What’s the most creepy thing you’ve ever seen?
What’s the most creepy thing you’ve ever seen?
Liu Fatty, my fingerprints lock can also lose the code.
My husband was very busy and occasionally came back after midnight.
One night I ordered delivery at home, and the delivery was kept in the living room watching TV. I heard strange voices outside the door later. From the cat’s eye, the salesman is still at the door. It was a few minutes before I closed the door.
I was so nervous that I was thinking, “Is it the outsider not at the door playing games?”
Then! Next night! I’m home by myself.
There’s a knock at twelve o’clock! I saw a man with a helmet in his eyes, shit! It was cold and sweaty. The man’s voice is boring. Tell me he’s delivering.
♪ ♪ ♪ I’ll see you later ♪
I didn’t order anything! My husband is not home yet. You can’t order takeout?
Tell him I didn’t order a delivery with my husband. The guy took out the phone, “Oh, oh, you’re over there. There’s been a mistake,” and he just left.
The cat’s eye can see only a little bit. I saw him go that way down the stairs, and I didn’t dare open the door to see if he was actually delivering to the neighbor’s house.
That’s when I was scared, and I didn’t expect the third day to come.
Almost two in the morning, and suddenly someone knocked on the door, and I didn’t wake up the dead fat guy.
Boo! Go and see!
Another man with no face.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
The next day I told my husband that if you fix it, you won’t have another knock tonight and I’m leaving.
I’ve been looking for property to communicate with.
Never again.
I still don’t know if they’re really giving the wrong takeout or not.
But the fear of a helmet man knocking on the door in the middle of the night really played terror.
Lakes a strange crawler.
I remember when I was in elementary school, and I was in my bedroom with my mom, watching the love apartment. It was late on the computer. About 2:00 or 3:00? And then we saw him when we pulled the curtains to bed.
Turning first to the geographical location of my family, since my city is a mountain city, and the entire city is in a very different terrain, there will be a lot of houses, like Chongqing, stretching out of the middle floor with a bridge to the main road. So the first floor is actually on the negative floor, and the middle floor is the first floor. My house is on the bottom floor, up on the fifth floor, on the main road, up on the second floor. And right next to the main road, you can see the whole road.
This floor is an awkward one, because he’s just about as high as a street light, and that light goes straight into our bedroom at night, and the curtains are very bright, so it’s important to pull the curtains at night.
That’s when my mom was pulling curtains to bed, and she suddenly saw a guy crawling on the road, and she said to me, “Look, that guy’s weird. Why is he climbing?”
I went to the window, and I saw a man, on four feet, crawling along the road.
Watch your back! That’s the weirdest place for him! We know that human limbs are much longer than their front limbs, so people generally crawl on their knees and then with their hands and knees. But this man is on his feet! His knee was slightly bent, but the back of the body was still plumb, and then his hands and feet went forward.
And he’s crawling slow! Because he acts a little, like an animal. He threw his two hands out on the ground, followed by his two feet quickly, much like a mammal running with his legs. But the whole is less coordinated, because the human structure cannot be coordinated with this.
My mom and I just watched him climb away.
Strangely enough, I felt so new, I was not afraid, I was too young to wake up to the strange fear.
I had to tell my friends about it every time he talked to them about the Viper God, because he was so real and weird, and I still remember that scene, but I don’t know if my mom remembers asking her about Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Some people say ostrich meat tastes like human meat. I thought it was just hearsay, until Kunming went missing more than 80 teenagers, and a vendor selling ostrich meat became a suspect…
I’m sorry.
Everything has to start in 2012. In May, 12 years later, a case of shock to the whole country caused a wave of violence in Kunming.
More than 80 teenagers disappeared from their homes and never returned.
One year, two years and three years, the local police were unable to find a person, and the family had so little to raise.
Families of missing juveniles have no means of seeking help from journalists but jointly at the initiative of the leader. It is hoped that this will attract the attention of the general public and help them find their missing children.
The headlines were accompanied by a grey and white photograph of several middle-aged people with dead faces looking for people and looking through the lens.
They look as if every ditch on their faces was exhausted after losing their children.
Photos of their children were posted on the search for persons, some of whom had been missing for several years and were probably no longer alive.
It wasn’t easy that year, black factories, human trafficking, street fights… too many reasons for not coming back.
This is so shocking because the number of disappearances of juveniles is so high.
There are 80 kids in Jinning County! What a sadistic criminal.
“Bullshit! What’s the police doing in Jinning County? Team Liu, you’re taking someone over now. I’m sorry.
“and Zhang, you’ve had a hard trip. I’m sorry.
In an office in the provincial hall, the old leader was dazzling and, if he had not been on the headlines, they did not know that such an impact had occurred within their jurisdiction.
The provincial departments were very efficient, and the criminal expert working groups were formed on the day of the incident, as well as the case inspectorates travelled to the area to investigate.
Two.
In the Jinning County town police station.
The local director smiled in the face and watched two teams in the room.
“Thank you for your hard work, this is a small place, and I ask for your forgiveness. I’m sorry.
The young officer, Liu, is said to be the youngest criminal investigator in the provincial hall. He was the one who couldn’t afford to mess with the older officers.
The provincial council sent two teams this time, which seems to have been clarified.
The police chief laughed even more.
“You’re welcome, we’ve just arrived to investigate the case in Jinning’s territory, and we need your cooperation. I’m sorry.
Officer Liu is very polite. Inspector Zhang is not that good.
“We need to work together. We’ve lost 80 kids. It’s good to keep it a secret. I’m sorry.
Such an important case is not reported to the Provincial Department, which is known through the headlines.
And whosoever is driven by the pressure of public opinion and rushed towards him, he shall not be pleased.
Sir, please show me the lady. I’m sorry.
Inspector Liu did not show the Director the same look as Inspector Zhang, and the unit has something to do with the unit, and they are here to solve the case.
“All right, Cho, come and lead the way. I’m sorry.
When it comes to that key person, Ms. Cheng, the director’s teeth are almost broken, but in the face of the leadership of the Department, he can only laugh.
Civilian police Zhou will lead the team.
This Ms. Cheng is not a simple person, but she’s the reason why this is so big, it’s because of her.
Officer Liu knocked on the door, pushed the door into it, and a woman who looked like a bitch looked up and looked up.
Unlike the perceived strength, she seemed in a very poor state, with no sharp picture of her son looking for someone.
“Hello, I’m a police officer from the provincial department who wants to know about your son’s disappearance. I’m sorry.
Officer Liu laughed politely and sat across from Ms. Cheng.
“Policies sent by provincial authorities. I’m sorry.
The woman murmurs, repeats, and looks up and looks at the civilian police officers standing at the door and looks hostile.
Officer Liu was aware of what he had done and suggested that his men would take Cho out, leaving only a few people in the house, in a peaceful atmosphere.
“Now you have something to say. I’m sorry.
In the eyes of the police officers, Ms. Cheng took a deep breath and returned to his seat like a detour.
“My son is missing. I suspect something happened to him. I’m sorry.
3
It started a few days ago.
On the morning of April 25th, as usual, Han went by bus to work.
Upon arrival at the site, the site leader discovered that one document was missing, so he asked Han to go back to the dormitory and pick up a document, which would take approximately 20 minutes for the entire journey.
But until the afternoon, Han had not returned.
No phone calls, no text messages, no contact. The dormitories were not present, the site was not returned and the living disappeared.
“I asked his workmate, and that morning he was seen in the dormitory to pick up the documents and cut the road back to the site. I’m sorry.
They didn’t get back to work until the second morning, they realized the problem and they didn’t come back.
People searched the dormitories, dirt roads, construction sites, and not even a shadow of Korea. Some Korean worker couldn’t reach his mother, Ms. Cheng.
Speaking of which, Ms. Cheng has a bitter smile on her face.
She didn’t realize then that her son might never come back.
On April 28th, the family of one of the Koreans went to check his phone card and found that the last call was made in the morning of 25.
The phone call was made by one of Han’s classmates, who said that the signal was bad, that the two had spoken and died, and that no contact had been made since.
“So you called the police. What did the local police say? I’m sorry.
A simple case report, which Officer Liu had read, raised the issue.
“Well, they said they’d help me find my son, but none of them came back after all these years. I’m sorry.
Women’s faces were sarcastic and desperate, “They asked me to wait, and I asked them if they could find their missing children. Nobody answered me. I’m sorry.
Ms. Cheng did not wait for her death and, after learning of the disappearance of several children in the area, her family knocked on the door.
At first, no one made a good look at her and came to the house and took her scars out of the house and salinized her.
One asked how the child had disappeared, one was thrown out of the house, and Ms. Cheng never gave up.
Maybe God can’t see it anymore. She finally has a breakthrough.
As a result of the investigation, Ms. Cheng found that the number of missing children in those years was alarming, with young boys of all colours.
Like Han, he went missing near the door to his home.
Nobody came back.
So she found the reporter and convinced the parents to put a handprint together and sign.
Officer Liu seemed to see how the mother, with tears in her eyes, opened the closed house of the residents and pleaded with her full voice.
“I did it. You guys are here. I’m sorry.
One of Han’s mothers held Officer Liu’s hand, but she didn’t have much glamorous face, “Please find my son. I’m sorry.
“Whether it’s life or death, don’t leave the child alone. I’m sorry.
The house was silent. After a long time, Officer Liu opened his mouth and said, “It will be found. I’m sorry.
4
According to statistics, 10 people are missing in Jinjin Town, Jinning County, Kunming City. They’re Cheong, Chen, Xie and Li. Except for a 40-year-old man, the other is the oldest, 22 and the youngest 12 years old…
Police officers on the stage are working on the case, and Officer Liu is thinking about something.
“Han is missing in this area. I’m sorry.
Officer Liu drew a section on the village map with a pen, as well as around the site of the disappearance.
As a result of the investigation, more than a dozen juveniles disappeared in this area. However, little attention had been paid in previous years because of the slight difference in time and place of disappearance.
“It is true that several young people have disappeared in this part of Korea, but it is uncertain where most of them have disappeared. I’m sorry.
Of the dozens who disappeared, very few could be identified.
“The investigation of all suspicious acts and persons with previous convictions in the vicinity of the village began at the centre of a missing site in Korea. I’m sorry.
Several photographs were placed on the table and the criminal police unit was split up into teams to be watched.
It is likely that those who have been able to repeat their crimes in the same location for many years, and who have been able to do so in a consistent manner, are from their village and even know each other.
Three men were singled out in several photographs, all of whom had their lives on their backs as the focus of the investigation.
“Be careful not to panic, with the main objective of saving the missing, and report back to the team as soon as they are discovered. I’m sorry.
The task force members stand up and act.
Officer Liu, you stay. I’m sorry.
Before leaving the house, Inspector Zhang stopped and the two went to a remote corner.
He has other ideas about this case.
“I think we should expand the search, looking from the village alone could delay the rescue. I’m sorry.
Inspector Zhang worked from the grass-roots level, and many of the most important cases were solved when he was young.
He believes that the disappearance of more than 80 young people over the years is unlikely to be a simple serial killing.
What kind of murderer can kill over 80 people for years, where can he hide so many bodies? A yard can’t be buried.
“I suspect that this is a large-scale, organized and premeditated kidnapping, that there may well be accomplices in the village, that we should go door to door and look into the improper financing of everyone. I’m sorry.
It wasn’t the time when information technology was in such circulation that you wanted to look into a person who, via the Internet, could have taken out your underwear.
“Your opinion I will take. I’m sorry.
However, the task force has a limited staff and has always focused on a particular focus.
It is clear that Inspector Liu and Inspector Zhang have different ideas as to whether they are the main investigators of former perpetrators in the village, or whether they are large-scale searches for black kilns where young people are captured as black labourers.
A few days of investigation also saw minor frictions between the Task Force and the Inspectorate.
Fortunately, Officer Liu has also identified his own target.
5
During the investigation, one person, Zhang Yong-ming, was brought to the attention of the police.
Zhang Yong-ming, from Jin-mun Village, 56 years old, had a previous murder history.
In December 1974, young Zhang Yong-ming invited his few friends to spend the night at home and massacred at night.
The police officers of the unit found Luichi, who, according to his description, did not have any conflict with Zhang Yong-ming that night, and even had a good time.
“I slept until midnight, and I felt sore, and I opened my eyes and he cut me with a knife. I’m sorry.
Zhang Yong-ming tied up his limbs while his friends were sleeping. A few knives were found in the neck of a certain land, and there are still scars.
At that time, he was rescued with blood, after a terrible cry had awakened his parents.
I didn’t think Zhang Yongmingdi, who had been tied up by many people, was sleeping and not trying to kill himself.
Luichi said that he had not dared to go to Zhang’s house for years since then and that he would never forget Zhang’s look that night with his knife.
According to the Panel, of the few identified suspects, Zhang is the most suspected.
One officer stood up: “Lao team, I applied to search Zhang’s Yongming house. I’m sorry.
Halfway through the meeting, the door was opened and Officer Cho ran in fast.
“A missing person has escaped, Team Liu, and the black kiln has captured them! I’m sorry.
I’m not sure.
It was a young man named Rai who escaped, the only children who had had the privilege of coming back after so many years of disappearance.
Following his disappearance, his family also approached him and, like the missing children in the area, did not hear from him.
According to Mr. Ray, in the afternoon of the incident, he was taken hostage by a van on the side of the road when he walked by the street.
“They have long knives in their hands. I can’t run. I’m sorry.
Ray was dragged into a van with a collar, and he was held hostage by two tall men and driven by a strong man.
They took people to a compound and threatened Ray to work for them, from 8 a.m. to 12 noon, without pay or rest.
However, when the hands and feet were slow enough, the same young people held there told him that those who did not listen would be killed.
The men at the black kiln threatened to kill the whole family if they dared to run.
Ray didn’t go home immediately after he ran away, in fear of causing trouble to his family.
It has been reported that the provincial city sent the Monitoring Group and did not come out until a few days later.
“Professor, please protect me, there’s a lot of people being held there besides me, all tied up. I’m sorry.
According to Ray, most of the kidnapped workers are in their early 20s, eating all but white noodles and soup.
Several big boys were squeezed into little black rooms, and the black kilns never treated them as human beings.
Even if he escaped, Ray would not have forgotten that day, he could not sleep every day, and once the lights were off, he could not help but whisper and feared that someone would find revenge.
“Thank you for your cooperation. Don’t worry. The police will protect you and your family. I’m sorry.
Finally, progress was made in the case, when the police launched a police operation to encircle the black kiln factory, rescue the abducted workers and investigate the criminal offence.
The boss was arrested, and more than a dozen hit men were arrested.
The owner of the black factory is a 40-year-old middle-aged man who doesn’t seem to look at him.
In recent years, he has been secretly manipulating the forces of darkness and kidnapping young people as workers in the black brick factory.
The local population is not necessarily aware of the existence of a black kiln, but on the one hand of its location and on the other hand of its anger, it is allowed to do so.
The missing teenagers had finally been rescued from their homes, many parents had not seen their children for several years and had seen each other again, crying over their heads.
For the police, the latter investigation of missing persons is also a problem.
The number of missing young people who died as a result of their abduction, the number of young people who were rescued and the number of young people who were displaced from their homes are a heavy workload.
The fact that information technology was not well developed in that year, combined with a longer interval between years, did not allow for one-on-one precision.
Officer Liu lit a cigarette by the window and his eyebrow was locked, and the extraordinary disappearance appeared to have ended, but he always felt something was missing.
He didn’t see Han-yu among the rescued youths. Did Han-yu and Ray-you escape early?
Officer Liu’s heart is a little restless.
7
After an investigation, the police found that many of the disappeared juveniles had not returned.
According to incomplete statistics, at least 10 young people with family names, including Han, have disappeared completely.
The police questioned the criminals who had been arrested from the black factory, took out a search for the missing juveniles and compared the photographs, and the owners of the black factory and the batterers said they had not seen them.
Are there more than 10 people missing?
Police Officer Liu and Inspector Zhang believed that there were two possibilities, either the juveniles were dead, and the men in the black factory did not increase their sentences for their crimes, which was concealed by the same calibre.
Or the disappearance of more than 10 teenagers has nothing to do with the black factory.
Inspector Zhang preferred the 1st and Officer Liu preferred the 2nd.
Officer Liu ‘ s eyes were placed on the suspect ‘ s profile before the table.
He promised to help her find her son.
I want to see people. I want to see bodies. Since this started with the disappearance of Korea, it is hoped that it will end with finding Korea.
After a discussion of the case, the police returned to the police and carried out extensive raids on the homes and surrounding fields of several suspects who had been previously investigated.
If nothing were to be found this time, it might be true that the black kiln had been used to close this large-scale disappearance case.
“Captain, there’s something here! I’m sorry.
At the suspect ‘ s home, the police found documents such as the missing Korean cell phone and bank card, and there was a large quantity of fresh and unknown meat frozen in the freezer.
In addition, the police dug up 10 large black bags in Yongmingda.
The lid contains human bones and skulls with varying levels of decay.
The suspect, Zhang Yong-ming, was arrested by fire.
The villagers who received the news immediately surrounded the field with water, the bags were loaded into the car and the police were able to smell the stench from the bag when passing by the villagers.
“How much is dead? I’m sorry.
Looking at the black bags piled up in the car, villagers mumbling.
8
The police investigated Zhang Yong-ming and found that he sold ostrich meat, preferred salt and peppers and then pushed the car around.
He likes to play chess, which is good, and, like other lonely old people who don’t talk very much, he has a few dogs and walks slowly in the village with his farm head.
“Ostrich meat”?
Officer Liu was walking and looking through Zhang’s records.
He was sentenced to death in 1979 for intentional homicide because of his good behaviour in prison and his policy of that year.
When they were released from prison, they were able to fly off small businesses and sell scarcer ostrich meat.
“Where did he find the source? I’m sorry.
Officer Liu walked and suddenly stayed in sight of the wind-dried meat hanging by the window of Yongming, which was a few strange pieces of brown and tan.
“Open all the buried black plastic bags and see if they have bones and skulls, no internal organs and human muscle tissue. I’m sorry.
His voice was cold, and the police officer who was listening to him squeaked.
If it’s just a skeleton, where’s the meat?
No one replied to him that Officer Liu had come to the freezer and that all the freezer drawers had been opened.
When you see half the stuff in the freezer, someone throws up.
They found the missing Han.
9
Ms. Cheng had a dream that her son was standing on a distant hillside waving at her and laughing so brightly.
She tried to shout his name out of her mouth, but she could not make a sound, leaving her son to wave goodbye and go further and further.
She did not come to the police as often as she did to ask her children whether they had returned.
Most of the children captured by the black factories have returned, and the recently disappeared Koreans have not heard from them.
Perhaps the best news for Ms. Cheng is no news.
Sister, the police called. I asked you to come. I’m sorry.
The men who came to report were a little afraid to look into her eyes, and the village was spread, and Zhang was able to dig several bags of bones in Yongmingda, whose son could have been killed.
“Okay, I got it, thanks. I’m sorry.
In the police station, Ms. Cheng claimed to have received Han’s mobile wallet and documents and asked to see Zhang Yong-ming.
There are no unventilated walls in the world, and even though the police have tried to minimize the harm done to the victims by the details of the case, there are so many places in Jinning County. Zhang Yong-ming killed people, and the sale of human flesh as ostrich meat has already spread.
“I’m sorry, but you won’t see him. The law will punish him. I’m sorry.
Officer Liu was reluctant to look into the eyes of a woman and could not even hand over the body of Han to his family.
“I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll pay for my son! He’s gonna die! I’m sorry.
The families began with a beating and struggle of resentment, and then with a weak cry.
The families of the victims may have known long ago that their children would not return, but no one can accept that the children would be mutilated and sold after being killed.
What kind of consolation is weak for these parents.
The parents who had received more information had come to argue for Zhang Yong-ming’s blood money, and in the increasingly loud noises within the police station, Ms. Cheng held the bag in her hand.
She couldn’t sit on the floor, “Boy, Mom takes you home. I’m sorry.
10
“Have you heard? Zhang Yongming bought all those ostrich meat he killed. Thank God I didn’t buy it.
“This one who kills a thousand knives, throws up…”
“How could he do that? I’m sorry.
Zhang Yong-ming cannot be harmed by the boiling public opinion in the village.
Zhang Yongming’s parents died long before he was released from prison, after which Zhang took over their homes and fields, and did well with government subsidies.
His brother had gone far away, and his brother had been jailed for having been in conflict with people in the market.
Zhang Yong-ming is more of an anti-social personality that hurts a friend when he is a teenager and kills a friend when he is young.
How can a man like that care what people look at?
If Zhang Yong-ming had not been found after the case had been closed at the black kiln, he would have continued to do so after the team had left.
According to the old villagers, Zhang Yongming ‘ s mother had beaten him severely for mental problems when he was a child.
This may also be one of the factors contributing to Zhang Yongming ‘ s antisocial personality, not excluding the fact that his family has congenital mental illness.
But it doesn’t matter what Zhang Yong-ming did.
Nothing compares to those who lost their lives.
Eleven.
This has had no less dramatic impact than the previous front page and has even shocked the country.
Who can accept the meat of an ostrich, which he buys at great cost, will be the meat of a neighbour or even of his own child.
The ostrich meat became a forbidden word for locals.
A lot of people throw up for more than a month and look at the meat and think about the ostrich meat that they bought from Zhang Yong-ming.
But everything that happened in the village had nothing to do with Zhang Yong-min.
Zhang Yong Minh confessed to the acts he had committed.
He first attacked young children in the vicinity of the herd field, then passed out and pushed them into his home in a car.
When the villagers came home at night to rest, he would turn on the TV at home and use the bark of the dog as cover for the mutilation of the victim.
Meat and internal organs are kept, and skeletons that cannot be sold are secretly buried in their fields.
At first, the meat was kept and fed to the dog. It was discovered that too many dogs could not finish, and then they pushed the car to sell.
He said that the feedback from the folks who bought meat was good, and that was how it was done.
“How many people have you killed all these years? I’m sorry.
A number of years ago, Zhang Yong-ming killed his best friend Yang Yi, who only rarely wanted to be near him, with a subtle cover-up alibi.
After many years, he gave up the opportunity to be a new person.
Zhang Wingming shook his head in the face of police problems again.
“Don’t remember how many people were killed. I’m sorry.
‘Cause he likes it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
No regrets.
12
On the morning of 10 January 2013, according to an execution order issued by the Supreme People ‘ s Court, the Kunming City Intermediate People ‘ s Court sentenced the murderer, Zhang Yong Minh, to execution on death row.
The black brick factory was seized.
Several leaders of Jinning County were dismissed, the Director of Public Security and the Deputy Secretary of the Party Commission, and the Director of the police station were removed from his post.
Years later, those who lost their lives and broken families became the grey numbers and labels of one of the cases recorded, as well as the tip of the iceberg in numerous major criminal investigations.
Yunnan Jinning’s murders were solved.
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Some people say there’s no horror movie in China, and he’s making a horror film better than 91%…
When does a domestic horror film start? There is little hope.
In fact, horror movies don’t have to have ghosts to be scary.
It’s not a national horror film. It’s not a Chinese horror movie.
Today I’m going to talk to you about a high-spectrum horror film by the Chinese.
As you can see, even without demons, horror films can still be chilling.
The film is called “Little Wei”, and it also has a popular movie called “The Ogre.”
Based on the real events in Thailand, the owner of the film was Chinese.
So the film is a Chinese-Thai picture, with 725 bean petals rated better than 91% of horror films.
The movie is about an ogre who eats the heart of a child.
It’s scary, though it doesn’t involve ghosts at all.
The film’s leading man is called the charisma of the movie – the bonanza.
I can’t help but wonder that after watching this movie, it’s just a man who made a movie with acting.
According to Duan Zhou Hong himself, he almost went crazy in the film because of his deep entry.
And there’s a little episode in the middle.
That’s not the name Duan Zhuang, his real name is Duan Dragon.
But after making this film, he couldn’t get out of the role for a long time, so he made a decision to change his name to a swab.
The role he played in this film was changed.
The owner of the film, originally called Huang Li Fai, was an anti-Japanese fighter who was afraid to fight on the battlefield with the Japanese.
In the past, the war against Japan followed the arrangements made by her mother, who was unable to survive in her homeland, and took the knife she gave to her family in Thailand.
A young man growing up on a barren land ravaged by famine and war.
Alone came to Thailand with a desire for a new life.
When Huang Li Fai passed through the pier, the visa officer mistaken his name.
He has repeatedly emphasized that his real name is Lihui, yet nobody cares.
The name is not just a code name, but a human dignity.
And so, the “Little Fai” became “Little Fai,” and the name that was imposed on him was also a sign of an unknown “new” life.
First, because he could not afford to pay the 10 baht, he was forced to shave his head and put in a refugee prison.
From the refugee prison, an employer was found and finally freed from the inhuman life of the prison.
At the employer’s house, I thought I’d have a good meal.
I was told I had to eat rice, not food…
And then the little kids at the employer’s house bullied him all day.
Children may be pranks, but employers’ wives are no exception.
Almost everyone here doesn’t really look at him as a human being.
There’s only one exception: the employer’s daughter Mei.
Mei always plays with Lihui, and then the naughty ones keep the yellow flowers off his ears.
Li Fai only smiled once in the film. It was his first and last time!
Mei sent his little yellow flowers to be trampled by the workers.
What they trample is not flowers, but the only concern they receive in this foreign country.
And what’s even worse is that, apart from trampling on flowers that represent a concern, they’re even passing out as a game.
In the end, the drugs fell into the mud, and the asthma went off, and it’s dead!
It’s the only life-saving medicine he’s got on his baht!
When you hear the news that the medicine is gone, the performance of Zhuang Zhuang can be described as a peaking performance.
Twelve years ago, he’d been able to perform with the pure blue of the emperor’s fire.
From the beginning of the pain, torn to pieces.
To despair again.
Finally, anger.
To the end of the cold, murderous eye, this series of emotional changes.
People who haven’t seen a movie can feel their collapse even through these lenses.
However, it’s not the worst thing for him, it’s the worst thing about being bullied too much.
He was too nervous to kill Mei in a nightmare.
His only consolation was destroyed himself!
It’s a kind of despair that no one will ever know this time!
This time, he almost went completely crazy. The last line of defence at the heart is on the verge of collapse.
He chose to run off to a place where nobody knew. Working hard to start a new life.
During the season when the crops were to be harvested, a sudden and heavy rain extinguished all his hopes.
As if the heavens were not willing to visit him, nor to leave him a chance.
This rainy night became a turning point in his destiny.
From childhood he was infirm, after the heavy rain, asthma was committed.
And this is the last straw to crush the camel.
He started to black out, and he chose one of the most extreme ways to cure the disease — to kill.
So there was the first scene.
Dig your heart, make soup.
He’s probably scared when he kills the first little girl.
After killing, he’ll pray with his hands tied together.
Perhaps it is in this way that we can reduce our guilt a little.
Actually, he wasn’t a bad person. When he first came to Thailand, when he saw the Buddha, he stopped to pray.
But the second time he kidnapped a little girl.
He didn’t have the slightest fear, but he was smiling in the shadows, which was no longer a human smile!
Even more surprising, he brutally killed the girl in front of the Buddha.
And then the heart is cut out and the soup boiled.
It is quite chilling to think in detail that all this is done in front of a Buddha that symbolizes mercy.
Maybe we’ll all be wondering why he’s only digging.
And it’s not the first time he’s had a heart soup.
He was sick as a child, and when she was very sick, she went to dig up the heart of the condemned prisoner and made soup for him, which was his first contact with the “human heart”.
The second time he was in the army, he was afraid, and his chief dug out the Japanese’s heart and forced him to eat it to make him bold.
This is a re-emergence of the cases of human blood and pulmonary disease in the author’s Rutherly Medicines.
In an equally dark society, a weak little soul has since died as a result of the indifference and humiliation of society as a whole.
Was he a man-eater without humanity from the beginning?
No, on the contrary, he was too scared to kill a chicken.
Yet it was this once-timid and cowardly man who did something that struck Thailand.
In Thailand, the name Wong Xiaowei can be described as family name.
Because he killed a number of children, dug out their hearts, livers and boiled water into soup.
He had promised his mother that he would make a difference and send her to Thailand.
But he can’t go back.
They say he’s a demon, but who is the real demon…
Did he do his sins only by himself?
The others have no responsibility? When a society forces people back to the animal state.
This society is sad and responsible even when it wants to eat people!
It’s probably the only yellow flower in this film, except for the bright red blood.
Mei should be the only person in Thailand who’s ever warmed him up, even if more people care about him and call him by his real name.
There’s never been a horror film in the world. The worst is the heart!
Zhang Fish Machine, “Save your sister, she’s in your father’s dungeon!”
“Your father is the devil, he takes your sister…”
Mother in a mental hospital, begging me.
But I’m creepy, I don’t have a sister.
I’m the only son.
One.
“Don’t believe anything your father says! He’s crazy!”
Mothers who haven’t seen each other for a long time are sitting on the table.
She was careful to guard the guard who stood far away.
Those people, like cameras, monitor everyone in the guest room.
I don’t understand her crazy talk.
She’s acting out of the ordinary.
Father never allowed me to visit her in a mental institution.
I didn’t expect to sneak in today and say that at first sight.
She looked around and her eyes were moving.
She rushed me to save my sister.
She said her sister had been locked up in a dark dungeon by her father.
And he said his father was a devil, to his sister…
I’d like to hear the rest of it, but she starts laughing.
Hold the doll like a baby and put it to sleep.
She called her little girl.
It’s a dirty picture.
I feel like I’m being ridiculous for a moment.
Why are you listening to this nonsense?
I didn’t know the mother was in such a bad state.
I got up to go and she grabbed me.
It’s very sharp and it’s whispering very quickly:
“I’m not sick. Your father put money in the hospital and put me in here!”
“He wants everyone to think I’m crazy so no one can believe me and cover up his ugly acts!”
“Don’t let him find you when the doctor’s not here.”
“Remember, save your sister!”
After that, she pushed me away.
This is when the nurse noticed something was not right.
I was pushed by a twilight, almost fell.
She suddenly turned into a person and tried to jump on me.
A group of nurses stopped her, called her sick and told me to leave.
She yelled at me and my dad for not visiting her.
He’s got a voice, a curse.
He said he wouldn’t let us live in peace.
I walked out the door and I was thinking about everything.
The mother is mentally ill and her words are hard to believe.
Let me save my sister?
Where’s my sister? I’m an only child.
Ever since I was a kid, I was the only one at home…
But the way she said it, it was really scary.
Two.
I have an unknown sister.
She was raised from childhood under cover.
No one knew she existed except her mother.
I really can’t believe my father did this.
But my mother’s words are like seeds in my heart.
When I came home, I turned my home while my father was away.
There are no traces of girls.
Don’t say it’s clothing, shoes, not even long hair.
We’re in the suburbs, and our families build their own houses.
The cellar in the backyard is the only one that can get up there.
But I went down too.
But there’s the first sour smell, nothing but vegetables.
Moreover, since the mother was taken to a psychiatric hospital,
I lived with my father and I never found anything unusual.
The father, though insensitive, is loyal and honest.
The outsider was very impressed by the fact that he built the house.
I can’t imagine…
Wait, what year was the mother sent to a psychiatric hospital?
Five years ago? Four years ago?
My memory is a little blurry.
Shit!
I’ve been losing my memory ever since the sleep disorder.
I sat in the yard, watching the sky.
A middle-aged man stopped at my door on a bicycle.
He said he was from the village council and asked my dad to take his papers and collect money.
The State now grants an incentive to families with only children.
He left after notification.
And I’m done listening and standing up.
Yeah, how could I have a sister?
I’m an only-born family and an only-born child!
What am I doubting?
I told him about it.
And when I spoke, I observed his face.
It’s flat, it’s normal.
He just nods to show he knows.
Ask me how much I can get and if I can get more, give me a better phone.
My phone’s still old, I can’t.
I complained several times and didn’t expect my father to take care of it.
This is what I regret.
It’s ridiculous to suspect a father because of her mother’s crazy talk.
Yeah, if they really had two kids.
How can you hide it?
I can get an only child certificate!
I was laughing and shaking my head.
Father saw me like this. Why am I laughing?
Isn’t it fun to buy a new phone?
I didn’t think about it, so I said:
“No, it’s just nice of you and my mother to have one of me, and now they’re gonna get some money.”
“If I had a brother and a sister, that would be no good.”
I’m just saying, I didn’t think my father had a chopstick hand.
He looked at me a little strange.
But that expression just happened.
I almost thought I looked at it.
Somehow, I feel something’s wrong.
But I can’t tell you the difference.
Before I went to bed, my father ordered me to have some tea.
I had sleep disorders, and he showed me.
The situation has improved slightly with sleeping pills and attempts at medium-level medical care.
Now I insist on a cup of tea before I go to bed every day.
But I don’t remember well, sometimes I forget.
Father was always prepared to remind me to drink.
It’s good. Every time you finish it, you sleep fast.
3
I woke up in the middle of the night with the sound of a bang.
I’ve hardly woken up in the night since I’ve had some Anglican tea.
But the sound was intermittent and painful.
It’s like the sound of a nail coming around the door.
It’s a cool thing to climb on my back.
I went down to the door with my feet up.
There’s no movement.
Are you a thief?
I took out a wooden coat shelf from the closet and held it in my hand.
Then you swung the door and walked out.
Scattered moonlight on the earth, hidden light.
I try to breathe as little as I can and listen to everything.
Weirdly very.
It’s too quiet. Was that a hearing?
The moonlight, though small, was able to sweep the house with that light.
No one shadows, no thieves.
And suddenly, perhaps I was concerned.
When I turned around to go back to my room, I was attracted to something.
It’s almost at the same time, the cold mind climbs.
I saw a figure standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
It’s a woman!
In white pyjamas, dark hair and waist.
Watching invisibility, good body.
If I see such a woman in the daytime, I’d be more excited to see her.
But it’s the middle of the night at my house!
I was shaking and staring at her.
Maybe it’s what happens in the daytime. I suddenly have a bold guess.
Could she be my sister?
She escaped?
Or did your father accidentally release it?
Then a strange scene appeared and she picked up the comb and started combing her hair.
Keep combing, keep combing…
I even overheard her singing like a low-light laugh.
It’s weird. It’s all up!
I took two steps back, but I accidentally kicked the groceries.
For a moment, the woman in front of the mirror brushed her face.
The next second, she flashed in front of me, with a face on her face.
And even more frightening is that this face is very similar to me!
She’s got a sharp voice:
“Brother, help me!”
It’s a sudden shock that makes me dizzy.
I woke up!
But he found himself sitting on the bed and sweating.
It was a dream.
It’s a scary dream!
4
I woke up early because of the nightmare.
That face I look like, wanders in my head from time to time.
I can’t help but find myself in trouble:
Do I really have a sister!
Probably still twins.
The look on her face when she asked for help in her dreams, the pain.
If it’s true, where is she being held?
After breakfast, I stared at my father’s face when he left.
Then he went on and on and on and on.
It’s also an illusion that there may be a secret passage in the house.
But nothing, really nothing.
I feel like I might be a monster.
I can’t get out of here by my mother’s words.
So I went out and wanted to wake up.
There’s not a lot of people on the road, and the next-door neighbor went out to work.
Only children and old people are at home.
The kids are alone at the door and the old people are sitting in the yard.
My father and I have a similar personality.
Few people walk around with their neighbors.
I didn’t want to talk to the kids, but she looked up and saw me and laughed at me.
“Do you want to play a game together?”
I hesitated to see her as innocent, and could not refuse.
She put a few bricks together, assuming it was a stove.
It’s got a couple of grasses and leaves on it. That’s a dish.
Finally, a plastic doll was taken out and named.
She treats dolls like family and plays home.
In this game, I’m brother, she and it’s sister.
She’s playing so hard, maybe because she doesn’t have a date, and the doll is her gift.
And I see this scene, and I think about my mother.
Yes, mother must have been too lonely in a mental hospital.
And she had a mental problem, so I imagined a character.
“It must be!”
I comfort myself.
“What?”
The little one looked at me with a glitter eye.
I pinched her face, and I thought of everything.
When I saw her play with the cape, I reminded her of her hair.
She took off the rope and handed it to me.
“My mom’s not home, I can’t make my hair. Can Big Brother help me?”
I’m a man. I can’t do this.
I just tried to say no, but I can’t tell you how strange it is to see the line.
I have a feeling…
So he took the rope and made her a braid in a state of surprise.
The moment of success, I was surprised.
I can’t believe I’m braiding. I’m even good at it.
Why do I have that skill?
There’s a little bit of it in my head.
The headache is so sudden.
Unfortunately, for a short time, just for a moment, I didn’t remember anything.
Shit!
The more you want, the more you want!
While I was in the middle of an incredible moment, the old man who was in the yard came to me.
Grandma’s staring at me.
“Who are you?”
She looks right to the left.
My little friend shot me, “Don’t be afraid! I’m too old for her.
I noded my head and moved back.
As a neighbor, I still know that.
It’s hard to be staring at me like that.
Suddenly she looked like she recognized someone and pointed at me:
“It’s you. You’ve grown so big. Cut your long hair and make a fake boy head. I don’t even know you!”
I’m listening straight.
Fake boy?
I’m real!
But instead of thinking, wrong.
Who does she think I am?
Like me.
My back is cold.
Just figured it out, and it got weird again.
All I can think about is…
This old lady has seen the girl who looks like me!
5
My head’s a mess.
I’ve received too much information since I met my mother.
My senses tell me I can’t have a sister.
This is ridiculous!
But what about braiding the kids and the old lady?
Did I forget something?
I’m in this stupid fucking memory right now.
I’ve been thinking all day at home.
My father seemed to notice something different when he came back, and I just said he didn’t sleep well.
At night he made me the usual.
‘Cause I’ve been drinking a lot.
I had another nightmare this night.
In my dream, I saw a little girl, about ten years old.
The mother was brushing her hair and wearing beautiful hair.
I was just watching, learning.
Learning how to make a braid…
Suddenly, the picture turns!
The scene of Fang’s disappearance.
It was replaced by a cry of howling in the ears.
It seems I’m hiding in the corner again.
I saw my father dragging that little girl where I could see it.
He took her to the bathroom, despite her request.
And the flowers were thrown at the girls.
No matter how hard the girl struggles for forgiveness, the father never relaxed.
The mother came to save her and her father slapped her to the ground.
He didn’t stop and started to tear the girls’ clothes.
Young men fought hard and screamed.
I can’t look, I can’t listen…
“The fear has sprung at me.
Father turned his head and looked in the direction of my mother and me.
He slowly pulled the glass door in the bathroom and his mouth opened with a weird smile.
As the door was completely closed, the inside door became two worlds.
Hissing took hold of my brain…
The next minute I woke up in a cold sweat.
I was deeply reminded by the rest of my breath:
It’s a nightmare.
It’s like a nightmare you’ve had.
Is it true?
Six.
To find out the truth.
I went back to the mental hospital without telling my father.
I’m the mother when the doctor is gone.
This meeting is not what I expected.
Mother saw my face calm.
He didn’t go crazy to hit me, he didn’t say anything about his sister.
She just complained to herself why I didn’t come to see her.
We’ll talk later about bad food here.
Later on, it was haunted.
Thinking logic leaps and breaks.
She talks about playing with the doll in her hand, brushing her hair, dressing her clothes.
Such a move is in the eyes of every moment.
I tried to talk about my sister.
She had a confused look:
“Sister, what sister? Where’d you get your sister?”
I’ve got a tight heart.
She faked it on purpose?
Or was it her bullshit from the beginning, just me?
I looked around and I approached her:
“No one looks this way, you can tell me about your sister.”
“Where is she being held?”
I’m in a hurry and even my voice is shaking.
I want to know the truth.
She’s down like she’s thinking.
After a while, he smiled and laughed a little crazy.
“Sister? Are you talking about it?”
She gently touched the doll in her hand and showed it to me.
“It’s your sister! Look how cute it is!”
My eyebrow stings and my temples are in shock.
I’m tired of not sleeping well and being tortured by nightmares.
I’m the next crazy one!
I grabbed her hand and I seriously said:
“I don’t know if you’re crazy or fake, but if you’re pretending, you don’t tell me everything now, and I won’t come again and I won’t believe any of your crazy words!”
Come on, I looked at my mother’s face.
She shrunk and held the doll.
I can’t hear you.
I sighs.
I can’t stop mocking myself:
“I think it’s me who believes in your bullshit.”
She’s still smiling, hoping I’d pick up the doll.
As if that was really my sister, waiting for my brother’s mercy.
I didn’t move.
She wrinkled, flaccid, trying to force it on me.
Hold it! Hold it!
Mothers keep repeating this.
The doll was stuck in my arms, and I threw it back in retrospect.
Push it down and the doll falls on the ground.
I bend over to pick it up, and a pair of male shoes are in sight.
Almost at the same time, the mother moved quickly before I picked up the doll.
When I got up, a man with glasses stood by.
Mother saw him, obviously a poach.
A little bit of fear on his face.
She ran away with the doll, running and screaming:
“Sliding hurts, boy! I’ll take you, I’ll take you, they’re all bad people!”
I’m confused about men.
I don’t know why Mother saw him so excited.
That’s when he volunteered to talk to me.
“Come see your mother?”
“Who are you?”
I pulled the distance.
He smiled and laughed so fake.
“I’m the doctor here.” He looked at me.
I got suspicious.
How did he know I was the patient’s son?
We never met.
“Did you come to work?”
I see he’s not wearing a white coat.
He shakes his head, “No, I’ve been here, sitting in the corner.”
He pointed to the corner seat.
I couldn’t help but notice.
But Mother knew him!
Mother knew he was sitting there from the beginning!
“Why are you sitting in the corner…” I asked.
The man explains:
“In order to better observe the patients, understand them.”
He looked at me, and he looked at me.
Then he said:
“It would be more helpful for their treatment.”
7
When I got out of the hospital, my hands were sweaty.
I didn’t get involved with that doctor.
Every time he looks at me, I’m sick.
He knows me. It’s strange.
I came home worried and found my father back.
He sat at the table and looked at me in a complex manner.
The first thing to say is:
“You went to the hospital to see your mother.”
Not a question, a positive tone.
He knows so fast.
I thought about the doctor. Mother was right. They were connected.
“I won’t let you go there!”
Fathers rise up at the table and there is a sudden outbreak of emotion.
I’ve never seen him so angry.
The eyebrows are twisted together with a sharp light in their eyes.
I swallowed the saliva, and I gave birth to a fainting feeling under such great authority.
I can’t help but think of a dream.
The rough and violent father in the dream, he’s reconnected with the man before him.
I can’t hide myself from the suffering of these days.
Despite the cold, I decided to tell.
“Why can’t I see her? She’s my mother!”
“She said I had a sister. It’s not true! Where is she?”
“Where the hell is she?”
I hold my head, “You have no idea how hard it is inside me!”
“I don’t know if I should believe what my mother said. But I can’t ignore it.”
“I feel like I’m losing my nerve!”
Are those images hallucinations?
Or the real past?
I can’t tell. I think my head’s gonna explode.
Father came to hold me and forced me to listen to him.
“Your mother is crazy! She doesn’t understand why I sent her there. She doesn’t feel sick.”
“So she hates us. She doesn’t want us to have a good life.
“She said that when you were a kid! It’s just that you don’t remember!
The more he whispered, the more he looked at me.
The eyes are red, a little bit of water.
“Don’t be fooled by her words! Wake up!”
“You don’t have a sister! Where did you get a sister?”
He pulled his old phone out of his pocket.
Start dialling in front of me.
“What are you going to do?”
I’m humming.
“Call! Call every relative you can reach.”
I’m stupid.
Then Father really called.
He reached out to a few relatives in front of me, some of them not even moving.
The question he asked was so forthright.
And I heard the same answer.
There is no hesitation or ambiguity.
“You’re just a kid. Why are you asking such a strange question?”
“Where’d you get your daughter?
Hear these for me, a soft body sitting on the floor.
The father did it all, and that’s what happened.
I’d rather trust a crazy mother than a normal father.
“Sorry, Dad!”
I’m sorry about the pain.
My father leaned over my shoulder and his voice was a lot older.
“It’s okay, it’s okay…”
“It’s not your fault, it’s your mother, she’s affecting you…”
8
My father always made me a tea of the gods at night.
He told me not to think.
He stood by the bed and watched me drink and left.
Maybe it’s been too much recently, dizziness and worse.
The tea that goes on, I throw up.
I still haven’t slept well this evening.
The mirror was in the dream again.
More images are coming out.
I saw more.
The girl was fined to kneel.
Mother’s begging.
I was punished even by my father.
He hit me, punched me, kicked me so hard.
Father stood right there, and we were cuddled and twitched.
That fear and panic…
That pain and despair…
Real can’t be real anymore.
I woke up again from a nightmare and breathed.
Why do you dream more and more?
This feeling is as bad as death.
I looked around, and there was nothing in the night.
Only the glass on the bedtop reflects the light of the moon.
I’ve got a little twitch in my heart.
Glass?
An god tea?
I thought about it.
These days are in a state of mental discomfort.
The tea was either spilled or I threw up.
That’s when I started having nightmares, and I saw pieces.
I have a bold idea coming from my heart.
Is there a problem with this tea?
In order to verify this assumption, the following two days I forced myself to vomit the tea while my father was gone.
No, no, no, no.
Even more ridiculously, I see more and more in my dreams.
Fuzzy words…
Pink bed…
Even a dark dungeon…
Zero fragments are covered in the mind.
I can’t sleep anymore.
It was the fourth day, and I covered the door.
I saw a very shocking scene.
Father drugged me in my god’s tea.
Is it sleeping pills? Or something else?
I can’t imagine.
His face was full of shadows.
I was cold, so I calmed down.
As usual, he came in with tea and watched me drink.
I co-operated and then threw up after he left.
At this moment, whatever the truth is.
Just because my father drugged me is enough to undermine my trust in him.
In the middle of the night, while my father was asleep, I took the shovel quietly to the backyard.
I told myself, if it was a nightmare, I’d fucking do it!
But if it’s not a dream, it’s a past I’ve forgotten.
The father may indeed have committed a heinous crime, as the mother has said.
He’s a devil.
And I really have a sister.
A sister living in hell.
9
I’m down the cellar.
With all the pieces in the dream, I feel like this cellar is a breakthrough.
The cellar is not a concrete land, but a solid land.
I’m digging and I’m trying to dig something.
A shovel goes down, deep down.
I don’t know how long I’ve been digging, I even want to shout.
“Hello! Hello!
Maybe someone down there can hear me and answer me.
I want a voice to tell me where it is.
But I can’t. I can’t do that. I can’t do that.
But it didn’t work out. Father woke up.
And as he walked down the cellar, We were still digging into the heavens and the earth in a hot fire.
I didn’t find anyone behind me.
Until his cold voice sounded in the cellar:
“You still don’t believe me?”
I squirted, scared.
It’s like a bottle of cold water pouring me cold.
I took a few steps back and held the shovel in my hand.
I am at this moment full of security for the people before me.
“Believe you, you lying liar!”
I exposed him, “How else do you want to lie to me? Make it up again!”
“I saw it.”
He approached me, “What do you see?”
“You drugged me in my Anglican tea!”
I don’t want to cover up. I’m so fucking tired.
I don’t believe he can hide.
He doesn’t talk.
I’ll take his place.
“You drugged me, made me nervous, lost my memory, lost my consciousness.”
“I haven’t had tea in days. I remember a lot!”
“I really have a sister and you!”
I pointed at him, “You devil, you’ve been hiding her away from the sky.”
“In order to cover up your ugly act, you make everyone think that their mother is crazy, so that no one believes her words, and no one knows what you are.”
He’s getting closer to me.
I lifted the shovel to him.
He made a move to take the shovel.
I’ve been running around trying to win him with my youth.
But his father worked on the day, and he worked hard.
He punched me in the face, and I was hit with two eyes and blood in my mouth.
Look, the fox’s tail shows up.
How is this my gentle and honest father?
I’m afraid it’s not something to lose.
I spit in the blood.
“What, are you going to lock me up?”
I laugh, “I tell you, as long as I’m alive, I’m going to dig, dig out the truth and make a living!”
He ignored me.
Go ahead and carry my collar.
He dragged me in cold blood, like a tug.
He pulled me out of the cellar.
And when the sky was bright and I was paralyzed.
“Don’t you want to know the truth?”
He looked down at me.
“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth.”
I watched him walk into the house.
After a while, he came out.
With a thick piece of paper in his hand.
He threw them on the floor.
“This is the truth you want!”
10
I looked away at something on the ground.
My father’s words keep echoing in his ears.
He said he didn’t want me to know.
But since I’m crazy, I’m not covered up.
Father said I’m as insane as my mother.
Mental illness is inherited.
And I’ve had symptoms from childhood under the influence of my mother.
I always wanted to have a sister.
But at that time, the state was very controlled over the birth of children.
Many lives are fine.
Long and long, because I have a mental gene, I’m sick.
I fantasize about a character.
The fourth person in this family.
I really thought I had a sister.
And then there were all kinds of hallucinations.
Talk to her, play with her.
She was even punished with her.
Father said I saw those in my dream.
It’s because of my illness.
It’s an illusion in my head.
And I’m getting worse with my mother’s mental disorders.
It’s getting worse and worse.
The father had no choice but to send the mother to a psychiatric institution.
And then he took me to the hospital.
He pointed to paper:
“These are the registered lists, the records of your illness.”
“Don’t believe it. You can see for yourself.”
I shivered on the floor and looked.
A registered list, all by my name.
Psychiatric, psychiatric…
I can’t read it.
Thick, old and yellow.
“I’m insane?”
I can’t believe I’m looking at my father.
He looked at me, and finally he had a twitch on his face.
“I took you to a lot of doctors, and it was hard to control your condition.”
“It is hard for you to think of things when you have been subjected to psychological intervention and hypnotized by doctors, and when you insist on taking medication every day.”
“But I didn’t think you’d sneak up on your mother and even refuse to take your medicine.”
By the way, my father went down and tried to appease me, but his hand shrunk back.
I still hurt when I was punched by him.
He was groaning.
And struggle, regret, blame, helplessness…
These emotions are obstinate in his face.
“Will you really wake up? Stop looking for your mother.”
He begged me.
“She has deteriorated to irreversible levels, and she is completely insane.”
“So I won’t let you touch her. She wants to drive you crazy, son!”
Father couldn’t help but cry and came over here to hold me.
I look at the sky like a cut-off puppet.
I just feel empty inside.
I’m sick.
I’m also mentally abnormal.
Everything is just my illusion.
I suspect my father is crazy and he lied to me.
Turns out I was crazy all along.
Eleven.
Since seeing those registered lists and medical records, it is known that it has inherited the mother’s disease.
I feel the world has collapsed.
It’s a lie to once doubt what you see in your life.
I’m no longer ostracized. I’m no longer paranoid.
My father pushed me out of the house for a while.
Every day I’m as numb as a walker.
Sit on the couch all day long.
The recent heavy rains continue to be reported on television.
The father spoke to himself and feared that the field would be flooded and that he would be worried about that.
I don’t have a mind, and the storm doesn’t change the fact that I’m a psychopath.
Until the evening, when the storm came.
It’s pouring down and it’s pouring.
I stood by the window upstairs and watched my father in the yard.
I want to help him, but I don’t want to move.
Like a dead body, no life.
I opened the window and let the rain snap in my face.
It makes me feel like I’m getting psychotic.
Maybe someday she’ll be like that.
It rained for three days and three nights.
Even the news said it was the biggest rain in years.
The crops are flooded.
The ponds, the water in the riverways are all out.
It’s hard to wait a few more days and the water’s slowly retreating.
Fathers and neighbors took tools to the fields.
Although it is clear that crops cannot survive, they still have a chance.
He wants to take me to the weather after the rain and the air is fresh.
Father says be careful.
I shake my head, and my crops are a little far from here.
And I don’t have that in mind.
I stood at the door and saw him.
Kids and old ladies from the neighbor’s house next door are watching.
The kid told me to play with her, and I refused.
I’m going to close the door and go back to my hair.
But you can lift your hand to half-empty, and the whole man will hold.
I slowly looked to the old lady.
Shake your heart.
The details I ignored resurfaced in my mind.
If I’d had a braid, I’d see a little girl in a dream…
It’s like Father said, because I want too much to have a sister, and I’m hallucinating.
What about the old lady’s behavior?
She’s her, I’m me.
Why would she see someone in my vision?
Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong.
A chill, straight through the back.
I feel like I’m lost in my mind.
If you’re a psycho, then you’re crazy.
I’m begging for the truth. I’m begging for the truth.
I took the fence around the corner and went step by step towards the backyard.
12
I’ve been digging dirt before.
A few days and nights of heavy rain.
The earth here is very soft.
My jaw gets easier.
A shovel and a shovel are increasingly lost.
Until…
# # When #
Scratched to hard matter.
I’m going crazy and I’m going this way.
At the end of the day, I threw the shovels and scratched them with my hands.
Finally, to remove the thick dirt, I saw what I’ve been looking for.
A tin seal with a lock on it.
I consciously swallowed my mouth and my hands started shaking.
There’s a cellar under my cellar.
This is an indisputable fact.
Father was lying, and I wasn’t hallucinating.
Think of my mother’s words, I’m in a tight spot.
Can a man survive in a dungeon like this?
I can’t think about it. I’m going to break the lock.
But the thread didn’t move, not a bit broken.
I tried hard to hit the iron tablet and I tried to shout, hoping for a little response.
I’ve heard nothing for a day.
A dead silence.
I’m not consciously afraid.
For so long, she could hardly be alive.
But anyway, I have to go down.
Go down and see everything.
Get down! Harder, lower left!
Over.
Keep your eyes on the road.
