Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"My pretty lady, your hat almost fell into the sea."

A porter who was resting on the shore came jogging with a black hat in his hand. Ye Kong thanked him and put the hat back on.

The wide brim of the hat submerged the instantly changing expression back into shadow.

"You have not lived in vain these seven years. In addition to working as a gardener, you have also studied linguistics."

“What is linguistics?”

The girl snorted and didn't answer. She continued to walk slowly forward while taking out the diary. She first looked around, as if she was looking at a strange object she saw for the first time, and then she prepared to open it and read it.

During this time, the old man followed her and racked his brains to think of a topic to talk about: "So did you really study psychology later?"

“Yes.”

The girl was absent-minded.

She opened the first page of her diary.

From her current perspective, the handwriting that seemed somewhat immature came into her sight——

"Your name is Ye Kong."

"Leaf of leaf, hollow of hollow."

"You are from Flower Box, Flower Box County, Gotham City."

……

The fingers that were about to flip back casually suddenly stopped.

The handwriting was displayed on the dry paper, clearly reflected in the girl's dark pupils.

——Words are actually very magical things.

Like music, movies and portraits, it is a carrier of time.

When your fingers touch the paper and the words are engraved into your pupils, if you are lucky enough, you can go back in time for a short time, return to your young body, and feel again everything you felt when you picked up the pen and wrote these words on paper.

Just like a long-abandoned projector being powered on, the old, mottled images began to flicker on the screen.

Ye Kong had never taken the initiative to recall that terrible and shameful past, so she had never realized that those memories had long been covered in dust in her mind, becoming blurry and distant, until this moment when they became clear as if she had recovered her memories.

——Or maybe it really is the recovery of memory.

As she turned the pages of the diary, the handwriting left seven years ago kept coming into her sight, reminding her of familiar yet unfamiliar things one after another. She had to admit that the electric shocks and beatings she received back then might have really damaged her memory.

When she turned to a certain position, she suddenly stopped and asked, "Why are there two pages missing here?"

"Huh... I don't know either." The old man came closer and took a look. "There have been two pages missing since I started keeping it for you. You must have torn them off yourself."

The old man panted and guessed, "Did you write something that made you lose control of your emotions, and you tore it up because you felt ashamed?"

"I won't do that." The pair of black eyes glanced at her lightly. "The more out of control your emotions are, the more it shows that it is an important memory. I left this to make sure I don't forget anything as much as possible. Even if it's my confession of murder, I won't tear up a single page."

“……”Okay, you are cruel enough.

The old man was a little disappointed, then he thought of something and said, "However, when I first found this diary in the water tank, it was not damaged. It was only when you gave it to me later that I discovered that two pages were missing."

"Water tank?"

Ye Kong was suddenly stunned, and a dream-like scene suddenly flashed through his mind, "What water tank?"

"Have you forgotten all this? Isn't there an abandoned toilet behind the greenhouse? Before I found you, you hid the diary in the toilet tank - when I first found you, I thought you looked very clean and you wouldn't be afraid of getting dirty when the time came."

"..." Ye Kong was speechless for a moment, and his memories began to recover piecemeal like a broken film.

She remembered the scene where the old woman came to her with the diary, and boasted that she would help her keep the diary, but she almost beat her up.

Then I remembered that I gave her the diary...

But she really couldn't remember what happened in between.

"I think you tore off two pages after I found the diary and before you handed it to me. Actually, I should have seen what was written on those two pages when I first read it, but I really can't remember it."

"..."

The girl silently closed the diary, turned her head and stared at her coldly.

The old woman who was originally deep in thought suddenly felt a little frightened. She had always had an instinctive fear of this child, ever since she was little. She was old enough to be her mother and looked like her grandmother, but she seemed to be naturally shorter.

She couldn't help but shrink her neck and asked, "Why, what's wrong?"

"So you've been peeking at my diary since the beginning." The girl said coldly, "How come you dared to nod when I told you not to peek later?"

“……” The old man suddenly became timid and his neck was about to shrink into his shoulders.

Ye Kong didn't bother with her. He just put the diary back into his pocket and walked forward.

The old man followed him hesitantly: "What are you going to do next? Are you going to look for those two pages of the diary?"

"of course."

"Do you know where it is?"

"It's at the Qin family."

She remembered the dream she had not long ago, two pieces of paper with words written on them in the floating sea water, and the inside of the dilapidated water tank.

Besides all this, there were all the strange images that had passed through my mind over the past period of time but to which I could never quite put my finger - maybe once I got those two pages back, everything would have come to a conclusion.

"But how are you going to get to the Qin family?" The old man was horrified. "Aren't you walking into a trap?"

"I walked into a trap myself?"

The girl sneered from under her hat. "Yes, I just want to try out how big and hard the net they set up is, to see if it's big enough for me to chop for fun."

"Cut...you...you...are you really going to kill Qin Wu?"

The old man became even more frightened, and stammered anxiously: "Yes, how about I go with you? I can take care of each other... Well, am I not in the same group with you? I want revenge just like you, so you let me go with you..."

"..."

The girl paused, turned her head and raised her chin to look at her. Only one eye was visible from under her hat and mask. "Why are you going with me?"

"I... I'll go back and tell them that I'm too bored at home and I want to be their gardener." The old man thought and said quickly, "I don't know what happened. Master Qin clearly remembered that I was in the same group with you on the boat, but he didn't tell the madam and the others. He let me go without saying a word. I think he will let me go back."

Ye Kong sneered again: "Of course he will let you go back. He really wants to - although it seems ridiculous to me, he must think that anyone who is willing to sacrifice for me can be used as a handle to control me."

She turned her head and continued to walk forward: "Unfortunately, I don't care whether you live or die, you should go back to your home and continue playing games with those little brats."

"..." After she had taken a few steps, someone grabbed the sleeve of her coat.

The force was neither too strong nor too weak, but it was the maximum force that an old man with a hunchback could exert.

The girl could have broken free by relying on inertia.

But she paused.

Turning her head, she saw the old man's eyes, which were exposed to the sunlight in the shadows, full of worry. Although they were as old as dead bark and almost drooped into a line, one could still see the worry and fear in them that were about to overflow.

As if she were her daughter or granddaughter.

But they had only met a few times.

Human emotions are really strange.

Some people are blood relatives, but their relationship is so shallow that it's like strangers.

Some people only meet each other a few times, but inexplicably they can still remember each other every day for seven years.

When we meet again, he can still show this kind of look without any exaggeration - just by looking at it, you can feel the rich emotions in his eyes.

It turns out that such a weak body, blurry eyes and aging brain can also burst out with such abundant emotions.

"You..." She heard the old man ask her with fear, worry and horror, "You're not really going to kill someone, are you?"

"..."

——It’s really unfathomable.

As Ye Kong thought this, he coldly pulled back his sleeve.