Deep

His eyes were sharp like a knife, and in a moment, he got up from a pool of blood, full of shock at "Dulce Hooper's" body, with a hostile smile: "The culprit is not here, huh?"

"Dulce Hooper" fell at her feet, but instead of blood, the liquid flowed out, red to black, as thick as paint, mixed with the pungent

The next second, the door of the art club was kicked open. Zachary saw the mess in the drawing room, his pupils shrank. He quickly went to Quilly's eyes and picked her up urgently and carefully. He cupped Quilly's slightly closed face: "Quilly, wake up! It's me."

In the art club, Quilly turned around as if she felt something, and her cold, indifferent expression loosened for a moment.

He had just stepped through the door of the lab building when he heard the scream that had just sounded again and froze. How was it exactly the same as Dulce Hooper's scream?

Quilly heard his sigh, pretended to try to remember, and whispered again soothingly, "Do

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