Human skin mask.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
My roommate’s missing.
The police searched for her numerous times in the city of Sijing and did not find any trace of her, and they told me that my roommate was supposed to be dead.
I’ve been having a dream all these days. Dreaming of a red, red coffin, a tick-and-tock permeating blood, shaking around like a woman’s screams were coming out.
I guess I’m sick. I should get a shrink.
My name is Wu Drin, and I’m 24 years old, and I’m a buyer in West Ginwanda.
The price of the purchase is low, and every day people of all kinds are met. I’m not a Viking, I’m from the South, I’m following my boyfriend to the city, and for some reason I split up with him, moved out of his house and relet myself a house.
In the town of Sijing, where wages are low, housing prices are high and rental costs are naturally not cheap, the purchase of 3,000 per month cannot afford the rent and I have to choose to share the rent.
Her name is Wang Xiaochun, and she’s from Sichuan, but she’s a good person and a good cook, and she’s a good cook, saving us both a lot of money.
Unlike me, she doesn’t seem to have any specific jobs, doesn’t have to commute every morning and night, usually alone at home, cooking, watching the drama, going out for days.
The tourist destination is not far away, but is in the middle of nowhere near Saijin.
She never seems to be worried about money, and every time she comes back, she opens it with a big bag of stuff, and it’s covered with dirt and beads, old stuff, a brass mask without horns, a rusty brass mirror, a hairy “sheep” skin mask…
There’s no cosmetics in Wang Xiaochun’s house, stuffed with these weird things. In the dark rooms, these things piled up in the corner at random, and every time I cleaned the room, I was scared.
Sijing, known as the 13th Dynasty, is said to have dug up a tomb for every few hundred metres during the previous years when the subway was being repaired, without knowing how long it had been delayed. As for the so-called antiques, Xiking has no idea how many.
It’s also a hobby of Wang Xiaochun, and I don’t have much to say, but she can’t just leave things in the open and be a little scary.
Another morning, when Wang Xiaochun got up early and made me breakfast, when I had breakfast, Haru told me that she was going out for a few days and that she left the house with a big bag.
It was a common thing, but this time Wang Xiaochun never came back…
It was three days after I noticed Haru’s accident. I tried to call her, but I turned it off, trying to contact her family, and found her phone number for my mother, which was empty.
I was panicking, asked the manager for two days off, called the police, took a statement to the police station and told the police.
In the following days, the police conducted a major search throughout the city, and I posted a search for people on the streets.
Paradoxically, the police told me that none of the surveillance in the country had seen Wang Xiaochun’s body, as if when Wang Xiaochun came out of the house, he disappeared from the air.
They told me Wang Xiaochun was probably dead. He probably stepped on a loose lid and was thrown into sewage and the body was washed up.
After all, this did not happen, and the police let me relax and they contacted Haru’s family.
Two days later, when I was at work, the police called again, saying that Wang Xiaochun’s name was fake, and that only two people in Sichuan, a small, isolated town, called Wang Xiaochun, were at their place of residence and had crossed from the future to Saiking.
Haru is missing, but my life continues. I work every day and live at 2:00.
It’s just, these nights, I always have the same dream.
The dream was that I was locked in a palace with a red, red coffin with a strong and strong cover on it, with blood flowing out of it, and in my ears, a lament, a loud horn, a loud sound, and a dense drum, clearly falling on my heart.
There’s a woman’s scream in the coffin.
And I didn’t listen to the truth, and the scene changed again, dreaming of a man with a green brass mask, a man holding a torch, as though he were performing some weird ritual.
It’s not a continuous dream, it’s just a piece of one by one, and it’s like a slide that’s playing right in front of me.
And then, at the end of the day, everything in the dream became illusory and changed the look of a girl.
The girl was wearing a white dress, with blood on her hands, a ticking blood, a wooden slag over her finger, a severe wound, and even a visible seniliary bone.
Turning back, the girl showed a blood-stained face, a skin contours, a lined-up needle foot, a black silk line that slit a knot at random, and the blood came out of the needle.
This face was sewn up, the girl was torn off her face and forced to sew someone else’s skin mask…
“A drunk… save me…”
The voice of the mute came out of the girl’s mouth, even in my dreams, feeling numb.
I recognize this voice, Wang Xiaochun, whose Mandarin is not standard and whose tone is strange.
Wang Xiaochun grabbed my wrist, and I tried to struggle, but I realized that the hand was too strong and I had no possibility to resist. All of a sudden, Haru’s other hand caught me in the face, and I could feel the thickness of her hands.
The next moment, Haru’s hands were so hard, his fingers were so hard to stick in my face…
“A drunk, I’m in pain. It really hurts. Can you feel it? I’m sorry.
It was only a long relief that I woke up from my bed, wetted my bed with cold sweat, touched my face and was intact.
The moonlight was spilled out of the window into the bedroom, and I washed my cold sweat and slept completely.
“Let’s go see a psychiatrist. I’m sorry.
I look at the moon, and I mumbling.
The next morning.
I took another day off with the manager, and the psychiatrist was in another section, 20 km from my house.
On the subway for an hour and a half, I finally came to the psychiatric clinic, lined up for a few minutes, and it was my turn.
It was a huge downwindow that opened my eyes, and the drapes were tied up, not far away, with a very designable table, a computer on a clean table and a few white papers.
On the chair, with a man about 30 years old, a man’s nostrils on his nostrils and looks good.
When I came in, the shrink pushed the eye, whispered, sat down.
I sat with him face-to-face, and then began to tell the story of the recent events, especially the profound dreams that have beset me these days.
At first, the psychiatrist was in a state of great serenity, but when I began to tell my dream, he had to stand up, his eyebrow was tight, and the unconscious took up a glass of water.
“This Wang Ah-chun likes to collect antiques, right? The blogger says:
“Hmm. “I’m a good nod.
“You don’t know the heel of those things, do you?”
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Wan Ah Chun’s identity information is all fake, right? I’m sorry.
I just keep nodding.
After receiving a positive response, the steady psychiatrist stood up and watched me dead. I was surprised by the doctor’s actions, and I didn’t dare to move at all.
After a long time, the psychologist sat back in his chair and brought up a glass of water with his hand, and found that the glass had been dried up.
“Happy, get me a glass of water. The doctor waved, and said to the outside world, “It won’t be long since the little sister at the front desk brought a glass of water in front of the doctor.”
“Miss Wu, I’ve learned your story. I’ve dealt with patients like you a few times. The doctor, after a moment of thinking, went on and said, “You’re being stimulated by the disappearance of your roommate, so the cortex of the brain is subconscious, projecting in your dreams what you fear. I’m sorry.
“Clinically, many patients, after a great setback, continue to have nightmares, showing the horrors in movies, as you do. I’m sorry.
The doctor lifted up the glass and took a sip of water, and the sunlight outside the window was spilled over the table, and a beautiful tree was shown.
“What am I supposed to do, Doctor? I asked.
“So, in order to avoid the sight of others, you go back and put everything in her room, and remember, no one can stay. And, you know, in dreams and in reality, if you hear a knock at night, don’t open the door, okay? I’m sorry.
The doctor finished a big call, leaning on the chair, and my eyes were locked in brown eyes.
I don’t know, but I can’t help but nod. After all, he’s a doctor. He knows more than he knows. I’ll do it.
Back on the subway, I was thinking about repeating the doctor’s words over and over again.
The passengers in the subway car got out of the car one after the other, and I rented the house on the edge of the town of Sijing, next to the metro gate, and had to sit at the last stop before getting out.
Today is a working day and it is not an early and late peak, and the always crowded subways also seem a little cold today.
At the penultimate stop, the door of the car was opened again, and the passengers got out. Soon, I’ll be alone in the big car.
The door of the car was closed again, the light in the car flashed brightly, and cold sound was heard.
“…the train is about to start. Please sit tight. Next stop, City Park Station…”
The subway was activated again, the lights were flashy and dark inside, the cool air came out of nowhere, and it came into my collar, and I got a chill, and the train quickly drove over the LED billboard outside the window, and it was dark again.
I put my phone down and rubbed my hand at the temple, which was a little bit better.
Knock, knock, knock.
A slight noise came out of the window behind my head, and it was as if the doctor had told me to knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
Knocking on the door was even clearer, and I could seem to feel something lying on my shoulder and blowing cold air out of my ear.
I stood up, and my neck twisted so hard that I wanted to find out.
The window is still dark, and I can only see my face on the glass.
A false alarm?
I’m relieved. I want to sit back. But the next second, the whole car was twirling, as if there was some strange force outside that was smashing the car like crazy, and the loud banging was tearing my eardrum.
Immediately thereafter, a sharp metallic friction came out of the train, and the high-speed subway began to brake, and I was in a very inertial state of gravity, and the whole person fell down. At this critical juncture, thanks to the fact that I grabbed the seat on my side, this did not have any more serious consequences.
I’ve got a bit of a hard-on to get up, and I’ve got a little blue and hot on my left leg. Cell phones, more so in square collisions, are broken into countless pieces.
“Hello, passengers. Unidentified objects have blocked the front of the train.
At that point, the sound of a metro sound was suddenly heard in the ears, and it was clearly written on the door on both sides that the train was temporarily parked, please do not open the door.
The lights in the car became darker and drowsy, much like the low-power street light on the way home.
I look forward to working on my scavenging cell phone, crying and not knowing what to do.
Knock, knock, knock.
Once again, the familiar voice came from outside the window of the car, and I raised my head blindly, out of a dark window, with a bloody man’s skin mask, empty in the eyelids, permeating the blood, the eyebrows of the five officials, exactly the same as Wang Xiaochun.
“Aah! I’m sorry.
I squealed back a few steps, and at once I was paralyzed in the chair opposite, but at the next second, the man’s skin mask outside the window disappeared, as if it had never happened.
A cold air came from my earlids, snored at my neck, and I got goose bumps.
I can even hear someone breathing behind me…
And We wrinkled our heads with stiffness, and We saw only that man’s skin mask, so We put it on the glass behind my ear in peace. This time, he’s not Wang Xiaochun’s face anymore, he’s my boyfriend.
Scary, sweaty, blinking and wetting my clothes.
I wanted to scream, but I found my throat as rusted, trying to escape, and my legs as if it were lead.
All I can do is look at my ex-boyfriend’s skin mask, getting closer and closer to me…
“Oh drunk I’m in pain I really am in pain, can you let me out?”
Man’s skin masks were close to my ears, and the sound was so dumb as to be poured into my throat.
While I was panicking and wondering how to respond, a gentle voice came to my ears.
“This passenger, the train’s terminal has arrived. Wake up.”
And I opened my eyes blindly, and it was the face of a man, the driver of the train, that the subway had arrived.
Was that another dream?
My head was dazed, my head was rubbed around, my back was shaky and wet.
“The passenger, who has been in the train for a while, has caused you trouble. The crew said:
So, is it really a temporary stop? So, what just happened, was it a dream?
I picked up the phone, it was intact and there were no marks on the left calf.
Maybe I fell asleep at a temporary stop.
The municipal park, which is the end of line 4, comes out of junction No. 2 and walks for another 10 minutes to my rented district.
I took a day off from the shopkeeper and came back from the psychiatrist, and it’s only around 11:00. I went downstairs to find a yellow chicken and had lunch.
Wang Xiaochun cooks well, but I don’t cook. He used to cook at his ex’s.
After lunch, I dragged tired bodies back into the rental house. The house was small, and the living room was filled with items collected during Xiaoping Wang’s day, which, according to the psychologist, I had to move back to Haru’s room.
I’ve got a good cardboard box in which I put everything.
On the table, there’s a personal form of mud, with a big hand, with two small holes in the nose of the eye, and it’s not the same size, and it looks like it’s like a kindergarten kid.
According to Wang Xiaochun, this mud is actually a funeral and an old one, and she looks like she’s having fun, and that’s why it’s on the table.
And in the corner, in the ash plumbs, a few black and corrupt bamboo…
I put on gloves and put the whole number of these things in boxes, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the balcony, and searched all the corners of the corner, making sure to put everything in the box.
Close the box, put tape on it, and the box sunk unexpectedly.
The door of the house was pushed, the curtains of the house were so tight, and a fragrance of decay was laid, and I sneezed several times.
I don’t like to go to Haru’s room, and I’ve never been to Haru’s room since she disappeared.
But it’s only been a few days, and it’s kind of weird that that smells in the room.
I turned on the light, looked at it, got scared and almost threw the suitcase out of my hand.
Look at the brass mask hanging on the wall. I’m crying. A few days ago, Haru told me that there was not enough room for her home, that she had no place to put it, that she had to hang it on the wall and that I nodded.
Who knows, that Nell just hung that big brass mask on the wall and almost scared my heart attack.
I put the boxes in the corner, pulled the curtains, and the midday sun fell into the dark room, where a pillar of light was formed, with thin dust in it.
This room has not been cleaned for too long, but I am not in the mood to clean it, just to open the window and breathe.
The strong sunlight, free of glass, broke into the house with greater impunity and spilled over the dark covers of the small spring.
In the light of the sun, the breath of faintness and decay in the small spring house faded.
After all this, I just wanted to turn around and leave, but I saw a little corner on the pillow of Haru’s bed, showing a book.
I’m interested, and I’m going to take the book out of my pillow.
The book is very fine, while the paper is somewhat yellow, apparently for some years.
Turning to the first page, where the date of three years ago was marked, the handwriting had become dim, with Haru ‘ s first day in the city, and the language was flat, even as if it were a flow of water, although she could still see her desire for future life.
This is Wang Xiaochun’s diary.
I put together the diary, and my heart began to struggle so hard, and it seemed that Haru’s diary was not well. But Haru just disappeared, leaving no clue, and the diary before him is probably the key to finding Xiaochun.
Again, I opened the diary and read it carefully.
I’m very slow to read. I’m afraid I’m missing a word. WANG Xiaochun does not take notes every day, except for what happened on that day, when she writes a diary, an ordinary day, and she does not want to write.
A little bit of time has passed, and the sun outside the window has slowly come down.
I suddenly had the feeling that I was so familiar with Xiaochun and that what she had been through would even create an illusion like an absence. It was like I was there, watching everything happen.
Suddenly, when I read this diary, the whole human being was frozen.
“Today, I had another fight with my boyfriend. He played all day, all day and night, and I cooked him a meal and he wouldn’t eat. I told him to lift his feet while he was cleaning the floor, and he just died playing games, and he punched and kicked me, and I really didn’t know what to do. I had to work every day and come back at night to serve him, and if I didn’t like it, he hit me, and it hurt, and it really hurt, and every punch of his was like he wanted my life.”
“When will this be the day?” I don’t even have the courage to break up. If I say break up, he’ll kill me. He promised me that he would buy a house in the city, that he would take good care of me and respect my hobby. And now? Nothing. I thought he understood me. I liked old things. That was my favorite.
“Ha ha ha, he not only tore my sheep’s skin mask, but also because I broke up, he pointed a knife at me and said he was going to kill me. I killed him with a knife. I skinned his face with a knife. I’ll do it with you. I buried him in a grave on the outskirts of the city, in a red box, which would see the blood, the blood of the bastard…”
This is the last of the diary, which coincides with the day before Wang Xiaochun disappeared.
I remember that day. Haru was happy. When did she talk to you?
Why, why can’t I be right?
Is Wang Xiaochun a murderer?
And We returned the diary to its place of origin, and it fell upon the ground, and there was a great deviation between what the diary wrote and what I remember.
She’s an introverted girl. When was she in love again?
There’s a lot of information in my head, and I’m a little dizzy, and I can’t stop rubbing my temple.
I closed the window, walked out of Wang Xiaochun’s room and locked the door from the outside.
I read the diary for three or four hours, and it’s already 5:00 p.m., but it’s a little late for the sun to fall in the city, and it’s still a bright sun out there, but I’m feeling cold and looking for a blanket cover.
Then suddenly I would like to go to the place of burial mentioned in Wang Xiaochun’s diary, and see if Wang Xiaochun’s diary is a mad speech or something?
Neither did the diary leave any clues as to the disappearance of Haru, which seems to have led to Wang Xiaochun.
As soon as that thought came out, I threw my head off and rejected that unrealistic idea.
If Wang Xiaochun kills or not, what do I care? I’m just a roommate, even though I’m good with her. Why do I have to get into this?
I poured a glass of water out of the fridge and drank it out, and that kind of eased the tension. Then he went back to his room and fell on the bed.
It may have been too early this morning to sleep well last night, to lie in bed, and to go to sleep.
This dream is tender, and there is no coffin with blood, nor is there a man’s skin mask, and I have lost consciousness as if a bird had fallen into the clouds.
It’s been a long time since I had such a good dream.
Sundown and moon rise.
On the bed, I forgot the passage of time, and I did not wake up from the dream until a rush to knock on the door.
When I heard knocking at the door, my lax nerves came up and I turned on my phone screen and it was 10:00 p.m.
It’s late. Who’s knocking?
Knock, knock, knock.
The more hard the door was, the more hard it was, the more the door was knocked, the more it fell on my heart, the more it was.
I walked out of my room, walked through the cat’s eye and looked out the door.
The door was dark and the acoustic light in the building did not ring.
But the knocks continued.
It’s like there’s no end to it.
I felt a chill coming out of my toes, and I had the courage to drink loudly at the door.
“Who are you?”
And the man who was outside the door heard my voice, and clearly stood still, and the knock was suspended.
There seems to be women’s sobbing outside, and annoying knocks on the door again, with much less power.
“It’s cold out there. It’s really cold out there…”
The voice of the dumb came in, and I was astonished, and it was clearly the voice of Wang Xiaochun.
Did Wang Xiao Chun come back?
I had a little bit of doubt in my heart, but I thought of the diary that I saw this afternoon, and I was so caught up in my heart that I took a few steps back.
If Wang Xiaochun is really a murderer, what if I open the door for her?
But he left Haru alone, and I was a little upset…
“Is it true, Haru, that the diary… I’m sorry.
I sat down on the floor with my back against the door and whispered.
The cold moonlight outside the window spilled into the house, fell on my feet and revealed a long lonely shadow on the wall.
The cry of the small spring, which is outside the door, is even more loud, as if it were to dry up the tears that have accumulated for two decades.
“Really, it’s true…” Wang Xiaochun continued: “I killed him, I killed him. He destroyed me, took a knife to cut me, but didn’t take a steady knife, hit the wall, cut off half his face.
“I don’t know anything. I killed him. I wouldn’t call an ambulance, I wouldn’t do anything, I ran away, and when I came back, his body was cold, and I killed him.”
Wang Xiaochun spoke quickly, but at least he made clear the causes and consequences. I leaned on the door as if I could hear her hurried heart beating.
“What happened? I asked.
“And then . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Wang Xiaochun is like a frightful deer with the same head, shivering outside the door.
I listened carefully to every word that Haru said, and she said the picture was as clear as it was yesterday before my eyes, and at one moment I could even feel her feelings.
Squeak, the door was opened and the light was on Wang Xiaochun.
Outside the door, the red eyes of the small spring are red, red eyes are red, the clothes and shoes are covered with dirt, hairs are covered in shawls, hands are twisted in a strange twist, hands are covered in black blood, and even mud is mixed in.
“Come in, Haru. I said softly.
After a long time of hesitation, Wang Xiaochun finally walked into the door, and his eyes were filled with struggles, and the sound of Wang Xiaochun came back.
“A drunk I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so impulsive…”
I gently patted on the back of Xiaochun, pacifying the saying, “It’s all right, let’s not run away. Take me to the place where the bodies are buried, and tomorrow morning we’ll turn ourselves in.”
At 1:00 in the morning, on the outskirts of Siking.
So We followed in the footsteps of Xiaochun Wang, to the grave hill in her mouth.
Although summer is already over one month old, the night in Xijing is still cold, and the night in the city seems to be always colder than in the countryside. Before I went out, I changed to a white dress, and now I’m shaking by the cold wind of the night.
As Wang Xiaochun led me further away, the surroundings became desolate, and the road gradually became a country cement road from the beginning of the six lanes, until finally, it became a field path.
I never thought before I came to Saijin that there was such a waste. There was no pedestrian on the road, and the cold moonlight spilled over me, and the shadow was pulled long.
The sound of the ears, except the footsteps of me and Xiaochun, is only the noise and the stinging of crows from far away.
I have some regrets about what I just decided. The doctor was right, and maybe I shouldn’t have interfered with such terrible things.
Whether it be mercy or love, We have caused the poor to open the door to Wang Xiaochun and have taken over such things.
It is not up to me to turn my back, and now I can only follow Wang Xiaochun’s footsteps and move towards that graveyard.
It took about half an hour on the road before Wang Xiaochun, who was in the front, made a slight move.
Here we are.
And I raised my head, and by the light of the moon, I saw the face of the tomb, saying that it was a mountain, and it was more like a bare little slope.
On the other side of the slopes is a stream of one or two metres wide, which flows in a twisting direction. On the small slopes, there were seven old stonestones, eight in length, which were then buried with a small, micro-bulleted bag. On the dirtbag, a yellow bamboo was inserted, and the yellow paper money was contained in the bamboo festival.
Look at this, it is clear that this graveyard has been left unattended for a long time.
Wang Xiaochun, like a robot, continues to move forward, and I look around and I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere.
My heart jumped out of my throat before a few steps.
I followed Wang Xiaochun’s footsteps, walked through the bridge and walked step by step to the graveyard.
Finally, Wang Xiaochun stopped under an old tree.
The moonlight, through its leaves, has fallen deep and shallow shadows on the ground, with the wind blowing through the night, the leaves making the sound of sand and sand, and in the far-off forest, a few cries of unknown animals.
“This is it. Zhang Xiaochun pointed to the small bag under the twig tree, a cold saying.
And We looked to the direction of Little Spring’s finger, and there was fresh clay, and indeed there were signs that had just turned.
The next minute, Xiaochun Wang went straight to the ground without waiting for me to respond, and he came up with his hands.
Wing Xiaochun’s hands are full of blood, and he can no longer see their original shape, and at this point he begins to dig up the soil, and the blood of the red is broken open, and the blood of the red is flowing out, and the blood of the blue is scattered in the mud.
I was surprised, even if I was busy trying to get to Wang Xiaochun, he was as welded to death as if I had to drag her too hard to move her.
All of a sudden, a bloodbath can even see the hands of the inside white bones, holding my wrist firmly, and red blood drops down on my wrist.
“With me…”
Little Chun’s eyes were staring me in the eye, mechanically saying.
I was too busy trying to pull my hand out, but for the first time I found her so strong that I couldn’t get out.
Haru, what’s wrong with you? Wake up!
At this moment, I finally discovered something wrong with Xiaochun Wang and made a noise to wake her up. But she looks at me like she’s lost her soul.
I saw the call unresponsive, the rush and the re-emergence of the hand, who let go of my hand at this moment.
I’ve lost my weight and I’ve fallen and sat on my little bag.
And the next moment, my consciousness was dazed, and the vision began to change, and then everything went to darkness.
As soon as I opened my eyes again, the shadows of the tombs, the streams, the waning springs had disappeared, and my eyes were full of darkness.
I reached out with my hands, but I was blocked by something, and my face was sore, and my eyes were sore, and my eyes were like something, and I was locked in a tiny space in a strange position.
Ouch, too much.
I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in sweet blood and can only make a small noise.
I held my hands, I used all my energy, and I hit this enclosed space, and the next thing I knew, my fist was like something soft, and it came back.
It’s like it’s on cotton.
In the morning, I heard a slight noise from the outside, the sound of shovels and shovels, which was so regular that every sound fell on my heart.
“I’m sorry, Kang-ho, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do this.”
The voice of a woman with a crying voice came in like mine.
And Kang-ho, it happens to be the name of my ex-boyfriend.
The “I” outside seems to have finally dug up the pit, and I just felt that the box was going around for a while, and then the twirling sense of dizziness came to my head.
I hit the plank in front of me, but I couldn’t make a sound, and it was this piece of rag that caused trouble. I stretched out my hands and tried to tear it open. I tried my whole body, and the silk strangled into my flesh, and the blood fell on my unconscious face.
The air in the case is getting thinner, and I can’t breathe, and my cloth wrapped around me is finally torn to pieces by me, and the sound of the mud over the box falls into my ears like an attack.
I used my last strength to knock on a wooden box, and there was a little sound, and that sound was covered by the sound of dirt that was thrown on it.
“Save me…”
I opened my mouth and finally said the same thing, but it’s no different from mosquitoes.
I can even hear my breathing outside.
The air has run out, and I have spread my mouth to the maximum, despite the pain of tearing my heart apart and trying to inhale the only oxygen in the chest.
My consciousness is getting blurred and my pain is getting weaker, and I feel like I’m being suffocated in a closed room, burning next to a firebath, witnessing my own death.
As if I were a drowning man, desperate to catch a straw.
But miracles never happened.
When the last earth fell down, I finally lost consciousness and fell asleep forever.
The cold wind blows, and I fight a cold war, and my eyes open.
I fell asleep in this wilderness, and fell under it, and even though it was close to Saijing, it was near Qinqing, so it was possible to meet the beast even near the suburbs of the city.
Besides, I’m just a girl, and I’m so upset about why I’ve been so sleepy lately, in any case.
I took a good look at my whole body, and when I found it, I finally relaxed.
Looking around, Wang Xiaochun is long gone, and I am surrounded by a deep earth pit, the old height of freshly excavated mud, shining strange light in the moonlight.
Haru? Haru?
I try to answer the call, but it’s a few loud bugs.
Wang Xiaochun seems to have disappeared again…
I shook my head and struggled to stand up, but I felt like I felt something cold and stiff.
I’m holding it in my hand.
The moon is bright, projected on this body, and it shines with a moving white. I squeezed down and ran a few steps, and I finally fell down again.
My right thigh twitched as a result of intense movement. The soothing hit the soul, and I jumped in my legs for a few minutes, and it took a little bit.
I’ve finally calmed down.
This body must be Wang Xiaochun’s killer. I had the courage to look over my head and see the face with the moonlight.
But the body has no face.
The man’s face had just disappeared, leaving only two eyeballs covered in white light.
The man’s chest is covered with a face that I’ve seen every night in my dreams, and the last time he was on the subway, it didn’t break into my dreams.
And the face on this skin is Ginger, my ex-boyfriend.
At this moment, I can no longer be afraid of a string of problems that have gone crazy into my mind.
Why would Wang Ah-chun kill his ex-boyfriend?
I can see something, but deep down I can’t believe it. Looking at the body in front of me, I didn’t know what to do.
And behold, there came unto us, at a distance of dozens of metres, two horrifying cries.
I looked back and saw only two drunks running away scared to death.
One man panics and jumps directly into the cold stream, and the bar wakes up half. The other one drank a little less and ran and took out his cell phone and called the alarm.
It is no wonder that two people were so defiant that they were drunk in two books that they bet on who had the guts to walk around the cemetery.
Who would have expected to see a white woman with a white cape standing on her grave, a faceless body that appeared to have died for days, with a gray and blue hair on her side.
No matter how strong the atheists, see this scene, it’s creepy.
I looked at the two men as they fled, smiling in the face of the upcoming police, and I felt no panic in my heart, but rather an indescribable relief.
“Chun, I don’t have to turn myself in. It’s over.”
City of Sijing, Yong-Am police station.
I was sitting in a chair in the interrogation room, just blindfolded, and there was a little noise outside, and it was time for the police to change duty.
My cell phone was confiscated and my hands were handcuffed in silver and white and placed on the table. I looked down and didn’t know what I was thinking.
Oh, my God.
The sound-control lights outside the door suddenly turned on and the sound of the shoes on the tiles broke into my ear.
The door of the interrogation room was squeaked and opened. It was about 40 years of age, with a serious middle-aged man, and the man didn’t listen to me. He stepped across from me, pulled the chair and sat on it.
In the face of sudden pressure, the chair began to shake.
“Oh, Drunk, Ms. Wu, right? “The man picks up a piece of paper on the table, cold.
“Hmm. I nodded my head.
The policeman touched the lighter out of his arms, and a cigarette was lit in a sound. The man took a sip, his left hand caught a cigarette and kept saying,
“It is reported that at 3 a.m. today, you appeared in the Tiger Gate Hill cemetery in Yong-Am district of Xijing, digging up a faceless man’s body. According to our police, the deceased was your boyfriend, who died five to seven days ago, from extensive facial injuries, which caused haemorrhagic shock and suffocation. Ms. Wu, you are highly suspected…”
The man took a sip, and a moment later the cigarette came out of his nostrils and came straight to me. I wrinkled and tried to wave my hand over the smoke, but my hands were handcuffed and I couldn’t move.
Then I said after a long time: “I did not kill anyone, he did not kill Wang Xiaochun, and I did not kill Ginger Tiger. I’m sorry.
After listening, the police looked at the ticking clock on the wall, and the right hand knocked on the table, interrupting my statement.
“Do you still want to deny it? “The police are a bit angry, and somehow they found a fine book and dumped it on the table.
“See for yourself…”
“This is not my diary! This is Wang Chun’s. Wang has killed someone! I’m hysterically yelling.
The police took a sip, the fingertips burned out, the ash fell on the table, and the men pressed their burning butts in the ashtray, which continued.
“You keep saying Wang Ah Chun, we’ve checked the police, there’s no such person. And what’s written in this diary is exactly the same as your life path. This diary is yours.”
“But the diary’s record of your murder is very emotional and cannot be fully used by our police, and it would be helpful if you could clear up the case and make it easier for us to handle the case, perhaps with leniency…”
“It can’t be, I didn’t kill Kang Tiger, Chun was my roommate, we’ve been together for a long time…” I said in a bit of panic.
“How long? The voices of men are coming back.
I don’t even know how to answer that question, but I can’t stay where I am. I was so familiar with Wang Ah-chun, I was a good friend for many years, but I can’t remember when she came into my life and why she came into my life.
I am silent, faceless, and the police across the street are not disturbing, but waiting quietly for the following.
Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly there was a knock outside the door, and I was so shocked that I was too busy putting my hands over my head with handcuffs and blocking my ears with my arms.
The man left the seat and opened the door. The sound of a young policeman came out of the door.
Zhang, the psychiatric report from Wu’s psychiatrist who went to see him yesterday. I’m sorry.
“Well, got it. Zhang promised.
When the door was closed again, the man came across me again, sat down and patiently looked at my spiritual report.
There was silence in the interrogation room and only the sound of men looking through the files came from time to time.
A long time later, the man known as Chang Zhang finally finished reading the report, and he threw it in the right place.
“Oh, you should have had the answer in your heart. It’s just that you don’t want to admit it, and look at it…” The man looked at me, and most of his aversion was dispersed and replaced by a deep pity.
I lifted the curtains and looked at the report.
“The patient Wu is intoxicated, female sex. As a result of long-term domestic violence and life stress, the psychological situation is very poor, with a slight tendency to become bipolar, suspected of suffering from severe schizophrenia, with a self-conscious and forced division of the personality into two, with symptoms unknown at the time of their appearance, capable of communicating with the other person, interacting with each other and clearly believing that the other person exists. There was a major post-psychiatric setback, resulting in another personality loss, which resulted in hallucinogenic, dizziness and sleeping aversion. That’s what I’m telling you. I’m sorry.
I’ve opened my mouth and my head is empty, and the dusty memories are pouring into my head like a tide, and I feel like I’ve returned to that crazy night, and the guess that’s in my heart is confirmed. So I’m Wang Xiaochun…
Haru did not actually disappear, but I was too cowardly to blame her for everything, and her disappearance was nothing more than a psychological escape.
I was groaning, and I was paralyzed in a cold chair.
“You have long suffered from domestic violence, causing schizophrenia, and because your boyfriend died in front of yourself, creating an evasive mind, hiding another person from yourself, and conceiving a ending you never killed, right? The sound of men’s indifference is again coming.
I nod my head, I admit it.
“According to our autopsy report, the victim’s face was not retracted, and the angle was very coincidence. There was no specific force point. We assume that the first fatal injury to the victim was due to unintentional injury caused by the cutter, right? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I whispered my word that I would explain what had happened.
From the beating of Kang-ho to me, until he was accidentally wounded by a repulsive knife, until I came back after I escaped and found Kang-ho to be breathing, and eventually I buried him in the wilderness. I said it slowly.
“But do you know?” And the man looked me up, and he looked cold, and he continued, “When you buried the body, Kang-ho wasn’t dead…”
There was a strange silence.
Later on, I was convicted by the City Intermediate People ‘ s Court of Sijing for intentional homicide, but only 25 years for Ginger ‘ s aggressive acts.
And because of my mental state, I was sent to a sanatorium, a sanatorium.
The sanatorium isn’t as scary as it says on the internet, the care workers are good, and I’m finally not having nightmares anymore.
It’s just that sometimes when you close your eyes, you think about Kang’s face.
Wang Xiaochun never showed up again and Kang-ho died.
If it were all a dream…
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Author’s name: Some meat.
Register number: YXX1 GwkAd0KtrodpbOs4xdN
The killer’s record.
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Night and night: double-killing of humanity
Gu Young-il, wait!
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