Quick Transmigration System: Talking about the cultivation of a delicate woman!

Chapter 22 Autism and Psychologist【29】

"Damn it! You didn't say it earlier." An Ran touched her back, no wonder her back was so cold just now.

533 system [You told me to shut up! 】

An Ran: "...you'd better go out and play, don't come back."

An Ran leaned over to the co-pilot and asked, "Master driver, do you have your cell phone?"

"Oh, I brought it, do you want to use it?" The driver turned his head to look at An Ran, and took out his phone.

533 system [I am telling you one thing before leaving. 】

An Ran "Say it quickly."

533 system [This car is also called by Qin Yue. 】

An Ran: "..."

"Mobile phone, I didn't set a password." The driver handed over the phone.

"No, no, no, thank you, master." An Ran hunched up her small body and huddled in the back seat to reduce her exposure.

Suddenly I thought that after I was caught, how many pieces of my small body would be unloaded.

The 533 system broadcasts [Currently 300 meters away from you. 】

[The distance is now 200 meters. 】

[The distance is now 100 meters. 】

【Now…………】

An Ran "Stop, let's go, don't hinder my performance."

533 system [Farewell. 】

An Ran originally thought that Qin Yue would catch her back halfway, but she was worried all the way, but it was a little different from the current calm.

Arriving safely at the gate of An's house, the driver didn't ask for a penny, got out of the car and drove away quickly.

Qin Yue, who was following behind at first, has long since disappeared, which is a bit strange.

When An Ran stood in a daze in the distance, she felt a little weird. When she stepped forward, she found that the door of An's house was not closed, and it opened with a slight breeze.

Slowly walking in, the lawn at the entrance of the courtyard seems to have not been repaired for some time, and the weeds have grown much taller than before.

The rhubarb and Erhuang raised in the courtyard were also gone.

Oh, those are two Akita dogs. They planned to steal Anjia and raise them for themselves, but now they don’t know where they went.

Walking all the way inside, the door of the house was unlocked. When I opened the door, I found that there was no one in the house. An Ran yelled a few words in a low voice, "Is anyone there, but no one answered."

When walking in the front hall, I could faintly smell a faint smell of blood, and the smell of blood became stronger as I walked in.

Walking to the flower-carved wooden door that met the front hall, An Ran took out a handkerchief, covered her mouth and nose, and pushed open the flower-carved wooden door in front of her on both sides.

When he saw the scene inside, he quickly closed the wooden door without making a sound, and ran to the side, gagging non-stop.

As soon as the door was opened, the strong bloody smell rushed straight into the nostrils. In addition, the body was already uncomfortable, and as a result, it took a long time for the body to get used to the nausea.

When the door was opened again, the scene inside the door was really bloody.

Surrounded by stumped limbs and broken arms, it was hard to tell who was who. They were scattered all over the place, and they were cut into pieces.

Thick red blood scabs stained the marble floor tiles under his feet, and had begun to solidify and turn slightly black.

The table beside it seems to be preparing for a feast, and the fork is already in place, if you ignore the contents of the plate.

The dining chair by the dining table has been pulled out to a suitable distance for people to sit on.

Four positions, four heads, just placed on their respective seats.

An Ran covered her mouth and walked forward trembling, trying to see the face of the head on the chair clearly.

The blood on the ground coagulated quickly after leaving the human body, but there was still an unusually sufficient amount of heating in the room.

The floor is a little slippery.

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(End of this chapter)