Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1696: Every One of You Carries Evil

Chapter 1696: Every One of You Carries Evil

Lu Shanshan was trembling with anger. She pointed at 795 and barked, “I won’t let you off.”
“See, I just said a couple of nasty things, and you’re already like this.” 795 spread his arms and shrugged. “Are you going to kill me for your own selfish desires?”
“You…” Lu Shanshan was so angry that her eyes were red.
“Advisor, let’s tie her up.” The members of the club said, “We’re in the same club, and we all know each other well. How could she do this? It’s too cruel.”
Liu Manman still kept her head down, not saying a word.
Ning Shu didn’t speak, either. Until things happened to them, they’d never know what it was like.
Liu Manman was left alone in a corner. No one dared to approach her. She curled over her knees with her forehead placed on them. People passing her would take a detour, as if she had created a vacuum around her.
The living room was silent, the cold wind was raging outside, and a heavy atmosphere pressed on everyone’s hearts.
So what if they had caught the murderer of the two girls? It was still impossible to leave. Losing one’s way in the whiteout was easy, and the snow was knee-deep.
It was as if some inexplicable force was preventing them from leaving the area.
There had been continuous cycles of systematic murders in this house.
“Madam, please prepare something to eat,” said Fan Junyang wearily.
The old woman, pivoting on her cane, said with anxiety, “Can’t you just leave my house? Every one of you carries evil.”
“Grandma, it’s snowing so hard. It’s better to wait,” said Xiao Lan.
Ning Shu raised an eyebrow and asked, “Xiao Lan, you can see it’s snowing?”
Xiao Lan shook her head, “I heard it. Rain and snow all have sounds.”
“And did you hear anything upstairs last night?” asked Ning Shu.
Xiao Lan said, “There were footsteps. Every night. The sound of you guys getting up and walking around.”
Ning Shu shut up when she couldn’t get anything out of her.
The old woman took her granddaughter to prepare breakfast, which consisted of black buns with gruel three times a day.
Whenever the old lady served porridge, she first served it to Fan Junyang. She got him mostly rice without water. Just like Lu Shanshan said, there was something really fishy about it.
Ning Shu felt her brain hurt so badly. Everyone was starting to look like a murderer.
Things were going nowhere at all. Ning Shu turned to look at the uncle. His expression was cold, and it was impossible to see what was on his mind at all.
He looked extra horrifying with the glinting silver scalpel in his hand.
“What is it?” The uncle turned around to look at Ning Shu.
Under his gaze, Ning Shu lost her confidence. She remembered what it was like to be eliminated. She shook her head and said, “It’s nothing. Do you want some steamed buns?”
Ning Shu handed him a black steamed bun. She did it on purpose. This kind of steamed bun looked pitch-black and dirty, and she thought he wouldn’t eat it.
Starve to death, you son of a bitch!
“Advisor, eat mine.” Lu Shanshan took a steamed bun and handed it to the uncle.
Seeing this, Ning Shu retracted her hand and put the steamed bun in her mouth to nibble on it.
The uncle got a bottle of water from somewhere and looked at the black buns with disgusted eyes. “I’m not hungry.”
Lu Shanshan’s face flushed. It was unknown if it was from shame or embarrassment.
“Tch~” 795 was getting started again. “Doesn’t he have his own hands? Does he need your help?”
Lu Shanshan looked calm and aloof. She just threw a glance at him
795’s expression abruptly turned serious and he pointed at Lu Shanshan. “If I die, you’re the culprit!”
Ning Shu: …
Translator: Kaho