"I..." Qian Xingxing wanted to answer, but the memory of how the hairpin came about seemed to have been suddenly pulled out of his mind, and he couldn't find it anymore.
He heard Xiaoxue conclude, "Because you killed me."
Her voice suddenly became particularly ethereal, as if it came from all directions.
"It's not me, I don't have it." Qian Xingxing shook his head. If he was sober enough at this moment, he would be able to see that there was actually no Xiaoxue in front of him, only a black shadow man who was a one-to-one copy of him.
The black shadow man kept making sounds belonging to Xiaoxue, while Qian Xingxing's eyes were out of focus and he was being guided dully.
"Who's that?" Xiaoxue asked, then pointed behind her. "Look, didn't you kill me with that knife?"
"No..." Qian Xingxing wanted to shake his head, but ended up nodding. He turned around and saw Xiaoxue lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
The pool of blood grew larger, and Xiaoxue's pale face still had an expression of disbelief.
"No, this is not right." Qian Xingxing shook his head. He felt as if his brain was about to explode and it hurt so much. "I didn't kill Xiaoxue. I killed, I killed someone else..."
He stood at the kitchen door, looking at the young face in a pool of blood, but there was no doubt that it was Xiaoxue's face.
The one who died was Xiaoxue.
"It hurts so much..." Xiaoxue said, "It hurts so much..."
Xiaoxue's voice lingered in Qian Xingxing's ears like a spell. His pupils trembled violently, and he suddenly felt a push on his back.
"Pull out the knife, and I won't feel any pain."
Pull out the knife, pull out the knife...
Qian Xingxing murmured this sentence and walked in step by step.
In the world he could not see, the corpse lying in the kitchen still retained a strange face that was half child and half old woman. The ceiling was "growing" with black people, their entire upper bodies had come out, and they were waving their hands and grabbing the air.
At their "growth" rate, Qian Xingxing would not be able to reach the corpse at all and would be caught by them halfway.
Click.
The corpse on the ground moved, turned its head, and looked at the meal that was being delivered to its doorstep step by step.
The remaining half of the child's face was finally torn to pieces and replaced by an old face. Every wrinkle on the face was like a mouth, trembling and waiting for Qian Xingxing to take another step forward.
Qian Xingxing couldn't see all of this at this moment.
All he could see was Xiaoxue's pale face. Qian Xingxing's soul trembled with every step forward.
He doesn't want to see it.
I didn't want to look at that pale, lifeless little corpse.
But he couldn't take his eyes away.
The whole person seemed to be torn in two, and his soul struggled to break through something, but the "spell" in his ears urged him to move forward.
"It hurts so much, it won't hurt if I pull the knife out..."
"Brother, save Xiaoxue..."
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Beads of sweat oozed out of his scalp, slid down the contours of his face, and silently seeped into his collar.
The black fingertips above her head were able to touch the top of Qian Xingxing's hair, and a few strands of hair swayed in the air because of the movement of these hands.
The shadow man standing outside had somehow turned into a normal shadow again and followed closely behind him.
Almost there.
The old face of 'Xiaoxue' lying in the pool of blood became even more hideous, three times uglier than the evil spirits in hell.
Qian Xingxing walked forward step by step, his fingers clenching unconsciously. The hairpin that had not been given to him before was in his hand, and the tip of the hairpin poked into his palm.
This slight tingling sensation was infinitely magnified. Qian Xingxing paused for a moment, then continued to move forward.
The hands could already grab his hair, but his hair was short, so it was not easy to grab.
People continued to approach the corpse. Xiaoxue watched the scene with satisfaction. Among the many children who walked out of this dilapidated orphanage, it carefully selected these four.
They were all successful people in their profession, and the accumulated merit and virtue they possessed was just enough to satisfy his need to see the light of day again. Furthermore, they had connections to the orphanage, so through the director, the cause and effect of the orphanage could be connected to them.
You know, if there is no causal connection, it is not easy for him to take away their blessings. If he is discovered by the guy above, he will be reduced to ashes by a bolt of lightning.
Although this layer of cause and effect is not strong now, it still exists, and he can use it to deceive the world...
There was a strong evil spirit rolling in its eyes, and Qian Xingxing's eyes clearly reflected its terrifying face. He had woken up, but still walked forward as if he knew nothing.
Because he realized the most crucial thing in this "dream". The shadow man and the black shadow on the ceiling were not important. From the very beginning, the most crucial thing in this "dream" was the thing pretending to be "Xiaoxue".
The distance between the two is getting shorter and shorter, one is full of malice, the other is hiding carefully.
When the hands on the ceiling were able to touch his head, Qian Xingxing knew that the time had come.
He ducked suddenly and rushed forward, all his muscles tensed.
He grasped the black knife handle smoothly with both hands. When the wrinkled 'Xiaoxue' opened her mouth and spewed out black smoke towards him, he pulled back with all his strength and pulled out the entire kitchen knife.
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