The boy was like a very pale white drawing, with almost all the missing pen marks leaving tiny traces on the white paper, and if she hadn't taken the initiative to talk to Jasmine, she probably wouldn't have remembered this guy at all.

Jasmine couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, and the face that looked normal was still as ordinary as ever, but it always felt a little strange.

She didn't delve into the uncomfortable energy, because of the strange dream in the morning and Chen Chen's failure to return overnight, I didn't know what happened, and I didn't know if something was wrong, Jasmine was in a restless state all day.

Taking advantage of the recess of each class, Jasmine hurried downstairs to Chen Chen's classroom, but the original teenager's seat was always empty.

"Hello, the phone you made has been turned off. ”

“sorry! the subscriber you dialedpower off……”

Jasmine sat in her seat sluggishly, looking at the phone in her hand stupidly, a layer of sticky sweat secreting from her palm.

"Ah Chen, what's wrong with you?" the girl buried her head in her arms helplessly, her low voice so faint that no one could hear it.

Don't scare me.

Please, don't scare me.

Hurry up and get out, okay?

Jasmine's self-deception is getting worse and worse.

Knowing that Chen Chen hadn't returned from that night, he must have had an accident while chasing and killing that monster.

Otherwise, why wouldn't her Ah Chen go to her for a day?

But she still lied to herself, Chen Chen told her to wait for him, then he would definitely come back.

This thought was numb and anxious, Jasmine's mood was chaotic, and she didn't want to sit still, and even ran nervously to Chen Chen's house at night, standing in front of the gate and staring at the dark window of the middle room on the second floor.

She tossed and turned, but closed her eyes in a daze as dawn fell, and Jasmine began to dream again.

It's still the dazzling white light.

The lifeless white light shrouded the living room in a miserable white light, and Jasmine curled up barefoot in the corner of the living room where the golf balls were placed, her body hugging herself and curling into a ball, her eyes bloodshot and the muscles of her jaw trembling uncontrollably.

She was scared.

His red and bloodshot eyes looked nervously from side to side, and his muscles were tense and hard, as if he had been frightened by something.

You listen—

Brush—

Brush—

Brush—

The deep kitchen is like a dark hole in the depths of the twist, and the strange heavy muffled sound is echoed in an orderly manner, one after another, the sharp and sharp object touches the equally hard floor, and the muffled sound is amplified, repeating the rhythm mechanically.

Jasmine was on the verge of collapse, and she tried to run away for the umpteenth time, but something seemed to limit her space.

You can't go left, you can't go back.

She had tried countless times, from panic to fear and finally despair.

Jasmine knew she was dreaming.

She really didn't know what else she could use to justify what was happening, except for dreaming.

The dream seemed to be as real as it was there.

In fact, Jasmine was "woken up" by her stepmother's screams.

She ran out of the door in a panic, only to see the lights on downstairs.

When I got to the living room, all that was left in the kitchen was the eerie sound of sharpening knives and the strange murmurs of my father.

Jasmine was scared, and she thought about that weird dream she had last night.

Everything in front of me at this moment looked similar, the blue and white lights, the terrifying sound of knife sharpening, and the rich smell of blood in the air.

She turned to run away, only to find that she was seemingly isolated by an invisible transparent wall.

No matter what she tried, she couldn't leave.

You can only walk to the kitchen door in front of you.

Time in this space seems to be condensed into dead objects, and the second hand of the old clock hanging on the wall walks slowly.

Tick.

Tick.

The time is always two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Jasmine felt her reason crumble little by little, she didn't know how long she had survived, and she didn't know why she had such a nasty dream.

"It's a dream, isn't it?"

Right?

Next to the girl was a golf golf case, which she had used in her dream to crook her father's neck.

She pulled the golf club out of her sleeve with red eyes, and clenched it carefully and nervously, her hands trembling all the time, and her back was cold.

When I got close to the kitchen, I saw another nightmarish scene. Scarlet blood splattered on the snow-white walls, countless blood marks sprinkled everywhere in a long arc. On the marble countertop, on the faucet, in the sink, the blood slid down the object, and it looked so sticky.

Drip.

Blood fell on the filthy ground.

The body was fragmented, half of the pants were damp red with blood, and one of the slippers on his feet was missing.

A dead white-haired and messy head was neatly placed in a large basin and stared at Jasmine with a terrifying expression.

I remember last night Jasmine was so scared that she couldn't stand up straight.

At this time.

She was still afraid, but chose to hold the cold and hard baseball bat in her hand tightly.

"Daddy killed Mom again..."

That back is Daddy.

The father in the dream is killing his stepmother again.

Is it a dream?

The man's joints seemed to be pinned by ropes, and he turned his head stiffly and strangely.

"Ah——h

———

It was indeed a dream.

What a horrible dream.

Jasmine woke up the next day to find a large bruise from the corner of her father's eye.

"Jasmine, why is your face so ugly?"

The father, who was "killed" by her in the dream, raised his hand worriedly and probed her forehead, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he found that her body temperature was normal.

"It's almost time to take the college entrance examination recently, but don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

Jasmine pursed her pale lips tiredly, her dark circles and bloodless pale face looked particularly abrupt, and the whole person was covered with a gloomy and nervous aura, and those eyes lost their former agility and wandered from time to time.

"Daddy...... How did you get the wound in the corner of your eye?"

"I didn't turn on the light in the toilet last night and accidentally hit the corner, hey. ”

At this time, the stepmother who was "dismembered" walked out of the kitchen, and the stepmother put it on the dinner table early, and did not forget to tell Jasmine's father, "People who are all older people are still so careless about doing things, you said that in order to save so much electricity bills, what if a bigger accident happens?"

"At the latest, it was an accident. ”

Jasmine stared at the large bruise in the corner of her father's eye, and her expression was terrible.

She didn't eat anything.

Without saying a word, she stood up and went out with her schoolbag.

"Jasmine, why did you go out so early today?"

"Well, I don't really want to eat, I'll go to school with Chen Chen. ”

In a trance.

Ah Chen should be back today, right?

yes, maybe he'd been back a long time ago.

I want to see him.

Just by reading the name in her heart, Jasmine felt that her nose was full of soreness, and she secretly wiped her eyes, not understanding why she was crying?

She missed him so much.

The father and stepmother suddenly stopped talking, showing surprised expressions, the two looked at each other, and the father suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and called her sternly.

"Ah Chen, is it a boy or a girl?! Jasmine, you're about to take the college entrance examination now, but don't put your mind in the wrong place!" 166 Reading Network