"That day, I was the second person to get up, and when I walked into the living room after freshening up, Yoyo was chatting with a girl, and they were chatting happily, laughing from time to time.

I didn't know the girl, but I greeted her and Yoyo very well, and then sat and listened to the small talk.

I didn't feel anything unusual, I didn't even ask the girl's name, it was as if I had known her for a long time and were very familiar friends.

I even took the biscuit from her hand and laughed as I ate it.

After a while, everyone got up, and everyone was like me, talking and laughing with the girl I didn't know for many years.

No one cooks, but the table is full of hearty dinners.

Just like the girl who appeared, no one asked anything, and everyone enjoyed everything as they deserved.

After dinner, we went back to the living room, because of the madness of the previous day, everyone was a little tired, just quietly chatting in the living room.

The girl sat on the couch while I leaned against the couch and sat on the carpet, I could feel her hand stroking my hair, her movements were very light and cold, which made me very comfortable.

We talked for a long time, until late, and there was not a trace of sleepiness in everyone.

When the clock rang at 12 o'clock, Mingming accidentally spilled her coffee, and she went back to her room to take off her soiled pants.

Because they were all girls, Ming Ming walked out wearing only her underwear.

The moment Ming Ming walked to the living room, I felt the girl's hand stop.

Turning her head, the girl was looking at Mingming's legs with stunning eyes.

After a long time, the girl's hand moved again, but it was not as comfortable as before, and the fingers without nails crossed my scalp, and there was a slight pain, as if a sharp weapon was swimming on it.

I don't remember when we talked that night, only vaguely remember that we didn't go back to the room, as if we slept in the living room.

However, I must have misremembered, I woke up in bed the next day.

After some washing, breakfast was already on the table, and the girl was standing by the door, looking at Bingbing who was standing under the eaves and practicing her dance.

I walked over and hugged the girl, and I wanted to ask her what she was looking at, but I happened to see the girl's gaze turning back.

The gaze was cold and indifferent, but there was an inexplicable fanaticism, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

I was startled, but when I looked again, the strange feeling was gone.

Everyone came down quickly, and the hearty breakfast made me forget the girl's eyes, and my friends and I forgot about Mingming.

Since that breakfast, I haven't seen Ming Ming again, but I don't have any strange feelings, I remember this person, but I don't care about her whereabouts and safety at all.

We are still living happily in the villa, but the companions around us are missing one by one, the second is Bingbing, the third is Nan Nan, and the disappearance of no one has caused a ripple in our hearts.

Until that night.

We still talk in the living room, and I don't know when it has become a habit for us.

We talked late that day, and the girl stroked my hair as usual, but after this chat, I didn't fall asleep as usual.

Instead, let the girl lead her to the basement.

I still chatted with her, talking irrelevant things, without the slightest curiosity about the basement, and even turned a blind eye to the glass rooms.

It's like you're wandering down the street.

Soon, she led me to the innermost glass room, and I still remember that the first iron bed was Mingming, and I only glanced at it, as if what I saw was not a friend's corpse at all, but a dispensable thing.

I followed the girl around the iron bed, walked to the fourth iron bed and lay down, the girl squatted on the side of the iron bed, still stroking my hair with her hands, and whispered in my ear: "Xiaoya, your hair is so beautiful, is it okay to give it to me." ”

I agreed with little hesitation, as if it wasn't my hair that was being sent, just a toy I didn't need.

The iron bed next to him kept vibrating, and Nan Nan, whose face was covered with blood, kept screaming, because her skinless eyes were big and full of fear.

She kept struggling, screaming my name, trying to wake me up from my stumbling slump.

But, I turned a blind eye, and obediently lay on the bed, feeling the girl peel off my scalp little by little with a knife.

There was no pain, but it was as comfortable as when she stroked it.

I fell asleep smiling, and I don't know how long I slept until I woke up in a sharp pain.

I don't know if it's day or night, I don't even know if I'm still alive, there is only one feeling, pain, heart-piercing pain.

The pain stretched from my head to my whole body, and the intense pain made me wake up and faint, faint and wake up again.

But human endurance is really beyond imagination, and I don't know how I got through that time.

endured severe pain all the time, couldn't see any hope of life, and only when chatting with Nan Nan could he feel that he was still alive.

We kept cheering each other up, constantly struggling, trying to escape from this cave.

Ha ha......

I don't know if the girl really likes my hair, the hemp rope that tied my hands was not tied properly.

Just when I was about to despair, I finally broke free.

I happily told Nan Nan that Nan Nan smiled, and she smiled happily, but when I untied all the restraints and came to her iron bed, she was silent with a smile.

I can't remember how I managed to get out of the basement, and when I cautiously walked out, the villa was empty, everything was packed up as if we had never been there.

I didn't dare to stay long, so I left the villa as fast as I could, accidentally falling into the sea, until I was rescued by a fishing boat.

I got home, and luckily, my family remembered me.

Mingming, Nan Nan, Youyou, Bingbing, their parents have forgotten them.

It may not be right to say that they forget, they remember their children, and in their memories, everyone died on the ship that went to sea, and only I was lucky to escape.

Everything seemed like a dream, there were no islands, no villas, we just won the lottery and were not blessed with poor people dying on the road.

I told everything I knew, and everyone thought I was hallucinating from being in the sea for too long, and the scar on my head was just an unintentional wound.

Unintentional trauma.

Can an unintentional trauma peel off my scalp so intact?

I gradually stopped talking to them, I just wanted to prove in my own power that the girl did exist. ”

The octopus said everything in an indifferent tone, as if he was telling someone else's story, except for the tears on his face.