With a strange expression and weird tone, Huang Ling's husband seemed to be sleepwalking. He stood on tiptoe, his neck seemed to be grabbed by something, and looked down at Huang Ling.

With his eyelids rolled up and his eyeballs bulging out, in the dark bedroom, the husband who had lived with Huang Ling for several years just stared at her.

"The soup I made for you is in the kitchen, drink it while it's hot."

The room they rented was not big and the bedroom was narrow. Huang Ling leaned against the wall with her five fingers tightly grasping her cell phone.

She had a bad feeling that once she made the call, her husband would most likely kill her.

"I, I'm not too hungry." Huang Ling moved towards the door and grabbed the bedroom door handle, but before she could open the door, her husband jumped over from the bed.

Jia Ming's body was very stiff and his joints could not bend normally, giving people the feeling that he was a puppet being held up by silk strings.

A pale hand grabbed Huang Ling's arm, and a chill came. For the first time, Huang Ling discovered that there was not even a trace of warmth in her husband's palm.

She was so nervous that she couldn't speak, her body was shaking slightly, and her pupils were twitching nervously.

The husband's face came closer, his eyelids turned up, and most of his eyeballs were occupied by the white of his eyes: "I'm ready, just drink a little."

"Okay, I'll drink it..." Huang Ling didn't dare to resist. She was worried that she would die in this narrow and dark room.

The bedroom door was opened by the husband, and the familiar yet unfamiliar man tiptoed into the kitchen holding Huang Ling's hand in a very strange posture.

With the doors and windows closed, the house seemed completely isolated from the outside world.

Huang Ling did not dare to resist and was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.

As soon as she entered, she saw an iron pot for soup on the gas stove.

"I cooked it for a long time before it was cooked through. Come and have a taste."

Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, raised his hands stiffly, took the iron pot off the gas stove and placed it on the dining table.

When I lifted the lid of the pot, the room seemed to become even colder.

He found two sets of bowls and chopsticks and placed them beside the pot, then looked straight at Huang Ling: "Come and try it, it's delicious."

"Yeah." Huang Ling nodded slightly. She took a look into the iron pot. Inside was a chopped-up rag doll. Various fragments were floating on the clear soup in the pot. The most conspicuous one was a plastic human face.

Part of the doll's face was boiled, but Huang Ling still recognized it at a glance. This was the first doll that Jia Ming bought for her.

It was very cheap. At that time, the two had just arrived in Jiujiang and had not yet gotten married. They were young and innocent and full of hope for the future.

Looking at the chopped doll in the pot, Huang Ling felt as if the precious memory in her heart was being torn apart.

"How can you use it to make soup?" Huang Ling couldn't help but said it out loud.

Jia Ming did not answer Huang Ling's question. He picked up the soup spoon in the pot and filled a bowl for Huang Ling: "Try it."

"This is the memory between the two of us!" Huang Ling stood nearby. She felt that the strength in her body was being drained away bit by bit.

"Memory?" Jia Ming looked at the doll in the pot and gave a more frightening answer in a puzzled tone: "Isn't this our child? What does this have to do with memory?"

He swallowed his saliva and laughed unpleasantly in his throat: "So many children will come back even if you throw them away. You might as well eat them all."

A normal person would never say such a thing. Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, with his head tilted on his shoulder: "Hurry up, eat it all, eat it all!"

Huang Ling held a spoon in her hand. She looked at the floating fragments and the doll's face in the bowl and felt like vomiting.

She touched the screen of her mobile phone with her finger, wanting to call Chen Ge, but then she thought, what's the point of calling? Chen Ge couldn't come immediately, and by the time he came, she might have met with an accident.

"Why don't you eat it? Is it not delicious? Don't you like the taste? Listen! There is a child crying in here? What a wonderful sound." Jia Ming picked up the soup spoon in the pot and took a big sip. It was just clear soup, but he seemed to taste the most exquisite delicacy and showed a very enjoyable expression: "I hate children, especially those bad children who ran out of the red house. They stole things from the door. I really want to eat them."

After drinking, Jia Ming's eyes slowly returned to normal. He looked at Huang Ling: "Drink it quickly! Do you want me to feed you?"

Huang Ling held the spoon tightly but couldn't bring herself to eat. Jia Ming saw her conflicted look.

"Don't you know how to eat it? Let me help you." Jia Ming picked up the fruit knife on the table and said, "Let me help you cut it open. It's okay. You will be able to drink the whole pot soon. I will make more delicious soup for you in the future with fresher ingredients."

Jia Ming tiptoed towards Huang Ling, his tone very scary.

Huang Ling could no longer control herself. She threw away the spoon in her hand and pressed the one-touch dial button. Coincidentally, when she pressed the one-touch dial button, the phone page changed and someone called her at that time.

The call she dialed with one touch did not go through, and her finger pressed on the answer button.

"You're the one who took my car tonight, right? You messed up my car like this, and you think throwing two hundred dollars will solve the problem? If you don't give me an explanation tonight, then I'll..."

"Help! Help! Call the police! I live on the fourth floor! My husband is crazy!"

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Huang Ling completely lost control. She shouted while holding the phone and rushed to the door of the living room.

Just like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, Huang Ling burst out with unprecedented potential and she was very fast.

The door to the living room was divided into two layers. She opened the inner door easily, but the outer security door was locked. She had to find the key to open it.

"Help! Help!"

Huang Ling's voice echoed in the corridor. The cold wind blew into her sleeves as she shook the door lock desperately.

"I'm warning you, don't scare me." The young driver's voice was trembling on the phone. He had been unconscious for most of the night and had just woken up. He saw a note left next to his phone, so he made the call. He wanted to find out what happened tonight and ask for some compensation.

Huang Ling was still shouting. She was banging on the security door with all her might. Her sharp voice could be heard clearly throughout the whole building.

"Have a sip." The husband moved quietly behind Huang Ling.

"Help!" Huang Ling screamed at the top of her lungs, her back banging against the security door. She shone her cell phone at Jia Ming, and the scene in front of her made her even more devastated!

Jia Ming's head drooped crookedly on his shoulders, his eyelids turned up and his eyes bulged out. In fact, he was not standing on tiptoe at all, but the shadow behind him was pinching his neck and carrying him around.

"Take a sip."

"Help! Don't come over here!"

Huang Ling's voice in the corridor could be heard from far away. After a few seconds, the door of the room opposite Huang Ling's house was suddenly opened, and an old lady looked outside.

At this time, Jia Ming had already poured the soup in the bowl into Huang Ling's mouth. As he watched Huang Ling's body fall down limply, his eyes became dull.

The elderly woman next door seemed to be used to this scene. She opened the security door and walked to the door of Huang Ling's house. She asked with a sympathetic tone: "Xiao Jia, is Huang Ling sick again?"

Jia Ming helped Huang Ling up. He slowly raised his head and his expression returned to normal, except that his face was a little stiff. "Hey, you have nightmares every night and you refuse to take medicine no matter what."

"It's really hard for you to take care of a patient." The old lady shook her head gently: "You'd better take her to a regular hospital. She has been sick three times this month. If this continues, who knows what will happen."

"Yes, sure." Jia Ming hung up Huang Ling's cell phone and closed the security door.