The space began to rumble again.

This symbolic shift made Kitakawaji think of something. When he walked out the door, he immediately discovered that the small round table had changed.

The original cake, small paper plate and tea set have all disappeared, leaving only a note on the table.

Kitakawaji stretched out his hand to see what was recorded on this piece of paper.

But when he came into contact with the paper, countless thoughts and thoughts roared out from it, and countless pictures flashed quickly in front of Kitakawa Temple.

Sitting upright on the stage, wearing a white hunting suit and bright red lips, Hitachi Mina.

Feita Xingzi standing beside her, raising her hands high.

Below are the black believers kneeling down.

The light hit Fei Tatsuma's small body, making her look ruthless and cold.

The picture flashed.

This is the master bedroom of the Hitachi family that Kitakawaji had just investigated. Hitachi An was sitting at the table looking at the company documents in his hand, frowning, and looking very unhappy.

Behind him, the young Feitashi was holding the simple drawing he had drawn, standing in the shadow and watching Feitashi An.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.

The picture flashed again

It looks like the room of Hikamasa, with a light pink carpet, a white small wooden horse projection toy placed in the corner, a clean small desk, and a children's bed.

Ding ding ding ding dong

The toy of the little Trojan horse projection has been opened, and the crisp and pleasant nursery rhyme music sounds, and the white Trojan horse is jumping up and down with a faint rhythm.

The projection of stars, circles, and triangles sprinkles the room, looking like a dream.

In the middle of the room.

Feita Xingzi was holding Feita Zhenna, her voice was grieving and sad: "It's so pitiful, it's so pitiful."

Hitachi Ma was leaning against Hitachi Akiko's chest, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes flashing, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Slowly, blood was covered with the bodies of the two.

The bright white brilliance becomes a cruel color like a human blood.

The five-angle stars slowly became distorted and hideous.

The circle twisted and twitched, like a smiling face.

The projection of the triangle is like a blood-stained bone knife, sharp and makes people dare not get close to it.

The crisp and pleasant nursery rhyme music is elongated, accompanied by a crunchy and harsh friction sound in the middle.

Background elongated

The scene is back to the present.

The mirrored room still changes in front of you.

The candles of the cake placed on the table have been extinguished, the green tea and milk have been knocked over, and the smell of smelly tea and the sour milk are mixed together, making people feel like they want to vomit.

Kitakawaji looked out the door as if he was aware.

At some point, Fei Ta An had been resurrected. He stood at the door but did not dare to come in. He could only look at Kitakawaji with a dull and resentful look.

Since he couldn't come in, Kitakawaji would not waste his energy and care about him.

Kitakawaji picked up the piece of paper in his hand and looked up.

Blood-red characters jump into their eyes.

"Dad killed me, dad killed mom."

"But nothing matters."

“Because we are a family.”

“We are a family.”

"A family forever."

The twisted and frantically handwriting left the aura on it with the hope of letting the paper die in half.

Kitagawaji put down the piece of paper in his hand and looked at the innermost room as if he had noticed it.

At some point, the mirror barrier in the innermost room had disappeared and the door was open.

Kitakawaji put the paper into his pocket, ignored Fei Takan behind him, and walked inside.

This is a little girl's room.

Pink carpet.

Little white horse projection toy.

Small desk.

Children's bed.

Small wardrobe.

It has reached this point, so Kitagawa Temple will naturally not hesitate anymore.

He stood in the room, scanning around, hoping to find something.

But before he could find anything, Nishikotsu scratched Kitagawaji's face and pointed his round finger at the small change of wardrobe.

"Hmm? Is there anything in it?"

Nishikotsu nodded pitifully, affirming Kitagawaji's guess.

Kitakawa Temple opened the small wardrobe.

There are many clothes worn by little girls inside.

Skirt, down jacket, autumn clothing,

But Kitakawaji was not interested in these things at all. He reached out to push away his clothes, and then he realized something

On the inner board of the wardrobe, there are handwriting written in black crayons.

The moment he came into contact with these black crayon handwriting, Kitagawa Temple felt that a lot of things seemed to have surged into his mind.

The young little girl's voice sounded ghostly in her ears.

"It was a night, my tenth birthday."

"The TV at home is broken and it's always in a state of exhaustion."

"Mom called and someone will come to repair the TV soon."

“We put candles into the cake.”

"I have prepared my father's favorite black tea."

"Green tea and milk are all ready."

"Then"

The tone of memory was interrupted, replaced by an incomprehensible tone of resentment.

The cold sound was like a maggot gradually climbing up the rotten corpse. It couldn't be finished, and it couldn't be shaken away.

"Dad killed me."

"Dad killed mom."

"Dad didn't kill himself."

Kitakawaji's eyes flashed and he looked behind him.

Before we knew it, the little Trojan toy in the room began to spin again.

Accompanied by the elongated and weird horror music, the projection was opened.

The dark red blood light pressed down.

Sharp and bone-blazing five-pointed star.

Strangely twisted circles.

Sharp triangle.

Gurgling on the wall, crossing the face of Kitakawaji.

In this environment, Kitakawaji saw the little girl holding a ball in her hand and constantly patting her.

Bang, bang, bang.

The ball comes into contact with the ground and makes a dull sound.

Bang!

The leather ball was pinched in the hands of a little girl in a white dress.
To be continued...