A mouthful of red blood splattered all over the table, staining the triangular tissues on it completely red. When He Wei turned his head, a single tooth was missing, his pointed chin was full of blood stains, his whole head felt like a broken sugar gourd, his neck was soft, Yaoyao fell, and he was about to roll down the sofa to the ground from his shoulders.

Bell's heart throbbed, and she quickly withdrew her fist, staring at him petrified and staring at him.

He Wei's teeth were full of wind, and he stuffed the lump of tissue into his mouth, his face was like a hemp rope and he smiled ugly, and there was a trace of saliva on his lips, and he said strangely: "Come on, kiss, I'll wipe my mouth clean." ”

After the words fell, with the leaky missing teeth, another dirty sewage sprayed from the mouth onto the bell skirt.

The bell felt cold and sticky at the knees, as if it had been stained with a layer of impermeable glass glue, connecting the skirt skins together.

He Wei was very dishonest and moved the scarred and bloodstained body forward, showing the two bloody palms that were spotted and mutilated, and slapped them together and pressed them on the roots of the bell's ears. As he craned his mouth and approached, there was only a punch between his lips.

The bell, who had long been lost and depressed, was struggling desperately, and it seemed that there were still three points left to get rid of this violent entanglement. But she wants to fight but is unwilling, wants to give up and is reluctant, helpless, dilemma, indecisive, red face hanging for a long time like a cat and mouse.

I don't want to, and I don't even want to give up. Seeing two chrysanthemum-like lips approaching him, his expression was blurred for a while, and he had to close his eyes in a hurry.

When the black light was blinding, the red sofa under the crotch of the two was shaken to "squeak"! The curtain fluttering in the air by the window was blown in the wind, and the torches burning vigorously on the floor were extinguished, and the whole space was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

In particular, in the silent toilet by the door, the cry of a wild cat suddenly sounded. The sound was so strange and miserable that it was so loud that it could completely cover the entire small room.

Every time the cat howled, it felt like it was approaching the red couch, but there was no trace of the black cat in the whole blanket.

After a while, the moonlight outside the window shone in, dyeing the blanket inside golden. The cat's meow not only did not stop, but it called more violently.

Bell closed her eyes and was still lying motionless on the sofa, her body was so numb that she didn't wake up at all, even if the cat's voice was screaming in her ear, she didn't react in time. I just slowly felt the burning in my tongue, and the temperature kept rising, just like boiling water in my mouth, and I couldn't bear it.

His tongue was about to blister, and his face changed, and he opened his eyes groggyly.

In front of the miserable white gaze, the bell narrowed her eyelashes into a tear line, faintly looked up at the ceiling, and couldn't help but spit out the boiling water that was poured into her mouth at some point, which was not only hot but also smelly.

There was also a flickering pain on his cheeks, as if a fluffy bug was drilling. When she opened her eyelids completely, a black round cat-faced penumbra slowly appeared in the blurred field of vision from the bottom up, flashing two green eyes in the tip of her nose.

Bell's eyes widened, his expression became more and more exaggerated, and his mouth was open and closed. After screaming, he turned over and grabbed the black cat in front of him, got up and jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the cat's neck and smashed it fiercely on the table.

The glass on it shattered everywhere, and one of the bottles of red wine fell off the table after being rubbed by the cat's limbs, and smashed into pieces, and the broken bottle of wine gradually overflowed from the inside, flowing everywhere.

And the cat on the table had already stiffened its limbs as soon as it hit the table, as if it was dead, and it was staring at the green eyes with its legs sideways, and it didn't notice the slightest trace of life.

Bell felt an inexplicable cold feeling in his heart, spit out hot air, and wiped the tears and sweat hanging upside down on his face. After a long time, he turned his head and stared at the red sofa, but He Wei, who was still sitting on the sofa with whom he had kissed before, had already disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world.

But there was nothing on the couch, but instead a doll with a half-cut limb, a red veil over its head, and a broken red wine glass in its hand.

"Meow !!"

The dense and inaudible meows of cats rang out throughout the room at the same time, even the call of wild cats on the board.

The bell did not look back for the first time to observe the sudden changes around him, but stared at the half-cut doll lying on the sofa with his eyes in his eyes, cold sweat in his head and heart flowed down his neck one after another, his expression was as stiff as a stone, and his body trembled so much that he didn't move at all.

It wasn't until a cat in the chandelier jumped on top of her head that she jerked her throat and roared, and immediately closed her eyes and buried her head at the bottom, and without looking, she stood up and turned around and ran towards the gate by feeling.

When she was halfway through the run, her legs were weak, and she tripped over some unknown solid when she was trembling and trembling, and she fell into a falling flower with her nose on the ground.

His eyes were dull, and there were shining stars in front of him. When he raised his head, he only saw a pair of countless pairs of green eyes flickering back and forth, like fireflies in the dark, and there was also a cat's smell in his nose.

The bell endured the pain, almost biting out his teeth, holding his bloody palm, staring at his tongue and barely standing up.

As soon as she stood up, she ran to the window as fast as she could, picked up a fruit knife from the plate on the table, and rushed to the curtain with lightning lightning.

Bell looked back, her green eyes still shining in the darkness. He lowered his head and took the fruit knife and slashed lightly on his fingers, sucked it and spit out a lot of blood. His face began to become anxious, and he pulled the knife directly on his wrist again, and this time he sucked a large mouthful of blood, but when he spit it out again, he found that it was still blood.

Bell was so anxious that tears fell to the ground, and she was about to cry, so she simply stabbed the fruit knife directly into her chest, and at this time, a large amount of blood splattered out of her body.

Throwing the knife in his hand, holding his bleeding chest with both hands, as if he was taking a basin to catch water in front of the faucet, he took a full "bowl" and held it in his palms, and drank it to his mouth.

But she didn't swallow it directly into her stomach, but in her lips, and her cheeks bulged out a large bag of water, and this time she swallowed it for about half a minute, before she squinted and put on a sad expression and spit out the blood in her mouth again, and then there was blood everywhere on the ground, and there was blood all over her body, and it had become a river of blood along her chest. And what kind of nerves she is making, in fact, I don't know.

But the bell was now almost out of strength to feed, and he was staggering on the balcony, the fruit knife in his hand slid down on the blanket, "Fire, my fire, how can this be." ”

Soon after, the room lit up with countless pairs of large green eyes and disappeared one after another, and the chandelier on the ceiling suddenly lit up, illuminating all the places clearly, and the black cats that had been calling around the side were gone, and not even a single hair remained.

The bell sat down against the wall, the blood in his body running dry, and there was no blood on his face, and he looked left and right at the sofa and tabletop, leaving only a pile of broken glass and a bottle of red wine flowing backwards on the side.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room, and after three knocks, it stopped.

The sound was so heavy that it felt like it was being smashed with a hammer, and it felt like the whole door was going to be smashed.

The bell covered his chest with both hands, trying not to let the blood drain from his body, but his hands were stained red, and the blood kept flowing down.

"Jump! Jump! Jump! ”

Outside the door, there was the sound of hammers slamming on the door, still three times in a row, and the sound was as loud as thunder, not only in the room where the bell was, but also in the entire bar.

The bell had no choice but to lie on the ground, dragging his body forward with both hands, and slowly moved along the door.

But the strange thing is that the bell of this door and the two wolves did not close before the fire came in, it was wide and wide, the door was made of stainless steel, and a few iron bars were welded in the middle, which weighed more than 100 catties, and it was impossible for the general wind to blow it off, unless it was a typhoon.

Therefore, when the bell crawled forward, he also felt unbelievable, but he thought that he was seriously injured, and he might die soon, and his soul was scattered, and the ghost could not do it. I had to continue dragging a long string of blood to the ground, and crawled forward desperately.

Soon, the bell crawled to the door, and was about to reach out and pull the deadbolt when the door opened on its own, as if blown open by a gust of wind.

Bell looked up and saw that there was nothing outside the house, and when he looked down, he saw a leather ball placed in the middle of the threshold, standing still in place.

The bell was reaching out to cover the ball, but a foot stepped on her hand, she looked up and saw that it was a boy wearing Little Red Riding Hood, but the action was extremely rude, and after kicking her hand away, she said angrily: "Get out!" He then picked up the ball and turned and ran back down the hallway.

Before the bell could speak, he looked at the boy's departing back, "Wait! He tilted his head back and looked at his bleeding body, his face pale.

"Girl, this suit is not yours!"

Another old voice came from the door, and the bell had to reluctantly raise his head and look again, but there was nothing in front of the door, and I don't know where the sound came from.

The bell was dying, and when he lowered his head and closed the door again, the voice came again: "Girl, your suit has fallen on the car." ”

The bell looked up suddenly, and then saw a white-haired old man standing in front of her with a suit in his hand, thin and tall, with a familiar face, and after looking at each other, he asked in a low voice, "Are you?" ”

The white-haired old man smiled amiably and said, "Girl, don't you remember me, you took my car before, and you haven't given me the money yet." ”

"Remember, remember, come and save me, I'm running dry." The bell handle was on the handle of the lock, and he was about to stand up, but he found that he could not use any force.

The white-haired old man hung his suit on the door, took out a box from the bag, and when he opened the box, it was full of hot steamed buns. He put the box in front of the bell face, and said with a smile: "Hey, my cat is naughty again, girl, eat a little, just eat it." ”

The bell looked at the box of steamed buns in a drowsy manner, there were about five or six of them, of different shapes and sizes, and they looked like stones, but the smell was indeed the smell of steamed buns.

Squinted at the old man, reached out and took out one, and didn't have time to ask, he just stuffed it into his mouth, and when he was halfway through eating, he found that the taste was wrong, there was stuffing in it, and he spit it out again.

"Girl, don't think about it, don't look at it, eat it, it's all better if you eat it."

But the bell still glanced at it, and found that what came out of her mouth was a small ball of red **, which smelled very bad, and she didn't know what it was, but she was so weak that she didn't have the strength to say a word.

Simply killed the horse as a live horse doctor, stuffed the rest of the steamed buns into his mouth, chewed and didn't chew, swallowed the jujube fiercely, and even swallowed the belt meat directly into the stomach, and when he swallowed halfway, he accidentally choked his throat again, raised his head and said intermittently: "Water...... Give me water! ”

At this time, a cat climbed onto the shoulder of the white-haired old man and barked. The white-haired old man grabbed the cat's head with one hand, grabbed it in front of him, tore the cat's body in half with both hands, took out a bowl from his pocket, and poured the cat's blood into the bowl.

After the bowl was filled with blood, the white-haired old man threw the cat in his hand down the corridor and scolded: "You dead cat, see if you are still naughty in the future." ”

The cat screamed, and the flesh fell on its side on the blanket.

Then, the white-haired old man smiled and handed the bowl in his hand to the bell, and said, "Girl, come and take a sip, just take a sip." ”

The bell quickly snatched the bowl of blood water, poured it directly into his throat, and drank it all in two or three sips.

At this time, I felt much more comfortable, but there was always a strange taste in my tongue, and I looked back at the bowl in my hand, and found that the bowl was red and bloody, and there was a hair on the side, and I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, and I looked up and said, "What did you just give me to drink?" ”

The white-haired old man smiled faintly, took off the suit hanging on the door with one hand, handed it to the bell, and said, "Come, this is your suit, this thing is precious, don't lose it in the future." ”

Bell glanced at him, took the suit and hesitated, as if this suit was indeed bought from the store before, brand new, and there was a price sign on it.

But after hesitating for a while, the bell raised his head angrily and asked, "What did you just give me to drink?" ”

But the front of the door was already empty, and the white-haired old man disappeared in a short moment, without even seeing a shadow.

After the bell stood up with his hands on the door, he found that his body was no longer bleeding, but his skirt had been stained with blood, and he felt heavy and uncomfortable wearing it.

Bell held the suit in his hand, walked to the porch and glanced left and right, and when he looked down, he noticed that there was a dead black cat on the blanket, the body was not formed, the bones were broken, and the blood was still flowing from the neck.

When I walked in and smelled it, I felt that the smell was the same as the blood and water I had just drunk, and after the bell realized it, he immediately covered his stomach and felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, there was the sound of bouncing footsteps behind him, and the bell immediately looked back, and found that the little boy ran back with the ball in his hand again, with a smile on his face so ugly, squatted down to the door and picked up a steamed bun, and ran back.

The bell didn't let him go this time, threw the bowl in his hand, and chased after him, shouting while chasing: "Don't run, you little ghost, stop me!" ”

But the little boy didn't look back at all, he kept laughing weirdly as he ran, and he slapped the ball around the corner and disappeared.

The bell followed him around the corner, and when he looked back, there was a kitchen in front of him, and the little boy was no longer there.

After entering the door, there is a row of stoves, turnips and greens on the desk, and a few white kitchen clothes and hats hanging on the walls. It looked like a normal kitchen, but there was a strange smell coming from inside, which I had smelled before.

The bell walked inside and looked back, there was nothing strange in it, walked to a refrigerator, reached out to open it, and was surprised to find that each layer of the freezer was full of steamed buns, and the shape was large and small.

When I opened the safety layer below, I saw that there were a lot of black plastic bags inside, and the outside of the bags was covered in blood. Among them was a large plastic bag, which was the most conspicuous, and the blood that spilled out was also the most.

"What is this?" The bell reached out and took out the bag, opened it and saw a foul smell coming to his nose.

Holding his nose with one hand, the bell poured out the pocket, and a layer of white unidentified objects fell to the ground, as if it were a layer of plastic wrap, wrapping everything inside.

The bell puts it in the palm of your hand and slowly tears it open, after opening the layer completely. A terrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of me, which was full of dead rats that had been skinned, blood red and bloody, and their tails were frozen.

Among the corpses of these rats, there is also another white crisper box, the bell was taken out and opened and looked at it, inside was a small ball of red **, which looked like beads, very disgusting.

At this time, a live mouse suddenly came out of the corner of the refrigerator, jumped to the foot of the bell, and immediately startled the bell, threw the crisper in his hand, and jumped up from the ground with his feet.

And the mouse quickly slipped under the table and hid.

The bell stood up and looked around in fear, although the mouse was gone, but the psychological effect still made her unable to come back to her senses, and always swept her eyes into the corner, and looked at it for several minutes before relieving herself.

The bell pinched his sweat and said to himself: "Why did my guts suddenly become so small, is it because my strength has disappeared?" ”

A second later, there was another rat sound under the vegetable table next to him, and the bell looked back at the table, where there was a cutting board on the table, and a knife was stuck upside down on the cutting board, and on one side of the knife was minced minced meat, and next to the minced meat, there were several dead mice lying on it with bare skin.

Seeing this scene, the bell suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his stomach, and he wanted to vomit all his internal organs.

The bell made a very strange expression, slowly walked to the table, and looked left and right, the cutting board was covered with blood, and the white chef's hat next to it was covered with powder.

The kitchen knife on the chopping board looked sharp, and I don't know how many times it took to flash such a shiny surface, and when I picked it up and put it in front of my eyes, it looked like a mirror, illuminating the whole face clearly.

As soon as he took the knife in his hand, there was a strange sound of rats gouging holes under the dining table, and there was a strange "squeak" sound.

The bell squatted down with the kitchen knife in his hand, and swept his eyes to the foot of the table with all his attention, but the mouse didn't see it, but found that the little boy was hiding under the table and curling up, holding a normal steamed bun in his hand, and his mouth was full of blood, smiling at her.

This frightened the bell, and hurriedly snatched the steamed bun back from the boy's hand, threw it far away with his backhand, and said: "This can't be eaten, quickly spit it out, this is a rat meat ghost, it's all smelly, it's very dirty, don't you know?" ”

Unexpectedly, the little boy looked at her with anger on his face, wiped the blood on his mouth, turned around and walked out of the table without saying a word.

The bell stood up and looked left and right with his eyes flashing, and there was no little boy in sight. It wasn't until the sound of opening the refrigerator came from the side ear that the bell turned his head to look.

The little boy put the ball in his hand on the top of the refrigerator, turned around and opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of steamed buns from it, and held it in his arms. After closing the refrigerator, he sat directly on the ground, opened the bag, took out the steamed buns inside, and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Hey, little ghost, what are you doing, you're hungry and my sister made it for you!" The bell quickly ran up to the little boy, snatched the bag from his hand, and threw it into a nearby trash can.

The red-hatted boy stared at her with his eyes blazing. But the bell didn't realize the threat, and after squatting down, he stretched out his palm in front of his mouth, and said, "Quickly spit out the half-eaten one, little brother, will my sister cook for you later!" ”

Not only did the boy not spit it out, but he also swallowed the half-chewed broken noodle steamed bun, and then bit his face at the bell finger in anger.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

The boy in the red hat shrank his head, glared at the bell, stood up, took off his shirt, showed two small muscles bare-chested, turned around and ran to the table, and pulled out a kitchen knife from under the cabinet.

Turning back to the bell again, Thunder roared, "I'll kill you today!" ”

Bell's eyes were blue, and he was still squatting in front of the refrigerator and looking at the little boy stupidly, the kitchen knife in his hand was about to fall to the ground.

The red hat boy's face suddenly turned snow-white, his mouth was open, and his two tiger teeth were terrifyingly sharp, he raised the kitchen knife in his hand high above his head, kicked open the trash can next to him, aimed the blade at the head of the bell, and rushed over.

(To be continued)