(Short story 1)

Beauty has to cut her nails once a day, the thunder can't move, and the cut is very short, as I live in the same room with her, naturally I am not immune, once a day, daring to resist is a beating.

I've lived with Meili for as long as I can remember, and I heard that Meili used to be a daughter who married a good family, but then somehow she was divorced, and her family also declined.

The beauty who took off her fancy clothes met my dad, but when I was born, I didn't see my dad. I don't know who my dad is, and this woman who claims to be my mom, I've always been suspicious of her identity.

The people in the village said that she killed two husbands one after another, one of whom was my father, and that she chose to go away for the sake of me as a young child to avoid the rumors that were unfavorable to her.

We lived in a small, shabby house, and the beauty loved me in every way, carefully repairing my pink nails every night while I was asleep.

This made me think that before I met Xiao Jiu, I thought that human nails would not grow, Xiao Jiu's ten fingers all had long nails, like a demon on TV, but Xiao Jiu is not a demon, he is my friend.

Although I was curious why Meili came to cut my nails every night, I never resisted.

Until one day Xiao Jiu and I watched a TV "A woman secretly cut off another pregnant woman's hair, and then stuffed the hair into a small scarecrow, cursing in her mouth while pricking the scarecrow with a needle, and the next day the pregnant woman died twice, and the blood remained from her two eyes to the corners of her mouth." ”

At this time, Xiao Jiu asked me gloomily: "What did you say your mother cut your nails for?" ”

I didn't speak, and I couldn't get the woman out of my head at night lying in bed, the woman's belly was round and big, her face was pale, and two lines of bloody tears ran from her eyes to the corners of her mouth.

At this time, Meili came to my bed with scissors, I squinted my eyes slightly, in the moonlight, her face was expressionless, the scissors glowed with cold light, when her scissors just touched my nails, I sat up violently, stared at her, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak, sighed and left.

The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw Meili sitting next to me with scissors. I tried to resist, but my hands and feet were tied to the bed, and I struggled, and the beauty didn't react, just focused on cutting my nails. She released me after the cut, which made me even more convinced that she was going to use my nails for some ulterior purpose.

Xiao Jiu has a Grimm fairy tale, and when we saw the story of Cinderella, Xiao Jiu said to me, "Your mother is so bad to you, you are Cinderella." ”

After the beauty cut my nails at night, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep, and I thought that Cinderella and the prince would come to save her, and what should I do? I only have myself.

Meimei's temper is getting more and more irritable, and she used to only beat me with her nails, but today she beat me up because I tore one of the eyes of the door god on the door of my house. I think if I can't figure out a way, I'm probably going to die at the hands of Beauty.

Xiao Jiu showed me a fairy tale called "Candy House", which tells the story of a ruthless stepmother who threw her brother and sister into the forest, and they met a candy house where an old woman lived in it, and the old woman gave them delicious food, trying to make them gain weight and then eat it, and finally the clever brother and sister pushed the old woman into the stove and burned them alive.

Xiao Jiu said: "The prince is not a pedophile, he will not come to save a child of a few years old, the child can only rely on himself." ”

Xiao Jiu is right, I can't wait for the prince to save me, I have to rely on my own strength to defeat Beauty, I have confidence, because Beauty has a fatal weakness, that is, nails.

On the pretext of helping the village grandmother cut her nails, I collected a large number of nails and put them in a glass bottle, some of which were hard and some soft, some small and some large, and they were disgustingly entangled like wriggling white maggots. One day they will help me out of the clutches of beauty, and I just have to be patient and wait for the time to come.

For a long time after that, I was the same as usual, reading fairy tales with Xiao Jiu during the day, and letting Meimei cut my nails at night. And what broke this peace was the death of a child in a neighboring village, the child was swimming outside and drowned in the pond, and that day Meili left her job and ran to see it. The child was lying quietly on the ground, his head covered with a towel, and it was said that the child was blind in one eye.

Since then, the beautiful spirit is in a trance, when washing the dishes, she will not want to drop the bowl, she will forget to turn off the faucet when washing clothes, and one day she forgot to turn off the gas after cooking, and that day I was playing at Xiaojiu's house, and I heard that the beautiful fainted on the ground and was sent to the hospital.

In the evening I came home and the beauty came back, with a pair of scissors in her hand, her face was pale, and she was sitting on the sofa, and I reached for it.

I asked, "Do you know the drowning child?" ”

Beauty shook her head, but her expression was painful.

I asked, "What does it look like to be blind?" ”

Beauty still didn't speak, but her hand accidentally cut my fingers.

I wiped the blood from my fingertips in the corners of my eyes and asked, "Is that so?" ”

Beautiful looked at me in a daze, the scissors slipped out of her hand, and she sighed and turned away. There was not a hint of the old witch swaggering after defeat, threatening revenge, but as if she had grown old in an instant, she sighed, bent her back, and walked towards the bedroom step by step.

I relented a little and poured the bottle of nail caps into her bedroom at night.

It was an unusually quiet night, and I held my breath and didn't dare to catch my breath, because if she pulled herself together tomorrow, I would be beaten to death by her.

Slowly I fell asleep, and in my dreams those maggots whose nails turned white crawled like her bed, they sucked her blood, bit her body, and died beautifully. Like the kid in the candy house who pushed the old witch into the furnace and burned to death, I defeated the demon and lived happily ever after.

When she woke up the next day, she was really dead. But instead of dying in the bedroom, she lay on the white tiles of the bathroom, her fingernails on one hand were all peeled off, and the other wrist was cut to a bloody blur by a knife, blood spilled on her snow-white body, and the shower head was dripping with water.

I was sent to an orphanage, where orphans were higher than outcasts because their parents were just dead, not that they didn't love them anymore. And I am a higher level than them, because they are forced to give up happiness, and I am active and voluntary. I lived with this perverted sense of superiority until I was fifteen.

When I was fifteen years old, I wanted to go back to the village where my father gave birth to me, after all, it was my hometown. My house used to be sold to someone else, and now the man is willing to rent me the room that is not available. The landlord, an old woman of seventy or eighty years old, showed me the room and muttered: "There used to be a woman living in this house, pitiful, who used to poke her son's eyes blind with her fingernails, and was kicked out, married here, and a few months pregnant, her man died again." ”

It was clear that her husband was my dad, and I asked, "How did you die?" ”

The old woman bent her waist, shook her head and said, "I was hit and killed, a big truck was loaded with sand and gravel, and it ran over directly from my body." She sighed and continued: "I heard that when his woman rushed with a big belly, the body had already been moved, and there was only a pool of blood and a few fingernails that had been run over by the wheels, and the driver ran away, which was miserable."

I still live in the house where Mei used to live with my dad, and I have two habits, one is to cut my nails every night, and then put my nails in a glass bottle and put them under the bed. The other is that every year on the Qingming Festival, I will bring her favorite osmanthus cake to sit in front of her grave for a day, and the children in the fairy tales she used to tell me live happily ever after.

I also told her fairy tales, and I said that Snow White was not happy when she was woken up by a kiss, because all the prince liked was her who was dead.

I said that Cinderella and the prince were not happy after they got married, because Cinderella robbed her sister's prince and was resented by her mother and sister.

I said that the brother and sister in the candy house finally committed suicide, because when they came home full of joy, the stepmother turned into a witch and told them that the old woman they burned to death was their real mother, and she gave them delicious food every day only because of her mother's love for her children, but she didn't want them to go hungry, but just wanted them to grow up healthy.

(Short story 2)

I pointed at Xiao Jiu and said, "Why did you betray me".

Xiao Jiu struggled and said, "I don't know what you said about you."

I picked up the kitchen knife in my hand and slashed at Xiao Jiu's head, Xiao Jiu struggled like a crazy cow.

I said, "It's going to be over soon, Xiao Jiu will endure it again, bear it again..."

When I woke up, Xiao Jiu lay peacefully beside me, and I woke him up and said aggrievedly, "I had a nightmare, and I killed you in my dream." Xiao Jiu touched my face and said gently, "Dreams and reality are opposites." "You killed me?" I was even more aggrieved. Xiao Jiu turned over and pressed me underneath and said, "Fool, on the other hand, you didn't kill me."

When I got home from work in the afternoon, two women on the bus were very loud. One said, "Have you ever watched the news on your mobile phone, saying that a woman was deceived by a man for three years, and always thought that the man only loved herself, and finally the woman went to her best friend's wedding only to find out that the groom was her boyfriend." Now the little girl, what a carelessness." The other replied, "Well, men are getting better at deceiving people nowadays."

I slowly fell into deep thought, Xiao Jiu and I have known each other for five years, and now I just have to wait for him to kneel down in front of me one day and say "marry me", I will agree.

But he never talked to me about getting married, so I decided to remind him.

At night, we were lying in bed, and I said, "I'm pregnant, let's get married," and he didn't speak, silently smoking a cigarette.

The next day, I saw him walking down the street with a woman, as intimate as he had been with me before. I guess I'm going to be the same woman in the news.

On the third day, I called him back and told him that I lied to him that I was pregnant, and that I just wanted to get married sooner, and since you don't want to, we can get married later. He's back, and he's drunk the water I've put in my sleeping pills, and I think he'll be able to get a good night's sleep tonight.

On the fourth day, he woke up. I asked him why he betrayed me, and he said he didn't know what I was talking about, probably because he was in a daze. But it didn't matter, I picked up the kitchen knife and slashed at his head. The doorbell rang, and through the cat's eyes, it was the girl who was shopping with him, and she said, "Do you see my doll?". ”

I collapsed limply on the ground, holding a psychiatrist's appointment number in my hand. The psychiatrist said that I had severe paranoia and that today was the last day of psychotherapy.

A week later, today's headlines made a lot of noise, "A young girl died tragically at home, and her body was slightly decomposed after being found." said that a certain girl committed suicide at home, the body of a doll on the bed separated, and a kitchen knife fell to the ground. The next-door neighbor said that the girl had been living alone, but he could often hear the noise coming from the girl's room, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. The reporter found the doctor through the psychiatrist's appointment form, and the doctor said that "the little girl's parents are very busy and have little time to see her, and her only mental support is the doll", and showed the reporter a video.

In the video, on the first morning, the girl said to the doll, "I had a nightmare, I killed you in the dream", and after being silent for a while, the girl said, "Then you killed me in reality?" ”

In the evening, the girl said to the doll "I'm pregnant, let's get married". Then he threw the doll out like crazy.

The next day, the girl saw another girl picking up her doll.

On the third day, the girl stole the doll back.

On the fourth day, the girl took a kitchen knife and frantically cut off the doll's head, when the little girl who picked up the doll rang the doorbell and asked her if she had seen her doll, the girl looked through the cat's eye and collapsed on the ground. When she got up again, she took a basin of warm water, cut her wrist, and put it in the water.

A week later, the landlord forcibly opened the door, and the girl was lying on the bed, the water in the basin was spilled, and the whole quilt was stained red with blood, and a doll was placed on the quilt, and the body was separated...

(Setting)

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Enma: The first human to die, whose soul wanders the world, but no one can see her. And he seems to be getting weaker and weaker, is he going to disappear? She asked herself. I don't know how long she drifted, but she came to an extremely dark, cold place, without a trace of light. In the darkness, she felt her body slowly recover, and it seemed that it was better for the dead to stay here.

Flower on the other side: A woman who was deeply hurt by a man, chose to forget the memories of her previous life after her death, and built a small cabin next to the Lethe River. Never came out, and legend has it that even the Enma had to respect her for three points, so no one dared to disturb her.

Qingxing Lantern: The general of the Enma, a woman in her twenties, wears a cyan kimono and holds a green bamboo flute. He doesn't like to talk and acts fiercely. Take a hundred plating, and read the latest chapter of "Onmyoji-style God Don't Cry Claw Book House" for free for the first time.