Mo You interrupted him with a sneer, "It's not me who died. When I kill you all, you can go and apologize to my granddaughter in person."

The man's lowered body trembled slightly, he sighed, turned and left.

It's just that my back seems to be bent lower than before.

He is Xia Tai's father. Unlike his son who is tall and burly, he is a skinny and short man. He is hunched over all year round and looks even shorter.

They all went out, but the door was not closed immediately. In the small gap in the door, Moyou saw two familiar faces.

It's Cang Shu's two heartless native parents.

"You deserve to die too!" Mo You said bitterly.

The two heads immediately retracted, and the door was slammed shut.

This is not a single ward. There are other people living in it. Another patient has been staring here in shock since just now.

The door opened again, and two policemen came in. They took chairs and sat next to Moyou's ward.

Came to look at her.

Moyou was quiet for a while, staring at the ceiling until dry tears came out.

She turned her head and looked at where the young policeman was sitting.

There used to be another person sitting there, another person who would call her grandma.