In the middle of the night, the phone vibrating woke me up.
A strange number sent me a strange message.
“It’s cold, cover it up. I’m sorry.
I thought it was a prank, or when it was wrong, a picture came back.
The photograph was of a sleeping woman who was wearing a white garter and half of her blanket fell on the ground.
Look at that picture. I’m creepy. I’m the woman in the picture!
But at my place, I’m alone.
01
From the perspective of this picture, the other side was standing in front of the bed.
The nightgown I’m wearing, which is exactly what I’m wearing at this moment, with the ipad on the nightstand, and the clothes that I was wearing yesterday on the top of the nightgown, all of which indicates that this photo is being taken tonight.
The cold sweat came out of the back of the spine and someone came into my bedroom while I was asleep.
I looked around, I didn’t see anyone, and I got off the bed barefoot and quickly locked the bedroom door.
My heart is pounding behind the door.
It’s impossible to take a look outside, I dare not.
Whisper and turn on the phone. I want to call the police.
Suddenly, another text came out, “Don’t you want to see what surprise I got for you in the closet? I’m sorry.
The closet?
Why didn’t I think of that? He probably never left the bedroom.
I looked in the closet. The door was hidden, leaving only a black seam of darkness.
“Who are you?”
I shook hands and sent a message to that strange number.
Just as the message was sent, there was little light coming through the closet.
I got scared and turned around and broke the lock and ran out and headed straight for the gate as quickly as possible.
A man sneaking into my house in the middle of the night, taking pictures and sending them to me, hiding in the shadows, watching me panic.
It’s not that simple.
I put my hand on the doorknob, and it opened as soon as I twisted it.
But the next second, my hand seemed to be burned back, and the sound outside the door gave me the creeps.
It’s the sound of the key plugging in the lockhole. I saw the lock core turn and someone came in.
“Pop. I’m sorry.
I quickly locked the door.
Two days ago, when I moved here, my boyfriend didn’t even know my address, and nobody had my keys.
The sound of the key wringing has been rushing, and it appears that outsiders have found the door unopened.
Bang!
At that point, there was a whisper in the bedroom.
Did the man in the closet come out?
Too soon to think, I ran into the little bedroom and locked the door.
I feel like a prey, forced into a dead end.
The opening of the key is growing, and finally it’s turning into a banging door, and it’s getting louder and faster, and it’s like it’s on my heart.
In despair, I dialed several times before calling the police call and whispering.
I was instructed by the police not to have a positive conflict with them and they arrived as soon as possible.
Hang up the phone and knock it off.
I listened carefully for a while, without a sound, in the dark, as if only my breath and my heart beat.
Did they hear me calling the police and scared off?
I’m relieved.
When I thought I was safe, my phone vibrated and there was two words on the screen: “Return.”
Nobody.
My back’s wet in no time.
This is the 7th floor. People have to walk through the door. He’s scaring me.
I was just thinking, “What’s up there?”
Look at me, a pale face, with a glass on it.
02
If it wasn’t for personal experience, I wouldn’t believe people would pass out.
I was woken up by the police.
After visiting the scene, calling for surveillance and visiting neighbours, they gave me an unacceptable finding.
They suspect I’m lying.
“How could I lie about that?” I’m sorry.
I am a little emotional, and my voice is still shaking, and I am dissatisfied with the results of the investigation for the rest of my life.
But whatever I say, they’re gone.
There’s no way. The case needs proof, and I can’t prove anything about what I just went through.
No one has ever come to my house, there’s nothing in the closet but my clothes, pictures, text messages, with that strange number, disappeared on my phone, there’s no white face in the window, no knocks in the neighbourhood at night, no suspicious people have been found by surveillance…
It all seems to prove that everything I went through last night was fake.
Is it a dream?
In the back, even myself became uncertain because I found myself sleeping in the bed of the main bedroom when the police knocked on the door.
But if it was a dream, why would I call the police?
I told Qin Fei about this.
Qin Fei is my boyfriend. He’s busy at work. He’s been on business for 10 days.
Qin Fei listened to the story and found it incredible.
After a moment of reflection, he said, “No, I doubt that no one has ever entered your room, find out if someone has hidden surveillance in your bedroom. I’m sorry.
I think Qin Fei has a point, and I’ve heard that there are different tenants who leave a needle-hole camera in the house to watch the next tenant’s life for reasons of stimulation or something.
Hang up the phone. I ran a carpet search in the bedroom.
But I searched all over the place and I couldn’t find the camera.
At the end of the day, it seemed like I could not find a more rational explanation for calling the alarm in a sleepwalk other than a dream.
Then Qin Fei called again, and said: “I am not worried that you should stay there. I will be with you for two days. I’m sorry.
Qin Fei’s “our house” is his wedding room for us to get married. He just finished his work.
Even though the house has been renovated for six months, I am the one with a more traditional mind and a relationship based on the principle of non-cohabitation and non-possession.
“or you go to the hotel, the hotel is relatively safe. Qin Fei heard my hesitation.
The hotel wasn’t a long-term solution, but I promised him because he was afraid.
After I hung up the phone, I called the landlord and obtained permission from the landlord and changed the lock.
Then I went around the block, went to the property, went to the surveillance, and then I went to the mall and bought three recharging treasures, went home and charged.
After this, the sky has passed, and the fatigue after the stress has swept over, and I fell asleep with my clothes.
Wake up, it’s almost dark.
After dinner, I locked the door and made preparations.
The house fell into darkness, leaving only a small lamp attached to the recharging beverage in the bedroom with dark light.
The monitoring equipment needs to be connected to the power, and if there’s actually a surveillance in the bedroom that cuts the power, the other side will not know what I’m doing.
I’ve changed the lock. No keys to get in.
It’s a steelwood door, it’s strong, and it’s not easy to break in.
I also checked the windows, the height of the seventh floor, and there were no climbing points around, and it was impossible for people to enter through the windows.
I also exchanged phone numbers with district security, property and even if anyone wanted to come in tonight, I thought I had time to ask for help.
I’m prepared to deal with an emergency, not that I want to go through the horrors of last night again, but I really don’t want to move. I’ve just paid $6,000 for this house. I don’t have enough money to find a house.
The night was extremely long, as if the time was still.
I’m trying to convince myself, it’s okay, brushing, it’s light soon.
But I can’t, I sit on the bed, I stare at my cell phone, but I’m not in my heart, I’m so tight, my hands sticky and sweaty.
A few hours later, I suddenly realized that I looked like I was waiting for the man to appear.
I was surprised by what suddenly came out of my head.
And right here, the cell phone buzzes!
I was so sweaty, I almost lost my phone.
It’s that number again.
He sent me another photo, looking at it, and I was as dead as ashes.
I sat on the bedside and looked down at my cell phone, and the shadow of the screen covered my face with my hair, so that a few of the ghosts and ghosts were added to the picture.
That’s impossible.
To take such a photograph, unless the person who took it stands right in front of me, I’ve been sitting in front of my bed without seeing anyone.
How did you get this picture?
Where I didn’t check, there were cameras, no power in my house?
It’s not my power.
I look up and look to the ceiling.
If it’s upstairs, there’s something that makes sense, such as the white face outside the window, probably a fake hanging from a rope upstairs, such as surveillance of a suspicious person who didn’t film entry into or exit from the unit building because he was already living in this building…
My head is spinning so fast that I feel close to the truth.
But then, suddenly, the house fell into darkness.
The lights are out.
No power?
It’s impossible, this little lamp has very little power, and I bought a very big charge, which I saw an hour ago, and it’s full.
Could be broken.
When I was about to turn on my phone flashlight and check it, the phone vibrated, and a message jumped into the curtain, “The dark seems more interesting. I’m sorry.
Fear strangling my throat like a viper, I stood up, three steps and two steps towards the door, pulled the door and ran away, fearing a slow step, and suddenly a big hand would stretch out of the bed, grab my ankle and pull me in.
I didn’t dare look back, but I knew there was someone hidden under my bedroom bed.
I’m almost certain that I’ve been living in a room with a pervert.
I thought I was smart enough to be prepared, but I didn’t think he might have sneaked in early this morning when I went out to look for a lock changer.
In this way, when I went to bed this afternoon, I had only one bedbed separate from him, and when I was preparing everything in silence, I looked in the dark with one eye, and when I sat on the bed, I could reach my leg with one little hand.
I’m scared to death to think of this.
“Whoa!”
It’s the sound of a key crash, coming through the door, coming into my ear.
Again.
The same time, the same moment I ran to the door, there was a man trying to come in outside.
I stopped walking, and I walked into the bathroom.
But then I regretted it. The bathroom door was a furry glass, and for that person, it was a matter of foot.
What do we do?
Yeah, help.
I turned on the phone and called security.
The bell rings.
Come on, come on, come on. I’m begging.
“Hello…”
There’s finally a voice on the other side.
But I can’t tell you what I’m saying.
“Miss Sue? Is there something wrong with you? I’m sorry.
The phone over there.
“I am ah…”
The glass door in the bathroom broke, and a man with a black hood stood at the door holding a sharp knife.
Who are you? What are you doing?
My voice is as shaking as my body, and my feet are consciously retreating, and as far away from him as possible.
Soon, my back was on the cold wall.
I watched him come to me step by step, and I watched his hand holding the knife tight.
“No, don’t kill me…”
And when We asked for forgiveness, We shrunk into the corner, and then, in the shadow of a thunderbolt, seized the mop from the corner, and turned all over his face.
It may have been a time of shock, and perhaps he did not expect me to resist, and he fell on the ground by a twilight of my own, and I took the opportunity to rush out.
But I just stepped out of the bathroom, and suddenly my neck was tight, and an ice-cold hand grabbed my ankle, and I pulled back, and I fell on the floor, and my cell phone came out.
“Ah, help me…”
At the moment, the sound outside the door was still there, but after the lock had been closed, he came up with a loud and urgent sound, and seemed eager to come in.
He wanted to come in for something that might not be simple, but now he’s the only straw I can grab, and I’m desperate, and I’m beginning to cry out for help, hoping that he will have a little conscience to help me.
I didn’t think I’d scream, people out there seemed scared, knocked on the door and stopped, as if it had never sounded.
“Miss Sue, what happened? I’m sorry.
It was quiet, too, and I realized that the phone was not hanging and that the security voice came in my ear in a hurry.
Help! Help me!
In fear, I’m hysterical crying.
“Okay, don’t hang up. We’re already…”
I can’t hear anything.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the ground with two guards.
Miss Sue, are you awake? I’m sorry.
A security guard asked me while he was with his colleague.
I stood up and tried to move, and I felt good, because I had a headache, and my hands were cut by broken glass on the ground.
“Where is he? Did you see him? After looking around, I asked security.
“No one’s calling you, we’re going this way, nobody’s on the road, and you’re alone in the house. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, we knocked on the door, and you kept it open, and we had to call the lock-opener because we were afraid you had an accident, and you didn’t turn on the lights, or I closed the switch.” Another security guard explained:
The shift room is very close to the building and can see the entrance to the building at the door of the desk. If the security guards say so, how come nobody sees it? Shouldn’t they have seen two people, one who infiltrated my house, the other who unlocked the door?
Thinking of this place, I asked the guard, “Can you come upstairs with me? I’m sorry.
“Of course. The security guard promised to ask again, “What happened?” I’m sorry.
“Someone came into my house, and I suspected the one who lived in this building…”
Explain a few things, just go upstairs.
Doorbell, don’t ring.
I started knocking.
♪ Bang bang bang ♪
“Miss Sue, you…”
The security guard called me. I had weird eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Are you sure this is the family?” I’m sorry.
“I’m not sure, but the door is open, and I’ll know. I’m sorry.
The man, with a hood and only two eyes, I believe I can recognize one or two by his body.
♪ Bang bang ♪
I kept knocking, and my hand was a few points.
“Oh, don’t knock. “No one will open the door. I’m sorry.
“Why? “I look like I know something about this family.
One of the two guards looked at each other and said, “We didn’t want to tell you about this, lest you were afraid, and now it looks like we can’t hide it. This house is not for anyone.” I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? The security guard’s words make me feel bad.
“Our neighborhood is perfect, especially this building, which many owners believe in, so one third of the house buys and puts urn boxes, which is where no one comes except for the day of dawn and sacrifice. I’m sorry.
The urn box! I’ve got an urn in my house upstairs! I was surprised.
“The ones with curtains or windows closed in the middle of the day, with virtually no occupants and very few owners living here, mostly tenants…”
“Is it haunted here? “I interrupted the security guard and asked.
Even though I don’t believe in ghosts, I ask one more question when I think of the pale face that was put on the window.
“It’s never been heard of. I’m sorry.
“You–how do you ask that? The security guard looked at me like he was thinking something, and he said, “Let’s not stand here, let’s go.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head while they came down the stairs and opened the phone.
That strange number, along with the photos and messages he sent me, is gone again!
And I opened the picture silently, and no one knew that tonight, when I received that picture, I quietly blocked the screen.
My cell phone stopped the sound, and the man was under the bed.
It’s a surprise, there’s no screenshot, the phone’s clean, like those never showed up!
I didn’t want to think about it, but right now, with the furry behind it, I’ve got a goose bump.
“Miss Sue, there’s nothing we can do. I’m sorry.
“I’m with you. I’m sorry.
I don’t have the courage to be alone in this house anymore.
I went to the guard room, sat there till dawn, and Qin Fei called again and asked me if I had a good night’s rest.
When he learned that I had not been to the hotel, and had experienced another death last night, he almost hollered, and said, “Sou Xiao, you have to move to my house today, and we are in a very good neighborhood, so that I can rest assured. I’m sorry.
But…
“It’s no big deal. I know you’ve been in love with yourself, and you don’t want to live together before you get married, and I promise you, we’ll get a certificate right away, and then we’ll be married. I’m sorry.
08
Qin Fei is right. Life is obviously more important than my concerns.
I moved to the Qin Fei family.
Qin Fei’s house was bought in the city’s highest-class neighborhood, where security was very good, and it should be safe.
I took a hot bath and lay on my bed, sleeping very quickly in the strange smell of the new house.
With the first two nights of experience, I was prepared to turn my cell phone into silence before I went to bed and ignore any information.
But I slept too early, and in the middle of the night I woke up again, and I saw the phone on the pillow, and the screen was on.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve been awake, and I’ve come back, and there’s an unread number on the screen.
I’m very reluctant to open the information, but it’s a terrible thing to do. I’m still taking my phone up and opening it. I’m sorry.
My nerves are strained and people are shrunk.
“It’s starting to look. I’m sorry.
Another message came out.
Look at that information, I’m covered in blood, and he still won’t let me go?
I’m hiding under the covers and I’m shaking. He won’t really find me.
“Dip. I’m sorry.
Invisible, I heard a noise, like an electronic lock.
Is he in?
And I hold my breath, and I do not move, but I hear only those whose hearts are strangling, and they are beating.
Soon I was sure that someone really came in and I heard footsteps and open doors.
It’s a big, 200-square floor. He’s looking for me in one room.
Fear drowns me. Why, why does he hold me back? What does he want?
No, I can’t wait to die.
I called the alarm again.
On the phone, I heard footsteps parked in front of my bedroom.
“The police station? I’m calling the police. I came in a man. * I’m hiding in the blanket, trying to keep my voice down. *
“I’m in the bedroom now. He’s coming in! * I heard the doorknob turn so I locked it before I went to sleep. *
♪ Bang bang ♪
There’s a knock outside the door.
“Come quickly, the address is…”
“You didn’t sleep, did you? I heard you. I’m sorry.
People outside the door heard my alarm, but he didn’t care at all, laughing, “I’m coming in. I’m sorry.
Then the key turns.
I don’t remember. All the doors in this house, they had keys.
Wait a minute — just the sound, why so familiar.
“Slight. I’m sorry.
He’s gone to my bed, the sound is in my ear, the sound of Qin Fei! He pulled my covers, his face was close to me, “I found you. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t believe I was staring at him, “You.” What? I’m sorry.
He smiled at me and said, “Here you are, why are you in the little bedroom? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t answer him. His smile, right now in my eyes, was like a demon.
“What happened to you? Why are you so pale? Did I scare you? I’m sorry.
He reached out to touch my face.
I pushed him out of the bed with my bare feet!
♪ Bang bang ♪
As was the case the previous two days, there was a loud and heavy knock on the door.
I can’t afford to be afraid. At this moment, I have only one thought in my head, and even outside the door, even a flood beast, is better than this demonic man before me.
Hardly, I opened the door.
The scene outside the door made me fragrance.
I see a man who’s swinging a knife in his hand and stabbing a woman’s body!
Women are strangling on the ground, weeping in pain, blood coming out of her body, red clothes and wetland.
Women started dying, but soon there was no sound.
She died, and I watched her die in front of me.
At this point, the man suddenly raised his head and smiled at me: “You saw that? I’m sorry.
I was surprised that it was a familiar face.
“Miss Sue, you’re awake. I’m sorry.
By my bed, there was a doctor in a white coat.
I remember what I was doing, noding my head, and my heart was beating so hard that I was sweating.
“How does it feel?” The doctor asked me.
I nodded, “I remember. I’m calling the police. I’m sorry.
10
My name is Sushin.
A year ago, I shared a flat with my friend Song Ning.
When Song Ning came home, she lived with her boyfriend and shared the rent only to cope with occasional visits to her parents.
So, most of the time, I live alone.
For safety’s sake, I lock the door every night before I go to sleep.
That night, thunderstorms.
I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom, and suddenly I heard a rushing footsteps outside the door, followed by a banging of the keys and a lock of the twig.
My first reaction was that someone tried to sneak into my house on the night of thunderstorms in an attempt to cheat.
The idea came out and there was a bang outside the door.
It’s Song Ning. She can’t open the lock, she can’t shoot the door in a hurry and she’s hysterical shouting, “Sushin, Susane, open the door, someone wants to kill me…”
It was better if she didn’t shout, so I had my hands on the doorknob shrunk back and lost the courage to open the door.
As soon as I was in the air, I listened to the sound of a tumultuous fight outside the door, tearing my heart apart from Song Ning.
I fell down on the eyes of a cat, and saw a man lay Song Ning on the ground, with a knife in her hand, and a lot of blood came out of her body.
Strong fear has kept me from doing anything, so I watched Song Ning stop struggling.
I’m scared, I’m cold, I’m blank.
When I came back and tried to call the police, it was too late to listen to the sound of a thumping.
He drew a blood-stained knife and approached me step by step, looking at me shaking on the door, and said, “You see? I’m sorry.
He tried to kill me!
The desire to survive made me quickly to open the door and get out.
He followed me with a knife.
I ran into a van and got out.
That car saved my life.
I was hit in the head, spent a month in a hospital, lost a memory, and I remember what happened that night, except for the look of the killer.
It is called selective memory loss, according to the doctor, and when confronted with a powerful stimulus that is unacceptable to her, or when the brain is hit, people who do not want to remember are selectively forgotten, psychologically speaking, as a defence against self-protection.
The killer seemed to know that I lost my memory and never came to my troubles, but after I got out of the hospital I had another storm.
Song Ning’s parents hated me because I locked the door, so Song Ning couldn’t get a key in the house.
Because I was weak and afraid to open the door, she was stabbed a dozen times by the killer.
As I did not call the alarm and emergency calls in time, Song Ning may have missed the last chance.
And because I am the only witness, I am losing my memory and letting the murderer go unpunished.
The men who could not find the murderers, who released all their resentment to me, exposed my address and phone number and listed me on the Internet after charges.
The netizens started scolding me, saying that I was afraid of life and death, that I was cold, that I indirectly killed my best friend, and that I suspected that I had collected the money from the killer and pretended to lose my memory.
They were burning paper outside my rented house, placing wreaths, ringing my phone 24 hours a day, threatening, threatening, scolding and even knocking on my door and window in the middle of the night.
I moved several times, changed my phone numbers, didn’t work, and they could find me through a variety of channels.
I have collapsed into fear, anxiety, self-responsible, and so on, causing me psychological problems.
It was also the saddest time I met Qin Fei.
Qin Fei was the only stranger who sent me a message without scolding me and criticizing me.
He said he understood that no girl who knew there was a killer outside the door had the courage to open the door.
He told me to ignore what others said and give it all to time, and it will always pass.
The emergence of such a reasonable man is a light in my dark life.
I’ll talk to him when I’m depressed and I’m helpless and trying to end my life.
He always comforted me, encouraged me, said don’t be afraid, and he’ll be with me.
And gradually I found myself relying on him, and he said he liked me.
That’s it. We met, we went, we became friends.
And as Qin Fei has said, with time, the voice of scolding me has diminished.
My feelings with Qin Fei are getting better, and he gave me his heart, and I was kind to him, so we started to get married for a year.
Everything seems to be moving in the right direction, but Qin Fei and I know that my psychological problems are getting worse.
I don’t know, even at night, when I’m all there, at the worst, when I’m in a dream, I’m not real.
Eleven.
Officer Chen and I were old friends, and we were in contact many times back when Song Ning died.
After I called the police the next time, he advised me to see a psychiatrist and introduced me to his classmate who had returned from abroad to specialize in psychology.
After listening to my experience, the doctor said that all of this had its origins in my deep guilt about Song Ning, and that I had been blaming myself for Song Ning’s death, and that I had forgotten and tried to remember the killer, with all the voices, pressures and slowness of the outside world, and I took myself into it, thinking that I was the victim, and that when the night came, I felt that someone was trying to harm myself.
This situation can be cured only if the perpetrators are remembered and brought to justice.
I thought he had a good point, so I took the deep hypnosis treatment he offered.
Finally, I saw the killer.
What I didn’t realize was that the killer was my fiancé, Qin Fei!
12
The moment Qin Fei was caught, it was incredible.
“Assane, am I not good enough for you? I’m sorry.
“You’re good to me. I cried and said, “There are things that you can erase if you’re not nice to me. I’m sorry.
“Don’t believe her. She’s crazy. She’s insane. You know that. Qin Fei began to argue.
“We have long suspected you, but there is insufficient evidence. As a witness and victim, you should come with us now that you have given testimony. Officer Chan said he took Qin’s car.
“He’s insane. How can you use a psycho…”
Qin Fei’s voice disappeared with the door closing.
The police car disappeared, and no one noticed that I was behind the car with an undetectable smile.
13
I think Qin Fei must have regretted seeing him kill and left me behind.
But staying around is not a surveillance.
Is it true that he travels so often?
He thought I didn’t know that he installed surveillance software on my phone, that he sent me seemingly false messages in the middle of the night with a strange number, that he put phantom drugs in my food…
He knew that I was so vulnerable, he tried me once and again, came home late at night, played with me in a game of hiding from cats and cats, scared me to hide from the alarms of twitching in the nest.
Why did Qin Fei bother me so much? If he kills me, he’ll be fine.
I said he loved me.
But the fact is that Qin Fei fell in love with me.
Love me and watch out for me, so he wanted to turn me into a lunatic.
Because a madman’s word is unconvincing, because it’s normal for a madman to die or become disabled by accident one day. But if it were not for those, I could be with him, a little woman who relied on him, trusted him, worshipped him, centred on him, and controlled by him.
His love was so selfish, paranoid, extreme, full of control and possession. Otherwise, how could he have killed his girlfriend a year ago because she was confused with other men?
Yes, Song Ning is Qin Fei’s girlfriend.
Why do I know Qin Fei’s motive for murder?
Because the man I didn’t know about Song Ning paid for.
The man sent me a few pictures every time he went out with Songning.
I just hand-delivered the photo to Qin Fei, said something to stimulate him, and he couldn’t bear it, started arguing with Song Ning, and then joined in the fists, and finally put her under house arrest, confiscated her cell phone and restricted her freedom.
Song Ning finally realized that Qin was flying in extreme horrors and sneaked out on the night of thunder.
This run provoked the Qin Flying, and there was a murder with a knife.
Technically, I handed Qin a knife and indirectly killed Song Ning. I was the murderer. I didn’t know, I was just trying to cure him in his way.
14
In this city, few people know that I have a half-sister.
My sister married my father with my mother. She was five years old.
I was born when she was eight.
When she was 15, my mom couldn’t stand my dad’s beating and chose to kill herself.
My dad’s a drunk, he’s lazy, he’s drunk, he hits.
After my mother died, he started beating me and my sister and calling her a loser, spending all his money and dying, leaving him two towing bottles.
He did it so hard that he could draw a purple blood stain on his body with a swig of his thumb, which I still remember.
Every time he beats me, my sister takes me behind her, cries out for him to stop, and she works hard and listens.
My sister is really capable. She wakes up early like her mother every day to fetch water, to feed pigs, to cook, to wash clothes and to work.
I followed my sister every day and watched her do all that and felt like Mom was alive.
But even if she did as much as she did, she and I were often beaten up by my father.
When did that start to change?
I was about 16 years old, and one night I woke up with a little cry.
It’s sister crying.
I heard my father say that your parents owe me this, that your father died of illness, that he owed his ass, that I paid for your mother, that if you could give me a son, it would be offset.
And then, it’s just some uncharacterized sound.
I’d like to look back, and my sister lifted up a blanket over my head and said, “Leave to yourself, sleep.” I’m sorry.
Dad hasn’t hit me much since then, but she’s the sister, and she’s got eyes all the time.
When I was eight years old, I realized something was wrong.
I asked sister why you didn’t leave.
She touched my head and said, “What will you do if I leave?” I’m sorry.
My sister finally left the house when she was 18 and my dad died.
Before he died, he threw up and down and rolled.
People say he’s drunk to death.
By the time he died, the sister’s stomach had a tiny tummy.
She sold the village house, went to the hospital and took me to town.
We rented a special cabin, and she said to me, “Assane, you go to school and I’ll make money for you.”
After carrying the cement, entering the factory, putting up the stalls and accumulating some savings, she sold her own breakfast.
She was not afraid of suffering, she was not tired, she was clean, she made good food, and soon, she set foot in the city, and then she opened her first breakfast shop.
That was the happiest time of our sister’s life, and every night her sister and I were squeezing in a rental bed to plan for the future, and she said that when she made more money, she would buy a house and we would have a home.
Later, she sent me to a private school because she was busy.
And then she had a boyfriend.
The man, who was also a rural person, grew up with his grandmother and died when he was 15 years old. He dropped out of school and became a car mechanic.
Soon they’ll be together.
He was very nice to his sister, who also gave him his heart.
Eight years ago, they fought for early corruption, and the breakfast shop slowly expanded into a restaurant and later opened several more branches.
The man became the boss, the sister became the boss, and the day was finally over, and some problems were revealed.
The man who had so much pain for her sister changed.
“I spoke to a male customer today and he called me a disgrace. I’m sorry.
“He told me not to go to the store anymore, to be honest. I’m sorry.
“It’s possible the opening of the branch has put him under a lot of pressure and he’s always angry with me. I’m sorry.
“He beat me. He thinks I’m dirty. He lost his body when he was 21 years old.
By the time I went to college in the field, these were videos of me and my sister, and she was upset and forced to ask her.
I thought I’d wait till I got back for the summer, but before I waited for the summer, my sister jumped off the roof and killed herself.
When I was cleaning up my sister ‘ s belongings, I found an unforeseeable video on her cell phone.
The video was sent by a strange number to over a hundred shops.
It’s a synthetic video, and a few daily photos are needed to turn a woman into an dehumanizing sq female lead.
How could she know how that video came? She can’t say anything about that filthy picture! Besides, he didn’t trust her at all.
My sister and his last conversation said, “We’ve been together so long, don’t you know who I am? It wasn’t me. You believed I was pregnant. I’m sorry.
Qin Fei: Who knows where you are carrying wild animals? I’m sorry.
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Soon after my sister died, Qin Fei was accompanied by a college girl who studied “digital media”.
I understand that the woman, Song Ning, worked in her sister’s store.
I asked professionals, according to the stranger, to find her ip.
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After that, I went to work and I went to college to get my face fixed and went back to the city in a strange look, and became a good friend with Song Ning.
Her parents did not agree to her marrying Qin Fei, 10 years older than her, and she shared a house with me in order to cope with her parents, who often visited her.
Most feelings that are not blessed by their parents will not yield good results.
After the initial enthusiasm retreated, Song Ning found that, apart from some money, Qin had been far from his ideal target.
And then a young, handsome, funny, gold man appeared in Songning’s world.
And so, that’s what happened.
God knows how glad I was when I heard Song Ning’s cry for help that night, when she was tearing her heart apart, and when I saw Qin Fei’s knife stabbed her in the eyes, and when she was bleeding.
And why would I be afraid of a cyber explosion?
Nobody knows how powerful my mind is.
When I was 10 years old, my dad was drunk, and he asked me to buy him wine, buy him wine, and I dropped half, and I got half a bottle of pesticides in the bottle.
I saw his painful death before me with my own eyes, and I was not afraid at all because I knew that if he did not die, he would be my sister.
My sister’s life is so bad, she’s so skinny, she’s been holding me up all day, and I’m trying to study, I’m going to college, and I’ll take care of her, but when I’m good, she’s gone, and I’m not.
Yes, I’ve never had a psychological problem, and soon I’ll be presenting a normal psychiatric certificate, and with that, the crime of killing Qin Fei will be committed, and he will pay the price of his life.
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Speaking of which, there may still be a question as to why I pretended to lose my memory instead of referring directly to Qin Fei as the murderer.
That’s because I have another plan.
I’ve been studying for years and I’ve had little contact with Qin Fei, but I have some knowledge of him.
Growing up in an environment of low self-esteem, low self-esteem, tradition and masculinity, he likes to control women, she likes to depend on him, worships him, and obeys her, and it would be perfect if this woman was a CN with a clean face.
I showed up in the perfect image of what he liked and made him fall in love with me.
Besides all the things he’s afraid I’ll remember to do, he’s got half the shop in my name. He bought this big house in my name and, as I like it, it became my favorite.
I opened my suitcase, took out an urn of urn, and whispered, “I have avenged you, sister, and I have finally recovered what belongs to you.” “Call number: YXX1DpBokw5SO6QePjDcPdPz
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
