"This doll was picked up by your grandson in the water, and there was a layer of red things like blood on it when he picked it up." I murmured, and suddenly my eyes stared at the doll in my hand, and my hands trembled involuntarily.

"children just like to pick up things outside and play with them. Sometimes people throw things they don't want at the edge of a pond. Children just like to look inside. You know, children treat everything as treasure. I don't know who lost the doll. It's a pity to lose it so new. " As if she didn't see the difference on my face,...