Sister is missing.
Mom told me that my sister was always with me.
I didn’t know until a while later.
My sister’s skin and spinal cord were wrapped and kept on me.
After my sister disappeared, I had a skin.
This skin is small, long stripes, and it’s slightly white, and it looks thin and tender.
“It’s a good thing. I’m sorry.
My mother touched the skin in an inch, the slow passage: “A bag made out of it will sell the price.” I’m sorry.
“Mom, my sister is missing. Why are you thinking about the purse? I’m sorry.
My family earns a living by making handbags.
But now my sister is missing.
But my mother didn’t pay attention to her family, and she weighed her purse.
It makes me angry and angry.
“We’re going to find my sister! I’m sorry.
I’ve reached out to throw the leather on the ground and used it to vent my anger.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
My mom was so nervous.
She was quick to get ahead of me and put the whole skin in her arms.
“Don’t worry about your sister. I’m sorry.
My mom was holding on to the leather, and she looked at me and said, “She was with you all the time.” I’m sorry.
“She’s gone. How can she stay with me? I’m sorry.
I ran into my sister’s bedroom: “If you don’t find her, I’ll find her myself!” I’m sorry.
After closing the door, I pressed the phone.
The operator at the end of the phone was patient and gentle.
She said that my sister was missing for less than 24 hours and was not allowed to file a case.
When I hung up the phone, I sat on the bed and cried sad.
Sister doesn’t look so good.
She was humbled and suffering from serious plaza phobia.
She’s in a crowded or empty place, afraid to even breathe.
So she never leaves the house.
But now she’s gone.
I’ve been feeling something in my heart.
Maybe she’s not missing, she’s dead.
All of a sudden, I thought I might be able to locate my sister on the phone.
Tink.
Soon, word of successful positioning came.
The red dot on the screen shows my sister’s cell phone not more than three metres away.
My pupils shrunk and I felt creepy.
Sister especially likes to play mobile phones.
Whatever she did, she used to go to the bathroom, bathe, eat and even sleep with her cell phone.
But why is her phone so close to me?
I can’t see her people?
Where the hell is sister?
Does she want to play hide-and-seek with me like she did when she was a kid?
I didn’t think too much. Open the closet.
There’s no sister in the closet. There’s only a bunch of clothes.
I went down again and looked under the bed.
The bed is empty.
But strangely, the dust under the bedboard is not even and it is very messy.
Looks like someone’s been in there.
I’m trying to get in there and see what happens.
Quite a while ago, he tried to hold his breath, but he couldn’t keep it down.
Is it sister?
I’m losing my mind.
It’s just in a white bag in the nightstand, and it’s shaking.
My spirit is in the air.
There’s a big handbag on the cabinet.
But a normal person, even if he was cut to pieces by his back, could never fit in.
But instead, there was a breath in the bag…
Sister?
I took a deep breath and decided to approach the bag.
Next moment.
All I see is the laced end of a bag of copper and yellow, which spills over the thick hair of the pack…
It’s my sister’s hair!
But how could she put it in the bag?
My breath started rushing, cold sweating across my back.
At that time, a silent sound came.
The thick, weird hair fell on the ground.
Meanwhile.
The bag found a big, round head.
“Hip-Hop. I’m sorry.
He was laughter and staring at me with his white eyes.
“Aah!”
I was so scared I almost lost my voice.
His face is tumbling.
And the plume was so exaggerated that it looked like an invisible hand, pulling his face down.
“Hip-Hop. I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth, pulled his purse and stood up.
“Who are you?”
I couldn’t help but step back and scream.
This man looks strangely twisted.
He’s got an abnormal head, a big head, a small body, and looks like a malnourished three-year-old.
Sister…
His black eye was right at the same time, and he looked at me, and he looked right at me, and he said, “Take, hug, hip.” I’m sorry.
This scream awakened my memory of dust for a long time.
He’s… my twin brother.
My brother is a dwarf.
When he was five years old, he fell from the stairs, damaged his brain and led to a low IQ.
Mom and Dad thought that brother was a burden, so they gave him away.
I didn’t know he was back.
“Hov… hug. I’m sorry.
The brother reached out to me with a pair of short hands.
He was my twin brother, but I didn’t spend much time with him.
More than him, I miss my sister who grew up with me and disappeared.
Think of it, my nostrils start to sour.
Bang.
The sound of a single impact.
My brother suddenly opened his hands and came at me.
“Aah!”
I hit a sting, I lost my balance and fell to the ground.
In a moment, a stench of blood crawled into my nasal cavity.
I’m down.
I found my hands on my dark hair.
There’s blood in the hair.
My palms are covered in sticky black blood.
And.
A thin, blood-skinned tissue…
I feel creepy.
I’ve been with my sister for over a decade.
Sure, this must be sister’s hair.
Sister loves her hair.
She’ll be in pain for a long time even if she brushes off a hair.
But now the sister is gone.
And left a lump of blood-skinned hair…
Where’s my sister? I’m sorry.
I’m nervous.
“Where is my sister?” I’m sorry.
“Hov… hug. I’m sorry.
My brother didn’t answer me.
He’s like a giant spider who can’t get away with it, and he’s lying dead on me.
I began to hate him for no reason.
Say it!
And We pressed him against his shoulder, and some shouted at him madly: Where did you find this hair? I’m sorry.
“In… in…”
The brother was just about to give his address.
And all of a sudden, it’s like an irritating, crazy, yelling.
“Aah! Aah!
His face is twisted and he’s squeezing.
I thought he was scared to death, and I got emotional.
I let him go.
Be patient and say to him, “Brother, be good and tell my sister where you found this hair.” I’m sorry.
But his brother kept screaming.
I got angry again.
I was about to kill him, and I suddenly saw a man lying on the door not far from my eyes.
No, more specifically, on the head.
She’s my mom.
At this moment, her eyes are staring straight at her brother.
I’m a little confused.
Every time I get a good piece of leather, my mother’s on the production table and makes a bag of it all night.
But now she’s sneaking over the door and listening to my brother’s conversation?
“Aah! Aah!
My brother screamed louder than he screamed, stinging my eardrum.
The next moment, he’s like a snake, twisting his skinny body under the bedboard.
After hiding under the bed, he stopped screaming.
I suddenly understood.
His brother was screaming out of control not because I killed him, but because he saw my mother watching him.
But it’s weird.
My dad doesn’t ask questions about his family. He’s always working outside.
My brother’s a mother’s child. He can go home. She must have brought it back.
But why is he so afraid of Mom?
I’d like to ask my mother what happened.
But there’s no sign of Mom on the door.
Only four fingerprints with blood marks remain.
“Brother, why are you hiding inside? I’m sorry.
I tried to call him out.
But his brother was stubborn and, no matter what I said, he didn’t do anything.
I squeezed under the bed.
When I got in, I saw my brother hiding at the end of the bed.
He was shrunk and he looked at the door in the direction of the house.
He’s checking if Mom’s still listening at the door!
Big Sister…
When I came to see her, his brother stuttered and stammered, and said, “Big sister… she… she was skinned, she had a lot of bugs, she… her stomach was dying. I’m sorry.
I bite my lips dead and my heart is full of horror.
Everything’s really like I thought. My sister’s not missing. She’s really dead!
But how did she die?
Where are the bodies now?
Who took her skin again?
I was just about to ask, but my hand accidentally touched something that was soft and very flexible.
This thing looks like rotting meat, and it makes me feel wormed.
I got scared and turned on the flashlight on my phone.
The bright light flashes.
I see less than 10 centimeters from where I stand, with a pair of human eyes stained with blood…
“Aah!”
I can’t help it.
The light on the cell phone was shaking, so I noticed that my brother was holding a doll.
It’s sister’s doll.
It was wearing green clothes, red pants and two plumbtails with oil.
But it has no eyes in its eyes. It looks like a black hole.
I suppressed my nervous heart, but it was a little slow.
What I just saw was not human eyes, but doll eyes…
Brother, where did you see Big Sister? I’m sorry.
I tried to ignore dolls and ask questions.
But his brother did not react, and he was shaking again, with his hands dead and into the eyes of a doll.
I thought Mom was spying again.
So the subconscious looks outside the door.
There’s nobody outside the door.
But I see something even more appalling.
I’ve got my fingernails in my face.
These nails are of different sizes, some are whole, some are half-toothed and some even have blood on them.
Especially the whole nail, it’s two centimeters.
It looks like someone with a tiger plier, a hard-breeded from a finger!
I’m scared.
These are sister’s nails.
Sister has the habit of biting her fingernails.
She bites very hard, often bleeding between her hands and her teeth.
I asked my sister why she was so self-inflicted.
My sister never told me why.
I thought my sister was suffering from a disease similar to that of coercion.
But now I suddenly realize.
Sister bit off her nails and put them under the bedboard.
Pop.
All of a sudden, it’s coming.
Only the doll in the brother’s hand, whose eyes are empty and dark.
At the same time, its mouth is rigid and one by one, making a childish and sharp sound.
“I hurt, I really hurt! I’m sorry.
“Is it only when I die that I can be relieved? I’m sorry.
“No, I don’t want to die! I’m dead, she’ll skin me and burn my eyes and mouth with iron! I’m sorry.
This doll, sister never leaves.
So the voice in the doll’s mouth was recorded by my sister.
He’s sweaty and close from my back, wet through my clothes.
I’m starting to get scared.
Five of my family.
Dad, Mom, sister, me, brother.
Dad’s away, his brother’s a dwarf. They can’t hurt her.
And my sister and I are the best friends, and I can’t do anything to hurt her.
Well.
The only person who can skin his sister and burn her eyes and mouth with iron is his mother.
But why would Mom do that?
My sister is my mother’s daughter!
My heart starts to load.
He’s jumping, almost out of my chest!
“Brother. I’m sorry.
I hold my heart and my voice trembles: “It was my mother who skinted my sister, right? I’m sorry.
My brother still hasn’t responded to me.
He bowed his head and his teeth bit his wrist, but his mouth was still whispering.
Is Mom here?
I twist my head again.
And this moment, on the side of the bed, all over the face, all over it, and it’s full of blood.
It’s Mom’s face!
She was lying on the bedboard, looking down with her eyes and her mouth in a strange position, staring at me.
“Mom! Why did you suddenly come in here? I’m sorry.
I got a spasm and screamed.
My mother’s dark eyes turned strangely towards the right and the left.
She’s dumb: “Yo, come out, I want to give you a present. I’m sorry.
“What gift?”
I crawled out of the bed, but I accidentally got my head on the bedboard.
Hello.
A few moments later, the sound of the fingernails falling off.
My hair, my shoulder, my back, my body is covered with white and gray nails.
I’ve been sweating up and I’ve been so busy with these nails.
Next second I look at my mom.
When she saw a large piece of broken fingernails, the pupils shrunk.
But she’s still like no one else and has no face.
I started to fear my mom.
I’m starting to wonder if she really took my sister’s skin.
“Mom, this is sister’s nails. I’m sorry.
I tried to find out.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
My mom answered.
She pointed to her head, and the sound was cold: “You know, your sister is sick. I’m sorry.
What a mother!
It makes me sad and scared.
I know, my mom’s hiding something from me.
She’s like a devil in a smile mask.
But she’s the closest person to me.
“Mom, what are you giving me? I’m sorry.
I’m asking out loud.
This time.
A pair of cold black hands came out of the bed and grabbed my ankle.
Even though I knew there was a brother under the bed, I was scared.
I fell on the floor and looked at my brother.
From this point of view, my brother’s eyes were raised to me.
But this is getting worse.
At first sight, it was felt that his black pupils had fallen to the bottom of their eyes.
“The big sister has been skinned. I’m sorry.
My brother died with his hands on me.
“It’s Mom’s skin!” I’m sorry.
I had a chill.
Scrambling at Mom.
My mother can’t seem to see her brother or hear him.
There was no emotional fluctuations on her face.
But she grabbed my wrist.
She looked me in the eye and said, “Yo, you come out with me, come out, and you’ll see the gift. I’m sorry.
My mom used a lot of force, and it hurt.
I’d particularly like to get rid of her.
But on the face, I’m still quiet.
Mom’s a devil.
Now, I want to see what the devil is doing to me.
After leaving the room, we came to the living room.
The leather on the living room production table is no longer visible, with a white and white bag on it.
“This is for you. I’m sorry.
My mother put out her finger and said to me, “The hand parts of the bag can be changed. Do you want to use soft skin or a hard bone…”
Quilty, she’s stuck, laughing, “Do you want to use plastic synthetics? I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer.
My mom’s so mean.
She made a purse for years and never made a bag for me.
Besides, it’s rare for a bag of leather.
When Dad’s home, I see him almost once a year.
At that time, the leather I saw was very small.
Small enough to have two A4s so big.
And now.
And today, after Dad left, I saw a giant long leather.
I can’t believe Mom’s making this good stuff for me.
I think it’s weird and weird.
“Let’s use plastic synthetics. I’m sorry.
When I didn’t talk, my mother came to me, and she smiled at her mouth: “Soft skin, with something hard, it’s more expensive.” I’m sorry.
After that, she went into the basement of her home to collect the materials.
Mom said it was forbidden to let me and my sister into the basement.
But when I played hide and seek, I sneaked in before she noticed.
Various packages of raw materials are accumulated in the basements over the years.
Where the sky is dark, the air smells of corruption and blood.
I was young, I didn’t mean it.
But now I’m invisible.
Mom’s packs, mostly for man-made leather.
Man-made leather only smells like snotty plastic.
Instead, the smell of rotting blood…
I had a chill.
It started to feel like Mom really killed her sister.
Sister doesn’t look good. She plays with her cell phone every day.
She can’t work for her mother, but she’s like a moth that consumes her savings and food every day.
As a result, there is a high risk that this undisguised sister will be killed by her mother.
“No!”
“I don’t want to die!”
“I’m dead, she’ll skin me and burn my eyes and mouth with iron!” I’m sorry.
The voice of the sister was recorded again in the room.
My thoughts are struggling.
Mom hates her sister.
She killed her sister.
And I skinned my sister…
So I can’t leave Mom alone!
I headed for the basement.
As we stood at the door, We locked the door to the basement with great speed.
I don’t want this demon’s mother out before my sister’s whereabouts!
Then I went back to my room.
“Brother. I’m sorry.
And I looked down and looked at the bottom of the bed: “Will you tell me where my sister is?” I’m sorry.
The bed is empty.
Your brother’s not in there.
He should have crawled out a long time ago.
Under the bed, apart from a thin, messy nail, half of the dust is missing.
Brother, where are you?
I stood up, looked around and looked in the closet.
“Brother, don’t be afraid, I’m locking Mom up and you won’t see her again. I’m sorry.
Bump it.
The closet door was opened.
The clothes entangled on the floor.
But I still don’t see my brother.
I’m getting my eyebrow.
This is a small bedroom.
There’s only one closet, one bed, and a desk.
I’ve been looking for places to hide.
Why did your brother disappear?
I’m unconsciously looking at the bag in the nightstand.
It’s dry and dry.
I don’t spare any containers that can hide people, looking around.
But there’s still no sign of his brother.
He’s gone.
It’s like it’s never happened.
This idea, scared me.
Because I suddenly think of a terrible fact.
My brother was under the bed, grabbed my ankle with his hands and said that when she took my sister’s skin, she didn’t react.
Mom looked like she didn’t see his brother or hear him.
You know.
My brother is seriously denigrating Mom.
As a normal person, Mom doesn’t care if she doesn’t do it.
Her first reaction should be a rebuttal, a justification or even a reprimand.
But Mom didn’t react.
Unless…
I’m starting to feel numb.
Unless the brother dies.
Only when he died would Mom not see him, and there would be no reaction.
Brother! I’m sorry.
I shouted, and tried to break my terrible conjecture with it: “Come out!” I’m sorry.
But my brother didn’t respond to me, the whole house was terriblely quiet.
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
There was a sudden, violent knock in the basement.
“Open the door!”
The sound of my mother hitting like a beast.
The big iron door in the basement was locked and shaking.
I had the courage to approach, “Mom, did you kill my sister?” I’m sorry.
Knock on the door and my mom’s screams stopped.
Once again, the whole house returned to the strange silence.
Say, did you kill your sister? I’m sorry.
I’m asking out loud.
Creaking.
The sharp sound of a finger scratching on an iron doorboard.
“Open the door. I’m sorry.
My mom stopped growling, and she said one word.
Her voice is like a gruesome from hell.
“You really killed my sister! I’m sorry.
My mom didn’t answer, and she didn’t mean to prove she killed and skinned.
Tears came out of my eyes.
I don’t have any hesitation, take out the phone and get ready to call the police.
And then I found out there was no signal.
How did this happen?
You know, I called a while ago!
I’m getting out of the house, looking for a signal.
“Jake. I’m sorry.
Suddenly, my mother’s voice came from behind me.
She’s very close to me.
It’s like she’s standing behind me, stomping her feet and coming close to me.
I’m horrified.
Subconscious back.
This moment, I saw a face with a head on top and eyes open!
Such a sharp visual shock that softened my legs and sat down.
I can’t believe I’m looking at my mom.
How did she get out?
I locked her in the basement!
“You think you can lock me up?”
My mother bowed her waist and pulled her face a little bit closer to me: “I’m Jade, I’m your mother. How can you do this to me? I’m sorry.
I’m shaking and I’m going back.
“Why don’t you talk?” I’m sorry.
“Didn’t you always want to know where your sister is?” I’m sorry.
“I tell you, she.”
My mother grew her voice, and the curvature of her mouth was growing: “She was burned with water and skinned.” I’m sorry.
“Your sister is really a big one. I’m sorry.
“This big skin, I peeled it so hard, and she was just dying, and the nerves were unconsciously twisted. I’m sorry.
“This skin, I’m not even full. I’m sorry.
I’m pale, only my heart is stunned.
“Why did you kill my sister? I’m sorry.
Tears have blurred my eyes.
I was afraid and angry: “She is your own daughter.” I’m sorry.
“Do you know how to raise pigs? I’m sorry.
My mom was like a tiger with her hands under my ribs.
She looked me in the eye.
I saw my panic and cowardice in her dark pupils.
“The pigs will be killed when they grow and grow from an early age. I’m sorry.
My mother licked her tongue and said, “Kill the pigs and sell them, and then she can raise another pile of pigs.” I’m sorry.
I’m all numb and hot.
Mom never wanted to see her.
That’s because she treats her sister like a pig.
When a pig grows up, he can kill the skin.
“Why are you skinning your sister? I’m sorry.
I was shaking, but I couldn’t help but ask.
“Be a bag. I’m sorry.
My mother pointed to the grey bag on the production table, which was gruesome and greedy: “There’s always no price for a human purse on the market. I’m sorry.
“You’re crazy!”
I came out of fear.
I always knew my mom was greedy.
She was still terrified to hear that she was a handbag for money.
“How could I be mad? I’m sorry.
My mom looked so excited, she had red eyes and greedy.
“You and your sister are not of my own blood. I bought you, just to wait for you to grow up and skin you.” I’m sorry.
When she spoke, she touched my skin in inch with those tiny fingers.
“Your skin is not as white as your sister’s. I’m sorry.
Her fingers were like thin feet, and the place she touched gave me a creep.
Go away!
I was stretching my foot to kick her.
The next moment she pulled a wire line out of her body.
“O Yu, I wanted to keep you. I’m sorry.
My mom pulled the rope off, and she smiled: “But now there’s a client who’s asking for a bag, so I’ll have to take you to the west.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt in your neck in a few minutes. I’m sorry.
At this moment, I wonder why my body is like a condensed body that can’t move.
That terrible white line will be tied to my neck.
Just as I was about to die this thousand times.
A little hand is pulling my back clothes.
He was weak, but I was awakened.
I feel my body’s blood is like a flood of broken doors, pouring into my limbs.
I stood up and reacted with great speed to the room behind me.
The door was closed and locked.
Bang bang!
I just came in, and there was the sound of knocking.
“You can’t escape. I’m sorry.
My mom kicked the door hard.
In the gap under the door, the tip of her shoes in red shoes was frequently revealed.
My heart is pounding.
My mom’s right.
I can’t escape.
This home is built on the middle of the desert.
It takes ten minutes to drive the nearest person.
So how am I supposed to escape the attack of a murderer like the Majis?
What do I do?
Waiting to die?
Just as I looked in the house and tried to find a weapon to kill me, I suddenly saw an extra hand standing under the bed.
It’s like this little hand is growing on the floor, shaking a little bit.
I took a breath.
Is this your brother’s hand?
Because these little hands are tanned and don’t look like dead.
But I can’t see a limb other than a tiny hand.
Buzz!
The sound of a jigsaw gear buzzed outside the door.
“Jake, get out of there or Mom will cut your head off with a saw.” I’m sorry.
Hissing.
The doors were slit.
On the gap, it’s a cold, sharp tooth saw.
I’m so nervous I can barely breathe.
Sister! I’m sorry.
Get down!
Cold and cold, my brother’s out.
Turns out there’s a hole under the bed to hide people.
I didn’t hesitate to get in there.
I just found out that it’s not empty, it’s a secret passage.
It’s like he’s been using it a lot. He’s got his car on the switch and closed it.
And when the board closes, darkness and serenity shall cover my eyes and ears.
I can’t see anything, I can’t hear my mom out there with the horrors of chainsaws.
“Follow me.”
In the dark, the brother squeezed my hand.
I couldn’t help but follow him.
It’s not a very big tunnel, it’s more than a blade for my brother, but I have to bend down and do my best.
My five senses don’t work here.
I feel like I’m going down there.
Turning around, I accidentally fell.
“Look out! I’m sorry.
My brother caught me, but I was heavier than him, and he fell into my arms.
He’s close enough to make me smell blood.
I bite my lips: “Where are we going, brother?” I’m sorry.
“Get away from Mom. I’m sorry.
My brother’s voice, like a ghost, came towards me.
Jomo left five minutes later.
The brother opened a door.
Then I found me under a bed in the basement.
Boom, boom.
A drop of liquid fell on my head from the bedbed.
I reached out and wiped.
But I felt the slime blood in my hand.
This, liquid, is blood.
My brother crawled out of the bed first.
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it.
I turned on the phone.
With dark light on the screen, I saw a body lying on the bed in front of me.
The body was blood-stained and obese and covered in dark yellow fat.
My pupils are shrunk.
This body is my sister!
Right now, she’s got no skin, no hair.
She’s just a bloody corpse.
I feel suffocated from my throat.
“We may need to stay here for a while. I’m sorry.
My brother stood by me and he continued, “This is the basement of the basement, and I don’t think Mom would have found it. I’m sorry.
I was just looking around.
It turns out there’s a difference between here and the basement I came to when I was a kid.
It’s smaller here.
Just one bed.
In addition to a skin-skinned body, there are many skin-skinning tools, scissors, knives, large needles…
“How did you find this place? I’m sorry.
I’m not asking.
When I asked, I suddenly found something wrong.
My brother seems so normal when he talks.
But the impression he had given me was that he was a five-year-old, retarded dwarf.
As if my brother knew my doubts, he lamented and whispered: “As I was five years old, my older sister pushed me down the stairs with her own hand. I was hurt, but I had no problem with my intelligence.” I’m sorry.
“But I don’t want to stay at home, my sister despises me, she’s bad for me, she’s trying to hurt me all the time, and I’d rather leave than stay here. I’m sorry.
And his brother laughed at himself: “So I deliberately pretended to fall, and my mind didn’t work, so my parents threw me to someone else.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk, I just wiped the blood on my hands.
But in my heart, I’m in shock at my brother’s intelligence and fate.
When he was five years old, he could leave the family to pretend to be retarded.
I coughed a few times to wait for my brother to continue.
But he was also silent.
His eyes were staring at me with no cover.
“You’ve been trying to get out of here, but why now? I’m sorry.
‘Cause of you.
The voice of the younger brother, with the dry mute of a mature man, came from a tiny body that was not long enough for me.
“Sister, I miss you.”
After that he suddenly grabbed my hand and said again, “Sister, I miss you, so I came back.” I’m sorry.
And We took it out of his hands in panic.
Nobody knows.
Actually, I also have plaza phobia.
I’m even more afraid of crowds and noises than my sister.
The reason is simple.
When I was a kid, my mom and dad used to beat up and sneak out of my sister.
Mom and Dad beat up my sister and they keep threatening me.
Said the girls were going out to play, and the people outside would kill her.
It’s been a long time before she dares to go out.
What she does every day is combing her hair, playing with her starter or talking with her doll.
And I, under the influence of my sister.
No, it’s because my parents beat up my sister, and I’m not happy to leave the house.
“You don’t want to go? I’m sorry.
“You don’t want to go, so I won’t go.” I’m sorry.
Yeah.
We can never stay in this basement.
I was silent for a long time and suddenly said, “We have to kill Mom.” I’m sorry.
“Only Mom died. We can live in this house. I’m sorry.
I said to my brother.
My brother’s face is weird.
It’s like joy, it’s like trouble.
He said, “She’s our mother. I’m sorry.
“No, she just adopted me. She’s not my mother. I’m sorry.
And We cried, “She is greedy; if I did not kill her, she would skin me alive like my sister.” I’m sorry.
Pop!
Suddenly.
The sound of a weight drops off my words.
I was in a hurry to use my cell phone to light up heavy matter.
This… this is a corpse!
This is Dad’s body!
Dad looks dead not long ago.
His skin was black and gray, but it was still slightly elastic.
I pressed my heart and tried not to see him.
But I couldn’t control my eyes, I looked at him.
There’s a hole in his toes, and it’s small, and it’s a flat line, like a knife.
He had a thin wire around his neck and was hanging on the ceiling.
But somehow, the ceiling nail was loose, and he fell.
I also saw that his eyes were as wide as his mouth and seemed to be dead.
“Mom killed Dad. I’m sorry.
My brother held my shivering shoulder, but his voice was not sad: “Mother hangs his father, probably wants to dry his father, then skin him in a bag.” I’m sorry.
“Why would Mom kill Dad? I’m sorry.
I asked, “How did Dad suddenly come back when he had worked outside for years? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
Brother shakes his head.
“Do you really not know? I’m sorry.
When I changed my normal, I suddenly pushed my brother away.
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
My brother punched in, he reached out to me and tried to come near me.
But I was staring at him.
“Daddy came back last night. I’m sorry.
And I sat on the couches, and grabbed the scissors on them without touching them, and said aloud: He was not one of them; he came with you. I’m sorry.
My brother’s face has changed.
He stares at me with his eyes closed to death: “How do you know? I’m sorry.
“I know not only when you came back, but also how your sister died. I’m sorry.
In my brother’s frowned eyebrow and twisted face, I said, “Son, you killed my sister.” I’m sorry.
“You’re really good. I’m sorry.
“You crawled on your sister’s neck like a dog and cut her throat with a knife. I’m sorry.
The face of his brother looks even stronger.
He covered his neck and breathed: “How do you know? Have you not fallen asleep?”
“I should have been asleep. I’m sorry.
“It’s a shame I didn’t drink my mom’s sleeping pills. I’m sorry.
I closed my eyes, remembering what happened last night, and I felt just a bit of a stomach attack.
“So I know all the dirty things that happened last night. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Last night, I thought it was the darkest night of my life.
Last night, Mom was excited.
She did not want to beat and insult her sister as usual.
Instead, a very good dinner has been prepared.
But she looks pale and looks like the dying man who’s about to be beheaded.
I asked sister what happened.
Sister doesn’t talk, just crying with a doll.
Sister has a habit.
She talks to dolls when she’s in pain.
Inside the doll, I installed a recording monitor.
I turned on the wire and heard my sister crying.
Sister said, “Dad’s coming, I’m pulling my nails again. I’m sorry.
I didn’t understand what that meant.
Until 8:00, when Mom brought me a glass of water, I began to figure out why.
Every time Dad’s home.
Mom always gives me water and I sleep till dawn.
Last night I threw up the water.
But I’m going to sleep in my eyes as usual.
Around 8:30.
I heard the door open.
I heard Dad say to Mom that it’s no longer the time, and that girls become expensive and can’t buy them.
Mom wasn’t happy. She said I thought you’d bring some leather, and I’ve prepared some food for you.
I heard my brother talking.
He said he didn’t like it outside.
He said the outside world despised him.
He likes to stay home.
Like being with me.
Around 9:00.
Dad went into my bedroom.
He used his rough, big hand to rub it on my thigh.
That moment.
He’s not my dad.
He became the devil.
I’m scared.
But the body is so stiff that it can’t move.
Then.
The brother showed up.
I thought my brother was my salvation.
But he’s the devil too.
He said sister is mine.
Then.
Dad’s hand left my leg.
And then.
I heard a sad cry from my sister in the next room.
Sister cried and said, “Please, Dad, don’t hurt me!
Dad’s response was the rude sound of a belt whip.
Dad raped my sister.
And every time Dad hurts his sister, she cuts off her fingernails and embeds them under the bed.
The thick nails under the bed are proof of Dad’s work with the animals.
Dad’s an animal.
It’s a perfect animal.
In his eyes, she’s a pig.
The pig’s worth is what he raped.
Around 9:40.
Dad’s back in my room again.
He told his brother to take my video and sell it.
Brother won’t.
My brother said I was alone.
“Yo Yu is not yours! I’m sorry.
Sister screamed, she came to me, pulled my hand, woke me up, ran.
Sister.
I’ve actually been awake.
I can’t escape.
I have plaza phobia.
And I can’t escape these two demons.
I can only endure fear and keep my eyes closed.
Sister pulled me harder.
My brother is impatient.
He jumped from the bed, riding on her neck.
Slit her throat.
Sister’s hot blood spilled on my face.
Sister’s dead.
Dad’s angry.
That means he’s missing a pig.
He said I should have given it to my brother, and now he’s gonna take it.
His brother killed Red Eye and he was angry.
My brother put a knife on Dad’s back while Dad wasn’t paying attention.
Dad’s screaming.
But his scream was far worse than his sister’s humiliation.
Daddy called Mom to teach him a lesson.
But my brother is mother’s.
And my brother was out there for years, and my mother couldn’t help him.
My brother is a ruthless man.
He doesn’t want Dad to take me.
So he told Mom that Dad was gonna kill him.
So, the baby nurse’s mom, she put her little wire around Dad’s neck.
Dad’s dead.
He looked up in his eyes and wondered why he died in the hands of his wife and son.
For two more bodies.
Mom wasn’t scared.
She’s a greedy man for money.
She was very pleased with the arrival of the two bodies.
She said that two large bags had been booked.
Dad’s and sister’s bodies, they’ll make a bag.
Last night.
Mom’s been working all night to skin my sister’s skin and dry dad’s body.
Last night.
I lie in bed, I’m afraid, I just want revenge…
I woke up early in the morning and found my sister missing in the next bedroom.
I pretended to be overslept and didn’t know anything about it. Where’s my sister?
Mom made her fresh handbags without an expression.
I don’t know.
“You know what happened last night. So what? I’m sorry.
Mother’s voice like a ghost.
I looked up and found out she was in this basement somehow.
“My son loves you. I wanted to treat you like my daughter-in-law. I’m sorry.
She looked me in the eye: “I even wanted to give you a very expensive handbag as a gift. I’m sorry.
And suddenly she looked down and laughed, “But you, you’re so ungrateful. I’m sorry.
“Mom! I like her!”
The brother suddenly shouted.
In this dark basement, he looks like an ugly reptile.
He came to me slowly: “When I left this house, I found everyone loathing me. I’m sorry.
“Only you, but you don’t hate me.” I’m sorry.
“I like you, I want to be with you. I’m sorry.
“So long as you’re with me, I can always give you your cell phone and let you lie in your own room and play the starter without fear. I’m sorry.
I laughed.
It’s really cheap.
But she said yes.
So sister became raped and humiliated pig.
But I’m not.
I’m a man, I’m a man!
“I told you, she doesn’t know. I’m sorry.
“Son, if you have money, you can’t find a woman.” In my opinion, it’s better to make her a bag. I’m sorry.
While she was talking, she walked towards me with a thin line: “O Jade, this time you will not escape.” I’m sorry.
I ignore Mom and stare at my brother.
“I have one last question. I’m sorry.
I said, “You can take me directly, but why didn’t you, and you saved me from my mother again and again? I’m sorry.
“I’m not Dad. I’m sorry.
“I want to be nice to you and to make you depend on me.” I’m sorry.
Right now, I just want to vomit.
I have no dependence on him, but an endless repulsion.
“Come on, cut it out. I’m sorry.
My mother was impatient to dump the rope, and she went to her brother and said, “It’s exhausting to play with you. I’m sorry.
“You’re supposed to be as tough as your father. Look at your sister. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “But I’m not a sister. I’m sorry.
I guess I’m a little out of my mind.
“I put sleeping pills in your breakfast, and you think you can protect yourself with that ridiculous scissors?” I’m sorry.
I gently said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
Thirty seconds later.
Mom fainted.
When I saw my mother faint, my brother panicked, he fell on his mother’s face and shouted at her.
And I looked down upon him: “You are of age, but you are a milked child, and you seek your mother for everything.” I’m sorry.
“What did you do to my mother? I’m sorry.
Face a dwarf, I don’t care.
I shrugged my shoulder and said, “I just gave her a sleeping pill to eat her. I’m sorry.
Ten minutes later.
I crawled out of the bedboard in the basement.
Back in the big hall, I spit my breath out.
Actually, I’ve always known that my dad was not right about me.
Whenever Dad’s home, there’s always a red mark on my skin.
But I feel very strange.
When I sleep, my doors and windows are closed.
How could Dad come in?
I didn’t understand anything until my brother took me to the tunnel under the bedbed.
Fifteen minutes later.
A police car sounded a siren.
I gave the police the dolls with the recording.
The voice of the doll is no longer childish and has been switched to the original.
In the sound, a word came from the brother’s murder, and the mother told me about the whole process of making adult bags.
Eventually.
Mom and his brother were sentenced to death.
After that.
I’m a fatherless, motherless, sisterless child.
The shrink I got from the police asked me if you’d be scared to live alone in a world of plaza phobia?
I shook my head and said not to be afraid.
I guess I’m really not scared.
My home, even if it could give me a room to shelter me, could not change the fact that it was a murderous skin-skinting hole.
And now I’m in the popular world.
Although, every inch of this land, every place I’m strange.
But, I know, this place is where the law shines.
So I’m not afraid, I feel warm. Case number: YXX1lRBz0dgTYDZ58AzCM1Mb
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
