I thought about it for a long time with this ID card, and finally decided to go to her house to have a look. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: щ. . If you want to understand why the housewife goes crazy and why her face turns into mud, you can only start with the things that she has the most access to every day. Where can an Obasan be 'sexually' exposed to something on a regular basis? The first is the home, and the second is the supermarket.

The supermarket doesn't care about it for now, the most important thing is whether there is something in her house that prompts her to act crazy and the mutation of the 'meat' texture of her face. I absolutely do not believe that these conditions are caused by a disease. What kind of disease does it take to turn the flesh of the face into mud? So far, humans have not discovered it, and I have never heard of it. I didn't know the place well, and I found a car rental company after looking for a long time, and I bought a g*** by the way. After positioning, he slowly drove towards the White Horse Community. In my head, the terrifying scene just now always lingers. The disgusting sensation was so visually striking.

The White Horse community is not difficult to find, it is a resettlement house built for the residents who were demolished during the construction of the 'jade' stone promenade. There are many buildings and they are quite large, and it is tentatively estimated that at least hundreds of households live in them.

There was a guard at the gate of the 'gate', and when he saw me driving, he opened the 'door' without even asking me a word and let me in. Most places in this era are so strange that strangers who drive no matter what you do, anyway give the parking fee as you go and go as you like. And the stranger who walks, unless you are dressed like a person of five or six, will either stop you from entering, or will be interrogated and registered.

It's as if human beings have tacitly established a code of conduct formula: a rich person is an absolutely good person.

Shaking his head slightly, he quickly parked the car. I looked at Obasan's ID card, confirmed the building number, and then walked leisurely to the target location.

The number No. 2 on the first floor of Unit 3 of Building 4 seems to be very clean and bright, but when it is really difficult to find it. It took me to find the building number in a hidden corner, and when I walked into the building, I stood in front of the door of Crazy Obasan's house, but there was a trace of hesitation.

What excuse should I make for this family?

I don't know, forget it, I'm too lazy to care so much, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and one step at a time.

I pressed the bell hard, but no one answered the door. Press again, and no one either. I rang the doorbell more than ten times, and it was quiet inside, as if there was no one in the house.

I squinted my eyes slightly, hesitated, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. No one is better, so it's easier to search.

Take out a set of tools for unlocking from your pocket, and gently dial a few times, and the anti-theft 'door' will be easily opened. I grabbed the corner of the 'door', quietly walked in, and closed the 'door'. A set of actions is so smooth that even if someone inside is afraid that they won't notice it.

I leaned my back against the big 'door' and looked around. This is a two-bedroom and two-hall house, roughly estimated to be about 90 square meters, which is considered a small apartment. The large 'door' is facing the living room, and next to the 'door' is a large dark red 'color' sofa. The curtains were tightly drawn, and the lights were not turned on, so the whole room seemed particularly dark. My eyes widened to barely see my surroundings.

Obasan's home is ordinary. White 'colored' floor tiles, the house has no ceiling, the harmony of home furnishings is very general, it should not be uniformly decorated, but a little money to add some furniture, little by little to fill the house. Judging from the furnishings and quality, it is not a wealthy family.

I took a small cautious step forward, pulling my flashlight out of my pocket and looking around. This is the home of the crazy Obasan, but there is nothing strange about it in any way. What is 'revealed' everywhere is just ordinary. There was a TV opposite the couch, which was old and not LCD. There was a photo on the TV. In the photo, Obasan's figure is not as fat as it is today, standing quietly on the right, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth. There are two other people in the photo, a man and a woman. The 'girl' stood in the middle, quiet and beautiful. On the far left of my husband, he is dressed in a 'stiff suit' and has a serious face, and he is the most ordinary office worker. Sure enough, it is the most ordinary family, like one of thousands of families in the world, and there is no weird aspect. What caused Obasan's insanity? Could it be that there are harmful substances in this home, which have been imperceptibly affected for a long time, so that Obasan's 'spirit' has gone wrong, and the DNA has also mutated?

Thinking of the inexplicable sci-fi plot in my head, I shook my head slightly.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from not far away, as if something was moving. I immediately squatted down alertly, and the whole person hid on the side of the sofa, forming a visual blind spot with the source of the sound.

Judging by the layout of the house, the family only had one bathroom, and it was from the bathroom that the sound came from. My eyes widened, and I watched the movement carefully. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't hear the sound just now.

I waited a little longer, and I was really impatient. I shook the gun in my hand and walked towards the bathroom step by step. The whole room was quiet, and there was a strange atmosphere. My nerves tensed.

I finally walked to the bathroom 'door'. The 'door' was closed, and when I looked down, the sliding 'door' didn't lock the thing. So I gritted my teeth and pulled the door open.

In the moment it was opened, the muzzle of the gun was pointed slightly into the 'door'. My gaze followed and I froze when my retina adjusted to the light inside.

Because he had encountered Obasan's mutation, he was already very vigilant, and when he opened the 'door', he also thought about many terrifying possible 'sex'. But when I really saw what was inside, I was very uncomfortable. It's not because of the weirdness of the things inside, but because it's too unexpected.

There was a 'girl' standing inside, a very beautiful 'girl' child. She is tall and tall, exuding a youthful vitality. The 'girl' was wrapped in a thin pink 'colored' bath towel, and her lovely face was full of horror. Her hair was wet and dripping. Most of the fair skin is exposed to the air, and the unique fragrance of 'girl' students permeates the entire bathroom, making people fascinated.

The 'girl' screamed in fright, instinctively closed her eyes, and threw the 'wool' towel in her hand at me. I suddenly woke up from my daze, and my mind suddenly judged the situation that was present. Either way, you have to stop her screaming 'chaos', otherwise the situation will really get out of hand. As for the rest, let's talk about it when we control her.

This 'girl' child is obviously the 'girl' of the family in the photo, but she is a little more mature and beautiful, about nineteen years old. With her eyes closed, she seemed to guess my thoughts, biting her lip and desperately opening her eyes, constantly grabbing the things next to her and throwing them at me. I was completely regarded as a burglary to strengthen the 'rape', unlucky.

I quickly 'pushed' her closer, my wrist grazing her neck and trying to cover her mouth. But before his hand could touch her, he suddenly felt something hit the back of his head hard, and a muffled sound of blunt objects reverberating in the air.

My eyes were white and I felt top-heavy, and I fell to the ground. Just before losing consciousness, his gaze swept behind him. There was only a wall of snow-white tiles behind it, and then there was nothing left. Not far away, a metal vanity case fell, bounced off the ground, and rolled to the girl's feet.

The 'girl' was curled up in a corner of the bathroom in horror, and she saw me slowly closing her eyes and looking at my face. Suddenly he thought of something, and pounced on me while screaming.

Damn, that metal vanity case was still behind me when I went inside, so how did that 'girl' smash it on the back of my head?

Puzzled, I finally closed my eyes and was completely unconscious.

Speaking of which, the recent luck is really bad, no matter what happens, whether you encounter a monster or a beautiful 'girl', you will always be knocked out by an inexplicable ghost. Could it be that he was punished by heaven because he didn't believe in gods and Buddhas?

I suddenly remembered a fable about a fisherman who had first-class fishing skills and was revered as the "King of Fishers". However, the "Fisher King" was very distressed in his old age, because his three sons were mediocre in their fishing skills.

So he often told people about the distress in his heart: "I really don't understand, my fishing skills are so good, why are my sons so bad?" I taught them fishing techniques from the very beginning, from the most basic things, to tell them how to weave a net to catch fish most easily, how to row a boat without alarming the fish, and how to lower the net to attract fish into the urn. When they grew up, I taught them how to recognize the tide and how to distinguish the fish and the flood. I have passed on to them all the experience I have worked so hard to sum up over the years, but their fishing skills are not as good as those of the fishermen's sons who are worse than me! ”

A passer-by listened to him and asked, "Have you been teaching them hand in hand?" ”

"Yes, in order for them to get first-class fishing skills, I taught them carefully and patiently."

"Have they been following you?"

"Yes, in order to make them less detours, I have always let them learn from me."

The passer-by said, "Then your mistake is obvious." You only teach them the skills, but you don't teach them the lessons, and for talent, no lessons are the same as no experience, you can't make people great! "Perhaps, a long period of good times has made me begin to become negligent, less alert, and have forgotten the dangers of this world, and even the perversion of my own world and the events I have experienced. When I woke up, I didn't know when. I lay quietly in a soft place, not tied up as I thought I would be, nor beaten or abused. There is even a feeling of tightness on the back of the head, and there is a coolness, as if it has been 'drugged'.