The lights were turned off everywhere in the big unoccupied house, and even the wall lamps in the corridor, which were always on until the morning, were deliberately turned off.

Walk up the stairs to the second floor, through the hallway covered with a white wool carpet, and in the penultimate room at the end, a crack in the door of the door is slightly exposed, and a white light pours through the narrow gap on the white carpet of the dark hallway.

In the room, a young girl was sitting at a desk.

She wore a ridiculously wide short-sleeved striped shirt and fat beach pants, her thin shoulders could not support her clothes two sizes larger, and her loose shoulder line hung down at her arms, looking ridiculous like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

It seems that I don't have this kind of cognition, and I also tuck my long hair into a men's style straw hat, and my expression is surprisingly serious.

The girl held a pen in her hand, the edge of her palm pressed against a thin piece of white letterhead, and the sound of the pen brushed.

She's writing letters.

"To dear Jasmine.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've written to you.

About a month?...... No, maybe two months? Or longer.

Every time I try to get the letter I have written, I find that what seems like a simple thing is actually very difficult to do.

Does Jasmine think it's weird?

There will be a question: why do I say that?

At this point, I was thinking about how to write so that Jasmine could easily understand what I meant.

Because this matter is indeed very complicated, I once had a headache and tried to use various methods to remind Jasmine, but Jasmine and I did not seem to be so compatible.

Well, it's actually very ...... to me Frustrated"

When she finished writing the two words of frustration, the tip of the pen stopped for a moment, and the expression on the girl's serious and strict face changed, and her eyes were covered with gloom, as if she remembered something unpleasant, and she suddenly raised her eyes and quickly glanced at a picture frame placed on the desk.

Inside is a family photo.

The blue sky, the coconut trees, the sea, and three smiling faces with big smiles.

"Jasmine, I always feel like you've changed. The girl put down her pen and picked up the frame and muttered to herself.

Her tone sounded very low, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes, and she seemed to like to clasp her fingers to tap on the tabletop, and while knocking on the tabletop, she said in that weird tone: "Since you got involved with that monster, you have become more and more disobedient." ”

Caution against approaching the boy.

I said I wanted to put away my curiosity.

Don't get too close to him.

However, taking his words as the wind in his ears, the more dangerous things he pays attention to, what a disobedient child.

The girl's face was very bad, and she forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and continued to pick up the pen and write-

"Jasmine, do you remember what I told you before?

Don't touch the boy next door, he's dangerous.

I should have said these words more than once or twice, but I don't know why, I always feel that Jasmine didn't take my words to heart at all.

Some time ago, I lost contact with Jasmine, and every time I wrote a letter to Jasmine, someone would destroy it, and then I never received a reply from Jasmine again.

But soon after, I noticed that another letter had appeared in Jasmine's mailbox, which had been printed out on a computer, with my name written on it.

This incident made me very panicked, and no third person knew about my letter with Jasmine, so when I couldn't receive Jasmine's reply, why did another letter claiming to be written by me appear in Jasmine's mailbox?

I don't know if Jasmine can understand what I'm saying, well, in order to make Jasmine better understand, I'll briefly explain the passage.

I didn't get a reply from Jasmine - Jasmine's mailbox showed a reply letter claiming to have been written by me [computer print font] - but where did the letter I wrote go?

Ever since I found out about this, I've been keeping a close eye on the affairs of Jasmine's house, trying to find out about the sinister and despicable person who is impersonating me, and I can't help but wonder about his motives.

Why did he block my letters.

Unless......

Unless I pose a threat to him.

Maybe Jasmine thought it was weird, why would I say such a thing?

Because once I stood on the window and looked down, and saw that Jasmine had just put the letter in the mailbox, and not long after, I saw a teenager come out of the house and quietly take Jasmine's letter in his arms and take it away.

Who is that person.

Does Jasmine want to know?

That person Jasmine knows too......

"It's that monster!" the girl suddenly scolded, her strength in holding the pen suddenly became harder, and she wrote a few words fiercely, the fragile letter paper could not resist the strong pen force, only to hear a "tear" sound, and the letter paper was scratched.

"Monster, monster, monster!" The always lovely and harmless face suddenly changed drastically, hideous and terrifying, and his hands were covered with ink, but he wrote those two words over and over again, and scratched the flowers again.

"Does Jasmine feel sad, why are you crying?" the girl let out a low, menacing laugh nervously.

He felt that his anger could not be quelled.

The letter was written in a completely meaningless manner, and that sense of frustration and suffocation clouded his sanity.

The closed glass window was printed with the girl's face, and she looked gloomily at the face printed on the smooth glass surface, staring at each other gloomily.

"I killed him. ”

He looked surprised, and Jasmine's name was still in his mouth. ”

Jasmine, Jasmine.

Blood seeped through her clothes and soaked the floor, and she happily □□ the knife into his chest and stabbed him in the ribs, even monsters would die.

Wounded so badly.

The blood stretched as the cold, unresponsive corpse moved, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor.

Bang la blah.

Bang la blah.

The bathtub was filled with clear water.

Painstakingly throwing the heavy corpse into the bathtub, the pale red water overflowed outside, and it looked red, like a red tide, except that there were not fish underneath, but dead corpses.

What to do with the body that was still in the bathroom?

Why don't you put it in a box and smuggle it out and bury it in the wilderness of the back mountain?

The girl in the memory and the girl at this time overlapped, and the girl on the glass surface had a hideous face, but tears flowed from her eyes.

"Oh, no!" she hurriedly pulled the mirror out of the drawer, and looked at the girl in the mirror with red eyes and viciousness.

"You're crying again! Is there anything wrong with me killing him!"

"He maliciously hid the letters I wrote! He wrote to you pretending to be me, and he was a monster, and he even deceived everyone into pretending to be alive!"

This monster deserves your grief for him?

This is a very strange scene, the girl in the quiet room is talking to herself in the mirror, which is extremely terrifying.

She became a different person entirely.

Maybe even she didn't expect that she would be so sick.

She thought she was a normal person.

But who is normal?

In a broken world, everyone is broken.

Bang——

In the quiet space, there was a sudden loud sound of the door being pushed, like someone suddenly slamming on the door with gravity, and the sudden sound frightened the body of the girl who was talking to herself violently, and when she saw the figure of the door reflected in the mirror, the dark eyes stared at the mirror, as if she was a little incredulous, and closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

But in half a second, he put on a face that was not hurried, and slowly turned around, and a figure was reflected in the dark pupils.

The man seemed to have just been fished out of the water, drenched, with several holes in his black clothes, and the flesh and blood inside could be seen with the naked eye, and the white blanket under his feet was slowly penetrated by the pale red blood, blurring a light-colored blood stain.

"It's a monster, so you can't die. Yin and Yang weird tone.

However, the young man standing opposite the door did not make any move, his wet bangs were pressed against his forehead, and his pale and delicate face looked at him expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Give her back your body." ”

"Huh. "Girl, no, at this time he doesn't admit that he is the girl, the girl who is stupid and always soft-hearted and chooses to believe in a monster unconditionally.

He has his own name.

His name is K.

"Chen Chen, why do you say you can't kill no matter how you kill?"

K really felt confused.

Why is there such a monster in the world?

Even if he was so seriously injured, he couldn't die, looking at the wound on his body, although it looked like the flesh and blood were blurry, but in a short period of time, the deep wound had stopped bleeding on its own, this healing ability was really terrifying.

It was the same on that rainy night, but after just one night, the dying man seemed to have been reborn, and he didn't look like he had been hurt at all.

Alas, what a miscalculation.

K shook his head secretly and sighed, it's a pity that he didn't die.

"I repeat, horse, up, from, jasmine, li, body, son, inside, out, out, come!"

In the face of Chen Chen's shock, K seemed indifferent, he sat leisurely in his chair, one hand propped up on his straw hat, tilting his head to look at the cold-eyed young man.

He showed a mocking face, obviously Jasmine's familiar face, petite body, but at this time he felt like a real man, and his words and deeds were weird.

"What do you tell me to get out of? We are one. He spread his hands half-squinted, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper, looking like a naked provocation.

"Even if you don't want to admit it, I still have to sue you, Jasmine and I have long been inseparable. You know? I showed up when she was 10 years old. ”

K deliberately said in a very relaxed tone: "At that time, her mother left her, she felt very lonely, she always sat alone in an empty room, lonely against the wall, tears in the corners of her eyes, and shouted in her mouth: "Dad, Mom, Jasmine is really lonely. 」

There was no one to talk to her.

The walls are covered with her own drawings.

Each one is three smiling little people, big hands holding small hands, and they are smiling happily at her.

"Jasmine's dad has been working. 」

"Jasmine's mother is gone. 」

Who else?

Who else will accompany Jasmine. ”

K pointed at himself and looked at him scrutinically, "Me!"

Yes, that's him.

It was he who tried every night to rack his brains to comfort her, enlighten her in letters, and their relationship was very close, like twins.

Hearts are connected, and there is nothing to say.

Originally, this relationship could be maintained forever, and he thought that he would accompany her until the end of his life, watching her get married and have children happily.

Actually, such a wish is not that difficult, is it?

"Chen Chen, you are obviously dead, why do you want to provoke Jasmine?" K scolded coldly.

It's selfish.

The boy lowered his eyes slightly.

It's a perverse thing to be a dead person, but to be alive.

Since he still exists in the world, why can't he be with Jasmine?

"I love Jasmine. He said softly, with pathological paranoia in his eyes, "No matter what you do, you will end up disappearing." ”