Yvonne Young: "..."
She really didn't know that Ella Quinn had such a strange habit.
She looked at the peels pulled off the trees, with very similar shapes. This couldn't be called a habit, maybe more like a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"There are so many more trees that have been peeled over there. Following them, maybe we can find Ella."
Isaac Brooks excitedly ran forward.
Yvonne followed him, and she found blood traces in the grass, her heartstrings tugged. It seemed like it was dripping all the way.
The further they went, the fresher the blood became. It seemed to her that it was not human blood. She dipped her finger in it and rubbed it. It really wasn't human blood.
A brief touch of joy appeared on her face, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
But where in the world is that girl?
After a short sigh of relief, Yvonne anxiously looked around, feeling lost and helpless.
