It is in his narrative that the whole thing becomes clear.

He removed his hand, raised his bloodshot eyes, and his voice became hoarse: "My mother is alive...... And it crawled out of the coffin, no matter how much I don't believe it, at this time I have to admit that this puppet is special, no! It should be said that it is weird. ”

His next words surprised us even more.

The puppet seemed to be alive, and its eyes were fixed on him, as if it were smiling at you again. So I didn't tell anyone about my mother's resurrection.

But when my mom came back, it was different, she sat on the couch every day, her eyes open, and she didn't talk or eat. It's like a wooden man, or a puppeteer.

I feed her the food in her mouth, and she just chews in her mouth and doesn't swallow it, without any thought, like a puppet manipulated by someone, just to live for the sake of living.

Later, in order to take care of my mother, I simply quit my job due to physical discomfort, I am a wooden person, and there are not many people who can get along with me, and I still feel satisfied and quiet when I am with my mother at the beginning.

But I don't know when I became disgusted and didn't even want to see her again. Because the mother I want is the one who shushes me on the phone every time I work overtime, and the mother who cooks me a big table of delicious meals every time I come home. Instead of the mother who only knows how to sit in a daze and say nothing.

Once, I couldn't stand it anymore, and since she came back to the present, every time I feed her, she chews in her mouth, never swallows, and sees that she has become thinner and thinner.

I'm all for her good, but she's just a piece of meat, and she never understands my painstaking efforts.

I smashed the bowl and walked angrily over to the puppet, which I kept putting in the living room cupboard. Because I couldn't ignore that weird puppet.

When I opened the cabinet with a bang, the strange puppet was still sitting quietly inside, and I swept its face, and the corners of its mouth seemed to be smiling.

I grabbed it and threw it to the ground. But I didn't dare to pick it up again, because the feeling of this puppet was really no different from human skin.

Cold sweat then broke out on my forehead. I turned to look at the cabinet, only to see something even more terrifying.

I rushed to the closet like crazy and pulled all the clothes out of it, and the scene inside was all revealed. The wooden panels in the cabinet are red, and there is red handwriting all around. Over and over again, there is only one sentence, "Don't abandon me!" ”

At that moment, fear came at me like a violent wave, and suddenly there was a sound behind me. My mother, crouching on the ground, was grabbing the spilled rice on the floor, her eyes still glazed, but she began to stuff the rice into her mouth. The fragments of the porcelain bowl cut her hand out of blood, and she ignored it, repeating the movements of her hand.

Mouths full of blood flowed.

I was completely devastated, and suddenly remembered what the girl had said that day.

Without saying a word, I picked up the puppet on the ground and ran out, there was a garbage bin on the side of the road, I didn't hesitate and threw it directly into it.

I didn't fall asleep all night, and there was always a cry of wolves in my ears, and my mother, as she had just come back, stood there in the crack of the door, her eyes looking through the crack in the direction of my bed. The hand was still dripping blood, drop by drop, ringing in the quiet night.

With a pale face, no blood-colored lips, no way to speak, no way to think, only mechanical movements, like a puppet manipulated by someone......

Just as it was about to dawn, she left the door, and my tense body relaxed slightly. I shuddered and walked out the door, my mother still sitting on the couch, her hair grayer than before at the end of the night.

I looked at my feet, and there was a tuft of gray hair on the brown plank. Everything is starting to go in weird directions again.

Every day I look through the window and I can see the dumpster, and I know the guy is still in it. Now wait for the garbage collectors to take it away.

It's the same every day, and it's looking forward to it every day. But the dumpster remained untouched, as if it had been abandoned, and no one cared about it.

"It stinks! Where did the taste come from......"

"That's it...... It is...... Smelled a lot lately. ”

As soon as I went out, the neighbors downstairs were discussing with each other, and at this time, I had to silently retreat home.

On the couch, my mother's hair had fallen out, and it was as if all that was left was a layer of skin, a layer of skin and bones supported by a skeleton.

There was a strong stench on his body, like the smell of rotting corpses, his teeth were all exposed, his eyes were drooping, and his face was full of corpse spots.

I'm used to it, and since I threw the puppet away, she'll eat it herself, and if not, she'll always follow you. I don't know if it's a survival instinct or if it's always a manipulated puppet.

But I don't want to know anymore.

She still followed me as always, "I didn't eat today...... I don't have any money......" I slumped on the couch and said impatiently, but even if I said that, she wouldn't understand it anyway, and I ignored her when I saw that she was still standing.

I don't know how long it took, but when it got dark, I got up and sat up, and looked out the window, my stomach was already rumbling with hunger, and I stood up, and I didn't take a few steps to see that she was still following.

I was so angry that I threw my coat to the ground and shouted, "I said it! I didn't have anything to eat! Because of you...... I have nothing left...... There is no money. ”

Seeing that she still didn't move, I squatted down and smiled wryly, what could I beg? Can she understand speaking to a dead person? I got up again and walked a few steps, but I didn't hear her move again.

I turned around and saw her standing there, her body trembling and her mouth mumbling. I was so frightened by this scene that before I could react, she suddenly rushed towards me as if she had come to consciousness.

Luckily, I was able to kick her away. Look at it again, where is this regaining consciousness, it has simply become a zombie.

Her limbs were stiff, like a zombie in a movie, slowly twisting and bending her body, moving quickly, like a cheetah. I couldn't dodge, and she tore off a piece of flesh from her arm. I bared my teeth in pain, and my arms were drenched in blood, only to see her take the torn flesh in her mouth and chew it quickly, with a violent movement, and she escaped a real-life zombie.

"What's going on upstairs? Is there such a big movement? ”

Our actions caught the attention of the people downstairs, who were lying on their stomachs by the windows and shouting.

If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will be exposed. It may also hurt innocent lives, but what exactly is wrong?

Could it be that because you didn't eat, you became a zombie? I don't have the time to think about that, though. When she launched the second round of attacks, I picked up the stick in the corner and hit her head with a blow. I slapped her to the ground, but she jumped up from the ground as if she was fine, opened her bloody mouth, and stretched out a pair of withered hands to hug the root of my thigh.

I threw away the stick in my hand and clamped her head with both hands, and I couldn't see her skinny, but the strength of this thing was so great that I could hear her bones gurgling.

I was about to bite my leg, and I endured the pain in my arm and twisted her neck so hard that her hand suddenly loosened and her whole body fell heavily on the floor.

There was no movement in an instant.

I took a few steps backwards and collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, the floor covered in shocking blood. But before she could rest, her body suddenly began to tremble again, and I struggled to prop myself up from the ground, rummaging through the cabinets, and seeing that she had gradually stood up, I finally found a piece of hemp rope and an old pair of handcuffs.

Her head clicked and twisted in front of her, and her body shot out almost at the same time. I grabbed her hand and threw her right over the shoulder. While she was restrained, I took out the handcuffs and handcuffed her.

That section of hemp rope also came in handy. When everything was ready, I walked out the door.

When I came to the trash can outside the community, as soon as I opened it, the puppet sat quietly inside, as if he knew that I would come.

I grabbed it and ran home. My mom was on the floor of the living room, babbling on her mouth.

I threw it on the coffee table and asked aloud, "What the hell are you going to do?" Rise? Why did you find me and why? "After a while, there was no movement at all. I even suspected that something was wrong with my own mind.

But just then, I heard a faint laugh coming from the puppet. I saw that the word "blood" appeared on the table.

Raise with blood, the art of attracting ghosts.

After listening to his story, I only said eight words. Jiang Yu looked around thoughtfully, but stopped at Wang Gang's mother's bedroom.

"And what about later? You feed it with blood? Wang Gang shook his head, "Of course it can't be, it has already hurt me so badly, how could I believe it." ”

"But why sell these dolls?" Jiang Yu turned his head and looked at Wang Gang's face with sharp eyes.

"No...... That's not true. The puppet is gone. He hurriedly argued, "It's missing, to be exact." ”

Since that incident, I have locked my mother in the door. The puppet was also placed on the coffee table by me, even if every time I got up, the house was covered in red handwriting, I ignored it.

But just a few months ago, it disappeared. I went home and searched everywhere, but nowhere was it. And my mother collapsed in front of the bed, reduced to bones. It was as if it were all over.

But that's just what I thought. A few days ago, I received a letter, along with those puppets.

The letter was unsigned, just a few words, "Find a way to sell these three puppets, if you still want others to go through those things like you." ”

I did so, and I learned later that the three people who had received the puppets were dead. I felt guilty, so I was ready to hang myself to apologize for my sin.

"You can't get anything in exchange for your death, I'm not saying you didn't do anything wrong, it's your choice. You've been through this and so you've learned to understand, and I understand why you made the decision you did, but you're wrong, you're wrong, you're not judicing, you're not skeptical. For example, if you pick up that puppet, you don't doubt it, but believe it, because it is beyond your cognition, but whether this cognition is good or bad, have you ever thought about it? Jiang Yu shook his head and said with a wry smile.

I didn't have much to say, but I never understood why I was doing this. And there is a key person, Lin Puppet. Judging from the current situation, the one in my hand should be the doll of Lin Bu, the sister of Lin Puppet.

"Live to atone for your sins...... You're only indirect, and if you think about it, you won't pay a terrible price, and that price is enough. I think your mother will rest in peace in the spirit of heaven......" Jiang Yu stood up and looked at Wang Gang's mother's tablet, which was pasted with a photo of her mother. In a trance, I seemed to see her laughing.

After going out, Jiang Yu and I decided to go back and report on the current process. However, the strange thing does not end there. Who was the mysterious man who sent the letter, and what was the purpose of his letter?

and the doll's secret.