[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Chapter 64

Zhitao watched Jiang Tong leave, and unconsciously stroked the place where the medicine was just applied, the red marks there faded a lot, and she didn't feel the sticky feeling of the ointment when she touched it, as if it was absorbed by the skin .

The gods were raised, and this passage was slowly playing in his mind, his eyelashes lowered in a daze, recalling the book given to Police Officer Hu, the names of the people recorded on it were the sacrifices of the God of Cookery, and the oldest of them was no more than ten years old , even though he was still a child, he died early.

For a moment, Zhitao wasn't sure whether Jiang Tong was talking about ordinary sacrifices or this cruel human sacrifice. If it was about human sacrifice, how many people in the Jiang family knew about it besides him?

If they all knew about the human sacrifice, did they know that Jiang Wenhao's "disappearance" was because of the God of Cookery?if they knew...

Zhitao stretched out her hand to press the twitching temple, feeling a chill in her heart, if the Jiang family knew that the family should be the master of food, wouldn't it mean that the big Jiang family murdered Jiang Wenhao.

His chaotic thoughts were disturbed by the pain, which made him feel more and more uncomfortable, his face became paler with all kinds of disturbing associations, sitting in the cold room like a ghost.

Until the sound of footsteps interrupted the silence, it was a servant who was busy at the door. He was the first to notice that Zhitao's face was not right, and immediately walked in in a panic, and asked Zhitao worriedly: "Mr. Zhi, are you okay?"

Zhitao didn't answer what the servant said, but exhaled lightly, and then lay down on the chair behind him, his gaze was wrapped around the face of the person in front of him, thinking about who the person in front of him was, but soon he Give up thinking.

After all, there are too many Jiang family members, and he doesn't have the memory to remember all of them. What's more, the Jiang family members all wear similar clothes, so he really can't remember them.

Although I don't know who the person in front of me is, I still have to ask the question. Zhitao opened his mouth slightly, and the fragrance quickly slipped out of his mouth, and clung to the person's neck like a snake. The person's breathing stopped for a moment, and his heart beat rapidly. , listening to Zhitao in a daze: "You know..."

Zhitao's eyes fell on the ground, and he didn't know how to ask for a moment. His Adam's apple rolled, and he continued to ask: "Will something happen to Jiang Wenhao?"

The man was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted, Zhitao raised his eyes to look at the man, his eyes were like two exquisite black diamonds, reflecting the lovable brilliance under the faint light, "You know what will happen to the head of the Jiang family what?"

Did you know that after Jiang Wenhao became the head of the family, he would be found by the gods and die?

Zhitao stared straight at that person, like a carnivorous plant blooming in the wilderness, preying on it by luring it. Its floral fragrance is a bait to attract insects to fly, and nectar is a weapon to lure insects to fall into the abyss, and that person is Attracted bugs.

The man gradually lost his consciousness under the temptation of the fragrance of flowers, he could only open his mouth obediently, and said briefly and forcefully: "I know."

These two short words can explain everything. As a servant of the Jiang family on the edge, he also knew that the head of the Jiang family would be murdered by the gods, and that the missing Jiang Wenhao would die.

Maybe during the whole process, only Zhitao and Jiang Wenhao didn't know about it. One of them was an outsider and the other was a victim.

Thinking of this, Zhitao felt that his chest suddenly became empty, and the organ called the heart rumbled out of his body. He continued to ask without any emotion, "Who knows?"

"The Jiang family basically knows about it." The man said with empty eyes.

Consistent with Zhitao's conjecture, as expected, only the two of them didn't know about it, Zhitao didn't ask further, he didn't open his mouth, that person also remained silent, the fragrance in the room was like a veil covering the whole world, floating softly .

But the strange thing is, under the influence of the fragrance of flowers, the servant's eyes are fixed on the air, as if something in the air is attracting him, but under normal circumstances, people affected by the fragrance of flowers will stare at Zhitao.

His behavior does not seem to be affected by the fragrance of flowers, but rather seems to be controlled by other existences.

Zhitao, who is caught in complicated emotions, has no energy to discover the abnormality of his servants. On the one hand, he hates the Jiang family who murdered Jiang Wenhao, and on the other hand, he can't restrain the sadness in his heart. These two intertwined emotions make him It showed an eerie calmness, like the surface of calm water.

He even smiled, the smile was cold, without any emotion, and he said softly: "That's it."

Everyone knows it.

When a person has absolute power, there is no hindrance to what he wants to do. He can ask others to give everything for him, or ask others to give up everything for him, as long as he wants, he can do so.

Even asking others to die.

This is also possible, it can be practiced, Zhitao has done it before, and it is very simple for him, just walk up to the person and say in a very soft voice that only the person can hear: "You go die."

If the person doesn't respond, then ask softly: "Please."

That person will do everything possible to commit suicide. Even if he is locked up by his family in a closed room that claims to be absolutely safe, he will still cut an opening in the window, and then jump down from the height of the fourteenth floor, taking the child with him. His malicious request fell to the ground, and his blood and flesh paste would stick to the ground firmly until the relevant personnel washed it repeatedly.

It's really simple.

Zhitao sat in the dark room, letting her inner thoughts spread. Because the death was too tragic, the news at that time reported the incident overwhelmingly, saying that the rich young master was trapped by love and finally committed suicide by jumping off the building.

However, none of the news media reported that the young man from a rich family stabbed someone with a knife in the middle of the night. The chase lasted only a few minutes, but the victim was hacked seventeen times, covered in blood, and then lay down in the hospital. for nearly two months.

That unfortunate victim was Chimo.

Zhitao didn't know that person. In his memory, he was just walking home at night after finishing his work normally. On the way, he was chased and hacked by that person, without giving him any time to react.

The man rushed out from the alley, and then quickly grabbed the collar of his clothes and pulled him back. Zhitao was pulled back and his white neck was exposed in the air. The man took the opportunity to chop off his neck with a knife.

Perhaps it was because the man was also nervous, and at the same time, in the middle of the night, Zhitao's neck was cut, but fortunately he did not die, and escaped while the man was relaxing.

But the man quickly caught up with him again, and chopped off his back and head. The cut skin was like a punctured blood bag, and the blood flowed down, making Zhitao covered in blood.

He couldn't walk at all in the back, his body had obvious sunken marks, and his lungs, mouth, nose, and breathing became difficult, so he could only try to cover his neck and squat down. Terrible roars and screams of heart terrified came from his ears. .

The strange man said angrily and full of resentment: "I gave up everything for you! I gave up everything! Why don't you look at me?!"

Zhitao's beautiful eyes were gray, like dark petals shrouded in death, his slender fingers pressed the bleeding neck, curled up beside the black wall, as if he would not be hurt this way.

The man slashed at his head without hesitation, and yelled at him vigorously: "How dare you! I gave up so much for you! Do you know that!"

Accompanied by the heavy blow, Zhitao fell down completely, his blood stained most of the wall, he breathed in the air quickly, the strong aroma from his mouth destroyed the man's sanity, making the man's expression even more distorted, "You stinky x Son, how can I be worse than that man! How dare you betray me! Speak up!"

The sharp piercing sound cut across the darkness, and the bloody knife and the man's distorted face were frozen in Zhitao's eyes.

From then on, the nightmare was born, and I could never get rid of it.

"Mr. Zhi," the servant suddenly woke up, and continued to ask the previous words: "Do you want to go back to the room to rest first? Your bed sheets and the like have been changed again."

Zhitao leaned against the black chair, the knife wound on her back was throbbing with pain again due to memories, as if something was about to come out of it, maybe it was a flower that was about to sprout.

He laughed at the association, imagining the flowers he had swallowed as a child regrowing inside him, growing along his spinal cord, the buds wrapped around his ribs into something the size of a heart, ready to burst out like wings.

It is ready to go, from the cut in the back...

With a puff.

Appeared just like that, Zhitao's eyes fell into the air, feeling the pain in his back, he asked in puzzlement like a child: "Why do you know?"

The servant had already forgotten what he just said, and asked in confusion, "Mr. Zhi, what do you mean?"

The sweet and greasy aroma is reminiscent of popcorn that has just popped. It attracts hungry children through sweetness. In the monotonous memory of the servant, this aroma is the best memory. He unconsciously showed a relaxed smile.

Zhitao didn't look at him, but he also felt familiar and eager gazes. He was like a big stack of banknotes in the eyes of others, so their desire for him was always very direct.

He tapped on the wooden chair with his fingers thoughtfully, listening to the soft clicking sound, the sound was like moths whirling around in the room, unable to get out.

This slight but repeated voice made the servant look anxious, and called out uneasily, "Mr. Zhi..."

Before the servant could finish speaking, Zhitao raised a finger first, and the servant quieted down when he saw the gesture, and obediently stood beside him listening to him, Zhitao softly repeated the question just now: "Why do you know?"

Zhitao didn't care about the suspicious eyes of the servants, but went on talking on his own, he said: "You all know that Jiang Wenhao will die, right?"

The servant stared at him in fear, not knowing why he said that suddenly, Zhitao's voice was soft and soft, "But you didn't tell us, you just waited to use him to feed the gods, only in this way can the Jiang family survive. "

"Yes," Zhitao clapped his hands, "It's a good plan to exchange the death of one person for everyone's life!"

"How profound and righteous! How great!" He laughed under the terrified gaze of his servants, his mind was full of the scene of the night when the temple was smashed, Mr. Jiang's upright face, and the blood-stained ring in the statue.

He laughed for a while, and when it stopped, he said in a very gentle tone: "But I'm really sad, so..."

Please go to hell.