It is said that rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, could it be that little Roger's mental problems also subconsciously avoided his own small space? This is too nonsense, people with mental problems usually start from the pollution of the places or people they are most familiar with.

It's just so weird!

He walked up to little Roger and asked softly, "Roger, do you like to read?" ”

His eyes glanced at the black book that the child was holding tightly in his arms. The book seemed a little old, and the mere eye contact was heart-wrenching.

Little Roger was unsurprisingly unresponsive.

"I also like to read. Can you show me the book you have in your arms? Dr. Blanc said tentatively, hopelessly.

This time little Roger actually heard his words, he slowly raised his head and glanced at him with gray eyes. Then he gently handed over the book he was carrying.

Dr. Blank was so excited that little Roger reacted. Could it be that the book has some connection to him? A patient who has closed his or her mind because of psychological problems can only talk to him by touching his only window that is open to the outside world. That window could be someone, or it could be something.

And little Roger's window turned out to be this black book, this book, very important to him? No, if it's really important, people with mental illness should stick to it and never let others touch it. Why did he not hesitate to hand the book to himself?

Blanc was puzzled, shook his head, and took the book.

The cover of the book is wrapped in brown paper, which is very old indeed. The black cover has no embellishment, only the words 'Grimm's Fairy Tales'. The rest is nowhere to go.

Dr. Blank scratched his head, and he was about to hand the book back. Suddenly, an elongated shadow appeared behind him. The shadow's hand was still clutching a sharp knife.

Startled, he rolled around on the ground, closing the distance from the shadow before turning around.

I saw Madame Roger look at him with surprised eyes, she looked at him, then at the sharp knife in her hand, and said with a gentle 'giggle' smile, "I just wanted to ask you what you want to eat for supper." Doctor, you don't think I'm trying to kill you, do you? ”

Dr. Blank smiled awkwardly, "How is that possible, haha." It's not too early to talk about it, and it's time for me to go back. ”

"Let's go back after supper, this house hasn't been visited by a man for a long time." Madame Roger blushed, "Maybe you can stay here tonight." You know, there are mountain roads ahead, and it's too dangerous to drive at night. ”

Blank was snickering in his heart, and said as calmly as possible, "What are you afraid of on this mountain road, I was still a drag racer when I was young." ”

"Wow, I didn't expect a serious psychiatrist to have such a wild side." Madame Roger exclaimed.

"Who doesn't have another side?" Blank shrugged his shoulders and followed her to the first-floor living room.

Madame Roger prepares a late-night snack in the open kitchen, though Blank thinks it's a little too early for a late-night snack, after all, dinner had been eaten more than an hour before. However, the host's invitation is not easy to refuse. What's more, after a long night, maybe something can really happen.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Blank stood up.

"Well, there's a bathroom going through the master bedroom." Madame Roger replied as she chopped the vegetables.

He nodded and headed towards the bathroom, stopping as he passed the master bedroom. The bedroom door was open, and although it was a little dark, the hallway light leaked in to illuminate a large part of it. Black lace underwear was thrown everywhere, and there was a smell of Madame Roger's body.

It's a place to behold. I didn't expect such a gentle lady to have the habit of throwing clothes around. He sniffed hard, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right. The fragrance in the room is indeed very fragrant, but there is a certain smell hidden inside.

Some kind of weird taste.

It's the smell of corpses. The smell of corpses that is not quite the same as Little Roger's room.

He hurriedly turned on the light in the master bedroom. The light illuminated everything in the room at once, and the four walls of the master bedroom were painted with horrible red crayon drawings layer after layer, and the rest of the place was many times denser.

The bed in the bedroom seems to lie down whom.

Suppressing his fear, he stepped over to the bed, and lifted the sheets with all his might. A **** dried corpse was immediately revealed. It was the corpse of a man, the flesh of the body had dried. I'm afraid it's been a few years since I died. Looking at the facial expression of the dried corpse, it seems that it was extremely painful before death.

The face of the dried corpse was still faintly recognizable, and it seemed quite familiar.

It's Mr. Roger, the man of the house. Blank had just seen more than once in the living room the wedding photos hanging on the photo wall, and the groom in the photo was the dried corpse.

Didn't he die two years ago because he fell off a cliff? How could his body end up in Madame Roger's bed. Could it be that he died not by accident, but by murder?

Corresponding to the insanely large number of crayon drawings on the walls of the master bedroom, Blanc's mind carrayed out what had happened, little by little.

The terminally ill is probably not Little Roger. It's Madame Roger. That's why little Roger's room was clean, without any crayon drawings. Because all the crayon drawings in the whole room were drawn by Madame Roger. She was the one who was sick. It is likely that she also killed her husband, made the corpse into non-decaying bacon, and slept with the dried corpse every night.

Little Roger didn't know all this, and it wasn't until two months ago that he stumbled upon it. That's why little Roger's personality has changed so much that he will close all his senses.

Blank was not terrified, and at this moment, he wanted to open the window and escape. Flee back to Amber Town to call the police. The beautiful fantasy that came when he came is now only disgusting.

At this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly came from behind, "You saw them all?" ”

It was Madame Roger, who looked at herself with a sharp knife in her hand, smiling.

Blank's whole body trembled, and he turned around without smiling, his eyes fixed on the kitchen knife in her hand, "You go and turn yourself in, I can prove that you have mental problems." You will not be sentenced. Madame, the early treatment of your illness has a good chance of recovery. ”

A weak woman, even if she holds a sharp knife, should not be a threat to herself. Desperately stabbed, he rushed over to subdue her. Blank pondered.

"I'm not sick." Madame Roger's face suddenly became hideous, and she looked at him without blinking, her face contorted, and she roared in heart-rending rage. After a few seconds, the angry expression suddenly disappeared, and he showed a gentle appearance with a smile, "Are you thinking that I, a widow, must not be able to beat a strong man, right?" ”

'How does she know what I'm thinking?' Blank was shocked.

Madame Roger looked at the watch on her wrist slowly, "It's almost time." ”

"It's time to arrive? What should I do? Braque had a bad feeling and suddenly, his feet were unsteady. He felt dizzy, and his whole body, his whole body, began to become numb.

Oops, there were tranquilizers in dinner. How did this woman get the tranquilizer down to an hour later?

His whole body fell. Only his eyes were still wide open.

He saw little Roger walk in and handed his mother the black-covered 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' he was holding tightly in his arms. Madame Roger smiled and slashed the aorta in his neck with the sharp knife of her hand, and his blood gushed out.

Madame Roger put the book in the blood, and a strange scene happened. The book was not stained red with blood or wet. It seemed to be gulping out his blood.

In the end, Blank just felt that this world was too crazy......

Life, well, again mentions life. Maybe there are two sides to everyone's life. I have it, and so will you. It's just that many people have no way to activate and show other aspects of their lives throughout their lives.

Just like human character, legend has it that there is always a person somewhere in the world who is exactly like you. If you see that person, you will disappear. It's a well-known urban horror story. But I prefer to believe that this urban horror story is a metaphor. Perhaps the story alludes to a different personality that is deeply hidden in each person. Few people perceive a different side of their personality. Because the people who perceive it are all suffering from severe mental illness.

Some time ago, a friend told me. He told me with fear on his face that every time he saw himself in the mirror, he seemed very strange. It's as if it's someone else, not yourself.

Shortly after he told me that on the phone, he disappeared completely. evaporated forever in the world, and there was no trace to be found. Of course, that's another story. It has little to do with this story.

It's not a big deal, but it's not completely unconnected.

At the beginning of this story, there must be a mention of a person, a German. Claims to be a German from my school. This man's name is Andrew Vant, the name is very fake, and the person is also quite fat. Ever since I helped their family solve a problem, this guy has completely relied on me. (For details, please refer to "Cannibal Mansion")

By the way, introduce yourself as usual. My name is Night Silence, the author of the book you are holding in your hand, an unlucky man who always encounters strange events. Because I recently left my guardian daughter and Li Nuoyi in Canada to give the old man a headache, I have a rare leisure time. After answering the phone call from the friend who thought that he was not reflected in the mirror, I leisurely brewed a cup of coffee, and instead of milk, I poured a small spoonful of vodka into it.

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