Chapter 138
After the man drank the soup, the expression on his face disappeared instantly. His eyes were wide open, as if he was laughing or crying. He held up the bowl and said, "Another bowl, please!"
He Meizi nodded: "Okay, okay."
She handed over another bowl, and the man drank it. His eyes rolled back and he lay on the ground. The lid of his head opened with a bang, and inside was white paste and something like pink watermelon juice.
He Meizi stood up, reached out his hand, dipped a little into the stuff inside the Tianling Gai on the ground, licked it, pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't taste good enough."
She looked towards Leyuan, Leyuan looked around, and the shadow said, "She is just looking at you. There is no one else here."
Leyuan asked: "Why is she looking at me?"
The shadow said, "Maybe she wants to kill you, maybe she wants to eat you, anything is possible. I am not her, how much can I know? Why don't you just ask her directly, maybe you will have a chance to know what she is thinking. This is the simplest way!"
Leyuan responded, and Meizi had already withdrawn her gaze. She found something, a transparent glove, and cleaned up the things on the ground. She sat down again and smiled at Leyuan, "Excuse me, do you want to eat something?"
Leyuan frowned: "No. Thank you."
He Meizi asked: "Ah, where were we just talking about?"
The middle-aged man said, "We are asking about your husband and daughter."
He Meizi adjusted her hair and said, "My husband may come back tonight, or he may not come back this week. My daughter lives in school, but she may come back for dinner tonight. Do you want to have dinner with her? I can cook. You don't need to pay any extra fees, just give me some money for the ingredients. You don't have no money, do you?
That’s terrible.”
The middle-aged man said: "We have money, but this is not where we spend our money."
He said to Meizi: "It doesn't matter. If you don't want to pay, just forget it. Then don't eat here. Is there anything else you want to ask?"
The middle-aged man asked, "Don't you think there's something wrong with your daughter recently?"
He Meizi smiled and said, "Oh, of course not. She likes to laugh recently, very much. She laughs a lot. I have seen it many times. She even makes special noises to remind me, eerie. She likes it especially at night when she is going to bed. I ask her to lie on the bed and tell her not to make any noise and sleep well. Then she opens her eyes, and after I turn around, she calls me mom.
I turned around and looked at her. She squinted her eyes, smiled and said to me, "Mom, do I look good when I smile?"
Only after I said it looked nice did she go to sleep. When I turned around to leave, she called me again, "Mom, can I laugh out loud at night?"
I said no, because everyone needs to rest at night, and if you make noise, others will be unable to sleep. If they can't sleep, terrible things will happen, and it will also affect our lives and safety. It is better not to do that.
She was very obedient, nodded, closed her eyes and prepared to go to sleep. However, I still heard her voice in the middle of the night. I got up and prepared to drink water, and walked into the living room, when I heard laughter coming from the bedroom. At first, the laughter was very sharp, and before I could hear clearly what was going on, I stood beside the tea table in the living room with a cup of water, thinking a little confusedly.
Then I realized that the voice seemed a little familiar, and I remembered that it was my daughter's voice, not anyone else's. When my daughter falls asleep at night, the sound of her laughter is a little different from that during the day, especially when she is unconscious. The voice seems sharper and has strong penetrating power. Neither a door nor a wall can prevent the sound from reaching other people's ears.
The people next door started shouting, what the hell is going on? Why are they still awake so late at night and making such a big noise?
I quickly put down the cup of water and went to the bedroom to see my daughter. My daughter was lying on the bed with her limbs spread out and covered with a quilt. However, the pillow was crooked and the quilt still strangely acted like a cover, pressing tightly on my daughter's body. I quickly took her out of the quilt and shouted at her, "Wake up, wake up, get up quickly."
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were very dark. I don't know if it was because the lights were not on at night, or if it was too dark inside and outside. I couldn't see her face clearly. For a moment, I felt that the person in her arms was not my daughter. However, the child on the bed in the room was not my daughter, so where could my daughter be?
I thought about it and didn't let her go. She seemed to wake up a little bit, rubbed her eyes, and when she put down her hands, her eyes looked brighter and a little more normal. At least, she was a little more approachable than the terrifying and intimidating temperament she had when she just opened her eyes.
I breathed a sigh of relief and thought, now she's okay, right?
She said to me, I want to sleep.
I put her back to bed. She seemed to remember nothing. She rubbed her eyes and asked me again, "What happened? Mom, you didn't sleep at night. Why did you wake me up? Is there something wrong?"
I said, it's okay, I just suddenly got panicked and thought I couldn't find you, so I woke you up.
My daughter said to me, "I didn't expect you to be so sentimental. You weren't like this before. What happened today? Is there anything different tonight?"
I didn't answer her question, but cautiously tested her, do you remember what I said to you before you went to bed?
She answered me, I remember, I remember, my mother told me not to laugh when I sleep at night, otherwise, others would hear it and disturb their rest, and they would get angry and make our life uncomfortable. She asked me not to do that, and I agreed, and did not continue laughing, but went to sleep.
I nodded and said, "Good boy, luckily you still remember it. Don't laugh anymore from now on. If you want to laugh, wait until daytime."
My daughter nodded and I walked away.
At night, my daughter laughed again. I opened my eyes, but she was still not asleep. I patted her, and she became silent. She gradually closed her mouth and stopped laughing.
It was dawn, but later, one night, she started laughing again, and the sound was even sharper, and it didn't sound like a human being at all. I began to think there was a problem, and I wanted to take her to the hospital for a check-up. But then I felt that this matter was too small. If I went to the hospital, people might think I was making a fuss, and my daughter wouldn't know the situation and wouldn't understand.
Maybe my husband would complain that I was not doing my job and was affecting my daughter and even the life of the whole family. I also didn't want to spend more money, so I waited for a while. I found that my daughter didn't laugh again after the second time she laughed at night. of a porcelain cup, which was very creepy.
My daughter cannot stay in school temporarily because other students are affected and cannot rest or study hard. They go to see her secretly during free time between classes instead of listening to the teacher or doing homework seriously. This affects the teaching progress. It makes me rush to school to pick up my daughter, take her to the hospital, or take her home to comfort her. Other students are not friendly to my daughter.
I hurried over to the teacher's office. My daughter was crying in front of me with a sad face. She looked very aggrieved and wrinkled. I quickly hugged her, patted her on the back, and comforted her that it was okay and everything was fine. I looked at the teacher again, and the teacher said that she could leave after signing the leave application. My daughter told me that she had already signed it, and that I only needed to sign to confirm it.
I signed and took my daughter away. We were originally going to take a taxi, but taxis are expensive and we had to walk a long, muddy road to get to the taxis. I was worried that she wouldn't be able to walk, but she held my hand and said, "It's okay, Mom." So I hesitated and took her that way.
She didn't cry out in pain or complain, or cry that it was too far. She was smiling. I looked at her from time to time. She was smiling, her cheeks were almost distorted, her eyes were crooked, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her apple muscles were bulging, just like a piece of dry orange pulp that had been chewed and spit out.
I felt some sweat on my hands, so I wiped my palms on my clothes and felt a little better. I continued to hold my daughter's hand. There was no time more than that when I could feel how young, clean, beautiful, soft, fair and full of childish vitality. I suddenly felt hungry, and my stomach made a growling sound.
My daughter heard me and put her head against my stomach and asked if I was hungry. I said yes. She then asked if I had a new baby. I said no.
The daughter nodded and smiled, saying, "It's fine if you don't have one, as long as I'm the only one."
I said, yes, it's great to have you.
She was still smiling, and I asked, wouldn't you be sad to have a new child?
She frowned and closed her eyes and said, "Of course I'm sad! I'm sad that my parents, who don't have enough, think I'll be happy and like new things. I want to kill them, eat their meat, drink their blood, peel off their skin to make clothes, and after killing them, make them into minced meat and mashed potatoes to eat with my friends and parents."
She opened her eyes and was still smiling, her eyes, her mouth, and her face, as if what she said was false, or she could not control her expression, and she did not quite realize it.
No wonder the teacher asked me to take my daughter to the hospital. If it is facial paralysis, then we should see a doctor.
If I don't take my daughter to the hospital, as it is now, even if I don't mind and my daughter doesn't mind, other people will feel scared when they see her. Not only scared, they will also exclude my daughter and make her sad. If this is the case, those people really deserve to die.
You don’t understand at all? What’s that expression on your face?”
When Mei Zi said this, she frowned and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with disgust.
The middle-aged man laughed cheerfully and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll just change my position, I just got the material, I'm so happy!"
He Meizi said angrily: "Don't be so happy in my house, the neighbors will misunderstand if they see you. If you leave like this, I won't open the door for you. If you want to kill me, don't use such a disgusting knife!"
The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, you are right."
He Meizi snorted, looked towards Leyuan and asked, "Where was I just talking about?"
Leyuan said, "Speaking of going to the hospital."
He Meizi responded, "Yes, I wanted to go to the hospital with my daughter, but we walked on that road for a long time, and I felt that it was getting dark, but we still hadn't reached the end, so I planned to take a rest. I wanted to sit down, but I was worried that the place was dirty and some people were secretly using the toilet there, so I didn't sit down, but just took my daughter to a slightly flat place to rest.
But when I looked at my daughter, she was still smiling, and her face was almost frozen.
I wanted to take her to the hospital immediately, but after finally walking out of that road, I saw a taxi waiting outside. The taxi driver asked for more money, but I didn't have that much money, so I had to watch the driver walk away.
The car left, and I couldn't walk all the way to the Yisen Hospital with my daughter. That would be too scary.
I rubbed my daughter's cheek and asked her if she could stop laughing. She said, "I wasn't laughing in the first place. Mom is really weird. If you keep doing this, I will ignore you."
I had no choice but to find another taxi. When we arrived at the hospital, it was extremely busy. I had to wait until the next morning before someone came to take care of us. The doctor examined her and said there was nothing wrong with her. I almost suspected that their eyes were damaged, but the nurse and passers-by had also seen it, and they all said that there was nothing wrong. I began to suspect that it was my eyes or my brain.
There is always something wrong.
But I don’t know what the problem is, that’s the problem!
I took my daughter home in a hurry. All the way, she kept asking me, "Mom, why are you pulling me so hard? Why are you so anxious?" I didn't know how to explain to her that I was afraid. It seemed not a good thing to say that I was afraid in front of my daughter, so I didn't say anything. I took her home and asked her to close the door of the bedroom and wait for me for a while.
She asked me what I was going to do, and I said, I was going to go to the bathroom and fill your bathtub with water and give you a bright yellow rubber duck.
She happily agreed, clapped her hands and said to me, "Okay, Mom, you can't lie to me. I'll come out and take a bath by myself in a while. I'm big enough. I can take off my clothes and take a bath by myself. You don't have to worry about me. I won't die in the bathtub easily."
I nodded, and she went into the bedroom obediently by herself, and closed the door without even my urging. When she closed the door, there was a gap between the door and the door frame. I looked at her through the gap and found that her face was still smiling, and so were her eyes. In the darkness, her face was like a terrifying demon staring at me. I was so scared that I ran to the bathroom.
I hoped that I could feel safer and more at ease with two walls and two doors between us. However, when I turned around and saw the mirror on the wall, I was terrified and quickly covered my face and hid. Because I had heard a rumor that if a person smiled at a mirror for twenty seconds, part of his soul would be taken away by the mirror, and the person in the mirror would be more alive with the soul until he came out at night.
At night, the mirror itself and a part of its soul that left the mirror would start walking around the house. They would not open the door, turn on the TV, or open the closet, so it was relatively safe. However, when it went to sleep at night, it could always hear footsteps coming from the house, as if lying on the bed was like opening the coffin and letting the corpse inside come out to move around.
Or maybe it wasn't footsteps but some scattered rustling sounds that gave people a headache, as if there were mice or cockroaches. However, if you think about it carefully, cockroaches don't make such loud noises, and mice don't walk like humans or move things, so the sounds are different.
I had a headache and wanted to do something to ease my mood. However, after I went to the bathtub and turned on the faucet, I saw my daughter's crying face on the water. I was shocked and looked carefully, only to find that the water surface was dry and clean, with nothing on it. I stretched out my hand to wave the air and shook it in the water to make the water unstable.
I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to fill the bathtub with water. After rinsing it, I turned on the hot water and mixed it with the cold water to make it warm water. I thought that this tub of water was enough for a bath. But then I felt that there was too much water. Given my daughter's physical condition, she might drown if she soaked in such water for a while.
I quickly prepared to run the water, but suddenly a shadow appeared behind me. I was startled and turned around, and found it was my daughter. She smiled charmingly and looked at me with her eyes motionless, like a piece of wood that was lifted up by a string, but actually still a dead object. I blinked and asked what she was going to do, and she said she was here to take a bath.
After saying this, the suffocating atmosphere just now disappeared, and she seemed to have returned to normal. I hesitantly explained to her why I didn't go out quickly and let her in. I said, I'm sorry, I haven't dealt with it here yet, otherwise, you can come back later, there is too much water here, and it will be a problem if you come in to wash now.
But she didn't listen to me. She was a little unhappy. She pouted and snorted and said to me, I don't want to.
She laughed again, I don't want to, Mom, let me take a shower now! I really want to take a shower now! Please, this is what you promised me, why can't I? Mom! Mom!
I had no choice but to frown and agree to her request. She immediately began to take off her clothes. I hurriedly stopped her and said to her, since you want to take a shower, I can't stay here anymore. You will be shy. I have other things to do. I will go out first. If you need anything, you can call me anytime. She nodded and waited for me to walk out before continuing to hook the zipper on the back with her hand.
But when I was about to push open the bathroom door, I suddenly remembered, if the door was closed, how did she get in? How did she come in so quietly? And I didn't hear any sound at all? Not only did I not hear the door opening, I didn't hear any footsteps, even if I was too focused on running the toilet before and didn't hear her voice, maybe it was a problem of concentration.
But what is happening to her now?
I saw her through the slightly reflective door. It was a blurry and chaotic reflection, like the color of low-quality dirty water mixed with leaked gasoline. I saw my daughter, her head was completely turned around, like the corpse of a person who had died a long time ago. I don’t know if you can imagine that her head was originally facing forward, but at that time, it was not. ”
The middle-aged man asked: "Which way are you facing?"
He Meizi blinked her eyes, with a complicated and imperceptible expression as if she raised the corners of her lips and said, "She looked at me and at the door, as if the monster in the mirror had run out. I was scared, but I didn't scream, because my body was probably stiff at that time, and I couldn't speak or make any sound. I stood at the door in a daze.
He didn't move, didn't leave, didn't open the door, and didn't turn around, as if he was stupid.
My daughter's head, her scalp was facing downwards, her hair was hanging down, black and falling on her back. It looked like the spider webs everywhere turned into black silk threads hanging on her head. Her eyes were still on her face, but those eyes were smiling, and the mouth under the eyes was also smiling, with her mouth wide open, revealing white teeth, like fangs, sharp and scary.
At that moment, I thought of the word "虎视狼顧" and a picture I saw on the Internet a long time ago. It was a dog with its head facing its owner. It had fangs and looked like it was laughing and crying at the same time. Its eyes were very round and black, and seemed to be laughing but also seemed to have no emotions. Its nose was black and felt a little wet. The background was warm light, but it was scary.
It’s scary.”
She stopped talking to Mei Zi. She picked up a glass of water from the tea table beside her and drank it. Her face gradually recovered from its pale color to a peach-like pink. Her expression gradually became calm and relaxed in the glass of water. She closed her eyes, then opened them again after a short while. She said to the middle-aged man, "Then, my daughter approached me. She seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with me and reached out to pull me.
I was very scared, but I couldn't move and she grabbed my clothes.
She tugged at my clothes twice, and I regained control of my body and hid aside. I looked at her. Her eyes were wide open. They were a pair of black, watery and innocent eyes. Their eyes were clear, like a clear stream that could see the bottom. Her eyelashes were long and dense, like two small brushes for children to play with. She was very beautiful.
I have to admit this, and I must also admit that she doesn't look like my child at all. She is prettier than me, and doesn't look like my husband. When my husband looks at her, he always thinks that she is more like me, but when I look at her, I think she looks more like my husband. Over time, we both feel that this child is not similar to us, and it is not just a difference in appearance, but appearance is the most intuitive difference.
I don't know what happened, but at that moment, I suddenly remembered all these things. Her head was normal, very normal. She looked up at me and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Or do you need to rest? Then you should get out of here quickly. Otherwise, I'll take you to the sofa to rest, and I won't take a shower yet."
I said, it's okay, go take a shower, I really need to rest for a while, I will be fine soon, it's okay, it's no big deal, just do your own thing peacefully.
My daughter nodded, and I opened the door and walked out. In the reflective outline of the white tiles on the wall, I still saw the shadow I had seen on the door. It was exactly the same, with the back of the head pressed against the back, the scalp facing down, the hair facing down, the eyes were upside down, the mouth was smiling, and sharp fangs were exposed in the mouth. It didn't look like a person.
I continued walking forward, walked out, and sat on the sofa in the living room, right here, and almost lay down. However, just as I closed my eyes and prepared to rest, I suddenly heard the familiar scream again. This time, I knew that the voice came from my daughter, but it was different from before. I couldn't react the first time I heard it before, but this time I heard it all at once.
I found it a bit strange, but when I thought about the fact that this happened to my daughter, it didn't seem strange anymore. Lately, she has been acting a little different than before, which makes people around her think that something is wrong. This is because her father didn't come home, otherwise even my husband would have thought something was wrong and he wouldn't have been wary of me and stayed away from me because he couldn't understand my thoughts and attitudes. He wouldn't have wanted to leave me with the child in his arms.
I don’t think it’s a good thing for a child to leave me, and I also don’t think it’s a good thing for a child to leave me if it hurts the child’s father.”
The middle-aged man whispered, "That may not be the case. Maybe that's what you think in your heart."
He Meizi smiled and asked, "What did you say?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, go on, please continue."
He Meizi thought for a while and said, "I heard screams and quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I opened the door and it was full of water. I almost slipped when I went in. When I cried out, my daughter appeared out of nowhere and supported me. My bathroom is very small, so small that there is almost no room for other people to stand in it except the bathtub. I didn't see her when I came in.
But now she suddenly appeared. I doubted my mind and my eyes. I also doubted that she was not in the bathroom at all. If she was not in the bathroom, where was she? What was she doing? What was she thinking? Why was there no sound? How could I not know? I was clearly in the living room. If she was going to come out of the bathroom, I would definitely be able to see and hear her.
But I didn't see her or hear her come out, and she came out to hold me up, and then I realized she was still in the bathroom. It was so scary. You don't seem to know what scary is? How about I draw a line on your face with a knife, and you will know how nervous I am. "
The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly and said, "That's not necessary."
He waved his hand and said, "No need, no need, just continue telling your story."
He Meizi snorted coldly and cut her wrist with a knife. Blood gushed out. She licked it, dipped it with her finger, and smeared it on the surface of her lips. It was bright red and gradually solidified into liver color. It was the best at the beginning, but now it was not the end. She emptied her eyes and murmured, "You know nothing.
I looked at her, and she looked the same as I had seen on the door before. I fainted. I thought I was too scared, so I slept well while I was unconscious. When I woke up from the coma, I thought a long time had passed. I slowly got up from the ground, and my daughter suddenly appeared from behind me, tilted her head to look at me and asked, what's wrong?
I looked at her in confusion, wondering what was wrong with her.
She explained to me that she noticed something was missing from the bathroom, so she went out to get it, but she didn't expect me to come in and fall down there and seemed to be unconscious.
I asked her how she got out.
She said, "When my mother came in, I went out. I thought she saw me. She didn't look like she didn't see me when she came in."
I continued to ask with a little confusion, then why didn’t you call me when you went out?
She said, I shouted, but you ignored me, as if something happened, so I didn’t want to disturb you. I even pulled your clothes, but you didn’t lower your head or pay any attention to me.
I asked, what did you go out to get?
She said it was a book.
I asked, when did you come back?
She said, it was just now.
She was a little reserved, standing in front of me, as if she had made a mistake, lowering her head and asking in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and said, "It's nothing," and was about to leave the bathroom when I saw her raise her head again. The front half of her body had turned into the back half, with the back of her head pressed against my back. She said to me with a smile, "Mom, you'd better not go out. If you do this, something bad will happen."
I was caught off guard and got startled again. I slipped and hit my head, and passed out again.
She shook me awake, and I asked her how much time had passed. She said it wasn't very long, just the blink of an eye. I fell into coma and woke up, woke up, fell into coma again, and woke up again.
I didn't quite believe what she said, so I stood up to check the time, and it was the same as she said. I suspected that she had adjusted the clock, so I turned on the TV and found that the time on TV was the same as the clock.
It seems like there are no problems, but it also seems like there are problems everywhere.
I said, I'm so sleepy and need to rest.
She walked away, saying she was going to take a shower.
I fell asleep, woke up and opened the bathroom door to take a shower. I found my daughter inside. I asked her in confusion, "Why are you still here? It's been a long time. Is there anything wrong?"
The daughter pouted and said a little aggrievedly, "No, it's just a little while. Can't you wait even a little while? Mom, it's not nice of you to do this."
I rubbed my eyes, turned around and left, then looked at the time again and found that a long time had indeed passed. When I went into the bathroom again, my daughter had already washed and came out neatly dressed. She stood in front of me and said to me, "I know mommy is dirty and wants to take a shower quickly. Go in now."
At that time, I was a little confused. After that, I went into the bathroom and took off all my clothes without remembering that I didn't change my shoes or bring any change of clothes. However, I just got into the bathtub full of water without caring who put the water in it. I became drowsy and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I vaguely felt that my husband had come home.
I opened my eyes, looked to the side, and found that my husband was really beside the bed. I asked him puzzledly, "When did you come home?"
He also said in confusion, I didn't go home, when did you see me go home?
He shook his head and said to me, it’s okay, you are just too tired now, the doctor said you have some malnutrition and overwork, you should rest here for a while.
I asked, how much does it cost?
The husband was speechless and lowered his eyes.
He didn't answer me. I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly again. When I woke up, I felt much better. I got up and prepared to leave the hospital. My husband suddenly came out from the door and smiled at me, "What are you doing?"
I felt something was wrong, so I turned around and looked around. There were people everywhere, and everyone was smiling. I didn’t know what they were thinking. I didn’t see my daughter. Then I remembered that I hadn’t seen her since I had been in the hospital.
I asked my husband, where is our daughter?
The husband stammered and was unable to speak.
I was about to leave the hospital immediately, but he stopped me again. I was very angry and pushed him away. His head hit the wall. There was a nail on the wall. I don't know who hammered it into the wall. His head hit the nail and blood was gushing out. He seemed to be dying. I hurriedly shouted for doctors and nurses to come quickly, but no one was there. No one showed up. No one came.
It was as if everyone disappeared at that moment. I looked everywhere for anyone, but saw no one. The ward that was originally full of people was now empty. It was as if those people who were originally here were all illusions deceiving me, they were all fake.
I was so scared that I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself awake in my bed at home. My husband was sitting on the bed, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand and asked me, "What's wrong with you? Do you want to eat something?"
I asked him, when did you come back?
He smiled at me and said, "It's today. I told you before that I came home from a business trip today."
I asked him if he had finished his work.
He said, yes, I came back after I finished everything.
I asked him, where did you see me?
He said that the bathtub in the bathroom at home was full of water and I was wrinkled. The door was closed and there was no sound. He didn't know what happened. It was not until my daughter called and told him what happened that he came home, opened the door, and found that I had lost consciousness.
He almost had to be sent to the hospital.”
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