"Kids, where is your mom?" Beibei squatted down, naturally using her body to block the boy's line of sight.
Upon hearing the word 'mom,' the boy's eyes dimmed, his head hung low, holding his sister's hand tightly, he whispered, "She left, dad often hit her when he was drunk, she couldn't take it."
"Mom didn't abandon us. She often comes to the school to see us, bringing us snacks and little skirts, but dad cut all the skirts to pieces with scissors." The little girl shielded behind the boy lifted her face with a trace of grievance.
"Useless trash..." Yang Xiao glanced at the man dead on the sofa, thinking it was good that such a weakling was dead.
But the most important thing now was to find out the cause of the man's death, more precisely, to find out this ghost's method of killing.
"Are you usually locked up here? Are these wounds also new from his beatings?" Yang Xiao asked patiently, as time was of the essence.
