With an unfamiliar expression and a strange tone, Huang Ling's husband seemed to be sleepwalking, he stood on the bed, tiptoeing, his neck seemed to be grabbed by something, and looked at Huang Ling condescendingly.

The eyelids were rolled up, the eyeballs were bulging, and in the bedroom shrouded in darkness, her husband, who had lived with Huang Ling for several years, stared at her like this.

"I'll make you soup in the kitchen, drink it while it's hot."

The room they rented was not large, the bedroom was cramped, and Huang Ling leaned her back against the wall, her five fingers grasping her mobile phone.

She had a very bad premonition in her heart that once she called, her husband would most likely kill her.

"I—I'm not too hungry." Huang Ling moved towards the door, she grabbed the bedroom doorknob, but before she could open the door, her husband jumped out of bed.

Jia Ming's body is very stiff, and all the joints cannot be bent normally, giving people the feeling of being a puppet carried by someone with silk thread.

The pale hand grabbed Huang Ling's arm, and a cold came, and Huang Ling found for the first time that her husband's palm didn't feel a trace of warmth.

She was nervous and speechless, her body trembling slightly, her pupils twitching uneasily.

The husband's face leaned over, his eyelids rolled up, and most of his eyeballs were occupied by the whites of his eyes: "I'm done, you drink a little more." ”

"Okay, I'll drink ......" Huang Ling didn't dare to resist, she was afraid that she would die in this cramped and dark little room.

The bedroom door was opened by her husband, and the familiar and strange man tiptoed and walked into the kitchen with Huang Ling's hand in a very strange posture.

The doors and windows were closed, and the house seemed completely cut off from the outside world.

Huang Ling didn't dare to resist and was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.

As soon as she entered, she saw an iron pot for making soup on the gas stove.

"I've been boiling it for a long time to stew it, come and taste it."

Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, raised his hands stiffly, removed the iron pot from the gas stove, and placed it on the dining table.

When the lid was lifted, the room seemed to become even colder.

He found two pairs of dishes and chopsticks and put them on the side of the pot, and then looked directly at Huang Ling: "Come and taste it, it's delicious." ”

"Yes." Huang Ling nodded slightly, she glanced into the iron pot, inside was a chopped rag doll, various fragments floating on the clear soup in the pot, the most conspicuous was a plastic face.

The doll's face was partially boiled, but Huang Ling still recognized it at a glance that this doll was the first doll Jia Ming bought for herself.

It's very cheap, at that time, the two had just arrived in Jiujiang, they were not married, they were young and simple, and they were full of hope for the future.

Looking at the shredded doll in the pot, Huang Ling felt that the precious memory in her heart was torn apart.

"How can you make soup out of it?" Huang Ling didn't hold back, but still said it.

Jia Ming didn't reply to Huang Ling's question, he picked up the soup spoon in the pot and filled Huang Ling with a full bowl: "Taste it." ”

"It's a memory between the two of us!" Huang Ling stood beside her, and she felt that the strength in her body was being pulled out little by little.

"Memory?" Jia Ming looked at the doll in the pot, and in a very confused tone, he said an even more terrifying answer: "Isn't this the child of the two of us?" What does it have to do with memory? ”

He swallowed his saliva and let out an ugly laugh in his throat: "There are so many children, if you throw them away, you will come back, and you will eat them all." ”

A normal person would never say such a thing, Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, his head resting on his shoulder: "Quick, eat it all, eat it all!" ”

Huang Ling held a spoon in her hand, she looked at the floating debris in the bowl and the face of the doll, and felt a little like vomiting.

Touching the screen of her mobile phone, she wanted to call Chen Ge's phone, but after thinking about it, what was the use of making a call? Chen Ge couldn't rush over immediately, and by the time he came, he was afraid that something bad had already happened.

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't it tasty? Don't you like the taste? Listen! And the cry of a child? What a wonderful sound. Jia Ming picked up the soup spoon in the pot and took a big sip, obviously it was just a clear soup, but he seemed to have tasted the best delicacies, showing a very enjoyable expression: "I hate children, especially those bad boys who run out of the red house, they steal the things in the door, and they want to eat them." ”

After drinking, Jia Ming's rolled eyes slowly returned to normal, and he looked at Huang Ling: "Drink quickly!" Are you trying to let me feed you? ”

Gripping the spoon tightly, Huang Ling couldn't say anything, and her tangled look fell in Jia Ming's eyes.

"Don't know how to put it down? I'm here to help you. Jia Ming picked up the fruit knife on the table: "Let me help you cut it, it's okay, soon you will be able to drink all this pot, and I will make more delicious soup for you in the future, with fresher ingredients." ”

Jia Ming walked towards Huang Ling on tiptoe, his tone was very scary.

Huang Ling couldn't control it anymore, threw away the soup spoon in her hand and pressed the key dial directly, coincidentally, when she pressed the key dial, the mobile phone page changed, and someone called at this time.

Her one-button call didn't go through, and her finger pressed on the answer button.

"You're the one in my car tonight, right? You made my car like this, throwing two hundred dollars and thinking it would be solved? If I don't give an explanation tonight, then I'll ......."

"Help! Help me! Call the police! I live on the 4th floor! My husband he's crazy! ”

Hearing the voice on the phone, Huang Ling was completely out of control, she took the phone and shouted, and rushed to the door of the living room.

Like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, Huang Ling burst out with unprecedented potential, she was fast.

The door of the living room is divided into two floors, and the door inside is easily opened by her, but the security door outside is locked by someone, and you must find the key to open it.

"Help! Help me! ”

Huang Ling's voice echoed in the corridor, the cold wind poured into her sleeves, and she shook the door lock desperately.

"I warn you, don't scare me." The voice of the young driver on the mobile phone was trembling, he had been in a coma for most of the night, and when he woke up, he saw that someone left a note next to the phone, so he called and wanted to ask about what happened tonight, and by the way, ask for some compensation.

Huang Ling was still shouting, she banged desperately on the security door, and the sharp sound could be heard clearly throughout the building.

"Take a sip." The husband quietly moved behind Huang Ling.

"Help!" Huang Ling shouted hoarsely, her back slammed against the security door, her mobile phone shone at Jia Ming, and the picture in front of her made her even more devastated!

Jia Ming's head was crooked and drooping on his shoulders, his eyelids were turned up, and his eyes were bulging, in fact, he was not on tiptoe at all, but the shadow behind him was pinching his neck and carrying him around.

"Take a sip."

"Help! Stay back! ”

Huang Ling's voice came far away in the corridor, and about a few seconds later, the door opposite Huang Ling's house was suddenly opened, and an old lady glanced outside.

At this time, Jia Ming had already poured the soup in the bowl into Huang Ling's mouth, and watched Huang Ling's body fall softly, and his eyes became dull.

The old man on the other side of the door seemed to be surprised by this scene, she opened the security door and walked to the door of Huang Ling's house, and asked with a hint of sympathy: "Xiao Jia, Huang Ling, is she sick again?" ”

Jia Ming helped Huang Ling up, his lowered head slowly raised, his expression completely returned to normal, but his expression was a little stiff: "Hey, I have nightmares at night, and I refuse to take medicine even if I live or die." ”

"It's hard for you, guarding a patient." The old lady shook her head lightly: "You'd better take her to a regular hospital to have a look, this month, she has been sick three times, and if she continues like this, something may happen." ”

"Yes, definitely." Jia Ming hung up Huang Ling's mobile phone and closed the security door.