"Xiaoxia, what's wrong with you?"

An An saw that I was silent and pushed me.

I came back to my senses and shook my head, but my mind was in a trance.

If I really bit the paper man, I made An An lose a piece of meat in the same place on his hand.

So will the corpse I stitch up also come true?

With this question, I helped An An pack a few things, carried her bag and mine, and went to a place with her.

When I got there, I realized that this place I knew.

Because last night, I was sitting in the living room of this house, stitching together the child's corpse.

But Ms. An said this was the family she had come back to attend the funeral.

I soon found out that the man she called my cousin was the one who came to my house to customize the dolls.

I squinted at the man, and I always felt that none of this was a coincidence.

Suddenly, a warm hand wrapped around my palm.

I was stunned, and when I turned around, I found Candlelight standing beside me, staring at the small living room, her lips and teeth moving slightly, and the sound slowly penetrated into my eardrums.

"It's full of dead air."

I frowned and didn't speak, while An An said in front, "Uncle Cousin, I happened to be passing by, and I wanted to put incense on the pillar of incense for Chu Chu and worship it, is it okay?" ”

The man who was called my cousin looked at me behind her and chose to refuse.

The tall body blocked our way, and her voice was hoarse, "We moved today, her things are all put away, it's inconvenient to worship, let's come back when we get to the new home!" I won't entertain you because I still have something to tidy up, sorry. ”

As he spoke, he pushed An An and told us to leave.

Such a strange behavior is even more suspicious.

I squinted, and before I could think of an excuse to go in, I heard the candle whisper in my ear.

"You excuse yourself to rush in and take a look."

I turned my head to look at him, and shook my head without thinking about it, "No." ”

How do I know, he suddenly slapped me on the stomach, looking like I didn't use much force, but my stomach suddenly hurt so badly that I couldn't hold my stomach and couldn't straighten my waist.

An An in front of him heard the movement, glanced back at me, met the candle with a look, and instantly turned around to support me.

"Do you have a stomachache?" She asked me with concern, and then said to her cousin, "My friend has a stomachache, so it's okay to go to the toilet!" ”

My cousin obviously wanted to refuse, but the candlelight slapped me on the back again.

This time, I staggered forward.

Even my cousin didn't stop the speed, and I rushed into the living room by inertia.

His gaze looked in an unfamiliar place, and then went straight to the room to the west.

"It's not a toilet!"

The man shouted, but unfortunately it was too late.

I opened the door, and inside there were curtains drawn and a light that wasn't too bright.

Under the lamp, a woman is dressing a little girl.

Because they were disturbed, the girl and the woman looked at me together.

The girl's eyes are dark, the pupils occupy most of the whites of the eyes, the skin is white, and she stands on the ground, with black needles and threads on her head, neck and torso.

"I don't care who you are, leave my house immediately!"

My cousin closed the door, blocked my view, and yelled at me.

I was indifferent because all my attention was on the little girl.

She is the corpse that I stitched with different people's hands and feet and torsos last night.

She turned from a cold corpse to a living person?

I looked at the closed door, and my heart was shocked, and the blood in my hands and feet was running backwards, and it was cold.