"Your another her?"
Finley was stunned at her words and didn't quite understand the implication.
But Finley didn't think much either.
He was worried that the little girl alone here might be in danger, so he reached out to pull the girl and said gently, “Kid, don't run around here. It will put you in peril. Where are your parents?'"
However, as soon as Finley touched the girl's hand, he felt a sudden kind of unknown chill.
Hearing Finley's words, the girl looked at the car in the distance.
Bang...
With concerted efforts, the carriage was pushed out a certain distance, and the back seat of the car was exposed.
A girl about five or six years old was lying on the back seat, completely covered in blood.
"This..."
Finley was almost held in place, flabbergasted.
‘Isn't this the girl be
