Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Then she heard footsteps again.

She suddenly turned from the entrance where she was about to step out of the cabin, walked to another corner, picked up something - she walked towards the boy who was still struggling to move forward.

——Something split the air and was lifted high up, then fell down——

boom--

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

The advice and confession, which were forced with a smile, turned into an extremely tragic howl, piercing the gardener's eardrum through the wooden board like a knife tip, causing her to stare wide-eyed in horror and hold her breath in the darkness.

"Ten... cough..."

boom--

Another sound.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Again and again, over and over again.

She finally heard the girl's breathing.

The sound was heavy and rapid, accompanied by the sound of heavy sticks breaking through the air, but it quickly filled the cabin with great pleasure.

The wind blew up huge waves that hit the yacht, causing the boat to shake violently. She was terrified in the wine cellar and tried hard to hold on to both sides to prevent herself from hitting the wooden board.

But there was still a slight noise, fortunately it was covered up by the "dong" sound outside the wooden board.

After holding his breath and waiting for a while, the gardener discovered a ray of light coming in the darkness - the shaking of the boat just now caused the wooden planks to slide.

Her first feeling was not surprise but fear, for fear that someone outside would discover her. So she waited for a long time trembling with fear, and only after making sure that she had not been discovered did she carefully move her eyes closer.

-

She once used the money from her daughter's blood sales to take her child to the movies, but out of ignorance she bought the wrong ticket. When a scary face appeared on the big screen, she realized she had bought a horror movie. However, she was reluctant to spend the money and watched the whole movie to the end - she was also someone who had seen horror movies.

But she was sure that the horrific scenes she saw in the cinema, which made her and her child huddle together and almost scream, were far inferior to the trembling glance she cast into the bright cabin from the dark wine cellar.

The pale and thin girl was wearing an old short-sleeved shirt from the spring and summer. Her wrists, which were so thin that they seemed like they would break if bent, and her arms, which had turned blue from long-term injections, were exposed.

The light fell on her face and body, revealing the fragile appearance of a sick beauty.

But when the gardener peeked out, she was holding up a silver metal golf club with her terribly thin fingers clenched in silence. Her bright red lips were slightly curved, and her dark eyes were like two abysses of stone under the pale and dazzling light. Her pupils were almost shrunk into a line as she stared at the boy on the ground. Then, with a whoosh -

There should be no sound when the skin is torn, but it is like the clear sound of tearing cloth, accompanied by a dull thud that hits the peeper's eyes hard.

Blood splattered out.

The bat was stained with thick red and was lifted up by the girl within a few seconds. It condensed into a drop under the light, and before it fell, it scattered into swirling threads again with the heavy swing.

boom--

The bat struck the back of the boy's neck, forcing him to scream in pain once again.

boom--

The bat hit the boy's back, making a slight bone-breaking sound.

boom--

The girl gasped and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Then on the arms and shoulders.

After taking a breath, he kicked him hard on the head again.

The boy was kicked so hard that he rolled several times in the cabin, and his head hit the partition of the wine cellar where the gardener was hiding.

The gardener took a silent breath and stepped back through a cracked wooden board.

Outside the tiny gap, the girl leaned on her baseball bat and rested for a while, then she dragged the blood-stained baseball bat towards this side step by step.

The lights were dazzling, and outside the cabin, the wind and waves blended with the night to shake the ship.

She heard the girl's first words while breathing rapidly: "I once wrote 'seeing the sea' on my wish list."

She came closer, her tone very casual: "But now, I begin to hate the sea."

"Thanks to you."

"Thank you for letting me understand what hate is before I understand what love is—"

She finally came closer.

The gardener hiding in the wine cellar opened his eyes involuntarily. In the great and uncontrollable fear, he looked up at the girl's smooth jaw raised high, and her terrible eyes that no longer saw the burning flames, but only the dark abyss.

She raised the bat for the last time, clearly aiming it at Qin Wu's eyes.

Someone is going to die in front of me.

——This is a murder scene, and I am a witness.

——Amidst the overwhelming fear, the gardener’s mind was flashing through the contents of the diary.

The beautiful handwriting contained delicious apples, fields of flowers in spring, watermelons in summer, and hope for a future that sparkled like the "Flowers of the Galaxy" - although she didn't know what the "Flowers of the Galaxy" were - but just by looking at the words, she felt that the future was long and shining.

-

"I won't kill anyone."

"I just want to get the flower box back."

——The moment the two lines of beautiful and elegant handwriting appeared in the gardener's mind, he let out a sharp, gasping sound from his throat.

In the shaking cabin, where only the sound of wind and waves could be heard, this sound was immediately caught by the girl who had already stretched out all her senses.

Her focused pupils moved instantly, and the moment her sight touched the wine cellar with a crack, her hands also moved instantly -

The bat grazed the boy's bleeding head and slammed into the fragile wooden board.

-

Before he could even finish his breath, it got painfully stuck deep in his throat.

The gardener leaned back with her eyes wide open, the metal bat that was stuck in the flying sawdust reflected in her pupils - while the light poured in through the violently broken hole, scarlet blood gathered stickily along the reflective top and then dripped onto her face covered in cold sweat.

"Who?"

——The girl’s cold voice came through the air.

Having no popularity at all became her "nightmare" for a long time.