(The author kindly reminds that this chapter is mild and bloody, and those who are not fit can skip)

A little boy with white hair, about the height of Anne, jumped in the moment the elevator closed.

Because it is a back-to-back perspective, I can't see the specific appearance clearly.

Through his gray hair and the miserable white skin on his neck, it is likely that he is suffering from leukemia or something.

The elevator hall is very old, and I don't even see the billboards of the men's hospital and the plastic surgery hospital, so it slowly rises.

"Ding. ”

The elevator door opens and you come to the 24th floor.

The little boy ran out first, bouncing and touching the bell hanging in the hallway.

The bell flickered, and the sound gradually stopped as the little boy ran to the end of the hallway.

At the corner of the hallway, a middle-aged woman in her forties stopped her: "Is it Anne or Anna?

"I'm Annie, no thanks. ”

"Oh well. A middle-aged woman wiped her hands on an apron, and the head of a little white-haired boy poked out next to her.

Anne's gaze did not stop, and she continued on her way to an open door.

With the crisp sound of glass breaking, a man's voice came from inside the room: "Wine!"

Anne stood in the doorway and paused, then stepped inside.

Seeing the shards of glass all over the floor, she sensibly picked up a broom.

"Annie?"

The middle-aged man walked out of the back room, about forty years old, with a scruffy beard, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his eyes were foggy: "Hiccup~ Where is Anna?"

"Sister, she hasn't come back yet. Ronan noticed that Anne's vision was a little shaky, and she looked extremely afraid of the man in front of her.

"Hmm. The middle-aged man nodded, and stiffly took out his wallet: "Go buy me some wine, burp." ”

He seemed to have drunk a lot, and took out the money from his wallet, all of which were change.

The middle-aged man looked back and forth at the change, and the irritability of having no money made his brows furrow: "Damn, if it weren't for that stinky female cousin, how would I have fallen to this point?"

"Don't say that about Mom. Anne retorted in a pleading tone.

"Huh. The middle-aged man put down the change and wallet in his hand, and looked at Anne with contempt in his eyes: "If that stinky female cousin hadn't run away with someone, I would ...... Why would I lose my job and live in such a remote hotel? I still want custody back, dreaming! I will return my mother, and you will treat her as if she is dead, do you hear?"

Anne didn't respond, her vision slowly receding.

"That's right. The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly think of something, licked his lips, and looked fierce: "Close the door and come here!"

Anne's vision shook her head.

The middle-aged man chuckled, and his face gradually became hideous.

His face was lewd, and he looked like he was sure of her: "If you don't come, I'll look for Anna." ”

"Don't ...... Don't look for her. Anne was a little flustered, turned her head to look out of the room, and then at the middle-aged man in the room.

She walked to the door, her little white hand holding on to the door frame.

"Why are you stunned, close the door!" The middle-aged man let out a flirtatious laugh from his mouth: "If you want to close the door, you can do it." ”

Boom.

Seeing the door closed, the middle-aged man stepped forward in a few steps and grabbed Anne's hand.

"Don't ...... Let go of me!"

The difference in strength between the two is too great, and the struggle seems so powerless.

The middle-aged man threw Anne roughly onto the bed and began to undo the belt.

"Quick, take off your skirt, burp~"

The vision couldn't stop trembling, and Anne's mood was extremely struggling at the moment.

She grabbed a pillow to protect her body, and kept backing away, shrinking into the corner of the bed and shivering.

"Just as stubborn as that female cousin. The middle-aged man smoothed his stomach with his hand, and his eyes became more and more confused: "What I lost in her, I have to get it back from your sisters!"

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he looked at the door.

Knock knock!

"Anne, will you come out?" was the middle-aged woman's voice.

Knock knock!

The middle-aged man glared at Anne fiercely, his eyes almost bulging out, and the latter shook his head, indicating that he had not called him.

Boom!

The middle-aged woman shouted again, "Annie, are you okay?"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The knocking on the door grew louder and louder, like the beat of a drum.

As the sound stops abruptly, the picture suddenly reverses.

Outside the window, it turned into night.

"Let it go...... Let go of me!"

In the field of vision, the disgusting face of the middle-aged man was about to come up, and Anne was desperately resisting, and her vision was shaking.

The chairs were kicked over, the vase was shattered, and the house was in shambles.

The door is open.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Shifting to the left, there is a man standing in the doorway who looks exactly like Anne, her twin sister Anna Bell.

Anna ran over and tried to pull her father away from Anne, but was knocked over with a backhand slap.

"She's your daughter!" Anna covered her red face as she looked at the deranged man in front of her.

"Heh, you can do it, it's the same anyway. ”

The middle-aged man sneered, rushed to the door and locked the door, and grabbed the panicked Anna.

"No, don't...... Don't come here, let go, let go! Please, let go of me!"

Anna and Anne were born on the same day, and there was no difference in appearance, and she was forced back to the wooden table under the man's push.

The man ignored the cries and begs for mercy, grabbing Anna's neckline with both hands, trying to tear her white shirt.

"Let go of me, you beast!"

Anna pressed her hands against the man's face, looking around for something to get out, kicking her feet.

The middle-aged man was kicked in the crotch, and in anger, he grabbed Anna's arm, grabbed the fruit knife next to him and stabbed it.

The blade pierced through the wooden table, pinning Anna's palm to it.

"Ahh

"Anna!" a terrible scream lingered in her ears, and when Anne saw her father's sinful behavior, the trembling of perspective suddenly stopped.

Through the reflection of the dressing mirror in the room, Ronan saw the expression on her face, which gradually became cold.

Picking up a pair of scissors, Anne grabbed the handle of the scissors tightly and poked at the back of the violent man!

"Uhh

Her strength is not great, and the lethality of the scissors is limited.

The middle-aged man was in pain, and knocked Anne over with an elbow: "I don't want to live anymore, do I? Okay! Then I'll give you a ride!"

Spitting, the middle-aged man pulled out the fruit knife stuck in Anna's hand.

Seeing that her sister was in trouble, Anna, who had just come out, didn't have time to dress, so she hugged the middle-aged man from behind: "Sister, run!"

"Damn. The middle-aged man scolded angrily and stabbed the fruit knife into Anna's abdomen with his backhand.

The crimson blood instantly stained the white clothes.

"Anna!" Anne shouted, picking up the fallen scissors and stabbing the man in the chest who couldn't be called a father.

The middle-aged man tried to break free, but his hands were dragged by Anna.

This small body used all its strength in one moment.

The man seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and he couldn't exert much strength to break free.

Due to the limited movement, the hand holding the handle of the knife could only be sent to Anna behind him.

One knife, another knife.

Anne clenched the scissors in both hands, doing her best, as if she were not tired.

One knife, another knife.

The dark beer bottle on the table shattered in the fierce collision, and a brown-black liquid flowed out and dripped.

Red blood dripped on the floor, like tap water that didn't need money.

There is also a middle-aged man's crotch, which flows out of an unknown pale yellow liquid through the trouser legs.

The overhead fan, whirring and blowing.

The three strands of liquid that could not be blown away met on the floor and mixed into a more cloudy color......