No one answered her, the empty room was silent, and the damp musty smell came back.

Miki suppressed the slight uneasiness in her heart, frowned, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "If you have time, you should ask Mrs. Hayaoike how to get rid of the moisture in the old house."

Miki was still thinking about the two live fish on the board, and she was thinking about whether to separate one teriyaki, and at this time...

"Knock Knock"

Miki turned around suddenly, her expression had become a little uneasy and nervous, and just now, when the footsteps sounded again, she clearly caught a glimpse of a gray-white figure running quickly past her.

Someone broke in?

Is it a thief?

Miki tensed up, she grabbed the kitchen knife in her hand, and walked towards the living room step by step, where the footsteps disappeared.

Miki walked over cautiously, she was a little scared, what if there was really a thief in the house, would she want to fight him, could she kill the other person, or, call the police first?

Miki was apprehensive, and mustered up the courage to slam open the half-hidden door.

"Wow"!

Nothing.

The scream that had reached the bottom of her throat was slowly suppressed, and Miki breathed a sigh of relief, complaining in her heart if she was nervous, there were still many chores, and she had to prepare dinner before the family returned, and she had no time to waste...

Miki thought about subconsciously wanting to turn back to the kitchen, but as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw a naked and pale little boy standing in front of her, looking straight at herself.

Miki was startled and was about to ask, but the little boy showed an innocent and weird smile and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What the hell?!Miki stood still, still not recovering from the fright.

Suddenly, "jingle bell", the sound of a telephone came from the aisle.

Miki suddenly came to her senses and ran quickly to the phone.

"Hello, this is Murakami's house.."

"Oh, the truth? He hasn't come back yet."

The call was from her son's female classmate, and Miki replied patiently, but the figure of the little boy from before flashed in her mind from time to time, she was a little uneasy, and she always had a bad premonition.

"Smack.."

A strange voice sounded behind him.

"Smack.. Smack.."

Miki heard it clearly, as if someone was dragging her feet on the ground.

"Okay Yuko, goodbye..."

Miki hung up the phone and looked back to see a figure in a school uniform disappearing at the top of the stairs, like the back of her daughter Orange Vegetables.

"Orange Cabbage, are you back?"

Miki shouted and walked over, but her steps quickly stopped again, she stared at the floor, her eyes widening slightly, and her palms began to try to cover her mouth.

Oh my God, what is that, is it blood?

I saw a long mark on the floor, like a drop of blood.

What's going on?

Miki quickened her pace and ran to the top of the stairs, where she finally saw the back, the short hair, the girl, if it weren't for those horrible tearing wounds, and the school uniform was still clean and intact, it would be exactly the same as the orange cabbage.

"Citrus .."

Miki shouted again, her voice trembling.

The back figure did not react, dragging his legs, and walked upstairs step by step, leaving a shocking bright red footprint with each step.

"Is that you?"

Miki felt a little out of breath, her mind went blank and she didn't know what to do.

"Are you an orange green?"

The back is unmoved.

"Who the hell are you?!" Miki's voice became sharp and distorted with fear.

This time, the back image was finally heard, and he stopped, and turned towards Miki little by little.

"Smack.. Smack.."

Blood dripped down the tattered school uniform and landed on the wooden floor, making a clear sound, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was choking, giving Miki the illusion of breaking into the slaughterhouse.

The man on the stairs finally turned his head completely and looked at Miki faintly.

Miki's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils narrowed rapidly, her hands and feet twitched unconsciously stiffly, and her mouth opened uncontrollably but she couldn't make any sound... When the fear reaches a certain level, it can indeed cause symptoms such as aphasia and spasms.

Miki saw it. Her daughter, Citrus, grinned, from the placket to the neck, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the whole chin, as if torn and gnawed off by a wild beast, disappeared completely!

Miki collapsed to the ground.

"Giggles.. Giggle.."

The bare mouth of the orange cabbage emits strange sounds like fingers tapping quickly on a wooden board, a machine stuttering, and moving old furniture, and it enters the eardrum to give people an extremely disgusting and boring feeling.

Immediately after, like a puppeteer, the mandarin man's body twisted inch by inch, twitching, and the joints broke at a strange angle, and the whole person leaned down like a spider, lying on the floor, two dead black eyes staring at Meiki.

"No.. Nope.."

Miki made a harsh sound, her face was as white as paper, her fingers scratching at the floor, but her body couldn't lift any strength.

The mandarin began to climb down, slowly, not at all like a human being.

The damp and musty smell is stronger, mixed with the smell of blood, reminiscent of... Rotting coffins.

Miki felt her neck being strangled by an invisible force, and she couldn't breathe, and as the orange slowly approached, it tightened more and more.

The scene in front of me became blurry, as if it was blocked by something, a trace of black, was it a woman's hair?

The naked, pale little boy reappeared, stood in front of Miki, looked at her with wide eyes, and then opened his mouth, black holes, nothing could be seen, and a sharp cat meow that pierced the eardrum came from the boy's mouth..

Yourself, are you going to die?

Miki's consciousness began to blur, and great pain and sorrow arose from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, the cat's meow stopped, and so did Orange's body, and both of them turned their heads to look in the same direction.

What happened?

Miki tried to turn her head to look in that direction, but her neck was so tight that she could barely see a pair of shoes.

A nice pair of leather shoes, men's, and a suit...

The pale little boy had a frightened look on his face, and he wanted to run away, but the orange cabbage raised his head, and half of his bloody mouth was raised in the air, and let out a strange roar of anger.

Then, everything in front of me went dark...

Carlo's hands were tightly on the neck of a little boy, and the boy struggled desperately, his limbs scratching like a mad cat, but he looked a little weak and pitiful.

The broken high school girl on the stairs fell violently, turning into a cold corpse, and a woman with a pale face climbed down from the ceiling, glaring at Carlo, and the next moment, her neck was also tightly choked by Carlo.

Carlo exerted a little force, and the resentful spirits of mother and son dissipated into the air like smoke and dust, and the whole house suddenly became a lot brighter.

After doing all this, Carlo poured himself a cup of hot tea and sat down in the living room, waiting for the return of the owner of the house.