There was no light in He Xin's house, and the room was pitch black.
The moonlight outside seemed to be blocked and could not shine in.
Song Ning made a gesture in annoyance, and the darkness receded like a tide, and the moonlight gently poured into the room.
Snap…
The little paper man turned on the light switch, and the room instantly became bright.
He Xin's house is much smaller. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a small living room less than 10 meters in size. The small living room is connected to three doors, corresponding to the bedroom, kitchen and toilet respectively.
The bedroom door was tightly closed, but the other two doors were wide open.
With a gesture from Song Ning, the little paper man violently broke open the door.
Even someone as calm as Song Ning couldn't help but be amazed by the scene before her.
He Xin lay on the ground like a rag doll, her body covered in bruises and purples...
There wasn't even a single piece of good flesh on his body!
"How is she?"
Zhao Liang looked embarrassed, and for the first time he felt glad that he was dead.
Otherwise, this is what social death is all about.
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