Jasmine lay on the bed in her room, immersed in the silence of the night, occasionally hearing the sound of a short bicycle crushing across the road outside.

She had no sleep, and her mind went blank.

This state of numbness made her particularly tormented, and the alarm clock on the wall was walking in an orderly manner, ticking and ticking, did you hear that?

Tick tock.

There is an anxious worry that has been interfering with the mind, and I can't do it anymore.

The breeze outside the window gently lifted and lowered the curtains with the open window, and there was nothing outside except the street lamp reflecting the remnants of the old tree in the courtyard.

Jasmine sat up from the bed several times and looked cautiously around the dark room, feeling uneasy for some reason.

It always felt as if something was peeking at her through the window.

In the quiet room, the cold kept climbing, and with the backbone rushing to the door of the head.

She was so frightened that she covered herself so tightly that she didn't dare to get out of bed and close the window, even if she was covered in a cold sweat.

The wind blew gently, and I don't know when it started, mixed with a faint smell.

With a very faint fishy smell, this strange smell is incompatible with the surroundings, and I don't know when it began to diffuse, lingering.

Jasmine's nose sucked sensitively, and after a while it seemed to disappear again without a trace.

She didn't dare to move, she just felt that her whole body was cold, and this terrible state remained until dawn, the sky outside the window was slightly gloomy, the birds were chirping, and there was a sudden slight movement on the balcony.

Like a mole, Jasmine's nerves tensed, her eyes widened and her head stretched out, her eyes wide and round, her hands involuntarily clenched the thin quilt, and she saw a hand reaching through the open window, skillfully groping for the lock that connected the room to the balcony, and the hand was easily gripping the doorknob and pulling slowly.

The boy walked slowly towards her with his back on his back and in his white school uniform.

He looked as usual, thin red lips pursed a faint smile, and his gaze locked on her, and Jasmine felt that her troubled heart had calmed down a lot under his gaze.

"Chen Chen. Her tone was squeamish, like that of a cat longing to be petted, and she opened her arms around his waist and pressed her head against his unheated chest.

The pattern between them seems to have changed somewhat, and at some point, it has subtly changed.

"You don't know, it scared the hell out of me. The next time you come, you're going to say hello, I thought it was...... Hmm!"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy lowered his head and gagged him.

The boy stood on the edge of the bed and hugged his girl, gently touching her soft lips with his lips, her sweet breath spilling messily on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help himself.

"Jasmine, it's all over. The monster died. ”

Nothing will scare you out of it.

Chen Chen said shocking words lightly, Jasmine's instantly frightened expression was covered by shadows, her pupils shook for a few seconds, and she felt the young man's lips move up slightly.

The kiss covered her eyelids, and Jasmine closed her eyes.

Jasmine's breath trembled a little, and she wanted to say something, but found that she could only squeak in pieces.

"Fool Jasmine, why are you crying?" Chen Chen gently helped her wipe away her tears, and the silly girl actually cried.

Jasmine's head refused to lift, she didn't understand why she was crying, she just felt her heart tightened.

The monster that trapped her like a nightmare is finally dead......

The monster who killed countless people and stained the entire city red with the blood of those innocents......

It's finally dead.

"Chen Chen......" The hands were holding the young man's pure white school uniform, the shirt that was so hot that there were no creases was scratched and wrinkled, and his shoulders seemed to be wet with some kind of warm liquid.

The boy gently rubbed his little head, which was leaning on his shoulder and refused to move, and his voice was extremely soft.

"Jasmine, what are you crying about......?"

Don't be afraid, it's already been killed by him.

Later, there is nothing to frighten you.

"Don't cry. ”

Coaxed the girl on her body softly, kissed the top of her black soft hair, I really like it, I like her to rely on him so much.

His voice sounded warm, like being wrapped in a thin shred of sugar, sweet all the way to the heart. Jasmine's crying gradually stopped, and she lowered her head and rubbed her red eyes, tears rolling in her eyes, and then wiped away by her fingers.

"I'm so happy....", and finally spit out a sentence.

But my heart ached terribly.

The monster died, but the boy she liked could only remain like this, and it was very distressing.

Wronged for him, sad, but helpless.

"If you're happy, let's laugh and don't cry or cry. The young man in front of him was still seriously trying to make her laugh and raised her head.

But he asked.

"Shall we be together forever?"

Don't dislike me for being a monster.

Jasmine didn't hesitate to nod her head, and heard him say to himself: "Even if Jasmine dislikes me, I will be with Jasmine forever." ”

Her heart suddenly gave birth to indescribable sweetness, her cheeks were a little hot, and her eyes were evasive, but she didn't know the dark thoughts in Chen Chen's heart.

Yes, Jasmine will always be mine.

Even if he is disliked, he will stay by her side well.

By any means.

Now that the monster is dead, there's nothing in the way of keeping them apart.

Is that the case?

The boys and girls in the house were sweetly embracing each other, whispering greasy words, but outside the window.

Dark clouds obscured the sun.

The gloomy sky was clouded with an ominous omen that was too thick to penetrate.

"It's a bad day. ”

Early in the morning, my stepmother got out of bed and opened the curtains in the bedroom, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and muttered to herself.

She stood by the lattice, looked up at the gloomy residential area outside, and locked the window again.

"I said Lao Lin, it looks like it's going to rain today...... Hey, what about people?"

Lao Lin, who has always gotten up later than her, was still lying on the bed and falling asleep just now, why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?

"No wonder it's going to rain today. The stepmother babbled a few words, but didn't think much about it, and after a little tidying up, she looked at it was time to cook, and went downstairs to make breakfast for Jasmine and the child's father.

Ho ho ho

Ho ho ho

What was that?

There was a strange noise in the abruptly quiet living room.

It was as if something was rubbing in an orderly manner.

There were no lights in the living room, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly covered by heavy dark patterned curtains, and the sound seemed to come from some dark corner.

Ho ho ho

An unpleasant smell was wafting quietly.

The strange sound came from the kitchen, and someone was in it and didn't know what to do.

"Lao Lin, what are you doing?"

The stepmother didn't know it, frowning and pacing towards the kitchen, and as the footsteps approached the kitchen door, she heard some strange muttering.

The kitchen light was not turned on, it was dark, and the white light in the living room poured in a ray of light, refracting a long oblique white light at the door.

There was a man standing by the sink with his back to the doorway, his hands moving.

In the faint light, a faint silver flicker could be seen.

The stepmother frowned uncertainly: "Lao Lin, what are you doing?!Why do you sharpen your knife?!"

The figure didn't answer her, still repeating the same action mechanically.

The sharp knife rubbed back and forth on the whetstone, once, twice, three times.

One, two, three.

"What are you doing?!Hell, you're sharpening knives when you don't sleep early in the morning?"

She tried to walk over, and as she took the first step, she suddenly recognized the strange muttering.

"Don't blame me, I don't want this. ”

"It's your fault. ”

"It's all your fault. ”

"It's so fun, it's so fun. ”

"It's all your fault. ”

"What are you talking about——?! aren't you—"

Halfway through the words, the man suddenly stopped moving and turned around.

What is Jasmine's father doing?

What is he doing if he doesn't go to bed early in the morning?

"Don't blame me. ”

When stared at by those strange eyes, the stepmother's entire scalp was numb, her hands and feet faded from temperature, and a huge fear and anxiety welled up in her heart.

The man in front of him......

"Old, old Lin ......?"

"It's all your fault. ”

"What do you mean......" he walked over.

"I don't want to hurt you, but you ...... with him"

The expressionless man ran frantically with a knife, and the stepmother's eyes widened and she let out a terrible scream—

"Ahh