The screams came from the bright red room. Although the door was closed, the bright red cry was very loud, and it was shocking to hear.

Along with the screams, there was also a man's cursing, and the content was unbearable.

I glanced at Wei Ping, and by the candle flame, I asked Wei Ping, "Is Li Qiang playing bright red?" ”

"Yes!" Wei Ping frowned: "He beats his wife every night, this man is really ruthless, he is not soft on his wife at all, this woman does not run, he still beats ...... him"

As he spoke, the door suddenly opened, and Bright Red ran out of it screaming, unkempt and bloodstained on her face.

She staggered out of it, looking back at the person who had followed her, like a demon. Li Qiang's face was flushed, as if he had drunk a lot of wine.

His mouth was still full of the gibble of drunken words, and Bright Red ran in front, and he grabbed her hair with one hand in the back.

At this time, I saw Yanhong standing up straight, and I realized that her belly was very large and high, and she was a pregnant woman, at least eight months pregnant.

At this moment, Li Qiang still looked like a demon, he didn't care that his wife was pregnant, so he pushed her to the ground all of a sudden, and punched and kicked her.

Wei Ping watched coldly from the sidelines, and I asked him why he didn't help. He just said, "What's the business with me?"

Bright Red struggled to run up the stairs, screaming for help as she ran.

I also followed, and the lights in the rooms of Lao Zhang and Jiang Fang on the second floor were originally on, but when I heard someone shouting for help, the lights went out immediately.

I was standing next to Yanhong, she couldn't see me, and banged on the door vigorously, begging Lao Zhang and his wife to open the door to save her, but there was no response from inside.

Li Qiang also followed, Yanhong screamed, and ran to the third floor.

The door on the third floor was at the top of the stairs, and just like the scene just now, no matter how Yanhong knocked on the door, the people inside were still unmoved.

It's none of your business, what does the life and death of others have to do with yourself.

In this world, there are too many people who have such a mentality, and it is a good choice to protect oneself.

I saw the drunk Li Qiang, dragging her from the third floor with her bright red hair, squirting wine in her mouth, scolding and scolding, like a Shura in the world, more terrible than a ghost.

In the whole small building, the bright red crying and shouting continued, but in this part, no one came out to help her.

Yanhong was thrown on the floor on the first floor, Li Qiang scolded while beating her, and Wei Ping over there was holding a candle, still looking at everything in front of him blankly, without any expression on his face.

Bright Red took a few steps backwards, and at that moment, she suddenly saw something, reached under the couch, and pulled out a stick from there.

When Li Qiang swung his fist at her again, Yanhong slammed the stick into his face. Li Qiang screamed, and a thick gash immediately split across his face, from the corner of his mouth to under his eyes.

Look at the woodpipe again, an iron nail is impressively handled, and Li Qiang's skin and flesh are still hanging on it.

Bright Red was obviously frightened, and with a shake of her hand, the stick fell to the ground.

Li Qiang covered his face, blood kept collapsing from his five fingers, and a low voice came out of his throat, and he screamed angrily.

After that, he stared at Yan Hong viciously, and actually picked up the one and swung it at his wife's stomach.

Yanhong's mouth let out a pig-killing scream, and the people upstairs listened quietly, but no one came down to help her.

After venting, Li Qiang fell back to the house, and I saw bright red lying on the ground, and blood kept flowing out of his lower body.

At this moment, the puddle of blood on the ground poured into one place, and finally they gathered together, and little by little they bulged upwards and became a human form.

The figure slowly stood up, and after the blood on her body faded, I could see her clearly—it was Meimei!

I pushed onto the balcony and looked back at the sky outside, where the moonlight was completely hidden under the black clouds. Pulling out my phone again, I searched for the news of the previous fire:

This time, the content of the inside has changed: a total of three people died at the scene of the fire, namely the landlord Wei Ping, Jiang Fang and Yan Hong.

The cell phone signal was very good and there was no problem at all.

I understood, it turned out that Yanhong didn't give birth to a child at all, and this girl named Meimei was beaten by Li Qiang and miscarried when she was still in Yanhong's belly for about eight months.

The girl smiled at me, and it was cold.

She turned and walked up the stairs, sat down in the same place again, picked up the biscuits I had bought for her, and ate them, one bite at a time, laughing as she ate.

I picked up the small blackboard next to me, and it showed a house with a burning fire, and in one of the windows, a little girl was smiling strangely at me.

Although this picture is only a few strokes, it is very realistic, and it makes me feel creepy.

Yanhong knelt in front of her: "Daughter, I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault, it's me who didn't protect you......"

Mei Mei's face was still smiling, she reached out and stroked her bright red face a few times, her face turned gray, the whites of her eyes disappeared completely, and her whole eyes were pitch black: "Kill them all." ”

The voice was faint, and Bright Red stood up, as if she had been struck by an evil spirit. Turning around, she picked up the lighter that Wei Ping had placed on the table and went upstairs.

The call came, and the surroundings were bright again.

Lao Zhang was still standing at the top of the stairs, looking at us with a cautious look. Wei Ping was still sitting at the table eating, and the tender ginger pickled in the bowl had already been eaten by him.

"The fire is bright red?" I asked Wei Ping.

"Yes." He wiped his mouth: "His husband Li Qiang escaped from the kitchen window on the first floor, and the most damned person didn't die, it's a bit ironic." ”

"Why didn't you help her back then?" I say.

"Can you take care of other people's housework?"

After speaking, Wei Ping pushed the bowl and leaned back on the sofa to watch TV, Lao Zhang walked towards me, and he saw that the tender ginger I made had been eaten by Wei Ping.

"Isn't it useless?" He asked me.

I shook my head and glanced back at the girl sitting at the top of the stairs playing.

"It's not him."

After saying that, I walked towards Meimei, who was eating cookies while looking at the small blackboard, and when she saw me coming again, she smiled and handed me a slice. I took it and took a bite, and she asked me if it was good, and I said it was good. After giggling twice, she continued to look at the drawing on the blackboard.

I said let me see it, she shook her head and said Uncle, you can't read it.

Reaching for the blackboard in her hand, her strength became very strong, and when Mei Mei looked up at me, her face turned gray and her whole eyes were pitch black.