What were hanging high were not lanterns, but bright red dismembered heads.
The long tongues were silent, those long, bright red tongues belonging to the young men who forged weapons and those who raised bats.
In order to ensure that the secret would not be leaked, they were cruelly cut off their tongues.
Su Huaiyue clearly saw that the belly of the dissected corpse was bulging, and there seemed to be something wriggling inside, and the blood bats were being raised inside.
They turned into butterflies and flew away. Once the bloody bats were grown, they no longer needed to be kept in the human body. They just broke free and flapped their wings to fly.
The nursery rhyme confirmed everything in front of him, and Su Huaiyue was instantly horrified.
What an inhumane killing!
Xiao He squatted on the ground and quickly wrote down: "Conspiracy"
She tried to calm herself down and watched Xiaohe get up and continue walking forward.
The shadow of the lantern swayed on the wall, like an invisible ghost. She followed it step by step, wanting to find out what was going on.
Soon, she came to a smaller, more enclosed space and smelled a strange odor.
Xiao He pointed at a closed iron door in the dim light. Su Huaiyue's heart moved, knowing that there might be more secrets hidden behind this door.
Just as she was about to push open the door, Xiao He suddenly grabbed her hand and nervously wrote on her palm: "Be careful, someone is coming."
Su Huaiyue's heart trembled, and he quickly hid in the shadow of the corner, holding his breath with Xiaohe.
They heard footsteps approaching in the distance, and their heartbeats quickened.
In this dangerous and uneasy moment, Su Huaiyue kept reminding herself to stay calm, because at this moment, she felt unprecedented tension and desire for the truth.
Not far away, the footsteps stopped, and a feeling of fear and hope came over me.
Su Huaiyue held her breath, waiting for what was to be revealed next.
Su Huaiyue and Xiaohe waited with bated breath, the shadow in the corner becoming their only shelter.
The footsteps stopped not far from them, as if verifying something.
Su Huaiyue clenched his fists and silently noted down these subtle movements in his mind.
"Why are you left here?"
In a flash, Su Huaiyue decided that he needed to find out Xiaohe's background.
Xiao He carefully scratched a line of words on the wall: "I was able to save my life because my grandfather pleaded with Mr. Zhang."
Looking at her tightly clenched little hands, Su Huaiyue realized that this was a child who was forced into a desperate situation.
"Your tongue..."
Her words stopped abruptly, and she couldn't bear to continue asking.
Xiao He nodded, a trace of sadness and hatred flashing in her eyes as she continued writing, "They were afraid that I would reveal the secret, so they forced me to pretend to be a saint and deceive the villagers, saying that I was a surviving child."
She looked up at Su Huaiyue, her eyes full of anticipation.
Su Huaiyue thought for a moment, silently made up his mind, and said in a low voice: "We will find a way to send you all out safely."
The slightly damp smell and dim light in the dark room were intertwined. Su Huaiyue and Xiaohe hid tightly in the corner, their hearts beating like drums.
They know that new dangers may approach at any time.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and light poured in, forcing them to squint.
Su Huaiyue instinctively held his breath and leaned forward slightly to observe the movements of the person coming.
Several messengers in black walked in with firm steps, pulled the lid of a wooden box nearby, and threw down two corpses.
Through the half-obstructed peripheral vision, Su Huaiyue recognized at a glance that the two bodies were the two officers who had been taken away before.
Xiao He shrank back in horror.
Just then, one of the messengers glanced at the corner of the wall, and a corner of Xiaohe's white skirt caught his attention.
"What's this?"
He asked cunningly, took a few steps forward, and lifted Xiao He straight up from the shadows.
Su Huaiyue's whole body tensed up, and he subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Xiaohe's silent look.
Su Huaiyue realized that rash intervention might only make things worse.
She bit her lip and watched Xiao He being led out of the dark room by the black-clad messenger, with a bad feeling in her heart.
When the door was closed again and silence returned to the room, Su Huaiyue stood up from her hiding place without any hesitation and approached the door cautiously.
She gently turned the doorknob and was relieved to find it was unlocked.
The light in the corridor outside the door became brighter, and Su Huaiyue felt a little uneasy, but she quickly adjusted her breathing and tried her best to appear calm.
She seized the opportunity as night fell again, and Su Huaiyue finally returned to her residence in silence.
Her heart was still hanging in the air, thinking about the scene of Xiaohe being taken away.
However, at this moment, she had to hide her inner turmoil.
She lay quietly on the large bunk bed, and Wei Yunrou's soft murmur came from beside her.
"Sister-in-law, don't you think something is wrong here?"
Wei Yunrou turned over uneasily, moved closer to her, her voice trembling slightly.
Su Huaiyue patted her hand gently, trying to suppress the uneasiness in her heart, "Maybe you are not used to the new place. Don't think too much. Rest early. Everything will be better tomorrow morning."
She forced a smile, hoping to calm Wei Yunrou.
The night was dark, and every breath in the room seemed particularly clear.
Finally, Su Huaiyue also felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.
However, the restless nights always seem to be exceptionally short.
A scream broke the silence of the early morning, like a sharp knife piercing the heart, instantly waking Su Huaiyue from her dream.
She sat up quickly and looked around. People had already started to put on their clothes in a chaotic manner and ran out of the room one after another.
Su Huaiyue's bad premonition from last night came back to her. She rushed to the hall and was immediately shocked by the scene before her.
In the center of the hall, a fresh corpse was hanging from the beam, blood still dripping.
Several women in the team had fainted from fright, and several officers were leaning against the wall with pale faces.
Su Huaiyue suppressed the churning in her stomach and tried hard to hide the shock and grief on her face.
That was Xiao He, the Xiao He that I once wanted to protect but had to let go.
I promised her last night that I would take them out, but she could never get out again.
Su Huaiyue felt powerless and angry, although she understood that being too emotional at this moment would only arouse more doubts and dangers.
At the edge of the crowd, a familiar figure caught her eye.
It was Uncle Ping. He was standing outside the crowded crowd, and his back seemed to be more bent than before.
As if feeling Su Huaiyue's gaze, Uncle Ping raised his head slightly and looked at her briefly.
At that moment, Su Huaiyue noticed that there was a sense of determination in his eyes.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and disappeared into the chaotic crowd.
Su Huaiyue's heart tightened, and he quickly pushed through the crowd and chased after him.
Finally caught up with him around the corner, "Uncle Ping!"
She tried to call out to him amid the chaos.
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