In the living room of Nuoda, Luo Yan was the only one, she sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and silently received the teacup to the kitchen, washed it, and then picked up the mop, mopped the dirty floor just now, smoothed the folds on the sofa, and placed the pillows in their original positions.

After doing these things, Luo Yan stepped on her slippers and went upstairs alone.

Two years ago, after their son came home from college, they moved to this villa in the suburbs.

The traffic here is not convenient, it takes nearly an hour to drive to the city to buy things, and there is no scenery nearby, only empty fields, desolate and lonely.

Of course, the reason why they chose this place is precisely because it is so desolate and isolated.

No one would deliberately choose such a place to be the head of the house, except for them.

Because of them, there is no choice.

There is no carpet on the stairs, and although the sound of slippers stepping on them is not loud, the surrounding space is empty enough to listen to it.

The curtains on the second floor were all drawn, and the air was a little shady, which made Luo Yan a little uncomfortable.

She opened the bedroom door and a hoarse voice asked, "Who's coming?" ”

"It's my brother."

Compared with before, the voice seemed to be much older, and Luo Yan came to the bedside with a little sourness and a little distress.

Turning on the lamp, judging from his face, the man lying on the bed was about fifty years old, with half-white hair, but the skin on his face was dry and cracked with white marks, and if he didn't look carefully, he thought it was wrinkled, the bridge of his nose was a little collapsed, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, like a malnourished beggar on the side of the road.

But Luo Yan did not dislike it in the slightest, because this person was her husband, Zhang Hong.

Thinking of her husband's high-spirited appearance before, Luo Yan was even more distressed.

"Are you feeling better today?"

"It's still like that, this disease, I'm afraid it's genetic, and it can't be cured."

Zhang Hong stretched out his hand from under the futon, the skin of his arm was drier than his face, completely like an old man, but instead of yellowing, it was very white.

Even more striking were his hands, whose fingers were as dry as twigs, with no flesh on their knuckles, and whose skin was clinging to the bones, whose nails grew at a strange rate, three or four centimeters long, and gray, slender in shape, reminiscent of the claws of a beast.

"Why is it so long?" Luo Yan took his hand.

She remembered that she had just cut it this morning.

Zhang Hong could only smile helplessly.

He didn't know anything about the changes in his body, he was just anorexic earlier, he felt sick to his stomach after eating ordinary food, and he also saw a doctor, but no matter what method he used, he couldn't lift his appetite, until two months ago, his skin began to change, and it was useless to see many doctors, whether it was a blood test or a radiograph, the diagnosis was the same: no lesions were found.

Everything was fine with his body, but how could this be!

Zhang Hong, who does not believe in evil, even tried hemodialysis twice, but it was useless.

Eventually, thinking of his son, he finally resigned himself to his fate.

"Shoko is shouting that she's hungry again, I can hear it."

In the silent atmosphere, Zhang Hong said suddenly.

Luo Yan paused, and looked at him with a little disbelief.

But the position of the son ......

How did my husband hear it from such a distance?

"Let's take a look, he hasn't eaten in two days since the accident at the Dawning Center."

After Zhang Hong finished speaking, he closed his eyelids weakly and said no more.

Luo Yan could only sigh, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and gently closed the door.

Looking at the dim corridor, she only felt that the sadness and grievances that had been squeezed in her heart for a long time were about to explode, and she wanted to vent it, but her son and husband were like this, and she couldn't fall down again.

"No more accidents."

She thought so.

In the past two years, there have been too many accidents, and the burden is on her as a woman, which is really, a little unbearable.

Now Luo Yan can only be coquettish and willful in front of her brother, and only her brother can unconditionally tolerate herself and help herself.

So, you can't let my brother get involved.

Luo Yan walked to the first floor, took out the flashlight and key in the cabinet, saw the dagger next to him, struggled with his eyes, and didn't touch it.

Armed with a flashlight and a key, she walked to the deepest part of the living room, opened the door with the key, and locked it again.

The room was furnished normally, and it was all cleaned, and it looked like an ordinary reception room.

However, they had no guests.

In the past two years, the couple has never received any guests except for her brother Luo Bianshu, so no one else has entered this room except for her and her husband.

Removing the coffee table and the carpet under the coffee table reveals a hidden metal door underneath.

This door, like those corpses, is relatively heavy for Luo Yan and a woman, she gritted her teeth and used enough strength to open the secret door, revealing the dark passage below.

As soon as it was opened, a cold chill poured out of the door and filled the room.

More importantly, the evil aura mixed in it, Luo Yan shuddered, and finally suppressed the crazy thoughts in her heart.

She turned on her flashlight and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Mom, is that you?"

A voice shouted from below.

"It's me."

Hearing this cry, a smile appeared on Luo Yan's face and she sped up her speed down the stairs.

In the deepest part of the dark tunnel, there was a basement with simple decoration, and with the help of the dim light, Luo Yan could see a young man standing on the sofa in front of him.

He was tall and handsome, and his silky black hair hung down to his shoulders, if it weren't for so many years of getting along, he would never be able to distinguish between men and women at first glance if he was a stranger.

His skin and eyes, in particular, could be seen to be as white as if they had just been fished out of milk, as if they could be blown apart, and his dark eyes were staring at his mother, and his gaze was gentle enough to melt the ice.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Although her son was not abnormal on the surface, Luo Yan knew that he had not eaten for two days.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Zhang Xiang walked over and hugged his mother, like a coquettish child.

It was this hug that made Luo Yan instantly feel that her previous hard work was worth it.

"Good, Xiangzi, it's been a bit of chaos outside these days, when you settle down, your mother will immediately find you something to eat."

She gently stroked Zhang Xiang's hair, as if she was a child.

Although at this time, her son is already taller than her.

But Zhang Xiang was not satisfied, and continued unrelentingly: "But Mom, I'm really hungry, why don't you put me back in the place before, and I'll go down and pick up food by myself every night." ”

"Don't say that again!"

Luo Yan didn't know what bad memories she remembered, so her face immediately changed and she said, "I just put you there for five days, you just, you ......"

She wanted to speak and stopped, but after all, she couldn't say the word "killing".

Children are all mother's treasures, even if Zhang Xiang becomes what he is now, Luo Yan still doesn't want to admit it, although forcing people to death may be more cruel than killing them directly, but there is always a difference.

"I didn't kill it with my own hands."

With this difference, she can comfort herself and sleep more peacefully.

I don't know why, hospitals and funeral homes are extremely strict about the control of corpses, so Luo Yan and her husband can only make this decision to build a dawn center.

Otherwise, would you let your son starve to death?

Seeing his mother angry, Zhang Xiang's eyes showed a fierce look, but after a moment, he changed back to his original gentle gaze.

Suddenly, there was a noise from above, and someone opened the door and was walking towards the basement.

"Who is it?"

Luo Yan and Zhang Xiang looked at the rear together.

In the dim light, a figure stood at the top of the staircase.