ST3YC Chapter 98.1

Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child Chapter 98.1 : The Real Murderer Appeared

 

Qingqing fell on the bumpy back seat, her hands and feet tied, drowsy and semi-conscious.

 

She didn’t remember much about what happened, she just knew they were having dinner when she suddenly felt dizzy and then fell asleep.

 

When she woke up, she was kidnapped again. Yes, it was “again.”

 

She was kidnapped three times in half a year. Can she apply for a world record?

 

Of course, this teasing thought could not have come from Xiao Qingqing herself, but from Fu Sijin who was lying next to her.

 

He was also kidnapped, and happened to be in the same car with Qingqing.

 

The kidnappers were very cautious this time. They searched the two men thoroughly and threw away anything that might have been installed with positioning equipment, to ensure that they would not be trapped again because of these small electronic products.

 

Fu Sijin was conscious at first, but perhaps because they felt that he had no ability to resist, the kidnappers spoke casually.

 

Fu Sijin found out that they were actually together with the group that kidnapped Qingqing in the museum before. To be more precise, both groups were hired by the same person.

 

The reason why I used the word “at the beginning” just now is because Fu Sijin’s consciousness is gradually becoming blurred.

 

He was stabbed in the abdomen and blood kept flowing out. The kidnappers were not kind enough to help him stop the bleeding, so as the blood was lost, his body became weaker.

 

If this continues, he might die from excessive blood loss.

 

But Fu Sijin didn’t want to die, at least not now.

 

What would Qingqing do if he died?

 

From the brief confrontation just now, Fu Sijin could tell that these people were all desperate criminals.

 

Qingqing is still so young and has no ability to protect herself. If she falls into their hands, I’m afraid she will…

 

Gritting his teeth, Fu Sijin forced himself to stop guessing.

 

He had to protect Qingqing, even if it was meant to risk his life, and wait until his father and others came to rescue her.

 

“Ah…Ajin.”

 

As time passed, the effect of the medicine on Qingqing gradually wore off.

 

She opened her eyes dazedly and found that she was no longer in the bumpy car, but had been moved to a dark, abandoned factory.

 

It was quiet all around, with no one around, except for a very familiar figure lying in the distance – Fu Sijin.

 

Her blurry vision gradually came into focus, and the moment she saw the wound on Fu Sijin’s body, Qingqing’s heart sank and tears fell.

 

“Ajin… Ajin, wuwuwu… Ajin, please take care of Qingqing, Qingqing is scared…”

 

Blood, too much blood.

 

Abdomen

 

In the center, Fu Sijin’s entire body was soaked in blood. This horrific scene struck Qingqing’s heart directly, causing her unbearable pain.

 

It’s so painful. What if… what if Ajin died?

 

At this moment, Qingqing strangely understood the fear of death.

 

“Mmm…mm…”

 

It seemed as if she heard a child crying, and suddenly a struggling whimpering sound came from behind Qingqing.

 

She turned her head subconsciously and almost screamed out of fright.

 

She saw a female ghost with disheveled hair lying behind her, and next to her was a motionless little ghost, crawling towards her. The scene was extremely terrifying, especially in such a gloomy and dark dilapidated factory.

 

Qingqing was so scared that goose bumps appeared all over her body.

 

Just at this moment, the tightly closed factory door suddenly opened, and a man dressed in black with his entire face hidden in darkness walked in.

 

As soon as she saw him, Qingqing’s little body trembled instinctively.

 

For some reason, she was deeply impressed by this person.

 

Or rather, she was particularly familiar with this person’s body shape. She seemed to have seen him appear around her more than once.

 

In other words, she is very familiar with this person’s body shape and seems to have seen the other person appear around her more than once.

 

The man who passed by them when they went to Director Gao’s house, the figure in the elevator of the farmhouse…

 

Each one of them can be superimposed on the man in front of them and become the same person.

 

It turns out that the real murderer has been lurking beside Qingqing.

 

Fu Sijin weakly opened his eyes a little and looked at the real murderer in despair.

 

The person on the other side did not walk directly to Qingqing.

 

Instead, he came to Fu Sijin first, lifted his collar with one hand, and slowly moved closer to him with his masked face, and said in a hoarse voice: “Long time no see, little guy.”

 

“Who are you?” Fu Sijin asked with a frown.

 

“Who am I?” Han Dayu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “You should actually ask your mother this question.”

 

After he finished speaking, he changed the subject and said, “But actually, you also know me.”

 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you.” Fu Sijin looked back at the other person calmly, but his eyes were always looking at Qingqing worriedly.

 

“Have you never seen me?” He let go of Fu Sijin, allowing him to fall and tear his wound, causing him to break out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

 

Han Dayu stared at him condescendingly, his tone cold: “Perhaps you will be more familiar with this person, Huzi.”

 

Hearing the call, a sturdy man almost two meters tall with a hideous scar on his face walked into the factory with heavy steps.

 

As soon as he saw his figure, Fu Sijin’s face gradually turned pale and his whole body began to tremble.

 

“Why…you…”

 

His heart was beating wildly, and the familiar pain surged up like a tide, drowning him in an instant, a suffocating pain.

 

“Long time no see, little one.”

 

Hu Zi opened his mouth, revealing a hideous and somewhat perverted smile, and the scar on his face twisted like an ugly worm.

 

“No… Impossible…”