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Tomie seemed to have been slapped in the face, and he looked at each other for a long time.

She suddenly lifted her tight vest, and a clear slap mark appeared on her healthy complexion under the purple light hollow erotic underwear.

Sakuya came back to her senses and ran upstairs like a tired rabbit. Tomie slowly pulled up his clothes, screamed suddenly, and chased after the sneak attacker.

The sound of chasing and shouting echoed overhead, and there was no sign of stopping for a long time. After a while, the two of them shouted in the attic, and the ceiling thumped. I couldn't hear it clearly, and I didn't want to pay attention to it out of an ostrich mentality. Tomie's physique is many times better than Sakuya's, and if it was a real one, it would have been over a long time ago, so it should be fine.

The house that Tomie and I bought has been renovated and sold many times, and it is no longer clear who the original owner was, but the previous owner said that it was probably more than 50 years ago, and perhaps this sentence has been passed down from generation to generation of homeowners. The shape of the house still bears traces of the old days, and the interior decoration and furnishings are of course completely different from the original, but the things that the owners did not take with them when they moved away have not been thrown away, and they are all piled up in the attic.

Because there are so many things, adults hardly organize them, and if they have things they don't need, they will put them in it, and over time, it will be used as a grocery store, and it will be passed down from generation to generation. For some reason, it seemed that no one wanted to clean that room, and as soon as the door opened, there was a smell of rotten dust coming from the surface.

The narrow panes of sunlight leaked out, and a strong smell of time permeated the attic, inspecting every dusty object, and occasionally seeing a touch of something surprising in the darkness. You turn it out, it's a doll, it's a photo album, or even a weird thing you don't know what it is. When you look at them, you can hear them telling the story of the old calendar, and as the yellowed photographs are flipped over one by one, the joys, sorrows, and pains of their past owners flow through the heart like flowing water.

You wake up suddenly, like a dream, only to feel that your soul is calm, and many emotions have turned into a breeze and passed away. So, you also want to leave some traces of yourself for future generations.

Perhaps it is because the owners of this house are so sentimental, or that they chose someone similar to themselves, that this attic has been preserved to this day.

For children, it's undoubtedly a treasure trove of legendary wizards, and like me, I always take the time to rummage through them and find things that don't know what they are used for and what they look strange. Or dig out the magazines and diaries of that era, and while Tomie is watching TV, lie in her arms and look through them, imagining that they are possessed by the old owners of these books, and see through their own time with their eyes.

I got up and went to help Sakiya tidy up the bedroom, and after making dinner, I went upstairs to call the two of us down, only to see them coming out of the attic door. Sakiya's clothes were disheveled, her cheeks were red, she was wheezing, and she pressed her skirt and shirt tightly as if she were frightened when she saw me, and there was a familiar smell of yin in the air, and there were some wet stains on the inside of her thigh stockings.

Tomie caught up triumphantly, her left index finger hooked a black lace-edged xiong hood and swirled, looking at the size of the model, it was obviously not her own. When passing by Sakiya's side, her right hand slapped her ** hard, and Sakuya's face was suddenly red and about to drip blood, and she rushed downstairs from me with her head burning.

"The little girl is so bold now, but it feels good." Tomie deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked it at his lips. Shoved the xiong hood and crumpled strappy panties into my hands, grabbed my shoulders and walked up the stairs. Ah, I suddenly realized what these two people had done, and Sakiya didn't wear anything in it just now. As I replayed the scene in my head, my mouth was dry.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard the sound of water rattling in the bathroom.

At dinner, Tomie let out a few meaningful laughs at Sakiya while eating, put his hand on my thigh as always, and deliberately flirted with an obvious posture, no matter how many times I patted it. Sakuya pretended to be nothing, but the roots of her ears were still burning red, and it was not true if she was angry, and she was so ashamed that she poked the beef on the plate with her knife and fork, and she didn't dare to look up at me and Tomie. I guess the expression on my face must be exactly the same as Jung's, because I don't know what to say, let alone what to put on.

The rather sumptuous reception feast ended in this strange and silent atmosphere. I took Sakiya to see her bedroom, and Tomie had been leaning against the door, with a strange smile on his face, and even if he turned his back to her, he could feel her aggressive gaze.

"Is it still appropriate? If necessary, please feel free to say so. I said to Sakiya.

"No, it's nothing...... One qiē is good. Sakiya squirmed.

Although I felt that Sakiya was insincere, I couldn't stay any longer, so I shoved her xiong hood and panties into her hands in one go. Before the air condensed with embarrassment, he hurried out of this bedroom. This night, Sakuya has been locking himself in his room.

Although Sakiya is next door, no, it should be said that because Sakiya is next door, Tomie has a special sense of pleasure in retaliating for the demonstration. She opened the bedroom door and demanded sex more than ever, and my stubborn resistance was crushed. She deliberately wore the glasses she had just bought, and made a louder voice than usual.

At the end of the day, it was already midnight, everything was silent, the sound of the clock ticking and ticking in the silence, and the calm lake outside the window was like a smooth blue-black stone mill, connecting with the night sky into a vast piece. I lay on the bed, my hands behind my head, staring at Tomie's undulating figure in the purple mood light, she sat on the edge of the bed energetically, wiped the white stains off her glasses with toilet paper, picked up her underwear on the floor, and got up to go out.

There was only a faint light in front of the door in the hallway, and there was a hazy darkness on both sides, and Tomie's narrow shadow dragged on the wall, revealing the strangeness in the tranquility.

"Ajiang, where are you going?" I called out to her.

"Go take a shower." Tomie paused and laughed maliciously: "Then go and visit Sakiya, lest she can't sleep." ”

“…… Ask you a question. ”

"What?"

"Do you like ...... Lace edges? "I finally got the issue out there.

"Like?" Tomie turned around with one hand on his hips, with a reminiscing smile on his face, "No, it's just not annoying, it reminds me of when I was with Mae and them......"

Ah, so that's the case, no wonder I always feel that Tomie's movements are too sophisticated, unbridled enthusiasm and unrestrained, not at all like a beginner. I can't help but think about the different personalities of the same body, should I say it is lace edge or self-desecration?

"Don't bully Sakuya, she's a good girl." I say. I don't know why, but there is no thought in my heart to stop her.

"I can't guarantee that. It's a delicious little apple. Tomie's figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only her voice, "But don't worry, I won't break her." ”

Tomie closed the mood lamp and the door when he went out. Darkness came suddenly, and the night light became clearer, like clear well water, flowing quietly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, faintly forming a transparent pillar of light at the foot of the bed. It was the first time I had seen such a strange and quiet scene, so I put on a blanket, got up and went to the window to look at the source of the light, only to see a reddish patch in the sky, which extended to the place near the lake, and gradually diluted to the point where it was almost invisible, as if it were coming from the back of the house, like a lighthouse with a lighthouse.

Isn't the clock tower in the middle of the apartment, at the back of the house, the highest point here, like a lighthouse? There seemed to be some shadows wriggling in the darkness of the lake in the distance, and they seemed to be slowly approaching, but after a long time, the distance did not seem to change. Is it a hallucination? I couldn't help but think to myself, on weekdays, there are indeed townspeople and tourists fishing in that flat lake, but who would sail at night?

I opened the window slightly, and the night wind blew through the cracks, and the wind chimes hanging from the window tinkled and tinkled. I suddenly felt a little cold, and as soon as I closed the window, I immediately felt a feeling of drowsiness welling up in my heart.

The drowsiness came so suddenly, my eyelids became heavier, the heavens and the earth swirled as if drunk, and at last I felt myself fall on the bed, and my consciousness fell into the dark abyss.

"Seventy-six, five-four, three-two-one, see how I catch you;

Find the east to look to the west, and hide the cat there;

Wooden people, wooden people, come to the center;

The foul will disappear, and the moving out will be discarded. ”

The familiar nursery rhymes and the girl's silver bell-like laughter kept ringing behind me, and every time I turned away, it still sounded behind my back. I finally saw the figure and tried to catch her, but when I stretched out my hand, the darkness in front of me suddenly cracked, the flat ceiling came into view, the thunderstorm outside the window, and the sound of the window trembling in the wind.

I was not standing or lying, but sitting on the ground, with my right hand outstretched in the center of a lattice pattern. My heart was pounding, it was a nightmare. As far as the content of the dream is concerned, there is nothing frightening, but the oppressive and strange feeling has always remained in the bottom of my heart.

No, I suddenly woke up. Isn't the current scenery around you the same church-like hall in your dreams? In other words, I didn't wake up, or rather, I officially entered the dream. However, there is no hazy feeling of dreaming at all, all the senses are working, you can smell the rain, and the shining thunder is very real. I squeezed the back of my hand hard, and the pain was so clear.

Is this an incredibly realistic dream, or is it your own soul back to a psychiatric hospital ten years ago? Why is this happening? Why me? Is there anyone else here?

Countless doubts lingered in my mind. I got up and searched around, trying to find something different from the last time I came. In this hall there are still only statues of himself and the Virgin Mary. The dead silence and emptiness gave me the illusion that my soul seemed to float up, looking down on the entire church hall in the air, and my own small as an ant.

The wide front entrance was still tethered and could not be opened, but soon I noticed a corner that looked familiar. As I walked over, I pondered where I had seen it.

My hand was in my pocket. Then I realized that I was not naked, and I wore the same clothes as I had worn during the day, and I still had the glasses I had just bought on the bridge of my nose. There seemed to be something in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, it was a crumpled photograph.

The woman with a stern and elegant temperament sat on a black high chair, looking rigid and polite, with no smile on her face, and her cold and haughty gaze seemed to turn into substance in my face.

I remember, her name is Erin, and she is from this mental hospital, but I don't know if it's a staff member or a patient. In the afternoon, her son left this photo in the optician, and the owner of the optician, who said she had died 10 years ago.

If you look closely, the yellowed photos are indeed imprinted with the traces of time......

Wrong

How did the photo end up here? I remember having been taken back by the owner of the optical store. Moreover, the photo at that time was obviously new, and there should be other people around Erin, it was a group photo.

But what is in my hands at this time is an old solo photo.

I flipped over the photo, and there was a line of swastika on the back of the photo:

Who can see their true self? That's an abomination. —Erin A. Mar Jones, 1983.

The place where the woman was was in the corner of the room, and behind her was a window, where I was standing.

In the photo, tree branches and walls can be seen faintly outside the window. I looked up at the window, and a face with thin and pale cheeks and deep contours reflected in the thunder light on the glass window, incomparably clear.

I took two steps back in horror, blinked, but saw nothing but the same scenery as in the photo, except that the branches were slanted by the storm.

I cautiously stepped forward and stared at the glass window, it was my own face. Was it an illusion?

"Anyone?" I didn't think anyone would answer, but I screamed.

Indeed, no one responded.

I tried to open the window, but it didn't move as if it had been glued together.

Sure enough, I could only go inside, and I looked at the entrances on either side of the statue of the Virgin Mary, and this time, the girl did not appear behind the door again. All the windows were tightly closed, but the candle at the foot of the statue of the Virgin swayed as if blown by the wind, and was simply extinguished.

As at that time, a wordless darkness once again hung over the hall, as if there was a will urging me forward.

I entered the entrance on the left, climbed the stairs, and entered the hospital again. The white walls and floors were glaring in the bright light, and I didn't move, for a voice in my heart told me that in a few seconds, the incandescent lamps would be damaged.

Sure enough, the sizzling sound of electricity at the incandescent lamp became louder and louder, and then it was cut off by an invisible hand, and the place where it came into view was dim, and less than half of the incandescent lamp was left, and it was not as bright as before, like a dying old man.

When I wanted to turn right and go to a place I hadn't been to once, there was a slight babbling sound right in front of me. I followed the sound vigilantly, only to see the door to room 1o7 that I had entered last time open on its own. But there's no one in that hallway, maybe in the room?

"Who's there?" I shouted.

There was no response, and the open door seemed to invite me in. I was a little suspicious and hesitant, I didn't forget what happened to me the last time I entered the room, and the pain and horror of being overwhelmed, gnawed, and burned by insects was deeply imprinted in my heart.

I glanced at the picture in my hand, tucked it back into my pocket, and summoned the quark.

Quark landed on my shoulder. I tried to use "circle", but the feeling of being visible with my eyes closed within the circle was nowhere to be seen.

I finally admit that in this place, I don't have weapons, I can't use talents and abilities, and I am not much different from ordinary people except for making magic quarks.

Usually, I always tell myself not to forget the thoughts of ordinary people, if you don't put yourself in their shoes, then you will really become a monster. However, at this moment, the loss of power has made me deeply realize that I am completely different from ordinary people. Although it still hurts, I am afraid, and I am sad, but the calmness and coldness hidden deep underneath it are really like a monster.

My love line seems to be divided into two, one is agitated and undulating, and the other is always a straight line.

I didn't stop my footsteps, and walked to the door and looked inside, where a girl was lying on the ground drawing with red crayons.

The shadow under my feet stretched all the way to her body, covering the painting and covering her face. When the girl looked up with feeling, I couldn't even make out what the face hidden in the shadows really looked like.

"Good evening." She spoke first, not afraid of life at all, and her milky voice was like being stained on glutinous rice. Probably not even ten years old, right?

"Good evening." I didn't go into the room, but through the intersection of light and shadow, I asked, "What is this place?" ”

"Psychiatric hospital." As she spoke, she lowered her head and continued to draw.

"You're a patient here?"

"It's not." "This is my home," she said. ”

"Home?" What does she mean is that she is an ordinary person living in this mental hospital? "Your family is a sick person?"

"It's not." "I have no relatives," she said. ”

I still don't understand her identity, but although the way she appears is a little weird, it should be a human and not a ghost, and she has a shadow.

"What about the others here?" I asked the biggest confusion in my mind.

"It's all hidden, locked up, or eaten." The girl replied.

"Eat?" I was a little surprised, whether it was hiding or locked up, it sounded normal, after all, it was a mental hospital, but it was eaten...... And, she seems to be referring to the fact that this is happening to both patients and staff.

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