i am your dog

dark.

"who are you?"

"Wo Cao, is there anyone else here?"

"who are you?"

"Bai Yang. Hey, brother, where are you? It's too dark here."

"You are human."

"Nonsense! Do you think that part of me doesn't look like a human?"

"Remember who you are..."

"Wait... Mencius Fan!"

Bai Yang sat up abruptly. He was sleeping on the stairs connecting the first and second floors. As soon as he raised his head, he bumped into the gold-plated handrail. The pain made him burst into tears.

Looking around, there is no Mencius Fan.

The doors of the three rooms upstairs were all locked, and he couldn't open it after knocking a few times, so he had to go back to the first floor.At the corner, a girl in a white dress was throwing a doll into the man's arms.

From the outlines, it was vaguely guessed that these two people should be Meng Jiafan and Meng Yuan, but the two people who lost their bodies wanted two bright spots.Attracted by Bai Yang's movement, they all stopped and did not move.

Bai Yang didn't understand what was going on, he and Meng Zifan fled into Meng Jiafan's room before, and suddenly wanted to ask why the wound on Meng Zifan's wrist disappeared, and then he lost consciousness.He was sure that that person was not Mencius Fan, but he must have something to do with Old Immortal.But he couldn't figure out why the old man took such painstaking efforts, or... the old man didn't know how he died?

He put aside his doubts first, and decided to visit Meng Shenfan's room as originally planned.

Brother and sister Meng Shenfan's room is far less luxurious than Meng Jiafan's room, and even a few toys in the room are covered with dust.The white gauze hanging around and the portrait on the wooden table indicate that the owner of the room will never come back.

Bai Yang looked at the rotten tribute and boasted, and he didn't know how long no one had been here.

In front of the closed window was a dead bird lying on its back, as if it had fallen into the water and drowned, its feathers were wet and somewhat frozen.Bai Yang, a parrot with blue and white feathers, seems to have seen it somewhere.

He tried to push the window, but it didn't move.Several iron wires entangled the handles of the windows, and it was impossible to open them except by force.

The arm accidentally hit the bird to the ground, and Meng Shenfan's portrait was knocked on the table with a slap.Bai Yang helped the portrait up. In the photo, two rows of blood and tears flowed down the eyes of the smiling person and dripped on the hands, which were hot.He heard the cry, which was very soft and chilling.

Behind him, the doorknob, which had already been tightened by him, was gently turned, and Meng Jiafan walked in with the doll in his arms, with two lines of blood and tears streaming down his face as pale as paper.She wasn't smiling or really sad, and the burn scars were starting to show on her face.

"Brother..." The same voice echoed in his mind over and over again.Meng Jiafan held his wrist on tiptoe, her cold little hand was also covered with scars.

She took the portrait away from Bai Yang's hand, and the doll in her arms fell to the ground.With her back to Bai Yang, she carefully protected the portrait in her arms.

"Meng Jiafan... Ah!" Bai Yang never thought that such a young child would be so fast, and he was thrown to the ground with a completely overwhelming force.

Meng Jiafan raised his head, his small face carved in pink and jade became more and more delicate, and he looked exactly like the person in the portrait. "Meng Jiafan" looked at him resentfully, opened his mouth and bit his arm.Bai Yang broke out in cold sweat from the pain but couldn't move. He struggled hard, but for some reason he didn't break free this time like he did to Meng Yuan.

While struggling, his shoulder hit the table leg, and Gong Guo fell off the table and rolled to "Meng Jiafan"'s feet.

"Meng Jiafan" let him go.

A woman's scream came from outside the door, "Shen Fan is the one who died, not Jia Fan!"

"Ma'am, you can't do this, the young master is a boy after all, you can't let him stay in the room wearing a skirt all the time, can you?" The voice was Bai Qiyun's, and the other one could only be from Meng Yuan's main room.

"It's Shen Fan who died... How could the master's beloved Jia Fan die? How can I let him know that it was Jia Fan who died?" Zheng Fang covered his mouth and began to cry, "Jia Fan lived so hard, Let her go at ease... let Shen Fan replace her, let the Meng family treat Shen Fan as dead..."

"Madam..." Bai Qiyun comforted the woman with a very tired voice.Someone came over again, and he said, "Master Yunfan, have we disturbed you?"

"I killed people, and I will take care of everything."

"Master Ke Zifan's knife..."

"I'll handle it."

"Master..." "Yunfan..."

"I'm fine...By the way, Mom, help me take care of Zifan, he's not been emotionally stable recently."

"Okay, let me see."

The footsteps disappeared, and Meng Jiafan in the room returned to normal.She rubbed her eyes, yawned a little, and her figure gradually blurred into white spots.The portrait fell to the ground, and a corner of the surface glass was shattered.

The dead person is Jia Fan?Both children were underdeveloped, so maybe it was really a mistake.Bai Yang checked the house again, and all the relics were burned.The white gauze wrapped around the handle of the cabinet was stained with water, like human tears.

Bai Yang bent down to pick up the doll that Meng Jiafan left behind. There was something solid wrapped in the cotton velvet material. When he opened the zipper, he could see a piece of cut meat and a piece of blood-soaked paper inside. .

Unfold the paper, and on it is a little blue bird that the child randomly doodles, very similar to that parrot.

Bai Yang sighed and exited the room.This is the first room on the left on the first floor.