Luo Qianqian didn't speak and closed her eyes, carefully recalling the scene as she went downstairs just now. It was clean and tidy, with no signs of a struggle, nor any smell of blood. So she wasn't taken away to be turned into "human dumplings"...
"What nonsense are you thinking about now?" Luo Xiying, as Luo Qianqian's uncle, was somewhat aware of his niece's wild imagination.
"Nothing," Luo Qianqian quickly waved her hands. She really hoped it was all just her wild thoughts. Why did it feel like this situation was so targeted? Why was it her who received that note? And those familiar hands, they looked so much like Elvis's.
And that woman who was obviously posing, wasn't she odd? Why hadn't anyone noticed her?
Moreover, Hei Yu didn't communicate with anyone throughout the whole process...
After pondering for a long time, Luo Qianqian gave up on thinking any further. She felt her brain capacity wasn't suited for such problems.
