I am a god in script killing

Chapter 90 Rose's Funeral (24)

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When Bo Juan regained consciousness, she only heard someone crying. She turned her head and saw the boy gently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

All the tears that fell drifted away like a cloud of smoke, and the body that had just solidified was already translucent.

The soul has no tears, even the extreme sorrow can only burn the soul.

Bo Jun sighed silently, but stretched out his hand and passed it straight through.

Bo Jun: "..."

Ren Huai looked at her and cried even more fiercely.

【This little swan can really cry. 】

The vigor that Bai Wei remembered hadn't passed yet, and Bo Jun couldn't help but soften his heart when he thought of what the little guy had gone through.

"Don't cry, crying is not flattering."

069 couldn't help it: "How can you comfort people like this?"

But Ren Huai listened to Bo Jun's words, sucked his nose lightly, and stopped his tears.

069: "..." Okay, it really works.

"Mr. Bai," Little Swan whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first."

Bo Juan said lightly, "It's okay."

[Anyway, I didn't recognize you, we are even. 】

069 helplessly reminded: "...you must not say it."

"You just..." Bo Juan considered his words carefully, "How can I say that I don't want you anymore?"

"Because the teacher didn't go to my competition," Ren Huai said, a little aggrieved, "Someone called and said you don't want me anymore, ask me out."

"Competition? You're talking about "Swan Lake"," Bo Jun saw him nodding, and couldn't help frowning, "You just believe people when they call, are you a fool?"

"Then I'm not smart either..."

The child murmured quietly to himself, looking a little sad and not very clever.

Bo Jun pinched his forehead, feeling helpless and wanting to laugh.

"Besides," Ren Huai continued, "your phone was turned off at the time, and no one came..."

"Who told you to go out?" Bo Juan cut his eyebrows coldly and interrupted him.

"Are you jealous of the one who won the prize in the math competition, or the one who won the prize in the ballet competition?"

Ren Huai paused, then shook his head after a long time: "I, I don't remember."

"It seems that the memory is in the evil soul." 069 said.

"Okay, do you remember where you were at the end?"

Bo Jun changed the question: "Is it on the rooftop above?"

"No." Ren Huai shook his head, "It's in the theater."

"The theater where you performed?" Bo Juan was taken aback for a moment, "Then why did he put amulets on the roof?"

"Because he came to the gymnasium to watch performances to find inspiration, and then drew a picture on the rooftop," Ren Huai looked up at her, his black eyes were clean but deep, "Use my blood."

Bo Jun was stunned by these words: "It's that picture..."

"Well, the painting that won the National Award," Ren Huai lowered his eyes, "The rose heart was painted with my blood."
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"It's here."

According to the description, Bo Jun found the ballet theater where Ren Huai once competed.

It's not particularly big, it's not in the city center, and it's even a barren scene.

"It has been abandoned for a long time." 069 said, "If you can't pick the lock, you can climb over the wall."

"Brother Jiu, you're a bad person," Bo Juan paused after hearing the second half of the sentence and teased, "You didn't approve of my rough behavior before."

"..." 069 was helpless, "How else would you get in? You still need to kick..."

With a sound of "bang", the iron door, which had been rusted for a long time, was roughly kicked and broken.

Bo Juan pushed the door open and walked in as if nothing had happened: "Anyway, no one will see it, so it won't be destroyed."

069:"……"

Let's see how awesome you are.

(End of this chapter)