_Other Organiser
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
I first found a red door at the end of the hallway.
I joked about him saying his aesthetics were really getting worse, and Dad told me, in shock:
There is no door at the end of the corridor.
When I went to the bathroom last night, I saw a door brushed with red paint at the end of the corridor, which at first glance really scared me.
It’s not the kind of dark red that pushes the real red, but the colory and mean red, which is not even at all, like a children’s clumsy prank.
And then I remembered Dad said he was going to do it.
But… isn’t the remodeler coming tomorrow?
I woke up with my head and banged the door shut, and in the quiet air, I was the only one breathing a little shiver, and darkness amplified my fear, but the sudden arrival of my aunt in the middle of the night prompted me to go to the toilet.
I bit my teeth tight, listened to myself squeak and opened the door, and once again the acoustic light in the corridor was on, and I looked at the end again in tremors, and the red was definitely gone.
It’s all a delusion. I’ve adjusted my breath and sprinted 100 metres into the toilet.
After I had solved my physical problems, I opened the faucet to wash the stains on my clothes and looked up in the mirror, but it stinged my eyes with that red stain in the bathroom mirror.
The bathroom’s quiet, there’s only water flowing, and I’m holding on to it, and the bathroom door is red!
But how? I was normal when I came in.
I just wanted to get out of this weird place right now, but the door was shut.
I was scared to turn the doorknob, trying to open the door, and then I watched the doorknob disappear, the sort of thing that disappeared in front of me, and I clearly felt the loss of that material, all of which made me despair and collapsed.
I tried hard to shoot the door and tried to wake my father and brother, but it didn’t help.
I do not know when the current will stop, and I have forced myself to calm down in this desperate environment.
Despite the cold fighting on my legs, I was breathing hard to find what to open the door.
I was looking, and I suddenly found my face in the mirror reverse.
There was a mole on the tail of my left face, but it was right in the mirror.
And suddenly the silence outside the door was broken.
Dad pulled his slippers and stopped walking in front of the door, asking, “Who is in the bathroom?”
I shouted with my heart and strength, and my voice was a little bit broken: “Dad, it’s me! Open it for me.
But then my father’s words made me fall into the abyss, and I felt cold in my back: “What’s wrong?
I listened clearly to my father’s footsteps, but I couldn’t help being locked behind the door, and I was paralyzed and unable to slide on the ground, and now I am not even able to cry.
Gradually, my heart is swung and my eyes are black.
Nam! Wake up and have breakfast!” Dad used to sound familiar.
I opened my eyes, but I found myself in that sweet little house, where the sun shined in, and everything was just a dream.
I wanted to cry and laugh. It was just a dream.
I couldn’t help but ask my father, “Dad, what are you going to do?” I’m sorry.
But my father’s eyes turned off, and his voice was as if he were squeezing, and he replied, “O door.” I’m sorry.
I felt a chill as if I had ice.
I put up with the sound of tremors and pretended that I had nothing to do with my face, and I asked, “Oh, what color is the door brush?” I’m sorry.
“Red. I’m sorry.
“You love red. I’m sorry.
Dad didn’t know when he came to me, his neck bended, and his face reached me with an extreme angle.
I watched the big face close to a foot, and I threw a glass full of milk into the face, and I pulled the chair quickly to escape.
But I heard angry and sharp voices coming from behind: “Take this scavenger!” I’m sorry.
I don’t care, but what I didn’t realize was that the three masters who had just entered and left were standing behind me right now.
I’ll turn around and run.
Their eyes are so white, their mouths are like a smile carved out of size, I can hear their bones moving around their necks.
I can even smell their cold smell.
The great fear broke out of my head, but I found something more creepy.
I don’t have a heartbeat.
It’s as if the heart beat was gone at the moment.
I can’t believe the paranoia gave me the best chance to escape.
The father behind him stood up and grabbed my hair and dragged it to the table.
He’s definitely not my father.
My father and brother loved me so much, they wouldn’t call me a “smuggler” and they wouldn’t abuse me.
Boom!
Nam! What’s wrong? Baby, wake up!
There’s no pain in the head. It’s just the sound of an explosion.
I looked at my father with concerns, scared and scared, and I pushed him away.
I was breathing and shaking.
Too real.
Everything just happened.
I’m not sure I’m out of the door.
“What happened to the baby? “The way Dad’s concerned is not fake.
And the brother next to him said, “I told you to eat breakfast, I won’t listen.” Now, low blood sugar? I’m sorry.
I look at my family, but I don’t dare to be vigilant, but I hold the corner tight, and the color of God is poignant: “No, next time, I’ve had a nightmare, and you’ve been scolding me. I’m sorry.
My brother is different, and he’s just passing.
Dad touched my head with a heart attack: “Good, good, good, good.” I’m sorry.
I felt the temperature coming from above my head and relaxed my hand.
The doorbell rings, and Dad slaps his head: “Forget it. The decorator is here. I’ll open the door. I’m sorry.
After Dad left, my brother grabbed my hand in a panic and laughed worse than crying: “Did you dream of a red door?” I’m sorry.
I looked to him with no confidence, but I found my brother’s face becoming sad and afraid. He listened to the footsteps of the stairs, trembled, and said, “It’s too late!” Don’t trust Dad! Run! I’m sorry.
The messy footsteps on the stairs stopped.
The temperature in the room seems to have been drastically reduced.
Dad stood at the door silently, with red paint on his pants, and with a soft smile, he carried a little bit of weirdness. I’m sorry.
That red is what inspires my senses.
My brother took the lead in restoring calm: “Nan is angry, she just said she’s angry with me.” I’m sorry.
Dad’s eyes slipped between me and my brother, and he laughed, “Take it easy. I’m sorry.
“Right. I’m sorry.
It took me a while to stop and leave with the decorator.
The air returned to quiet, and I calmed down and looked towards my brother, just moving on the lips and saying nothing.
But his brother seemed to understand what I meant, and he laughed: “I went into that door.” I’m sorry.
“I saw Dad in that door. I’m sorry.
“Daddy killed himself. I’m sorry.
“You were young, and I played, and one day I came home from school and found out that Dad and you weren’t home. “I’ve got a little tremor on my fingertips.
“I found a door in the house, small and curious, and went in behind the bookstore, and saw Dad holding you and another man who looked just like him was smashing him with a plaque. I’m sorry.
“The man was a terrible man, like a little ant, dragged straight back with a collar, and I tried to help, and Dad saw me and asked me to protect you. I’m sorry.
“I wanted to say something to stop him, and Dad couldn’t move, and I couldn’t make a sound, and I had to bite my hand. I’m sorry.
“I watched the man hum his voice with satisfaction, and I grabbed you, packed the scene, and left one by one. I’m sorry.
“When he left, I felt like he looked back at the place where I was hiding for a long time, so he left the back door, and I snuck out to pretend to fight with my little friend and bit his hand. I’m sorry.
“When I realized he wasn’t our father, I was always afraid he would hurt you. I’m sorry.
My brother’s eyes are full of sorrow.
“But it seems like he really cared about you, never hurt you, and there’s a little bit of tension in my brother’s face, “but this door comes back, I’m afraid…”
“You’ll be in trouble. I’m sorry.
I look at the pink scars on my brother’s hands and I’m lost in my heart.
Why don’t I remember that scar on my brother’s hand?
Why this door again?
Is Dad a monster too?
I haven’t eaten in a day, and I don’t know if I should trust my brother.
The decorator is gone, and it’s exactly 4:00 p.m., and Dad’s taking the morning off because of the renovation, and he’s catching up with my low blood sugar and leaving early this afternoon.
The house was so quiet, only the pointers were ticking.
I suddenly remembered that I had nothing to read, but I wasn’t stupid enough to call my brother, but I didn’t know when the big house was just me.
I looked at my brother’s empty room, panicking and helpless again.
Turning back, there was only that red door at the end of the corridor again.
I’m trapped again.
And it’s a red door, and it’s like the end of the corridor is in the dark.
I don’t hesitate to turn around. I’m crazy to open this door.
Turning back, he suddenly appeared on the other side of the corridor.
I was scared to step back.
He turned his back on me, his head down, like a kid who’s been thinking about it.
I said, “What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
There was no response.
Fear spreads.
I looked back at the red-eyed door, but felt it leaning forward.
I turn my head again, and my brother seems to be closer to me.
I’m already a little too scared, “Big brother, don’t scare me…”
The body moved slowly.
Turning around is Daddy’s face.
Dad’s face looks like it’s sewn up, and the thin needles and bloodstained together.
His eyes were turned upside down like beasts.
I realize that the entire corridor is being distorted.
We’re getting closer and closer.
I don’t know if this monster’s father or brother.
Not to think about where they went.
It was dark in the corridor, so sound-controlled lamps had been installed.
The silence for a long time has made the sound-controlled lamp “bok” dark.
I think I heard the worms crawling, mumbling.
It’s as if the darkness has engulfed me.
I can hear the monster’s dreary footsteps ringing in the hallway.
“Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock-Bock,
I’m forcing myself to calm down, trying to find a way down, maybe in the yard.
But the stairs are like they never existed.
The entire corridor seems to have been cut flat and the section of the stairs blocked with cement.
I’m a little shaky too.
No wonder I never remembered.
I was a little nervous about holding the handle of the red door, and the monster in front of me was only two metres away.
This is my last hope.
I did not hesitate to turn around and open the door when the “man” came at me.
The stairs?
But I didn’t have time to hesitate and quickly tried to slam the door.
It’s not a crumb, it’s a door that’s hitting on some body.
It’s stuck in a blue gray hand.
The eyes in the door sew are staring at me.
The grey and white eyes are blind.
I’m going up hard and I’m not going to let go.
Even listens to bones squeaking.
I took a deep breath of fear and hit the door at once, and my arm got numb.
Finally, the door closed again.
I listened to the sound of the banging, and I endured fear and was paralyzed on the stairs.
I don’t know where the stairs lead.
But I have to get up.
Because of excessive stress, my body is still shaking.
The stairwell flows straight to the darkness, and I look at the abyss.
The sound of the impact outside is increasing, and the red door is constantly shaking.
I took a deep breath, dragged my legs to the dark.
I don’t know.
I didn’t think it was really a stairwell. I came straight to our unit door.
No wonder my legs are numb.
There was a different silence in the building, there was no normal day-to-day noise, there was no child-screeching, and there was no cooking.
Death is terrible.
I feel like there’s something staring at me.
It’s like a viper, it’s so cold and obnoxious that I’m covered in goose bumps.
“Thinking.”
Wow, the elevator opened itself.
I stand by the wall on guard, and if anything happens, I will open the door.
Strangely, the elevator was the layout of Dad’s study.
It was quiet inside, and the warm lamp seemed out of place throughout the building.
I can even see the library doors connected to the corridor.
I can’t do anything. I want to see if the door is safe outside.
I just grabbed my cat’s eye, and I had a gray eye staring at me.
A chill crawled up my back.
When I thought I was being watched for a long time, I lost my hair.
I had to lean towards the elevator on my own, and the stairs suddenly sounded.
Silly, heavy.
The sound became clear.
Acoustic light bulbs suddenly broke, the entire building was in darkness, the door of the unit came out with the sound of a crash, and a screech scream.
The footsteps on the stairs suddenly became hurried, as if the rain had hit the ground, and as if the drums had died.
I tried to hold my breath and touch the elevator along the wall.
As soon as we got into the room, the elevator door was closed.
And there was a screaming outside the door, “Open the door.”
Silence isolated the screams.
Without the shock of last time, it seemed as if I had simply opened my father’s study.
It’s exactly the same layout as the study. If it wasn’t for the bright red, I would have thought I had entered the wrong door.
The door is closing again.
I lightened my foot. Walking step by step as if you heard a child crying.
I endured fear, I held my breath.
It came slowly to the bookcase, but it had a bad feeling.
“I was hiding next to the bookcase. I’m sorry.
“I’m glad I left the door unconnected. I’m sorry.
The child’s face slowly appeared in front of me, and I breathed a little bit, and a gruesome chill made me cool from beginning to end.
That face looks exactly like my brother.
And my 7-year-old brother.
The children found me, but the beauty of peace.
I’m squeaking right now, and I’m confused.
Who’s my 18-year-old brother?
Or in other words, is it human outside?
At the moment, a cold, dense, tumbled, rose to my heart.
From time to time, the child’s face has gradually become horrifying and unbelieving.
“Sister, you’re running again. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve heard it.
I was reassured by that voice, but now there is only disturbing fear.
I’m holding my neck so stiff I can’t turn my head.
It’s like I’m standing behind my back, and it’s freezing, and it gives me a creep.
I’m silent and I’m scared of my legs.
Suddenly, a hand covered with red nail polish over my shoulder.
The red is like the colour of the door, poor and beautiful.
That is the hand of a woman whose white skin would have been burned by fire, one of whose fingernails seemed to have been broken.
Perfect.
I’m afraid of a spirit, but the hand is more powerful, as if it were to be embedded in my flesh.
And I turned back, and indeed my brother looked in cold eyes.
I looked down on my shoulder and somehow returned to my brother’s hand, and everything just seemed like my fault.
I held my hand tight and adjusted my tremors.
But my brother’s head snapped and turned in a full 90-degree direction.
I can hear the sound of a broken bone.
The red sticky liquid came out of his ear and he was like he could not feel pain.
Even smiled strangely.
The smile is like it’s gonna go to the ear.
Where else can I go? I was desperate to think.
“Why are you hiding?” And he looked at me, and his eyes were as white as they would swallow, and the pupils were getting thinner.
“Why hide?” I’m sorry.
The wrists and legs of the “brother” in the back were also broken, with a large body of blood covered in clothes and the sound of the bone “things”.
The thick blood drops on the floor.
Brother’s body is strangely twisted, like a spider on his knees.
I was under control, and then a warm, soft thing grabbed my wrist.
“Let’s play hide-and-seek together. “The 7-year-old brother took my hand gently, gentlely, with extraordinary calm.
I don’t know why, my nose is sour.
But the hand holding my shoulder behind me seems to be a bit of a hold-up, and it’s very uncomfortable to let go.
“Big brother” stares at me with bitterness, and suddenly relaxes and says with a dumb, broken voice: “39-38.”
With my brother holding my hand, we ran madly away, the clock in the living room seemed so stiff, and our running made the wood floor sound.
The slimy, cold eyes behind me didn’t seem to disappear. I bit my teeth tight.
“Come here,” he suddenly turned me around and pushed a door.
This is Dad’s bedroom.
The smell of Daddy’s clean soap, the folds were folded and the books on the bed were turned open.
I’m a little confused, as if nothing had changed.
But the outside sound continues: “11-10.”
Look down at the kid, brother doesn’t seem scared and always smiles.
We hid in the closet, and the light that came out hit me straight in the face.
I don’t know why I’m still sweating and dizziness while hiding in my closet.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” my brother doesn’t look like a seven-year-old, but it reassures me.
“Linan? Nan-nan… are you here? “Sometimes, the number of voices stopped.
It was replaced by the sound of a bone hitting the ground and of friction.
The long towed sound gives me the creeps, and I carefully control the breath, and even a slight twitch.
“Big brother” started looking, and I could even feel the pleasure and the grotesque expectations in his tone.
In the living room, there was a huge, broken sound, and I was shaking.
“Behind the TV — oh? I’m like a fish on a blade, and I’m like a lamb to be slaughtered.
The sound of the television crashing into the wall was dull and huge, and even the bouquet around it must have been implicated.
I endured fear when tears fell out of the air.
As if all the sky had turned upside down in the morning, my tight nerves were about to reach their limit.
But I’m afraid to make a sound.
“Nan, don’t be afraid, brother. In the dark, my brother used his acoustics to say,
Kids’ eyes are bright, I can’t help but believe.
As time went by, the “brother” outside the door seemed to have lost patience and began to slam the door.
My tight nerves don’t at all relax, finally, it’s time to come.
The sound of hissing has become sharp, the door has fallen, and it has come with a heavy and bloody smell.
“Big brother” began to look for curtains, under the bed, where people could hide, but left the closet alone.
I held the child’s hand and shivering like a sieve.
And a white face appeared before me, and I hid in the darkness, and looked at that strange and twisted face in the void.
The eyes keep pouring out more blood and tears, and it looks like it’s looking at the closet, and then it’s going to answer:
“How could you hide in the closet? I’m sorry.
The face moved slowly, like a few speeds slow.
I’d like to get a little dry and sick, and the sense of dizziness that’s been in darkness for a long time is getting more obvious.
I look at the children with a bit of an anxious face and a little bit of confusion.
That dazzling feeling and the obscenity of the urge to go backwards again, with the sound of a worm moving.
Why don’t I stay in the closet?
As the squeaks continued, the children rushed to open the closet, and I was filled with cold sweat, and I was helpless.
I breathed fresh air, and my tremors never stopped.
The kids kept squirting my back, and it got more anxious.
Nan, listen to my brother. Get out of here! “The children are not sure when they will come out.”
I’m shaking. He’s really my brother.
“I’ll break the window for you. You jump from here, you keep going, don’t look back! You must find that red door and get out of here! Don’t look back! Don’t trust anyone on the road! “My brother speaks fast, but calmly.”
The air does not know when it will become silent, too quiet, and a strong and ominous warning is in my heart.
I’m sure there’s a brother standing at the door.
“There you are. I’m sorry.
The broken windows were also ringing, and the “brother” seemed to have been pissed off and ran at me in a strange way.
I hid all over my body, but I accidentally hit the nightstand.
I’m taking him home.
It’s like a blow in my head.
“Nam, believe me, I’ll take you home. I’m sorry.
Nam is the best. Let’s play hide-and-seek. I’ll count to three, and you jump. I’m sorry.
“No matter what you hear, don’t look back. I’m sorry.
It’s like a long time ago someone told me.
But his eyes suddenly became a little scared, but he quickly covered them up.
I got up and looked down at the paper, and I just felt cold.
In the field of names, the name of the brother is written by the Da Lama.
“Death certificate.”
Name of deceased: Li Gang
Sex of deceased: Male
Time of death: 2011 x month x day
And now, 2022.
My brother died 11 years ago.
I held that piece of paper in my hand, but in my head there was a different confusion.
“Big brother” seems to have some sort of fear, but he’s very anxious, just twisted and trying to get close to me.
And the kids went away and came to me step by step.
I looked at his face and slowly approached the window.
He just looked at me, smiled a little, and I was creepy.
“Uh,” “Uh,” “Uh.”
The kid came to me step by step, and he looked up at me.
Each of my cells is in a state of panic, but I feel a little push.
It’s not a normal child’s strength. I’m surprised, but I’m pushed without resistance.
This is the 7th floor! I’ll die if you throw me down!
I had to admit that he was not my brother, he was a monster.
And in the second, I looked back, and there was a red door, and I was being sucked in.
The child’s eyes were filled with sorrow, but he said softly: “Nam, you have grown up.” I’m sorry.
“But brother always loves you. I’m sorry.
I feel like I’ve been crushed by something.
The “brother” behind the child seems to have lifted some kind of restrictions and caught the child without hesitation.
“This is a medical miracle…”
“11 years to wake up…”
I felt the bright light.
And there’s the sound of cytological graphs dripping around.
I feel like I’m in a closed jar, and now everything’s tearing him apart.
There’s surprise cheers and incredible sighs around.
There are many footsteps in the noise.
Nam! “A mid-aged man with tired faces and amazing surprises grabbed my hand.
“Good boy, finally awake. “I was carefully held in my arms by middle-aged men, but his arms trembled.
I looked at the familiar faces, and my tears came down, and I leaned on his shoulder, and I whispered, without strength:
“Dad. I’m sorry.
The confused memories were mixed, as if in that moment I had found the thread of memory.
Eleven years ago, my brother and I were abducted.
We were locked in a dark, damp little house, and only a high-up vent was able to get some light.
We don’t have anything to eat. We only have rotten buns sent in by traffickers.
We tried to escape and were caught back after a failure.
I was the first to find out that the traffickers had pulled on my hair and put their feet on me.
I can only give a faint snort, and it’s dark.
My brother tried to save me, but he was kicked on a rock, and it seemed as if I had seen red blood coming out.
I opened my mouth and I tried to scream.
“Big brother. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
We got caught back.
This time, we have been subjected to stricter supervision and worse abuse.
The same kids as ours are disappearing.
It’s just me and my brother.
I’m hallucinating because of a prolonged period of invisibility, and I can often hear the sound of a worm crawling.
This torture breaks my heart.
But every time he held my hand gently, he said, “Don’t be afraid, brother is here.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
We have been subjected to inhuman abuse because of our “deficit”.
The devils like to hold me down and watch my screams and moan when my fingernails are pulled out, and whenever I cry with fear, they laugh out of the way.
My brother tried to stop them and was caught and thrown away.
It’s like he can’t hear me, and I can’t help watching him kick his ass.
They are devils, and they are mad.
I don’t know.
One day, one of them brought us fresh food, had a non-precision cake, but it was the best food I had in five days.
And We gave to my brother half of the food, but felt a hand touching me that made me uncomfortable.
I was just a seven-year-old.
But I’m just a 7-year-old kid.
And I remember clearly when he touched me with his filthy hand, and We bit him with a hard bite and kicked him, and we cried out loud, and we were thrown on the ground in a violent turn.
That was the first time I saw my brother beating him like he was crazy.
My cry attracted one of the women and ended up in peace.
The woman was wearing fresh red nail polish, and one of the nails was broken by her brother in the twist.
At night, I shuddered in my brother’s arms.
Brother shot me slowly.
I said I miss home.
And his brother was silent for a long time, and he said: “Trust me, I will take you home. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Finally, we were sold out as the last children.
The road was not quiet, but the three demons laughed loudly, and from time to time we sat in the back.
My brother held my hand tight and whispered to me, “Can we play hide and seek?” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t find a place to nod.
And his brother laughed: “When I count to three, you will jump out of the window and find a place to hide, and do not come out until I come to you.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the fast-moving car and noded the place.
“No matter what you hear, don’t look back. I’m sorry.
“That…that you. I also sensed something wrong, gently squeezing my brother’s sleeve.
“The brother is right behind you. I’m sorry.
Suddenly, he was like he couldn’t breathe, and he was crying “air.”
I was scared too.
But I saw my brother’s eyes smiling.
I made up my mind, and I watched three people wait and open the back window for ventilation.
My brother made a move on me, “Three-two–“
But I haven’t said anything yet, with a strong flashlight and a loud horn.
I can’t open my eyes with the white light.
The sound of the stingy brakes, the unresistible inertia and the shock, which caused me to turn around at that moment.
I saw my brother rebounding with fear in his eyes and hugging me dead, all like a slow shot.
Bang!
The metallic frictions and the glass cracks ring in the dark night.
I just passed out.
The last scene in front of us was the red fingernails of the co-pilot woman, with a sharp eye.
It’s like a red door.
And brother twisted half his body like a spider on his knees.
I don’t know.
Later on, it was a car accident.
We were finally found by the police.
The three demons were seriously wounded and sentenced to death, and the crowd went out for a while.
I became a vegetable, and my brother stayed forever at the age of seven.
This is my first 11 years as a vegetable, and the doctor says that my muscles have started to shrink, and if I don’t wake up, I might really lose this opportunity.
But when I wake up, it’s a medical miracle.
There’s no red door, nothing but the red fingernails, and I’ve been stuck in a fantasy dream for 11 years.
I looked up and watched the spring out of the window:
Brother. I’m sorry.
“I miss you. I’m sorry.
There was a clear wind outside the window, as if someone was touching my cheek.
He must miss me too.
I’m sorry.
Today is the first day we’ve been taken away.
They don’t feed us. Nam’s hungry. She says she wants to go home.
I miss home too, but I’m my brother.
I told her I’d take her home.
I don’t know.
This is the second day we were taken away.
There’s at least some food today, but it’s a stale bun.
Nan and I talked about running, but we failed.
How could they do this to my sister?
I ran over to protect Nan, and they put my head on a rock.
It hurts.
It hurts.
I don’t know.
Nan is not right lately. She always says she can hear bugs.
But it was very quiet at night.
I woke up several times and I saw Nan crying.
And We held her hand tightly, but only said unto her: My brother is there. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Bastards! They’re not human!
How can they have fun with a kid’s nails?
I looked at Nan’s hands, but she laughed and said it didn’t hurt.
Little fool.
It doesn’t hurt to cry.
I don’t know.
What do they want?
What do they want with Nam?
Crazy bastards!
I hit him hard on him, I hit him with no means, I bit his flesh, and Nan was crying.
A woman pulled me off, but I broke half of her nails.
I hold Nan tight.
I have to take her home.
I don’t know.
I lied to Nan that we played hide-and-seek before she could run, and we got hit by a car.
I’m holding Nan tight. I want to tell her not to be afraid.
But I was scared, too, and I was afraid of not keeping my promise.
I’m afraid I didn’t take Nan home.
I don’t know.
I’m dead.
But Nam was rescued.
That’s great. I’m keeping my promise.
Why does Nam keep her eyes closed?
“She feels guilty. “The white sister said it’s cold.
“Oh, come on. “The sister in the black dress is like a monster.”
The sister in black touched my head: “She’ll dream of waking up in her own life. I’m sorry.
“But I promised to take her home. Please help me. I’m sorry.
I swear it’s the first time in my life, and the last time.
Too ashamed.
Blacky. “The white sister is like a warning.
Blacky choked me in the face and groaned: “No more.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Nam is so old.
Great.
But she was caught dead by the “me” behind her.
So this is a nightmare.
I looked up and grabbed her hand.
“Let’s play hide-and-seek together. I’m sorry.
It’s okay, brother is behind you forever.
In addition to the gravekeeper,
Recently, a girl in a wheelchair has come to the cemetery.
She always brings different flowers, stars, lilies, sunflowers…
I asked her why she didn’t have an ass, and she said that the ass was too heavy and their meeting should be full of joy.
Here comes Nam. “I drank tea and laughed and said hello to her.
“Hmm. She also smiled and noded at me.
She came to the old place as usual.
The dress was raised gently, but unexpectedly slowly.
She was like a kid who first learned to walk, so excited, her hands shivering.
“Look, brother, I learned to walk. “A young girl leans on her head like she’s breathing deep.
“I’m going to school. I want to take the high school. “The little girl’s eyes are bright.
The child’s face on the tombstone is still smiling.
Then came her father’s cry, “Lunan, go home.”
Lian Nan’s eye bends and turns back and looks like light.
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Author: Clouds.
Case number: YX01PqmjpyYenBdV
Fourth survivor.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
Soft Mariko! Wait!
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