He looked at his own shadow blurred on the wall. Because the wall was white enough, his figure was particularly obvious.

Qian Xingxing looked at the wall and confirmed again and again that there was no small shadow reflected on it.

"Can I eat this cake?" The girl asked innocently behind him. Qian Xingxing took a last look at the wall and turned back to give her an affirmative nod.

The girl didn't know when she climbed onto the chair. Her height was too low when she sat down, but too high when she stood up, so she knelt directly on the chair.

The cake was placed in the center of the table. She stretched out a hand to drag the red plate under the cake. The friction between the bottom of the plate and the table made a slight sound, and a strawberry on the cake tended to loosen and fall off.

Qian Xingxing reached out and steadily caught the falling strawberry.

The deep red strawberry contrasted particularly well with the white palm of his hand. Qian Xingxing took the strawberry and was about to put it back when a small pink hand reached out.

"Can I eat it?" Although it was a questioning tone, his actions and eyes made it seem as if the strawberry was already in his stomach.

Qian Xingxing gave her the strawberries.

The ripe strawberry could not withstand the tossing of the big and the small. At this time, a small piece of skin had fallen off, and the red juice slid down along the small fingers.

The girl didn't care about all this. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed the whole strawberry into her mouth. She took a light bite and her whole mouth was immediately filled with juice, some of which even leaked out.

There was no paper towel in the kitchen, so she used her hand to wipe the red juice from the corner of her mouth, raised her little face to look at Qian Xingxing, and spoke incoherently with the strawberry in her mouth that had not been chewed enough: "Super sweet!"

This should have been a beautiful scene.

But what Qian Xingxing saw was an old face on a tender body, with deep wrinkles all over the face. The upturned corners of the mouth were covered by sagging flesh, making it look like a smile, and the eyes were only a small crescent slit...

Qian Xingxing took a step back unconsciously.

"Brother?" A soft child's voice came from such an old face. Qian Xingxing felt a wave of nausea and discomfort all over his body, as if ants were crawling on him.

Especially when she spoke, the red strawberry flesh stirred in her mouth, and some of it stuck to her teeth, like a monster that ate raw meat and drank blood.

"Brother!" She seemed a little surprised why Qian Xingxing suddenly wanted to stay away from her. "Don't you want to eat cake?"

cake.

Qian Xingxing rolled her eyes and looked. On the white cake, blue candles were lit, the flames flickering. In the light of the flames, the red color of the strawberries became more vivid, as if blood was pumped into them.

Gulp.

He heard the other person swallowing, but it shouldn't have been so clear.

"Why are you silent, brother?"

The childish voice kept asking him questions, but Qian Xingxing looked at the old face and met the lifeless eyes, and his heart beat faster and faster.

That definitely couldn't be the child's eye. Only a little bit of the pupil was left, like a black dot on each of two white ping-pong balls.

What’s more important is the stuff in those eyes, which is thick and sticky. If it falls on a person, they will feel like they are being entangled by a slimy octopus.

"Don't you like cake?" She climbed down from the chair. There was still strawberry juice on her hands, but it had dried up, leaving some light red marks.

"Why not eat it?"

Qian Xingxing watched her walk towards him step by step, and the sticky and uncomfortable feeling of being entangled on his body became even stronger.

Every time she took a step forward, Qian Xingxing took a step back, until her heel touched something. The cold touch made Qian Xingxing shudder all over, and she broke free from the strange and oppressive atmosphere.

After waking up, he turned around without any hesitation, took down the kitchen knife hanging on the hook, held his breath and chopped at the thing pretending to be a girl.

Surprisingly, the thing didn't resist at all. The kitchen knife hit her forehead directly, and the blade was deeply embedded in it. Blood gushed out like a spring, dripping onto the ground.

"Ah!" Qian Xingxing loosened her grip on the knife handle and watched in horror as the old, ugly face in front of her transformed back into a girl's. Her eyes were wide open, filled with fear, her mouth open as if she was about to call out "brother," but her body fell straight back.

"It's not me... No, I don't want to kill you..." Qian Xingxing looked at the girl lying in a pool of blood, her two different faces, old and young, kept changing.

When the old face appeared, he felt a little relieved, but when the young face appeared, his heart suddenly tightened again.

But his face kept twisting and changing, with no intention of stopping, as if he hoped that he would remain trapped in this tangled and twisted state of mind.

"Whoosh——" A black shadow suddenly flashed in the kitchen, followed by a blowing sound, and the candles on the cake went out.

Bang!

A black handprint appeared on the ceiling above his head. Qian Xingxing looked up and found that black water was flowing down from the black handprint.

No, that's not water.

A pure black human head slowly emerged from the small handprint!

As soon as the head appeared, the black color immediately spread outward like some kind of rapidly multiplying colony.

Soon after, more and more heads appeared, and the entire ceiling was quickly filled with heads, densely packed.

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