Was it the kidnappers who turned on each other and killed themselves, or was it…
Lu Xiaoyou saw a gun moving along the ground…
Looking more closely, she finally realized it was a child who wasn't even as tall as the gun; he was hugging the gun in his arms…
The child's face was smeared with gray dust, and his chubby, lotus-root-like arms were stained with dirt and mottled bright red.
His skin was snow-white, now dirtied all over, looking truly pitiful.
Miss Lu just stared at him—big-headed and sturdy, with almond-sized eyes, clear and lustrous; those eyes were filled to the brim with innocence.
Yet the people around him were all collapsing one after another.
Faced with desperate shouts and screams, the expression on his face was numb.
He walked past the fallen bodies to check whether they were truly dead; if there was still a breath left, he would give them another stab.
Slowly, in the forest, the only one left standing was the child.
