"But, there's one thing I've never been able to figure out. novelty Chinese.xiniqi." She said softly, "It's obviously a painting that my dad bought, but why does it haunt me?" As long as I touch anyone, they will die? And why is it only possible to avoid it if you keep running on the highway? ”

"Who knows, after a while, I'll investigate the story behind that painting and maybe find some clues." Even through a door, I could imagine the girl on the other side of the door shivering uneasily in her cute pajamas, holding her arms around her chest.

"Anyway, I still have a feeling of unease. However, since Ah Ye said that there was no problem, it should be really no problem. After Ni Niandie said this, she paused, and said: "I have more energy, and if I pour out my troubles to you, my heart will be very comfortable." Thank you for listening to my nagging. Go to bed early and good night. ”

After speaking, the girl's soft footsteps went from near to far, and finally disappeared without a trace.

I rolled over and leaned back into the middle of the bed. This nearly 2-meter-wide bed feels very empty when sleeping alone, but the mattress is too soft and I am not used to it. I lay flat, stretching my limbs vigorously, chewing on what Ni Niandie had just said.

Why do Ni Niandie and I feel uneasy? Is there something I'm overlooking, or is there something we're overthinking? The matter is definitely over, this is not necessary to discern, judging from so many years of experience, it can also be determined that there is a full stop.

Maybe it's because there's no sense of realism, but over time, after a few days, everyone will accept this fact.

Sleep, take Ni Niandie to the amusement park tomorrow, and then go home. I hope that Li Nuoyi and the guardian girl did not destroy Spring City. I smiled wryly and complained to myself, and the thought of going back to face them both made my scalp tingle.

He rolled over again, and at that moment, he suddenly felt a hard object on the tip of his left foot. The object was not big, it was hidden in the mattress.

I hesitated, got out of bed, and looked at it curiously. A knife cut a hole in the left side of the mattress, and something seemed to have been put inside. I put my hand in it and easily came across a book. When I took it out, it turned out to be an old diary.

Half a diary, to be exact. The second half of the diary was torn out.

With a slight frown, I looked left and right with a weak heart, and then laughed self-deprecatingly. Are you still afraid of someone peeping? Who is this diary for? It's obviously a guest room, why would a diary be hidden in a mattress, it's really illogical. Do you want to open it and take a look?

There was basically no struggle for reason, and I opened the diary with a snicker, and the evil voyeurism that had bred in the depths of my heart was hard to control. Sure enough, as long as you are human, you will have more or less evil thoughts. I'm definitely not an exception.

The handwriting on the diary is very **, using a pencil, and the person who wrote the diary seems to be trembling, so even the words tremble. After reading a few pages, I regretted it.

Friday, September 12

Today, I was raped by my brother.

When my brother came back from playing ball, he saw me sleeping on the sofa in the living room, and suddenly he pounced on me and tore my clothes. I struggled desperately, but he slapped me and almost knocked me out. He pierced my lower body with something hard, and I cried and screamed, pleading, and he was indifferent.

When the mother returned, she saw the scene in the living room and was very angry. She pulled my brother up from me and scolded him. When my brother went upstairs, she stared at me fiercely, and her eyes were so terrible that she seemed to want to eat me. I was naked, and there was something coming out of my lower body, blood, my own blood.

My mother seemed to think I was dirty, slapped me hard, and yelled at me for words I didn't understand. She said that I was a slut, my mother was a slut, and the daughter she gave birth to was a slut.

Mom is still so scary.

My lower body was tearing apart, and the more my mother looked at me, the more unhappy she became, and kicked me off the sofa with the last kick and ordered me to clean the living room. I endured the pain and found a dress to change into. Tears kept flowing, and as I walked in the corridor on the second floor, the door of my brother's room suddenly opened, and my brother smiled at me suspiciously, laughing so creepily.

I didn't dare to tell my dad about it, because the pain in my lower body was so uncomfortable that I didn't eat dinner. Huddled in a corner of the room, covering her head with a quilt. and fear of pain in my heart.

At night, they all slept. The sound of the door coming from the room, my brother secretly opened my door with a spare key, and the moonlight shone on his face like a demon. He pounced on me and covered my mouth as hard as I wanted to scream. They started tearing my clothes again and stabbed me with something hard.

The pain made me cry, and I stared at my brother's face with tears in my eyes wide and hateful. He was smiling happily and seemed to be torturing me with something that satisfied him.

I don't know how long it was, ten minutes, a month, a year, or a century, when he got up from me and left the room. I was lying naked on the floor, my eyes glazed.

Why did this happen, what happened to me. Why didn't his mother stop him!

Because I'm not her biological son?

Hateful! Hateful!

In the room, there was a blood-red moon, and the thin, trembling words of the diary flowed into my eyes and into my mind. I shuddered. Whose diary is this, it seems to record a very remarkable thing.

My mind was a little confused, and I gently flipped to the next page.

Sunday, September 14

Early this morning, my brother touched my bed, and I didn't say anything, I had already accepted my fate. Just then, my mother walked in, slapped her son, and glared at me. She sent my brother to school, found a rope to hang me from the window, and whipped me hard with a belt.

She laughed as she pumped me, a chill in her eyes. I bit my lip and didn't snort. I just looked at her, silently.

"Look at what I'm doing, if you want to blame your mother. Stinky bitch, you gave birth to this wild seed. She let out a shrill roar: "Your mother seduced my man, and now you are seducing my son again." Sure enough, it's a natural slut. ”

My mother beat me so hard that I didn't feel any pain, I was numb. There was a sound of a broken heart.

"Look again, if you dare to look at me again, I'll gouge out your eyes." This woman, whom I have called my mother for a year, has an angry face on her face.

yes, I'm not her daughter. The classmates in the class often talk about the bloody plots in movies and television, saying that a man from a rich family hooked up with an ordinary girl, and the unknowing girl dated him and even gave birth to a child, only to know that the man had a family.

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