On a dark night, the mansion stands quietly in a tall cedar forest. There was not the slightest light in the mansion, after all, it was already early in the morning, and both the owner of the mansion and the servants inside had already fallen asleep.

The rich man lay alone on a large bed, stretching his limbs hard. For many women, they occasionally need to enjoy loneliness alone.

Today is the day when I need to be a quiet person, without the noisy noise of those women, the world seems to be a lot quieter!

For some reason, he was particularly irritable today. The feeling of irritability was deeply entrenched in his brain, and he could not vent it, because of this feeling, he had insomnia, and even if he took sleeping pills, he could not find the slightest sleep.

The rich man simply sat up from the bed, took a cigar in his hand, and took a big puff. The faint light of the fire, one bright and one dim, was particularly dazzling in this dark room.

Suddenly, a slight crashing sound came from outside the bedroom.

Got a thief? The rich man was subconsciously stunned, and then smiled, the fat accumulated on his face twitched because of laughter, and it looked very ugly.

He was amused because he was a complete robber, and who else in this world could steal and rob better than him? In front of others, he will always be a philanthropist and a good person, but everyone knows that the things he donates are snatched from those who have dust in their brains and cry with gratitude when they look at him.

And those people will only be numb and let themselves take it by force, and after being squeezed by themselves, they will also throw themselves to the ground for the five bodies they admire.

Some people are born cheap! Their life has only one function, which is to be used as a stepping stone for a great man like himself, to create wealth for himself, and to be trampled under his feet forever.

The rich man smiled, pulled out his pistol from under his pillow, gently opened the bedroom door and walked out. Someone dared to take an axe in his house as a great robber, and in order to reward that man's courage, he decided to reward him with a bullet himself.

In short, he is too bored tonight, maybe find some excitement, and after killing someone, he will sleep more comfortably!

The rich man quietly walked to the corridor, and his fat and somewhat bloated wide body didn't make much noise when he walked.

"Bang bang!" The voice rang out again, still faint, as if something had fallen to the ground. The rich man immediately judged that the voice was coming from his own collection room.

For some reason, he has a quirky collector's habit of collecting things in the form of humans, especially puppets, perhaps because people, no matter how stupid they are, still have their own minds after all. But puppets don't, they never develop their own will, they can only be at their own mercy, and they will never betray themselves. So every time the rich man plays with his collection of puppets, he feels very peaceful.

That kind of tranquility that money, power, and women could not bring him.

The collection room where the voice came from was the place where he kept his puppets, where all kinds of puppets were placed, and behind each puppet there was a very wonderful story, a story of using all kinds of despicable means to plunder them from their original owners and take them for themselves.

The rich man slowly opened the door of the collection room and raised his pistol, but there was no thief, only a puppet lying quietly on the red carpet. The rich man walked over and picked it up, but he couldn't help but frown.

Hasn't this puppet already been thrown away by itself? Which servant picked it up again? But it's okay, in order to get this puppet, I took great pains.

The rich man looked at the puppet's scarred face with satisfaction, which he had scraped with a carving knife! Because this puppet is really not well-behaved, he can't make a sound at all.

Suddenly I felt a chill, and the puppet's face, which looked very hideous in the dark, seemed to exude resentment, and its eyes seemed to be staring at itself.

The rich man shuddered, and he put the puppet on the ground and stomped his foot on it. The clockwork behind the puppet snapped with a "taut".

The rich man laughed happily: "Stare at me, no matter how much you stare at me, it's useless, you're just a puppet, even if I break you to pieces, you can't do anything to me!" ”

The puppet lay quietly on the ground, still staring at the rich man with resentful eyes.

The rich man began to get uneasy, kicked the puppet into the corner of the room, and then turned around and slowly admired his beautiful collection.

Puppets immersed in darkness are the most beautiful. In the dark, these inanimate objects always carry a hazy and mysterious feeling, and the rich man enjoys the stimulation of these visual sensations.

This is just like a woman, a woman with a beautiful appearance and a graceful appearance is born to be a man's darling. They look noble in white, and mysterious in black, but no beautiful woman can win the puppets carved by the sculptors.

Beautiful women always have a time to get old, but puppets don't.

The rich man suddenly had an impulse to make puppets for the women he loved the most, puppets made of their looks, even if they were old and ugly, they would still accompany him, and they would never disobey themselves and cheat behind their backs.

People will always become suspicious when they get old, not to mention him who is already suspicious. The rich man shuddered, when did the temperature get so cold? He looked around, and everything was sitting quietly where they were, but for some reason, he felt something different in this room.

Delusion!

The rich man shook his head and prepared to walk out of the room, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, all movements came to an abrupt halt. The rich man turned sharply and lit the candlestick, then stared at a corner of the room.

It's gone! The puppet that was kicked into that corner by himself is gone!

The rich man felt his heart beating wildly. He searched the entire room, but he couldn't find the puppet that he had thrown away and suddenly appeared in the collection room.

Is it because of my lack of sleep that I have hallucinations? The rich man immediately found a reason to comfort himself. Rich people can always quickly find reasons to explain their actions, and this rich man is obviously a middle and high master. He rubbed his temples vigorously.

At that moment, the candle was extinguished without warning, and before he could scream, a cold gaze froze on his back. The rich man suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, his body trembled uncontrollably in the resentment of that gaze, and he kept trembling, and cold sweat poured out one drop after another like a spring.

A shadow, darker and thicker than the darkness, slowly stretched out and stopped at the rich man's feet.

"Who? Who is it? The rich man asked in a trembling voice, "Do you want money or women?" As long as you're willing to let me go, I'll give it all to you. ”

The shadow didn't speak, just stood silently in place, dragging a long shadow. Quiet! The silence of death slowly passed through this room full of strange atmosphere.

I don't know how long it took, the rich man finally couldn't help it, and he slowly looked back.

Suddenly horror filled the whole brain, and the rich man stared at the ground not far away with wide eyes, and his heart beat uncontrollably wildly, faster and harder, almost jumping out of his chest.

"I love you......"

Just as his heart was about to burst, the rich man finally heard a cold voice, a cold voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell......