"That auntie, she seemed to be that sister's mother. When I opened my eyes, I saw both of them and a few little boys, but they were so scared, none of them dared to run..."
Song Jiawen head buried in Jiang Yan's chest, smelling the familiar scent on him, slowly began to describe the scene she remembered, "The auntie burned the curtains, and then she took me and that sister and ran out from inside. But there were many of them, and after we were discovered..."
At this moment, Song Jiawen hugged Jiang Yan even tighter, her body trembling, "The auntie told me not to look back, but I looked back... I saw... her head—it seemed like... it seemed like it was split in two..."
The sister ran ahead of her and squeezed through a small hole first. When she crawled in and looked back to see if the auntie was coming, it was just that one glance...
A head split in two?
Jiang Yan's eyes showed shock. Such a brutal murder case would surely shake the whole Yunzhou City once it was discovered.
