Chapter 262: That Is Yan Yan
Su Tao clicked on the link, and her whole body stiffened.
Although Bone Wing appeared to be a young man, his delicate and beautiful features instantly pulled Su Tao’s memory back to the first time she had seen him.
Gone was the youthful innocence of a boy; in his current state, Bone Wing appeared even more cold-blooded and dangerous.
What was even more shocking was that, compared to his younger self, the Bone Wing in the photo looked completely indistinguishable from an ordinary human!
The blood color of the skin on his face was so real, as if there was actually a beating heart beneath it, just like a human.
No wonder the rumors about him being a zombie were hardly believed by anyone.
Those who didn’t know him wouldn’t even consider that possibility—they would simply think he was a twisted serial killer.
Shi Zijin frowned as he looked at the image.
“His facial features haven’t changed much. If Liu Panpan sees this, she might suspect something.”
And sure enough, Liu Panpan did see it.
She had been in a daze these past few days, often clutching a photo of Yan Yan and staring at it for hours on end.
During this time, Director Miao had even called her, saying that Yang Yang was sick and had been crying for his mother.
Liu Panpan had cried until she was nearly dry of tears, yet she still forced herself not to go see Yang Yang.
Late at night, she often felt like ending everything with a single cut.
But every time despair consumed her, she couldn’t help but recall what Boss Su had said.
What if Yan Yan was still alive?
What if he was waiting for her?
She wiped away her tears and tried to pull herself together.
She was planning to apologize to Director Miao, but just as she stepped out, she overheard some familiar tenants in the hallway chatting about the news.
Liu Panpan had initially just greeted them with a forced smile.
But Grandma Cen enthusiastically pulled her over and zoomed in on the photo on her communicator:
“Xiao Pan, you have to recognize this man clearly—he’s a psychopath who has killed many people! I heard he even escaped to Dongyang! You should be careful every time you go to the orphanage. If you see him, stay far away and call the police immediately! Ah, are you heading out? I suggest you stay inside for a few days—it’s too dangerous outside!”
At first, Liu Panpan didn’t think much of it.
But as she kept staring at the photo, her face gradually turned pale.
Those features…
Her eyes burned, dry and sore. Her head felt dizzy.
Was she hallucinating because she missed Yan Yan too much?
Why did she feel like the man in the photo looked so much like Yan Yan—just like she had imagined he would look when he grew up?
It was inexplicable.
It was just a photo, and the person in it was clearly a young man.
Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling—this was her Yan Yan.
She rubbed her eyes, wiped them over and over until tears streamed down her face, but the image remained the same.
Mouth slightly open, she turned to the others, feeling as if she was trapped in a never-ending nightmare.
Old Mei called out to her from the door, “Xiao Pan!”
Liu Panpan turned to him, tears covering her face, and trembled as she spoke:
“Sir… I think I’m sick.”
She must be sick in the head.
How else could she see a serial killer looking exactly like her Yan Yan?
Zheng Xing rushed forward and grabbed Liu Panpan’s hand tightly. “Aunt Pan!”
At that moment, Su Tao and Shi Zijin also arrived in a hurry.
As soon as they stepped in, they saw Grandma Cen holding up the enlarged photo and Liu Panpan breaking down completely. The air felt thick with tension.
Su Tao cautiously called out, “Sister Pan…”
But Liu Panpan suddenly snatched the communicator from Grandma Cen’s hands, her fingers trembling as she pulled out Yan Yan’s photo and showed it to everyone, repeating over and over:
“Look… look… they don’t look alike, right? I must be sick…”
Su Tao and the others remained silent.
When it was Grandma Cen and the other two tenants’ turn to look, they gasped in shock.
Liu Panpan stared at them desperately. “You don’t think they look alike, right?”
Grandma Cen sensed something was wrong and covered her mouth, shaking her head.
But the other two tenants weren’t as quick-witted. They exchanged nervous glances before blurting out the truth:
“They look alike!”
At that moment, Liu Panpan felt the world spinning around her.
Alike?
Her Yan Yan was a murderer?
No, no, that couldn’t be right. Her head was a mess.
Her Yan Yan was only four years old.
Su Tao quickly stepped forward to catch her before she collapsed.
Like grabbing onto her last hope, Liu Panpan clung to Su Tao and pleaded:
“Is it true? Boss Su—I trust you the most. Tell me… am I sick, or… what is happening? I… I—”
Her throat made a sound like rusted gears grinding to a halt, and her eyes widened.
Su Tao was both startled and frightened by her reaction. “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.”
Shi Zijin stepped forward, pulling both of them into Old Mei’s house and shutting the door behind them.
Grandma Cen clutched her chest, still shaken. “Xiao Pan was terrifying just now… My old heart can’t take it…”
The two tenants beside her also looked uneasy and quickly left.
Su Tao managed to calm Liu Panpan down a little and glanced at Shi Zijin.
Shi Zijin gave her a nod.
Taking a deep breath, Su Tao said, “That is Yan Yan.”
