Chapter 699: Water Monster, Water Trickery

"Our photo?"

Han Fei, emerging from the nightmare wrapped in a curse, pushed the door open with force.

A strong stench of decay emanated from the pitch-black bedroom, and the cramped room was filled with various colorful drawings. In the center of all the pictures, there was a little boy locked in chains.

He held a broken finger, dipped in various paints, and lay on the ground drawing.

"Number Four?"

Han Fei noticed the clothes on the boy; the uniform jacket from the welfare home was badly damaged, and the number on the child's back was somewhat blurred.

"Why do you have our photo?" The boy did not look up and continued to draw on the ground. This time, he drew a child who fantasized about death constantly but never harmed anyone; he merely suppressed his impulses by continually injuring himself.

"I'm just like you, a child who walked out of that orphanage." Before Han Fei could finish, his backpack was torn open, and Chou Cat pulled out a photo from the pages of a scriptbook.