girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui flipped through Song Nuan's childhood memories bit by bit, her little dance skirt, little puppet, and a few thin cartoon diaries, the more uncomfortable she looked.There is a doll at the back of the cabinet, which is sitting quietly in the corner, with a clown face on it, and the big red mouth is raised up exaggeratedly. Stealing a gloomy breath.

He picked up the puppet and looked it over, and found that the thread that sewed the back of the puppet was black, which was a different color from the thread used elsewhere, and the stitches were crooked, obviously re-sewn later.He squeezed the puppet's back with his hands, and found a hard thing that was just standing upright inside the puppet's body.

Zhou Hui bit off the end of the thread with his teeth, and pulled out the black needle thread. The back of the puppet was unstitched, and opened to the sides, revealing white cotton and a white thing.

Zhou Hui stretched his hand in, and was pricked by something just when he touched it. He withdrew his hand suddenly, put the pricked finger into his mouth and sucked it, then stretched his hand in again and carefully took the thing out. come out.

It was a very small doll, all white, with a big palm, and a human face was drawn sloppily on the head with a pen.Zhou Hui turned the puppet over and found that there were many small needles densely inserted into its back, like the kind used for sewing clothes.

This seems to be a cursed doll that little girls love to play with. When I was a child, I heard a girl say that someone she hated would make a paper doll or puppet, write that person's name on it, and prick it with a needle, and that person would be cursed.In Zhou Hui's mind, his girlfriend always had a sweet smile on his face, and he couldn't believe it.

That's really not her style.

He turned the puppet upside down, trying to find out who Song Nuan wanted to curse.

Sure enough, at the joint of the puppet, he found two small black characters. He brought the puppet closer, and vaguely saw two characters he was most familiar with—Zhou Hui.

Suspecting that he had read it wrong, he brought the puppet under his eyes again and again, staring at the two words.But no matter how many times I looked at it, the name on it didn't change, it was his name!

Panting for breath, he walked up and down the room, not knowing what he was doing.

The window opened at some point, and a gust of wind blew away the cartoon diary on the ground, turning pages one by one.Then everything around suddenly quieted down, and the diary stopped at a certain page.

Zhou Hui seemed to see his name, he knelt down and picked up the diary, the handwriting on it was scrawled and immature.He flipped through the diary bit by bit——

"It's so uncomfortable, I have to find someone to play with."

"I don't want to be close to that idiot anymore, let him die quickly, I will be free after death."

"Why isn't he dead? Why isn't he dead?! I'm going crazy!"

Zhou Hui's heart was beating fast, and he told himself that the "fool" and "that person" in the diary should be Song Nuan's brother, whom she hated in the first place.But he vaguely guessed the truth again, and he was completely stunned when he saw the name of the person he was most afraid of.It has his name on it.

The hand holding the diary hangs down.Like a deflated balloon, he lost all strength.

Scratched paintings, vicious diaries, cursed dolls, what's going on?

Song Nuan was gentle and kind since she was a child, and she never disliked him even as a poor child, always looking for him to play and bring him food.Ever since she was a child, she had never turned her face to him once.Zhou Hui lost his parents when he was just an adult. If there is anyone in this world who truly loves him, it must be Song Nuan.But now...

If you don't like him, why should you be nice to him?

If you don't love him, why should you be with him?

Why did you agree to marry him when you wanted him to die?

Zhou Hui sat on the ground exhausted, wrapped his arms around his knees, and buried his face.After a long time, there was a muffled, whimpering sound.

The knees and the inside of the trouser legs turned dark, and his dull crying echoed in the dark and silent room.

He cried and lay down on the ground, the tears wet the hair at the temples, sticking into strands and messy.

The diary that fell on the ground happened to be opened towards him, and the words on the paper were facing him. One page contained all the unwillingness and anger of the owner.

It seems that a long time has passed, and Gao Yuanxia and Mrs. Song have not been seen back.

It's getting dark, and everything around is so quiet that it's frightening, you have to get out of this place quickly.Zhou Hui took the rest of the things and walked out the door in a daze.

I didn't expect it to get dark so quickly, and the surroundings could hardly be seen clearly.

Zhou Hui called Gao Yuanxia and Mrs. Song a few times, but there was no response for a long time. He guessed that they must have gone outside.He went downstairs, turned on the light at the stairs, and found that the previously empty living room had been filled with new and expensive furniture, and the house suddenly became more popular.

There are too many dead people in this house, it is obviously very dark, it should not be the current scene.

Zhou Hui felt faintly uneasy. He stood under the stairs, not daring to move.

From the moment he descended the stairs, there seemed to be a line of sight firmly locked on him.He didn't look at the source of his sight until he turned on the light.A person was sitting in the living room, looking at him lightly.

Zhou Hui shivered.He knew that something bad would happen to this eerie house.

A boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a white shirt, sat quietly on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at Zhou Hui motionlessly.

The hazy moonlight spilled from the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the delicate side face of the young man in white. The already fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and the jet-black hair seemed to have just been washed, randomly scattered on the smooth forehead.Everything was so beautiful, Zhou Hui felt that the scene in front of him was as beautiful as an oil painting.It's a pity that the man's eyes were too cold, as if he wanted to eat people.

That was the young Song Han.

Zhou Hui knew that he had fallen into an illusion again, so he stood where he was, quietly looking back at the boy on the other side.

He stood for a long time, and finally found strangely that the eyes of the two were actually facing each other.The other party seemed to be looking into his eyes, and they were like this, one sitting and the other standing, looking at each other.

After a while, the lips of the person sitting on the sofa moved, and he made a cold, unwavering voice: "What did you shout just now? Do you want to wake up your parents?"

Zhou Hui felt that this should be a recurring scene, and the person opposite was talking to another person who was present at the time.So just stand still.

The tone of the other party was a few degrees colder: "Still come over?"

The other party's tone was too condescending, and Zhou Hui unconsciously moved his footsteps.The man looked down, glanced at his feet, and ordered coldly: "Come here."

This scene was so real, he turned his head and looked around again, but he didn't see another person at all.

Zhou Hui swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, feeling that the temperature in the house was dropping. He glanced at the locked door, wondering if it was too late to run.But every inch he moved, the eyes of the people on the other side followed him by an inch, so he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and try to move a few steps, slowly walking over there.

When he reached 2 meters away from Song Han, Zhou Hui really didn't dare to go over.

Song Han stared at his trembling feet and hands that had nowhere to rest, and sneered: "Where do you think you can run?"

Zhou Hui grabbed Song Nuan's things tightly in his hand, not daring to make a sound.

The other party suddenly stretched out his hand to him, and said lightly: "Give it to me."

Zhou Hui stared blankly at Song Han's long and white fingers, unable to react.Seeing that he didn't respond, the other party directly stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, snatched the things in his hand, flipped through them, and smashed them to the ground.

"Where are my things?!"

The young Song Han stared at Zhou Hui, his ferocious eyes made him tremble in fright.

Zhou Hui clearly knew that he was not afraid, but he obviously felt that the current self was reacting with fear.His body was a little out of control, and he unconsciously took a step back, looking at the person in front of him in horror.

The person on the opposite side was approaching step by step, and he could only step back step by step, until his back bumped into a vase the height of a person in the living room.With no way to retreat, he felt himself open his mouth and shouted: "Brother!"

elder brother?I have no reason to call the other party's brother?

The body was completely out of control, it was trembling, its lips kept trembling, and tremblingly said: "Yes, yes, in my room, the bookcase under the window."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Han ran to Song Nuan's bedroom and dug out a few books.Standing at the door, Zhou Hui seemed to let out a heavy breath when he saw the other party gently smoothing the raised corner of the book and checking the book repeatedly.

Afterwards, the other party stared straight at him, the eyes were so terrifying, Zhou Hui had a terrible premonition.He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and crawled out.A gloomy voice sounded above the head, without any warmth: "I said, don't touch my things!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Zhou Hui's arm and dragged him towards the door.

Zhou Hui didn't realize what was going on until he was dragged to the door of the underground garage—he was Song Nuan now.

He heard the sound of locking the door and felt Song Nuan's fear. After a while, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.