Welcome home.
Don’t answer her. _Other Organiser
There’s a little red hole in the wall, don’t come near it. Don’t worry, it’s blocked. _Other Organiser
We have to take a shower at 11:00 p.m. and lock the door. _Other Organiser
You’re not allowed to turn on the lights, let alone open your eyes, or you’ll be in terrible trouble. _Other Organiser
Don’t believe anything you see. _Other Organiser
The sister was lying on the bed and looked like she was asleep, but when the police came over and looked over her body, her face was already decomposed as if she had been eaten by something.
Mom passed out of grief after her sister died, and she didn’t tell me about it in order not to worry me.
But that night, I got a message from my sister to go home.
I went home and learned that she had been sent to the crematorium as early as the morning.
So, who sent it to me?
I asked my mother, but she said that when she packed her belongings, she burned them with her sister’s phone, and she cried and I held her by my heart’s fear.
My hands are full of cold sweat.
Because, right now, my phone in my pocket still rings.
The dead sister is still texting me!
There were a lot of mourners out there, and Mom was busy with me and I immediately opened the computer to search for the address that sent the message.
Half an hour later, I was paralyzed in a chair.
The Ip address that the computer showed is exactly the crematorium.
The cell phone text is still on.
A lot of the layouts in the house are different, but you can’t say anything. _Other Organiser
[The wildcat outside crawls into the house and cries at night. _Other Organiser
[Something is hidden in unknown corners, and has been terriblely tortured.] _Other Organiser
“The wonders of the demons must be controlled, and bad kids are not welcome at home. _Other Organiser
[Please repeat the first words of the previous sentences. _Other Organiser
I slowly stood up and came to the door.
After a moment of hesitation, I opened the door and my mother’s face appeared out there.
She smiled at me with two black buttons:
“Nam, get hungry and come out for dinner. I’m sorry.
2. Dining room
I looked stiff at the time on the computer.
The next second, I was struck by lightning.
It’s 10:30.
Seeing me late, Mom turned away.
But she walked in a strange position, and her knees were swollen back.
It’s like walking backwards.
No! No! Mom’s not well about arthritis. I know that. I’ll shake my head off that ridiculous idea and sit back at the desk.
A little while later, the mourners outside the door seemed to have disappeared and the living room was so quiet that there was a strong feeling that someone was slowly approaching my bedroom.
It’s all so weird that I can’t move, and suddenly, the door opened softly.
I turned my head and the lights in the bedroom went out, and I stood up, and the next minute, a pair of cold hands grabbed my ankle!
Those hands were as hard as skulls, and I could only see hair on the floor, and I screamed.
“Hip, hip, hip…”
People on the ground suddenly laughed.
It’s a little familiar, and I brought her up, and that’s when I found out she was anorexia next door.
She is much smaller in shape than her peers because she does not eat for many years and is skinny, and her face is a bit scary because she is thin.
She almost sent me away for a prank.
“The aunt asked me to call you for dinner. I’m sorry.
The little girl said she was afraid I’d hit her and made a ghost face and ran out.
I hesitated to follow my mother in the kitchen and the little girl had already taken my chopstick without my permission.
The table is full of pepper fried eggs, spicy ribs, and fish.
I’m looking at these foods, and there’s something wrong with them, but the girls are already eating.
“It’s delicious! It’s delicious! I’m sorry.
She said out loud that the whole of the bowl was buried.
I was sitting next to her and I was about to put a chopstick in her, and suddenly I looked at the girl’s mouth with red liquid.
She’s bleeding!
However, it is not clear why the girl is still eating in her mouth, and she is chewing with her mouth open, with more and more red liquids permeating her mouth, and white clothes permeating large areas of red.
I was scared and yelled and took her bowl, and she was so strong that she pushed me out.
The second she left, she turned her back in blood and smiled at me with a terrible smile.
The girl, with her mouth open, spits a few words at me:
“It’s almost 11:00. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what she means. I ran into the kitchen and called my mom, but my mom said, “I don’t know.
“The little girl from the neighborhood? She was in poor health the other day, and now she’s in a hospital. I’m sorry.
“The infusion? The anorexia? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. “Mom answered, her phone suddenly rings.
She looked down and looked up with her red eyes and said, “Your aunt sent a message in the crowd.” Just now, this girl is dead. I’m sorry.
“No way! Look at the table.”
I dragged my mother to the restaurant to see the view of the table and the rest of my words were swallowed with shock.
Much of the blood that had just come out of the girls had disappeared and had been replaced by hot peppers wrapped all over the table.
How could there be so many peppers.
I suddenly remembered that Mom had surgery in the esophagus, and she couldn’t eat chili.
But tonight…
I was just about to ask, and all of a sudden, I saw a face in the back of Mom’s head.
The face was standing behind my mother’s forehead, without eyebrows, with open eyes and red lips, and a horrible smile.
Nam, what about the table? I’m sorry.
Mom smiled and asked.
And the face behind her head was covered with lips.
“No, nothing. I, I’m going to take a bath. I have a sad response.
Behind me, my mother said:
“Don’t sneak out of the house in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
I promised to pass through my mother’s room and I saw an iron cage in it, a black and varnished thing that was still moving and a green light in its eyes.
I instinctively wanted to see it again, but there were very light footsteps behind me, and people were stomping and picking up.
Mom’s following me.
I remember very well that Mom hates this hairy thing, and she’s absolutely impossible to raise animals.
And the next thing I know, the weirdest thing that’s happened to me is that I went back to my bedroom and undressed.
I can be sure that I’ve entered a strange world.
And in this world, non-compliance dies.
Like the little girl from the neighborhood.
Maybe she was punished for breaking the rules, and she used her life to summarize everything in my text message.
It’s less than 11 in a minute. I can’t think straight into the bathroom.
Something terrible happened.
I found out the bathroom lock was outside.
4. Bathroom
The clock in the living room has sent out the last ten seconds of the countdown.
Answer.
Answer.
Along with the clock, something dragged the shoes in the water and slowly came to me.
As if I had foreseen my death.
But at the end of the day, a tiny shadow of a cat-like animal appeared on the glass, and it was softly, and the “push” was locked.
I’ve had a long breath, and my heart has recovered.
I was in a hurry to open the flowers and shower as required by the sister’s texting rules, but just as I was halfway through, I suddenly felt the noise coming out of the door.
It’s like a glass grab with the door shaking.
Someone’s holding on to the doorknob.
I was scared when that thought came out, and I turned it down.
It’s not my feeling that there’s movement out there and it’s getting violent.
I was holding my breath and walking to the door, and the shadow that appeared on the door was gradually and completely exposed to my sight.
He’s out there trying to open the door.
And as I looked at the door and the time grew, the glass became clear.
I could even see the fingernails that were dark and covered in dirt, and its nails were thick and long, and they were holding on to the door and stabbing and stabbing.
I couldn’t help but breathe a breath of air.
The sound of water in the bathroom continues, and I can be sure that it’s enough to cover my breath completely, but the weird thing is that this hand suddenly stopped at the moment I was breathing.
It’s just a second’s work. It just disappears.
I didn’t dare to open the door. I had to wash my body with water.
The steam in the bathroom gradually dazed me, and the mirrors in front of me were completely blurry, and I put my hands out and wiped.
The next moment, I screamed silently.
Because it’s not a mirror, it’s a glass!
And with my wiping, my mother’s scary face came out a little bit, and she put it on it, and she looked right at me with a weird smile.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Mom’s laughter sounds so pretentious, her hands on the glass, it looks like she’s gonna climb in.
I completely collapsed, screaming to grab the bathroom door and try to get out, but I couldn’t get it locked outside, just as I felt my hair washed in my back, a little shadow came out of the door again.
With the sound of unlocking, I ran away.
The closest to the bathroom was my bedroom, where I instinctively went into the bedroom and locked the door. The lights were broken, but the bed headlights were on somehow, like someone waiting for me.
I hesitated to go to the bed, but as I moved closer and further, a strong sense of being watched became more apparent.
When I came to the bed, I was almost covered in cold sweat.
Because I remember very well that I had a rush home tonight to learn about my sister ‘ s death and had not been able to change her shoes, which should have kept me out of bed.
But right now, the heels are on the bed.
Shoes to bed, ghost to bed.
I am reminiscent of this folk-terror saying, and I am quick to shake my head and spread that feeling.
And it seems that the sheets that were pulled down were much lower than before, almost on the ground. It looks more like, covering something up.
Someone’s hiding under the bed.
This is almost in the affirmative.
I’m frozen, but suddenly I don’t know where the courage comes from, and I’m walking back and down.
[Bedroom]
Despite the fact that I was prepared to imagine many terrible scenes that I would face, I almost fainted when I saw what was hidden under the bed.
This is the cat-like animal that just locked me up.
If you look at it from behind, it’s a cat. But when I saw his face, I was sure it was a person.
A boy under ten.
But the cat’s skin had been sewn to him and even his face had been wrapped into his face.
The eyes of human cats seem to have been burned, black holes.
His mouth was sewn in a thin and tight line, and it was plowed into it, which meant that his teeth were pulled out.
I was scared, but my gut told me he wouldn’t hurt me.
I was instinctively two steps back, and the human cat was slow for a moment and crawled out.
He was a bit anxious to put his paws on my leg, suggesting that I had to go under the bed, and I didn’t understand why.
With the passing of time, the human cat felt something, and he began to shiver instinctively, and the blind man looked to himself in fear.
I was only surprised to look at him until I heard it coming out of the door, dark, and the key inserted a lock.
Shit!
Mom’s room has a key to my bedroom door!
The door was turned gently, and in the moment when the door had been opened, it came to me with great surprise.
The human cat had frozen, he had not turned back, but his stiff face had completely exposed his heart at the moment.
The people behind him seem to be familiar with human cats, the most familiar and most feared.
With the sound of the toes on the floor entering the room, the cat finally reacted and he was shaking.
But even though he was afraid, he was afraid to take a step, and even he had no courage to escape.
I looked out through the tiny cracks on the ground, and the human cat suddenly retreated and his hair was raised.
It was not until he left his room to go to the side that I saw that there was clearly a hand in the dark holding him back.
And Mom left after turning around.
The door was closed very quickly, and I waited for a moment to make sure that no one would turn back, so that I would be able to move a little bit of a stiff body.
In this strange world, I have no choice but to fear for others.
All of a sudden, my arms seem to have touched a box, and I slowly drilled out of the bed, opened the box and found it in an album.
On the cover of the album, several lines of red little words are written in distorted fonts:
Welcome to my house. _Other Organiser
I’m breathing. Keep reading.
I’m Happy. I lived happily with my sister, and one day a woman came to my house. _Other Organiser
[She lied about being our mother who could scream in her sister’s room one night.] _Other Organiser
When I heard the noise and woke up, I hid on the second floor at the stairwell, and I saw the woman lift her head and step by step towards her sister. Her sister was dying and at the end of her death she saw me crying with her mouth shut. She raised her finger and said, “Shh. * I’m sorry *
But I was found by that woman. She killed my beloved cat and sewd me inside, burned my eyes with fire, pulled my teeth and tongue and made me no longer able to tell anyone about her crimes. _Other Organiser
[It’s a terrible devil-like woman who sews her sister’s face behind her head and cuts her sister’s hand off and squeezes her shoulder. She would force everyone who entered my house to shout at her mother and eventually kill everyone. _Other Organiser
[So, my dear guest, when you see this album, don’t hesitate, and take every opportunity to kill her! Please stab her throat with a knife on the table without hesitation. Kill her and your world will return to normal! _Other Organiser
My back is cold and I’m shaking to turn this album.
The first was a picture of two girls and one boy sitting in a rocking chair, one of them slightly older, while the other girl and boy seemed very young.
The sun was perfect, they laughed, and there was a little cat lying on the lawn.
The second is two girls and one boy. They were in the kitchen, the boys were naughty, their noses covered with butter, and two girls laughed.
And the third one looks like two girls and a boy happy.
And so is the fourth.
So is the fifth.
I don’t know.
But from the middle of this album, the style began to change.
The bright color suddenly becomes dark, like the wind and rain.
The boy seemed to feel something, sitting in the middle of the girl’s mouth, still showing a small set of nipple teeth, and the funny face was no longer pure and bright, but rather a little more worrying.
He would look unprovoked at the flowers, as if they were hidden in the depths.
From the beginning of this picture, the boy never looked directly at the camera, and his eyes were always looking somewhere with hidden fears.
And the last one of this album, both girls are gone.
There was only one woman who suddenly appeared and she smiled all over the boy. From the photos alone, the boy was held in her arms.
Looks like a mother holding her dear son.
But I thought a little bit, and I changed my angle.
It’s from this perspective that I was terrified to find that the boy’s limbs had been cut and that he was now forced to stand on a woman!
And in the corner of this picture, there’s a bloody tail.
Good night.
That’s when the lights went out.
I immediately realized that, although I was still in a state of shock, I had to start sleeping as instructed by the rules.
And I lay on the bed with that album, and close my eyes.
In the dark, I lay on my bed like a needle and it tickled. My head’s a mess, and I’m starting to get crazy.
There’s an important text message from my sister:
[There’s a key person whose life and death are linked to this cursed world. _Other Organiser
This key person, would it be that woman?
The cat was named Happy, and he had a sister and a sister, a strange woman who broke in and ruined all this.
From his reaction, this strange woman is the one who now looks like my mother.
Sister, sister.
I suddenly realized that, for everything in the world I’ve come across, Happy’s sister was like my sister, and the neighbor’s little girl was like Happy’s sister.
They all died in an extremely cruel manner, and the sister became the second horrible face of a woman, and the sister became the end of her hand.
Happy had his own consciousness, but he was made a human cat.
When I think about it, I’m so sweaty, I don’t want to be made a monster of no human being.
All of a sudden, I felt like the door had been opened silently, and a shadow came in and came to my bed, standing still.
I immediately breathed as calmly as possible, as if I were asleep.
But what’s so bad is that the more I try to disguise myself, the more I don’t breathe, the more I feel like my chest is going up and down, and I was trying to reduce my sense of existence.
And the man who was staring at me was attracted to me, and I felt her bending down and her face stopped close to me.
There’s cold dead people breathing in my face.
My heart is getting cold, my forehead is so thin and cold, and even more desperate, I find my body out of control and I’m shaking!
I’m sweating, I’m shaking!
“Are you asleep, Nam…”
I turned over, unwittingly, to avoid the face, and fortunately, the voice of the woman disappeared.
I didn’t take it lightly and I kept listening until I was sure that all the noise was gone.
But I still can’t control my body and my back is cold and cold, like a back to an air conditioner.
Suddenly, I turned around.
Women are lying behind me.
It’s over!
That’s when I realized I had violated the rules of my sister:
You’re not allowed to turn on the lights, let alone open your eyes, or you’ll be in terrible trouble. _Other Organiser
It’s getting dark, naughty kids hiding under the bed, nice kids lying in bed. Shh, sleep tight. _Other Organiser
The kid who’s hiding under the bed… how come there’s only me and my sister?
I couldn’t think longer, and I suddenly felt my bed shaking, and it grew.
Soon, there was a loud noise under my bed, something was under it, but for a few seconds, a cold hand was killed and caught my ankle.
I can’t believe it’s that broken hand again, and the door on the balcony is open.
This hand looks like a child, and it’s so strong that I can’t get away with it.
I was holding on to the sheets, and through my tears, I saw the women in front of me with their eyes wide open and looked forward to looking at me.
Soon this hand dragged me out of the bed, and pulled me to the bottom of the bed, and I cried out, “Help me!” I’m sorry.
These four words are almost my instinct, and he is the only one in the world who can save me, even though I know that just recently he was dragged into another room, and that he may not be able to protect himself right now.
But, surprisingly, when I heard these four words, not only did it stop, but even the women before me, their bodies were shaking.
“Leave”… a woman repeats that name, and all of a sudden, it’s like she remembers something.
It’s not my feeling that both women’s faces show the same horror.
I couldn’t believe I looked at her and there was an overwhelming panic in her eyes.
That is the fear of the heart of a man in a state of soberness and of a thing as terrible as it is.
I do not understand that she was a murderer, but she was so afraid of the victim, but the fact is that the woman disappeared with her hands cut off, and she took two steps back.
In the dark, the woman’s voice rings, and she says:
“You’re contaminated with a terrible thing. He’s a monster. You have no idea what’s going on in this house because of him.
“I can let you out of this house, but only if you have to kill him or we all die! I’m sorry.
7. It’s dawn.
As the woman finished, it suddenly dawned.
She’s like she doesn’t remember anything that just happened, and she’s back to being gentle, just like Mom used to look at me.
“Nam, study at home yourself. Mom’s out shopping for you. I’m sorry.
She touched my head and walked out the door gently.
My brain is still a mess.
Women say that pleasure is the cause of all the misfortunes in the family, and that the instinctive response she makes when she hears the name is real.
Coca-Cola saved me twice. He’s made an adult cat that’s visible. Photo albums don’t lie.
After a moment of hesitation, I choose to believe in pleasure. After all, women are trying to kill me, so I’m better off first.
I decided to wait for the woman to go out and find the knife.
But when I came to the door of the bedroom and tried to pull the door open, I found it locked from the outside.
Women trapped me in this house.
I hit the door hard, shaking the doorknob so hard, it didn’t help, I shouted the name of the music and no one helped me.
I knew that women would be back soon, just as I was falling apart, I suddenly found out that after a little bit of my work, a lot of walls fell on my shoulders.
Our family moved into this newly built house for a very short time, a situation that should never have happened.
Once again I hit the wall hard and found that only one place would fall off the wall.
I suddenly realized that there was a wall that was loose, and I tried to knock and it was empty.
As I hit hard, the walls fell more and more, and a little red hole appeared in front of me.
I was thinking of a text message from my sister:
There’s a little red hole in the wall, don’t come near it. Don’t worry, it’s blocked. _Other Organiser
But this little red hole…
The more I look, the more creepy I look.
Because it’s not just red.
It’s more like the red blood in the eyes.
I took a deep breath and took two steps back.
When my vision was able to accommodate this wall, I found that there was a big, darker part of it.
And there’s a clear line, and it looks like a girl who’s convulsing and sleeping.
I squeezed my thigh so hard that I could calm myself down and dig with everything in the room.
As a piece of the wall was naturally stripped down, the smell of old rotting corpses came to the surface.
Until finally, I found out with fear that the bodies of two young girls were asleep inside.
One of them was skinned off, the other disappeared a hand and her head was later placed.
The bodies of both girls were cut and spelled, like puzzles, and the only missing was the missing hand of a smaller girl.
The physical irritation is far less powerful than my heart.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with a human cat’s statement.
But these two bodies are all over the place.
Each one is deeply visible, even on the bald face of the faceless female, stretching from the head to the neck, with a large fork mark.
What a mad hate!
Happy’s lying to me.
Cats appeared before two girls died.
The joy was no longer pure.
I looked at the two bodies, and there was a cold in my heart.
Will it be the woman who killed them both?
And in that little girl’s last hand, I saw a piece of paper held tight.
I scraped it out so hard, I sort of sorted it out, and it says:
[Mom, sister was hidden in the wall by his brother.] Now he’s gonna kill me.
So it was him!
I don’t understand why Happy lied to me.
I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, I stepped on a soft thing.
I look back, I’m a human cat!
He was looking at me like a stone.
[Muffled]
At this moment, all my blood flowed back, and I grabbed the note in my hand, and my muscles were tight.
It’s over!
He must know everything. Is he going to kill me now?
But I didn’t expect that.
What’s wrong with you? He looked just like yesterday.
I’m surprised to find that when the cat was less than 10 years old, his font was very good, almost as good as any of them.
But why would he ask me that?
I turned around and found that the walls behind me were coming back to life, and the note that I was holding in my hand was just a simple, extreme drug instruction.
“No, you surprised me when you showed up. “I quickly adjusted my breath to calm myself down.
I went around behind him and thought how to kill him.
But just as I was about to do it, the words on the ground were reflected in my curtains:
The world is dominated by that woman, and I have no right to control my body, so I can’t kill that woman. Like when, after my sister and my sister died, women forced me to destroy their bodies, I had no room for resistance. _Other Organiser
I’m just a little…
Did the wounds come after the dead?
What happened to the note in the little girl’s hand?
The cat is still writing:
After every night, she loses her memory and repeats what she used to do. _Other Organiser
She was abandoned by her husband and gave birth to a boy alone, and she lied to us when she first came to my house, saying she was our mother, and we had a brother. It was not until one night that the boy tried to kill his sister that we called the police to discover the woman’s secret. _Other Organiser
After reading these two words, my doubts have been completely eliminated.
Happy…
I’ll talk slowly.
It seems that the cat hasn’t been called that name for a long time, and he’s frozen for a moment and noded his head.
“If I put a knife in the throat of that woman on the table, the world will end, right?”
The human cat’s ecstatic, nodding.
He writes:
[Yes, and then give her legs to me, so she can never come back.] You can escape. _Other Organiser
“Good. Tonight, I’ll do it when she cooks again. I’m sorry.
I leaned down, gently touching the scarred face of the human cat, and I didn’t miss every inch of his skin, which looked terrible, but I could still fully recognize what it looked like before the damage.
It seems like he hasn’t been treated so softly in a long time, and he sniffs my fingers deep, and his body shivers: “I haven’t been treated like a man for a long time, and I’ve always wondered if I’d be able to have good limbs as well…”
“I’m so sorry you were such a beautiful kid. I’m sorry.
I sincerely lamented.
It’s a shame.
It’s getting dark.
All day long women didn’t come back.
I imitated the end of the night and climbed into her room from the balcony.
Her room had nothing else but books, even in the bed-bed case.
It seems that this woman is involved in a great deal, and most of these books are not classics, but a lot of folk talk.
The paper was a little yellow, the footers were curled up, and some books appeared to have been turned over by women many times.
There’s a thin medical book, and on the last page, there’s a line of notes: Mom’s useless, unable to take care of you.
You guys.
If, according to a human cat, a woman has only one son, what’s with the “you”?
I closed the book and sat on the table and flipped through the other books.
God, it’s dark without realizing it.
The days and nights of the world are always immeasurable.
I saw the last line left by the cat under the bed:
I’ll put a knife on the table tonight, and if you don’t kill her, she’ll kill you with it. _Other Organiser
Night. 22:30.
“Nam, get hungry and come out for dinner. I’m sorry.
The sound of familiarity sounded, and I looked up, and I saw my mom standing at the dark door, staring at me.
I looked at her and didn’t make a sound.
“Nam, get hungry and come out for dinner. I’m sorry.
She repeats, the mouth bends.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
The woman didn’t seem to expect me to make it so simple, and I followed her to the restaurant and saw a kitchen knife on the table.
It’s never been before.
“Nam, this is for you.
The rest was blocked.
‘Cause I just put a knife in her throat.
The woman opened her eyes and looked at me, and in her deep throat, a hush-hush low, a painful face appeared behind her, with her whole body rising rapidly and almost breaking the roof.
I ran outside the door.
“Don’t leave me. Nobody leaves my house! I’m sorry.
And the woman squealed, and the broken hand shall come forth.
However, the cracks in her throat had grown, and eventually her head had fallen and the whole body, along with the broken hand, had become powder.
But only her legs, like wood, fell on the ground, intact.
Is that all?
If I stop right now, then I am so wrong.
I turned around and pulled out the human cat that was behind the door watching all of this in silence and shivering with excitement.
The smile on his face had not faded, he looked at me in fear, and I smiled and inserted the knife in his throat again.
I threw a dying human cat on the ground, with his first limbs.
I’ve seen two arms in the wall, and women just fell on their legs.
“It’s too bad you’re almost completely free, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
He’s a complete man now, and I can finally kill him in a way that treats people.
In his hateful eyes, I laughed:
“This family does deserve to die, but before I come, you’ll have your revenge. I’m sorry.
11th Human Cat
“Let me tell you what really happened to this family. I’m sorry.
In this house, there were three mothers, older daughters and younger daughters.
It is simply not enough for the three of them to live on each other ‘ s benefits from the microblogging of dead men.
Women often take books to tell their daughters stories and play the role of teacher because, for some reason, they cannot and will not attend school.
As a result of poverty, women often go to bookstores to buy their books at low prices, while girls often faint because they are malnourished and hungry.
Until one day, the woman brought back a little boy from outside.
The little boy was a good boy, had big black eyes, eight years old, but had a small head, shorter than a child of his age, because he had a bad diet.
“From now on, we’ll have a very good income.” I’m sorry.
Women read a text that cruelly turns boys into human cats in the way it is written.
It’s written in the book “The Money of the Clearing House”: during the year, there were two people in Changsha’s market with a dog, a dog much bigger than a normal dog, very smart, and more rare to speak human words! Poetry and singing are amazing and unsuspecting. Is this really a dog?
The truth had originally been that human traffickers had abducted children, painted them on their skin with medicine, and made them rot on their skin. During that time, dog hair had been spilled on the child, and when the new skin had grown, the hair was connected to the human body.
This is the birth of a cruel human dog.
The woman saw the boy’s writing book in the street, and she moved her mind and took out all the money from the family and bought him from the boy’s parents.
She forced the boy to study the calligraphy day after night in order to make it possible for the human cat to display an amazing face on the street.
She made no mistake, and the boy, after her 100th abuse, became as if he had forgotten that he had been a human being, that he only studied words every day, ate what was left of her family, and that he was tired of getting into a cage, and that he worked hard to follow the instructions of a woman when he sold on the street.
Gradually, the woman was rich in her family, and she relaxed her custody of the human cat and left him chained everywhere.
But she didn’t think that the cat never forgot that she was a man.
His hatred of the women’s family is only increasing and has never been reduced by half.
It was the same night that the cat ran into the cage and went crazy into the room, killing three mothers and daughters.
Two girls were born with disabilities, polio and no mobility at all, and he went to bed easily, stripped the older daughter ‘ s face alive and scratched the arm of his daughter, who was sorely beaten.
As for the woman, he did not do anything to her because he wanted her to suffer the greatest pain in the world — the loss of both parents’ madness.
“You should be wondering why I guessed that. I’m sorry.
I touched the face of a human cat.
“Just because of your face. I’m sorry.
Both young girls have a horrific and identical birthmark on their faces, and from the bones they also experience a similar contraction of their lower limbs.
Only human cats don’t.
That is enough proof that, in fact, he was the one who did not belong to this family from the beginning.
A few hours ago, I sat in front of a woman’s bed and found the book that she most frequently looked at, according to the degree of wear on the page.
It’s a thick Chinese-minority tale.
Between 1030 and 1100, a story of a living animal that attracts tourists on the street for money is documented.
“If I’m gonna give you good limbs later, then it’s me who’s lying here right now. I’m sorry.
The girls died of purple poison carved on their bones, which was brought by the claws of human cats.
And I turned my eyes down softly: “Look at your paws and your ink is not wiped away, is it because it’s poisoned?” I’m sorry.
Boy is pathetic, but he’s wrong about me.
The human cat has slowly closed his eyes, and his last discomfort and hatred have faded, and the world has collapsed.
It’s morning.
13. [concluded]
“Experience over!” I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes.
I took off my glasses and saw the shopkeeper and friends in front of me putting their thumbs up.
I, as the first person to experience the vr technology being used in the script, have been through everything in just three hours.
That reality is so imitating that I am fully integrated into the world of games, forgetting whether my world is real or illusory.
Many times, I really thought I was dying.
Fortunately, in the end, I played the specialty of my medical students to find out the truth and succeeded in killing the world’s master cat.
How’s Human Cat? “If you think you can follow us, we’ll be more involved in this game. I’m sorry.
And my friend says, “Yeah, I’m next. I’m scared to see you just now. I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and said what I wanted to say, but the fear that had just stopped was stuck in my throat, and now I have a dry mouth that makes no sound.
It took me a long time to respond to my own experience, and to conclude, “The rules are always right, and perhaps the best thing I can do is to be unswervingly suspicious of everything. I’m sorry.
This confirms the last message from my sister:
Don’t believe anything you see. _Other Organiser
The end–
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
