Squeak, squeak.

The white light glowed lifelessly, and there was a strange heavy muffled sound in the kitchen deep in the living room. When a sharp object hits the same hard floor, the muffled sound is amplified, repeating the rhythm mechanically.

Jasmine rushed downstairs when she heard her stepmother's screams, and at this time she was halfway through her school uniform and went downstairs in her pajama pants.

The kitchen door seemed to be ajar open, and the wind poured in through the window, and the door creaked and creaked. She didn't know what was going on, and tried to call out to Mom, but she was still answered by the rhythmic muffled thud of the blow.

Jasmine didn't know what was going on, she was in a very uncomfortable mood, and the atmosphere in the air was so dreary that it was breathless.

When you get close to the kitchen, the first thing that catches your eye is the scarlet blood splattered on the snow-white walls, and countless blood marks are sprinkled everywhere in a long arc. On the marble countertops, on the faucets, in the sinks, streaks of blood slid down the object, and it looked so sticky.

She stood at the door of the kitchen like a fool, staring at the room full of broken corpses, broken corpses, half of her pants blurred red and damp with blood, and one of the slippers on her feet missing.

The man with his back to her was still holding the knife, his hand up and down, like a pig butcher in the vegetable market, if it weren't for the fragments of corpses and the stepmother's head randomly placed on the counter, Jasmine really had the illusion that he was actually chopping pork.

"Kill... Killing" Jasmine felt as if her throat and eyes were covered with a mouthful of phlegm, and she couldn't make any sound, and she was obviously shivering all over her body, and she couldn't imagine covering her mouth.

She wanted to scream, but was stunned by the shock.

"Dad killed Mom ?..."

That back is Daddy.

Is he crazy?!

The man's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, stagnant for a few seconds, his joints seemed to be pinned by rope, and he turned his head stiffly and strangely.

"Ah——h

Her father's face shattered her reason with a hammer, and there was only this smear of blood left in her blank head, and Jasmine's voice screamed extremely sharply.

She ran back with tears in her eyes, her vision obscured by blood, scarlet and dark.

Dad killed Mom.

He's coming to kill me again.

Jasmine's thoughts came out like this, she didn't know why she thought like this, and at this moment her shoulders were suddenly grabbed heavily, and her back was cold———

There was a golf club hanging on the wall beside her, which was still a precious golf club treasured by her father, and her hand was just tugging around, and in extreme fear, she closed her eyes and swung it vigorously at her father!

The slender and hard golf club slammed hard against the fragile neck, and the crisp and faint bones clicked on the ground.

"Jasmine!"

But my father's exclamations rang out in my ears.

Jasmine opened her eyes, only to find her hand grabbed by her father.

She hadn't even regained her senses, staring at the person in front of her in horror, curled up in a ball, holding her head and screaming.

"Don't be afraid, child, it's a nightmare, don't be afraid. ”

Nightmare people are in a state of high mental tension, and they will not be able to distinguish between reality and dreams for as short as a few minutes, Jasmine looked at her father in front of her, but her mind was full of the terrifying scenes of mother-killing that she had just seen with her own eyes, she resisted her father's touch, and her frightened and crazy eyes made people feel helpless.

Jasmine's father also happened to wake up the child when he heard her screaming from Jasmine's room, and when he walked into the room, he saw that the child was crying and fussing on the bed, and he didn't know what he was yelling about.

"Jasmine wake up! you're having a nightmare!" the father tried to hold her in his arms, but the boy opened his mouth and bit his arm fiercely—

"Ahh

For a while, the wails of the father and daughter were incessant, and the stepmother was in a hurry to go upstairs.

"Jasmine, Jasmine wake up!" the stepmother patted her on the side, and the father screamed in pain.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts! Jasmine let go, you kid! Dad, this old meat is about to be bitten off by you!"

It turned out to be a terrifying nightmare.

Jasmine sat on the bed in shock, and sat on the bed in a daze, why was it so real?

Chen Chen came to her and told her that the monster was dead.

The father went crazy and killed the stepmother.

She killed her father.

There was still a disgusting smell of blood and oil smoke mixed between his nose, and his breath was trembling.

My father was still around and kept saying, Jasmine, don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare, don't be afraid, it's all fake.

She tried to hug her father and buried her head deep in that warm embrace, but she saw a purple-red bruise on half of his father's neck.

That position was impartial, and it happened that she was attacking her father with a golf ball.

Jasmine felt as if she was being dragged into a strange circle.

Is this a coincidence?

Even if this answer was touched by the warm body temperature of her father and stepmother, and she felt their breathing rise and fall, and her heart was beating vigorously, the gloomy mood in her heart still lingered.

I always feel that everything in front of me is very unreal.

Chen Chen did not appear at the door of Jasmine's house today, Jasmine stood in front of his house and looked at the closed second floor, and finally understood in her heart that she still had an unreal dream.

In the dream, Chen Chen told her that "that monster" was dead, and no one would hurt her in the future.

also said that he would be by her side for the rest of his life.

But the fact is that he still hasn't returned, Jasmine is very worried, she thinks about making countless phone calls to Chen Chen and Lin Sang along the way, but neither of them can get through the communication.

The first class passed and went to his classroom.

Not there.

The second class also passed.

Still not there.

What exactly happened to them.

I was worried about dying, but I couldn't do anything, and that feeling of helplessness was really helpless, and I couldn't sit still.

Jasmine's classroom as the students left one after another, there were only a few people left in the classroom, she sat on a chair with a mobile phone in her hand, the phone records were full of Chen Chen's phone number, when she heard a few beeps, the female voice on the phone said coldly, "I'm sorry, the call you dialed can't be connected", she was very numb and hung up.

Was that dream this morning a sign?

Jasmine's nose soured, she raised her hand to cover her eyes, and darkness covered the whole world.

"Jasmine, what's wrong with you?"

Outside the dark world, someone is talking in their ears.

She lowered her hand and saw the simple, skinny boy beside her, looking at her worriedly.

"I'm fine. She pulled a bitter smile at the boy, stood up and put her bag on her back, and the boy next to her naturally followed.

"Are you really okay? ”

"Hmm... Probably. Jasmine turned to look at the boy.

She and he are old classmates, and they are always bullied together in kindergarten, and she is teased and scolded by the naughty children, and he is always disgusted with dirty, saying that his grandmother is picking up rags.

At that time, I always heard from the kindergarten "The tattered king, my father doesn't love my mother, and the room is full of tattered garbage." ”

Jasmine remembers very well that the little boy who was always dirty sat helplessly in the corner of the wall wiping his tears, and the mud was smeared on his face and smeared into a dirty face.

Later, they went to elementary and secondary schools elsewhere, and in high school, they got together at the same school and were in the same class.

But..... They never spoke.

In fact, his presence was very low, even lower than Jasmine, and they never spoke.

It seems so.

It's a bit of a strange feeling to suddenly talk to me today. 166 Reading Network