Demon Lord 3

If we can't find Lao Zhao, then all the information is meaningless. After all, it was Lao Zhao who collected the information, and just letting us see it wouldn't be enough. Next, after the little girl found Lao Zhao, we also had to find the little girl. After three days of searching, we still had no idea where Lao Zhao was. I didn't change my plan and just went to find the little girl first. After all, the little girl could escape the monk in the mental hospital, but she couldn't escape the temple. We had previously investigated the mental hospital's information and data. After driving there, we saw that it was very large. It seemed like the child of a wealthy family. Why would he do such a thing? After entering, the situation had become very serious. When we arrived, they said that the little girl was not a person at all. Everyone was slightly stunned. No one expected this result. Was the little girl a figment of their imagination? Was she a made-up person? None of us expected things to develop like this, but there was a man taking out the trash at the back door of the mental hospital. While taking out the trash, he was looking over here. When he heard us mention that name, he glanced at us twice. Although he left after glancing at us twice, I was still paying attention to that man. After the incident was over, we also walked away in a daze, but after we went out the back door, we saw that the garbage collector had been waiting for us there. It turned out that the man had been waiting for a long time. I curiously asked the man what he meant. The man also took off his dirty clothes and took us to have a cup of coffee. Seeing that this person had changed so much, I also asked him what he meant. He waited for us, made us coffee, and pretended to be a cleaner. He also said that he was originally a cleaner here, but he had another identity, which was not convenient to disclose. It was just that this time he happened to know about the little girl. I curiously asked if the little girl was not fictional? He shook his head and said it wasn't the little girl, but someone who had been here many years ago. Judging from current appearances, the little girl must have been in her twenties or thirties, not that young. Why was there still a little girl this time? It could be someone pretending to be someone else. I asked the man what the little girl looked like and if he had ever seen her. He nodded and said he had a good relationship with the little girl and was familiar with her, but he didn't know what she looked like or where she was now. He reminded us of the little girl's past experiences. He had a close relationship with her when she was admitted to the hospital. The little girl had told him that her father had killed her mother because of some issues, and that they had only learned about these events later. He also said that the little girl had explained them in detail. Hearing the details, we confidently told him about the crime scene we had seen, and to our surprise, they matched exactly what he had just described. Finally, we realized the seriousness of the situation. Could someone be staging a simulation? This whole thing was fake. What the little girl experienced was real, but the current situation was all a simulation. At the time, we'd always assumed the girl was the murderer, but she wasn't. But there was a lingering question. If she wasn't the murderer, why was she able to speak so clearly? Where had she been hiding, or was she watching her parents' tragedy unfold from somewhere in the house? Or perhaps the incident with Lao Zhao was all a scam. Someone pretending to be a little girl called Lao Zhao, and Lao Zhao later met us. We then went to investigate, and after learning the outcome, we went back to the person to investigate the little girl's situation. Then, we completed the task, and finally, Lao Zhao was tied up. Everything was logically arranged, designed to frame Lao Zhao and frame him. We immediately linked this to the powerful figure. He was the only person who could connect the dots. If we hadn't made that phone call and learned about the little girl's situation, we might not have known anything. As we were searching for more files, the garbage collector pulled out a copy of an old file. The yellowed paper showed how much it had survived through the years, and how difficult it must have been to preserve.