girlfriend's brother

The next day, Zhou Hui was woken up by the sound of hawking on the street, and the TV had turned off automatically at some point.He leaned on the sofa, quietly recalling what happened last night, not sure if it happened for real or because of his nightmare.

No matter what, Zhou Hui needs to find Song Nuan and talk to her about what happened recently, maybe she will know something.

After get off work, he hailed a car and went directly to Song Nuan's house.

When they arrived at the Song family, there were only the Song family's parents, and Song's mother stood at the door with an indifferent expression, just saying that Song Nuan was not there.Zhou Huiben turned to leave, but Song's mother grabbed him and dragged him back to the living room to watch TV with them.

Zhou Hui rubbed his hot arm, a little confused, a Song mother who was over fifty years old could drag a big man like him into the door forcefully.He turned around and tried to turn the doorknob, only to find that the door wouldn't open.

Mother Song walked in front slowly, her steps were a bit weird, as if being carried by someone, stiff and uncoordinated.

Zhou Hui stared at Mother Song's feet, panicked even more, and reluctantly moved out of the hallway step by step.

The strange fragrance in the air made people dizzy, his mind was chaotic, and many pictures flashed across.

He thought of Song Han when he was a child, the recent anomalies of the Song family, and the strange behavior of the Song family's parents, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Entering the living room, Zhou Hui really smelled that strange fragrance again.The two elders of the Song family were sitting side by side in front of the TV, staring blankly at the TV screen with empty eyes, but there were only gray and white snowflakes on the TV screen, and the sound of rustling electricity echoed in the cold living room.

He walked over and called carefully: "Uncle and aunt?"

The two people in front of the TV, after hearing the sound, slowly twisted their necks and turned back to nod at him, then slowly turned back and continued to watch TV. Zhou Hui found that their movements were stiffer than the previous few times they met, and they could Hear the "quack" sound when turning the neck.

He didn't dare to stay in the living room anymore, and turned around to go to Song Nuan's room on the second floor.

He had just walked a few steps when Song's mother who was watching TV suddenly said, "Ah Hui, come and watch TV together."

Now?watch TV?See the snowflake screen?

Zhou Hui staggered, his heart was beating non-stop, and he replied shortly, "Okay...okay..."

He is now very sure that not only is there a problem with this house, but also that the second elder of the Song family is also abnormal.

He sat on the sofa, tried his best to hold his breath, and turned his eyes slightly to the Song family couple.They sat in front of the TV, their faces were gray and white, their eyes were gray, and their hands lying flat on their thighs were dry and yellow, and covered with strange spots.

The appearance of that spot is very familiar, especially like the spot that Zhou Hui saw on the back of his grandfather's hands and face when he was keeping watch for his grandfather when he was a child.

It seems to be... a corpse spot?

Zhou Hui had noticed the freckles on the back of Father Song's hands when he came here before. At that time, the gray spots were so small that they couldn't be seen clearly. He just thought they were ordinary age spots.After seeing Madara's exact shape today, Zhou Hui was about to collapse.

At this time, there was a strange noise from Song Nuan's room, Zhou Hui took the time to say "I'll go and see", and hurried all the way to Xiao Nuan's room.When stepping up the steps, he vaguely heard Song's father say "don't go".But he can't control that much anymore, he must find Song Nuan and take her out of here.

Zhou Hui opened the door of Song Nuan's room and found that she was lying on the bed, covered with a white quilt, which looked like a big bulge on the bed.

Why did the second elder of the Song family lie to him that she was not there?He walked over quickly, patted the quilt: "Xiaonuan, wake up, it's me."

Song Nuan's face was covered by the quilt, and she could only see a few strands of black and shiny long hair spreading on the pillow, and she couldn't even hear her breathing.

Zhou Hui called out several times, but the person on the bed did not respond. He gently lifted the quilt covering her face.After seeing the face under the quilt clearly, Zhou Hui's breathing was stagnant, and then he took two steps back.

His back hit the corner of the table behind him, but Zhou Hui could no longer care about the pain. His eyes widened, staring at the person in front of him...or the corpse in front of him, and his heart contracted violently.

He exhaled, inhaled, and exhaled hastily and gulped, until he felt a dull pain in his chest before he regained a trace of consciousness.Then his feet went limp, and his butt fell to the ground.

The face on the pillow was no longer recognizable as a human face.

The skull was covered with some rotten muscles, and countless glistening, fat and tender maggots crawled in and out between the muscles.

The room was filled with a pungent rotten smell, mixed with a strange, stronger aroma than the rotten smell. The two smells mixed in the air, making people feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

Zhou Hui endured the tumbling in his stomach, and quickly glanced at the things on the bed to observe how rotten they were, and concluded that it was not Xiao Nuan who was lying on the bed, and she replied to the message last night.

Zhou Hui urgently needs confirmation.Covering his mouth, he staggered out of the room, took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Nuan's mobile number, and after a while, he heard a familiar ringtone from the room just now——

"I only have you without him in my heart, you have to believe that my sincerity is not fake..."

It was an unaccompanied solo, the singer's voice was rough and tone-deaf, and the singing was extremely unpleasant. It was Zhou Hui who recorded it as a ringtone for Song Nuan to make her happy, but now it made his scalp numb.He dragged his two uncontrollable legs, and moved back to the door of Song Nuan's room step by step.On Song Nuan's bedside table, there is a pink mobile phone that is charging, and the mobile phone is playing a ringtone...

Zhou Hui leaned against the door frame, staring at the lighted cell phone, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, he was in a daze, muttering "How could this be? What happened?", and he went downstairs holding the handrails on both sides.

The TV in the living room was still rustling, and the two elders of the Song family were still sitting there motionless. Although their expressions made people panic, they were at least alive.Zhou Hui moved over weakly: "Uncle and aunt, in Song Nuan's room..."

After he finished speaking, he put his hand on Father Song's shoulder. Unexpectedly, Father Song, who was touched by him, suddenly tilted his head and fell limply in front of Zhou Hui's eyes.

Zhou Hui withdrew his hand subconsciously, and looked back at Song's mother, only to find that Song's mother was also slumped on the sofa.

The two of them were no longer what Zhou Hui looked like when they entered the door. Their clothes were a little torn, their bodies were withered, and there were a few traces of flesh hanging from their faces.The few strands of hair left on Father Song's head were attached to the skull, and when Zhou Hui touched them, a few more strands fell out sparsely.

Amid the rotten and moldy smell, the strange aroma that Zhou Hui often smelled was still wafting in the room.

Zhou Hui's nerves could no longer be strained, he roared in despair like a wild beast, and fled out of the Song family mansion.

After leaving Song's house, Zhou Hui passed out on the side of the road after calling the police.

After waking up again, he stared at the white ceiling in a daze for a while.Soon, he heard a few messy footsteps, and then the footsteps stopped around him.

After a simple examination, the doctor left the ward, leaving only Zhou Hui and two policemen, a man and a woman.

"Feeling better?" one of the men asked, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

Zhou Hui nodded.

"Can I ask you some simple questions?" the man continued.

Zhou Hui nodded again.

The man observed his dull eyes, paused, and said: "We received a call to the police this morning, saying that a murder had occurred in a house at No. 132 Wutong Road, so we sent someone to rush there. Then someone found you Lying on the road near the murder case, already in a coma. Did you call the police?"

Zhou Hui nodded. Now he feels weak and can't cheer up.But still enduring the discomfort, he carefully recalled the scene at that time.

"You mean you talked to them after you entered the house?" asked one.

Zhou Hui nodded: "They weren't too unusual at the time."

The man then asked: "There is no big abnormality to prove that there is still something wrong? What is it?"

"I... I seem to have seen a corpse spot on Uncle Song's hand. The spot is large, off-white, floating slightly on the surface of the skin." Zhou Hui turned over the back of his hand and gestured on the back of his hand.

The policeman flipped through something and said, "It's normal to see corpse spots on long-dead corpses."

"what?"

"According to the autopsy report, the three of them died in the early morning of May 5, two months from now. The cause of death was excessive secretion of adrenaline, which led to cardiac arrest." The policeman read into his notebook.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Hui didn't understand these messy medical terms.

"That is to say, they died two months ago. Before they died, they were severely frightened and seemed to have seen something that frightened them." The other party replied.

"Impossible, I had dinner with them the night before that. And in the past two months, I have been to their house several times, had dinner with them, and talked with them. And Xiao Nuan, we still have dinner together Lived in, commuted to work, went shopping together, if they were dead long ago, who was talking to me?"

In the early morning of May 5th, the night of May 10th was the first time he saw his parents after dating Song Nuan. Wasn't that the early morning of the second day after he left Song's house?

Who would believe such an absurd thing?

The man closed the notebook in his hand heavily: "That's the problem. We investigated people near the Song family, and they reported that they hadn't seen the Song family for two months, and they thought their family had moved abroad. Mr. Zhou , we think you need to face reality."

"What do you mean? Do you think I have a brain problem, and everything is my fantasy?" Zhou Hui threw off the quilt, leaned over and grabbed the policeman by the collar.

"Mr. Zhou, I didn't mean that. Don't get me wrong."

The policeman pushed Zhou Hui's hand away and pushed him back to the bed.Seeing that he was not in good condition, the policeman asked some simple questions and left the ward.

Walking out of the ward, a young policewoman asked, "Did you just go back like this? This person is obviously related to the death of the Song family."

"The report made it very clear that the family was frightened to death. There was no external injury on their bodies, and there was no suspicious element in their bodies. How else can we investigate?"

"But..." The female policeman paused, looked around carefully before lowering her voice and said, "We found undigested food in the stomachs of several deceased. Doesn't match - probably something eaten after death."

"What does this mean?"

The young policewoman stared wide-eyed: "Is it possible to speculate that the person inside probably became insane after killing the deceased, fantasizing that they were not dead, and feeding them... Hey, it's so perverted! "

The old policeman was stunned for a while, then patted the brim of the policewoman's hat, and laughed angrily: "What do you think forensic doctors do? Didn't you think of others?" He took a photo of a report to the other party Chest: "Look at it for yourself. It shows that the food in the stomach of the deceased was chewed thoroughly by the teeth and then swallowed. There is no sign of digestion. There is only their own saliva in the food."

"Oh~" the little policewoman straightened her hat and responded with a drawn out voice.

She always felt that something was wrong with this case, but she couldn't explain why.

Before the three members of the Song family were cremated, Zhou Hui visited Song Nuan for the last time in the morgue.

He lifted the white cloth with trembling hands, and the person lying there was completely changed. There was no flesh and blood on the face, and the body was dry and slender, without the shape of a human.Zhou Hui still didn't want to believe that the person lying in front of him was the one he wanted to protect the most. He hated himself for being careless, but he couldn't detect anything.

It wasn't until he ran away from the Song family that he believed that there really were ghosts in this world.

From the first meal he had with the Song family's parents, he should have noticed that the Song family was unusual.

Uncle Song's stiff movements while eating, Mother Song's strange silence, Song Nuan's amnesia after squatting in the kitchen eating cold tea and rice, everything is so unusual.

There was also the strange scent that filled the house of the Song family. He should have remembered that he had smelled it in the funeral home when his family members passed away. It was a kind of incense that covered up the smell of the corpse.

"Ah! Woohoo, I'm too slow!"

He squatted beside Song Nuan's corpse, covering his face in pain, tears overflowed from between his fingers, dripping down on the ground, and soon melted into a puddle of water.

The first time he had dinner with the second elder of the Song family as Song Nuan's boyfriend, the Song family all died without anyone noticing.

If, if he had accepted Song's father's kindness and stayed in the Song family, perhaps such a tragedy would not have happened.

He hated his own hindsight, and even more hated his own powerlessness.