Lao Zhao's muscles tightened, and he slowly walked upstairs, the two heads were still on the ground with his eyes open, he turned his head and grabbed the two heads and stuffed them into the bamboo basket, but the diameter of the bamboo basket was too small, and he didn't stuff it for a long time.

He didn't dare to look at it, so he shoved it with his hand.

"Oops, you hurt me!"

Lao Zhao followed with an "oops", and was so frightened that he threw away his head again, and the head rolled to the side, looking at Lao Zhao with slanted eyes.

"He, he can talk!"

Granny Fang stood upstairs, her voice was like a strange wolf, "You comfort it well, it won't hate you, if it hates you, you won't live to dawn!" ”

"How can I comfort it?" Lao Zhao opened his frightened eyes.

"Put it to sleep!"

"Put it to sleep? How.. How to coax? ”

"Won't you put your children to sleep? What a fool, then let her eat you! ”

Lao Zhao looked at the head and looked at himself with dripping eyes, revealing bloody teeth, "Don't, don't, I'll coax!" ”

With his legs limp, he crawled towards the head, and then, holding it, stroked his hair with his hands, it was the head of an adult male, who looked a few years older than him, and it was still looking at Lao Zhao with its eyes open.

"Stupid, you can't sing lullabies, do you?"

Lao Zhao cried with a sad face, tears were about to stay, his voice trembled,

"O wind,

You have to blow gently,

Birds,

You're going to bark softly.

My little baby,

It's almost time to sleep."

He just kept singing like this, holding the most terrifying "baby" in the world

"Shhhh

Lao Zhao nodded mechanically and gently put it into the basket, which was gentler than putting his own child.

"There's another one, you go and coax it!"

"O wind,

You have to blow gently,

Birds,

You're going to bark softly.

My little baby,

It's almost time to sleep......

Lao Zhao held his head, the head of a pale woman, about the same age as herself, she was not easy to sleep, and looked at Lao Zhao with big eyes.

"Time is running out, hurry up!"

Lao Zhao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, put his cheek next to the cold head, and gently caressed it, "Sleep, my baby!" ”

"Hey, hey!" Lao Zhao heard a comfortable laugh in his ear.

As the sky got brighter, Lao Zhao numbly shook the baby in his arms, "It's asleep too, put it in!" Then carry me upstairs! ”

The stairs were bloodless, as if they had been cleaned.

"1401" Granny Fang's room.

She slowly opened the door of the room, looked at Lao Zhao and smiled weirdly: "Come in with me, you have done so many things for me, I made soup, please drink!" ”

Lao Zhao pressed his trembling legs and shook his head violently.

"Why, you look down on my cooking, my children love to drink the soup I make!"

"Affordable, affordable!"

"Then come in and put my baby on the bed!"

Lao Zhao followed Granny Fang into the dim room, the room was damp and musty, all the curtains were tightened, and the home was the same as an ordinary family, with all kinds of furniture and electrical appliances.

The only sound was the kitchen casserole, which made a "gurgling" sound, and a pale white aroma wafted out of the pot, and she was eating it in stew!

"Put the baby on the bed!"

Lao Zhao didn't dare to resist, dragged his legs and walked towards the bedroom, there was no terrifying scene such as an imaginary human head on the bed, the bedding was stacked neatly, and there were a few clothes next to the bed, as if they had just been washed and had not had time to fold them.

He carefully put down the basket, and lowered his head to see that the clothes were all brown, and there were sewing needles and threads on them, as thin as cicada wings, and he couldn't help but touch them, like deflated balloons, what kind of strange clothes are these.

Granny Fang stood at the door and stared at him, "Come over and drink soup!" ”

He walked to the table, sat down calmly, Granny Fang put the stew pot in the center of the table, slowly got up, walked to the corner, opened the vinyl record, put the thimble, and the record emitted a woman's singing.

Lao Zhao just wanted to leave this room, how could he have the heart to listen to the song, Granny Fang first scooped him a bowl of clear soup, with slender green onions floating on it, and then looked at him, which meant "Drink quickly!" ”

Lao Zhao held his breath and drank it all, the hot soup scalded his tongue and throat, and he didn't notice it.

"Look at your urgency, I'll give you another bowl of meat!"

Granny Fang thought for a while, and smiled again: "Wait a while, I will call my children to eat with you, no one likes to drink the soup I boiled so much for a long time."

She first took out a photo with a photo of her and three people, "Look at them, they are all my children." ”

went to the kitchen and took out three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks, and then ran into the bedroom and took out a few clothes on the bed, one on a seat, Lao Zhao didn't know what she was doing.

Granny Fang put a few pieces of clothes neatly on the backrest, and then,

She actually blew into it, the dress slowly rose, she was like blowing up a balloon, she was not in a hurry, she was blowing slowly!

Lao Zhao went from doubting to suddenly realizing, his scalp began to tingle, his fingers trembled unconsciously, that old woman was blowing human skins!

The arms of the human skin, the legs have bulged, and the waist is also straight, like a real person sitting there, textured person! No wonder there were sutures everywhere, that was the part of the human body where there were gaps, she stitched them all together, and the whole one was sewn up on the neck, and those "clothes" without heads came to life, and she sat naked at the dining table.

Granny Fang slowly blew out a few pieces of "clothes", went to the bed and took out two heads, put them on the necks of the two "clothes" with obvious male and female characteristics, and then took the candle and dripped it little by little on the skull and the neck of the "clothes", dripping a thick layer.

She looked around the wax-dripping heads, nodded, and then took out her carving knife and began to carve into the faces.

Lao Zhao felt that he was about to suffocate, what kind of person was this, what room, he could hear his "thump" heartbeat.

Time passed little by little, and Granny Fang stood for a long time, and she didn't feel tired, until she carved the last knife, took the photo and compared it, and asked Lao Zhao again: "Do you think they are my daughters now?" ”

Lao Zhao nodded slowly, and his cervical spine stiffened as if he couldn't move.

"I almost forgot, and my favorite little girl!"

She left the table again and opened the refrigerator, which was brighter than all the light sources in the room. Lao Zhao blocked his swollen eyes with his hand and looked at the light source. After a brief moment of dizziness, he watched the objects in the refrigerator become clearer and clearer.

Another human head, wrapped in ash, carved with the face of the youngest girl in the photograph.

"Everyone is together, eat!"

Granny Fang smiled and filled them with soup.

Lao Zhao saw that there was still a finger in his bowl, dangling in it!

The wax man sitting on the dining chair, like a tombstone, is facing him,

Laughing!