Win midnight, after confirming that there is no abnormality in the study, is about to leave the study......

Suddenly, Ying Ziye heard the sound of many things being scattered on the ground.

Immediately, she heard the very loud sound of the book being turned.

"Who...... Who is it?"

Ying Ziye's heart rose all of a sudden, and his voice was not soft, but he was obviously lacking in confidence, and he trembled slightly.

Ying Ziye's body was pressed against the bookshelf, and he moved over step by step, carefully approaching the bookshelves that made a sound.

Walking past another bookshelf, the sound began to become more and more obvious, slowly getting closer......

Win Ziye looked ahead......

What she saw was......

At this time, Ying Ziying had already cleaned up the fragments of the fruit bowl in the kitchen.

When he returned to the living room, he found that Ying Ziye was not in the living room, and he had some doubts in his heart, and whispered softly.

"Madame, what about people?"

So, he looked at Xiao Jiyue, who was playing in the living room, and asked, "Xiao Jiyue, did your mother come to the living room just now?"

Xiao Jiyue, holding the doll in her hand, blinked her big black eyes, and said after thinking slightly.

"Mom, I didn't see her coming. ”

"Really?"

When Ying Ziying heard this, she felt a little uneasy in her heart, so she looked for Ying Ziye's figure in the villa.

Soon found Ying Ziye's figure in the study of the villa, but at the moment of seeing the scene of the study.

Ying Ziying suddenly felt cold.

Because, there are blood stains everywhere in the study......

And Win Midnight is in a coma in the study......

Ying Ziying hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Ying Ziye, who was in the study, in her arms, and shouted anxiously.

"Madame, Madame......"

However, Ying Ziying called for a long time, but Ying Ziye did not respond.

Ying Ziying's heart couldn't help sinking.

I couldn't help but stretch out my trembling right index finger and put it under Ying Zhongye's nose.

Then, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and whispered softly: "It's okay, there is still a snort." ”

After that, Ying Ziying left the study with Ying Ziye in her arms.

The blood stains sprayed everywhere in the study seemed to have no pattern, but looking down from the sky above the study, these strange blood stains formed a strange eye pattern.

……

"Doctor, how is my wife? Is she okay?" Ying Ziying saw the doctor walk out of the room, and quickly greeted him and asked with concern.

The doctor said with a smile: "Mr. Win, your wife is fine, but she is too frightened, and she will be fine after a few days of rest." ”

Hearing this, Ying Ziying breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the doctor, and said, "That's really troublesome for you to run." ”

"Don't bother, Mr. Win, just wait for your wife to wake up naturally, I have other patients to see, so I'll leave first." With that, the doctor turned and hurried away.

After the doctor left, Ying Ziying walked into the bedroom and saw that Ying Ziye's face on the bed was much better, and she couldn't help but feel much more relieved.

Coming to the bedside, Ying Ziying couldn't help but reach out and caress Ying Ziye's face.

Before I knew it, it was already the second day.

Ying Ziye, who had been in a coma for a day and a night, slowly opened his eyes, and a familiar figure came into view.

"Madam, are you awake, are you feeling better?"

Ying Ziying, looking at Ying Ziye who woke up, hurriedly asked anxiously.

"I'm much better, husband, don't worry. Win Midnight, sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand to tidy up, his face was a little messy, and he replied with a smile.

"By the way, ma'am, what happened to you in the study that day?"

"That day, I ...... I ......" Win Midnight seemed to think of something terrible, his body suddenly trembled wildly, holding his head in both hands, and he couldn't say why.

Seeing this, Ying Ziying's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly took Ying Ziye Lou in her arms, comforted her softly, and said, "Madam, don't be afraid, don't think about it if you can't think of it." ”

Under Ying Ziying's comfort, Ying Ziye slowly calmed down, and muttered softly: "Eyes...... Blood Red ...... Eyes ......"

After Win finished speaking, he fainted again.

"Eyes, blood-red eyes?"

Before Ying Ziying could figure it out, suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from behind Ying Ziying...... Those hands were covered in the sleeves of a red kimono! The outstretched hands were also extremely white, and the fingernails were as sharp as the claws of a wild beast!

"Ahh

"What's the matter, Mom and Dad. ”

Ying Ziying's exclamation was about to finish in the living room, and Xiao Jiyue led it over.

"It's nothing, little Himetsuki. ”

Ying Ziying hugged Ying Ziye and said to Xiao Ji Yue at the door with a smile.

I don't know why, at this time, Ying Ziying's smile looked weird in Xiao Jiyue's eyes.

Time flies, and the sun gradually sinks in the west.

Since that day, Ying Ziying has been strangely obsessed with doll making.

Doll making is a traditional Japanese folk art. It has a long history, originating around the Edo period in Japan, and first appeared as a child's toy. After hundreds of years of changes, the delicate, ornate and diverse hair accessories of humanoid art have become very popular. In the middle of the Heian period in the 8th century, there were games about changing clothes on dolls more than 1,000 years ago, and later there were records of the custom of throwing dolls into rivers for good luck.

Since then, more and more strange things have happened in the villa.

On this day, Ying Ziying entered her husband's studio at night, but saw finished dolls destroyed by Ying Ziying all over the floor. Ying Ziying was looking at the puppet on the ground in pain, her eyes bloodshot.

"Leave me alone...... I don't want to make dolls anymore. ”

Ying Ziye picked up a puppet on the ground and looked at it, and said, "Husband, I feel that you are doing a good job!"

"No, that's not right......" Ying Ziying suddenly snatched the doll and threw it to the ground again, and said with a frightened expression: "Haven't you noticed?

Ying Ziye looked at Ying Ziying, with a crazy expression, and comforted: "Husband, since you don't want to make it, don't do it." ”

"yes, I don't want to make dolls anymore......"

Ying Ziying muttered with a strange expression.

However, Ying Ziying said that he would no longer make dolls, but within a few days, he started to make them again, and if he made one, he would destroy another one.

He kept muttering, "You guys...... Don't want me to make any more dolls. ”

Ying Ziye began to feel abnormal, suspecting that something was wrong with Ying Ziying's spirit.

Ying Ziye wanted to take Ying Ziying to see a psychiatrist, but every time Ying Ziying roared and kicked her out of the studio.

Time passed day by day, and Ying Ziying's situation became more and more unstable day by day.

When Ying Zhongye asked Ying Ziying why he always destroyed the dolls he had worked so hard to make.

Ying Ziying always said: "These dolls, puppets are going to kill me!"

"These puppets are possessed by evil spirits and cursed. I, I'm going to destroy them!"

And then, something even more terrible happened.

Recently, I always feel that there is a cold feeling behind the night. At first, it wasn't noticeable, but soon, the sensation started to tingle her scalp!

And, I don't know when I started to have nightmares every night recently.

I dreamed that I was covered in blood and was chased and killed by a group of puppets.

On this day, Ying Ziye was talking on the phone with a friend in the living room.

"Midnight, you said that your husband has become a little god recently...... Neurotic?"

"Yes, lately, Ziying seems to have become easily frightened and hysterical at every turn. Sometimes, they even often stare at their own shadows. In addition, I spend all day in the studio making dolls, and when I finally make them, I destroy the dolls. ”

"Midnight, it's like this, why don't you take Ziying to see a psychiatrist?"

Hearing this, Ying Ziye sighed slightly and replied.

"I wanted to, too, but every time I mentioned it to Ying Ziying, he roared and kicked me out of the studio. ”

"Midnight, then you can't just let him go. ”

Hearing this, Ying Ziye stretched out his hand and pressed his temples slightly, and said helplessly.

"I'm having a headache about this, too?"