Night, motel in town.

Jamie lay on the cramped, hard cot, pulled his wallet out of his pocket, gently stroked the picture of his wife in the wallet, and his eyes couldn't help but start to burst into tears again.

In the photo, Emily is smiling brightly in the soft sunlight and wearing a beautiful platinum necklace around her neck.

Jamie remembers that the photo was taken on their first wedding anniversary, and that day he deliberately pretended to forget about it and hurried out early in the morning. When he got home at noon, Emily was stirring eggs in the kitchen, and although she turned her head to greet him as usual, she could see that she was in a low mood.

Jamie put down his briefcase, quietly came behind his wife, gently wrapped his thin waist, put his head close to the short blonde hair, sniffed exaggeratedly before whispering, "Happy wedding anniversary, baby." ”

"You haven't forgotten, you're a badass!" Emily's originally sullen expression suddenly brightened, and she put down her hand and turned around, only to be shaken by the glittering ornament held in front of her.

It is a delicate and sparkling platinum necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and a yellow diamond that is not very large but very transparent.

Emily still remembers that when they were shopping three months ago, she accidentally saw this necklace in the window, and she liked it for a long time, but she thought it was too expensive, and she didn't really think about buying it.

What follows, of course, is the scene of lips touching each other, aprons lightly unraveling, and only the boiling kettle on the stove is whining.

The sun was gone, the hotel was still cold and damp, and not far from the window was a large Coca-Cola billboard, red neon shining through the window, reflecting the lonely man in the bed red.

Jamie felt that he could still recall the touch of those two soft red lips, but now the two charming lips could not be closed at all.

Thinking about his deceased wife over and over again, he didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to see the curtains as thin as white gauze on the window being lifted by the night wind, and a shadow appeared in the neon outside the window.

Big eyes without eyelids, an unchanging smile, and a flush on her pale cheeks.

It's Billy.

Billy sat on the window frame, his hands on his knees, his legs hanging down naturally, very quietly.

But his eyes were not very peaceful, and they were turning slowly, somewhat mechanically, as if they were scrutinizing the room.

Outside, there was the occasional engine sound of passing cars, but other than that, it was quiet.

Only Billy, staring at him.

Under the strange gaze of the puppet, Jamie only felt that his scalp was numb, his limbs could not move, and he could not make any sound when he opened his mouth.

Wake up quickly, wake up from your dreams.

He suddenly rolled over and sat on the bed panting for air.

Looking at the window again, there was nothing but the wind-blown curtains.

Outside the house, Qi Zihuan was walking lightly towards the parking lot, holding one of Billy's feet in his hand and dangling the puppet upside down.

"Hey, I said you're still energetic, right, you don't sleep in the car in the middle of the night and run around. What should I do if I scare someone? Qi Zihuan brought Billy up in front of him and glared at it.

Billy, of course, didn't reply, motionless and lifeless, like a normal puppet.

"Thanks to our living next door, Edward's snoring was so loud that I couldn't sleep, and I came out to take a breath and found you slipping over." Qi Zihuan babbled alone, "You said that such a key evidence as you is marked, do you understand Exhibit Seventeen, you are Exhibit Seventeen, what should I do if I lose it?" You want to make me off as soon as I take up the job! ”

Walked to the parking lot, found Edward's old car with a few scratches, opened the trunk and hesitated.

"No, I'm still afraid that you'll run away." Qi Zihuan said as he casually pressed his index finger on the part of the puppet's neck where the name was engraved.

After a few moments, the finger was removed, and the nick was still there.

"Well, I forgot, I didn't practice the strong vajra finger, and I can't erase it...... Take the pen and change it. ”

He went to the glove box in the front seat and felt a ballpoint pen out, forcefully drew a few horizontal bars on the Billy letter, and then wrote two Chinese characters crookedly underneath - seventeen.

After doing this, he threw the puppet into the trunk and walked leisurely to Jamie's next room.

In the trunk, the puppet sat up and turned to look at the darkness in front of him.

……

Didi!

A shrill car horn sounded outside the door of God's House, waking up Henry and Marianne, who were sleeping in their bedroom on the second floor.

Henry slowly descended downstairs wrapped in his dressing gown, and after a few words of negotiation, it was confirmed that it was the car of the transport company, which had just brought Emily's body from the police station.

Several workers carefully carried the body bag to the counter, took out the paperwork for Henry to sign, and then hurried away.

Henry looked at the black bag on the stage with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, and slowly unzipped the body bag.

Sure enough, it's still the original recipe, and it's still a familiar taste.

The blood in the woman's open mouth had long been cleaned, and now it was like a deep black hole, inexplicably attracting Henry's attention.

It was as if in that black hole Henry saw an old woman smiling, with two black cuts on her jaw in the smile.

"She's coming, she's coming!" A frightened voice rang out behind Henry.

He turned around and saw Marianne leaning against the doorframe of the operator's room, holding the crow puppet, her whole body shaking like a sieve.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, in a little while, this will all be over." Henry walked over and hugged his wife, stroked her messy hair, and whispered comfort.

Marianne raised her head, looked directly into Henry's eyes, and asked tremblingly, "Why?" Why are you digging it out? ”

"It's okay, all the blood will be buried again." Henry did not answer positively.

"Is it because business is bad? We can move! We could leave this place! Marianne was getting more and more excited.

"Business? You are wrong, we are not short of money. Henry's expression became serious, and he looked at Marianne and said, "Your condition has become worse and worse in recent years, and many times your mind is so confused that you don't even recognize me, and your appearance really hurts me." ”

Marianne lowered her head and said uneasily, "I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

"No, it's not your fault! You are a kind and gentle woman, you don't deserve this at all! That's why I hate, I hate Mary. Shaw, I hate Arsen. A hint of madness and hideousness crept up on Henry's wrinkled face, "Every time I see you go crazy, it makes me feel more hatred in my heart." I'm going to have them kill each other until one side is wiped out. ”

On the counter, the cold woman grows her mouth.

Does she hate it too?