My House of Horrors

Strange expression, strange tone, Huang Ling's husband was like sleepwalking, he stood on the bed, toed, neck like something grabbed him, standing high and looking at Huang Ling.

Her eyelids rolled over and her eyes fluttered. In the darkened bedroom, she lived with Huang Ling for years. She stared at her dead.

“I made you soup in the kitchen, drink it while it's hot. ”

They rented a small room with a small bedroom, Huang Ling backing against the wall, and five fingers holding onto the phone.

She had a bad feeling that her husband would probably kill herself once she called.

“I, I'm not too hungry.” Huang Ling moved towards the door of the bedroom. She grabbed the door handle of the bedroom, but before she could open the door, her husband jumped out of bed.

Jaming's body was very stiff and his joints could not bend normally, giving the impression that a puppet was being held by silk thread.

The pale hand grabbed Huang Ling's arm. After a cold passage, Huang Ling discovered for the first time that her husband's palms didn't feel a little warm.

She couldn't speak nervously, her body trembled slightly, her pupils beating restlessly.

The husband's face came together, his eyelids turned over, and most of his eyeballs were whitewashed: “I made it, you drink a little. ”

“Okay, I drink...” Huang Ling dared not resist, worried that she would die in this small, narrow, dark room.

The bedroom door was opened by her husband, and the familiar and strange man walked into the kitchen with Huang Ling's hand in a strange position.

Doors and windows are closed and the house appears to be completely isolated from the outside.

Huang Ling dared not resist and was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.

She just walked in and saw a soup cooker on the gas stove.

“I boiled it for a long time before I stewed it down. Come and try it. ”

Jaming lifted his hands rigidly with his feet and removed the iron pot from the gas stove and placed it on the table.

Lift the lid off and it looks like it's getting colder in the house.

He found two bowls of chopsticks to put by the pan and looked straight at Huang Ling: “Come and try it, it's delicious. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Huang Ling nodded softly. She glanced into the iron pan, which was a shredded rag doll. Various pieces floated on the fresh soup in the pan, most notably a plastic face.

The doll's face was boiled in part, but Huang Ling recognized it at first glance. This doll was the first one Jaming had bought for himself.

It was cheap, two people had just arrived in Jiujiang, not married, green and simple, full of hope for the future.

Looking at the doll that was cut in the pan, Huang Ling felt that precious memory in her heart had been severely torn.

“How can you make soup out of it?” Huang Ling didn't hold out, but said it.

Jia Ming did not reply to Huang Ling's question. He picked up the soup spoon in the pan and filled Huang Ling with a bowl: “Try it. ”

“It's a memory between us!” Huang Ling stood beside her and felt that her strength was being drawn out little by little.

“Memory?” Jaming looked at the doll in the pot and, in a very puzzling tone, gave a more frightening answer: “Aren't these our two children? What does it have to do with memory? ”

He swallowed his saliva and laughed badly in his throat: "A lot of kids, throwing them away and coming back, simply eating them all into his stomach. ”

A normal person could never say anything like this. Jia Ming stood on his feet and his head slanted on his shoulder: “Come on, eat it all, eat it all! ”

Huang Ling grabbed the spoon and looked at the floating debris in the bowl and the doll's face. She felt a little sick.

Finger touches the phone screen, she wants to call Chen Gong, but thinking about it, what's the use of making a phone call? Chen Gong could not have come immediately. By the time he arrived, he was afraid something had happened to him.

“Why aren't you eating? Isn't it good? Don't you like the smell? Listen to me! Is there a child crying in there? What a wonderful voice.” Jaming picked up the soup spoon in the pan and drank a large amount of it, obviously it was just fresh soup, but he gave it a very enjoyable look as if he had tasted the finest rarity: “I hate children, especially the bad ones who ran out of the red house, who stole what was in the door and wanted to eat them. ”

After drinking, Jaming's eyes slowly returned to normal. He looked at Huang Ling: “Drink! You want me to feed you? ”

She grabbed the spoon tightly, but Huang Ling couldn't get her mouth down. The look of her tangle fell into Jaming's eyes.

“Don't you know how to say it? Let me help you.” Jaming picked up the fruit knife on the table: “Let me cut it open for you, it's okay, you'll be able to drink all of this soon, and I'll make you a better soup with fresher ingredients in the future. ”

Jia Ming walked towards Huang Ling with his feet, and his tone was very scary.

Huang Ling can no longer control it. Throw away the spoon in her hand and press the dial button directly. Coincidentally, when she pressed the dial button, the phone page changed, and someone called just at this time.

She missed the phone with one click and pressed her finger on the answer button.

“You're the guy in my car tonight, right? You threw 200 bucks at my car like this, and you thought you could fix it? If you don't give me a statement tonight, I'll..."

“Help! Somebody call the police! I live on the fourth floor! My husband, he's crazy! ”

When she heard the voice from the phone, Huang Ling completely lost control and she shouted at the living room door with the phone.

It was like the drowning man grabbed the last straw, and Huang Ling burst into unprecedented potential, and she was fast.

The door of the living room is two floors long, the door inside is easily opened by her, but the security door outside is locked backwards, you have to find the key to open it.

“Help! Help! Help! ”

Huang Ling's voice echoed in the hallway, the cold wind poured into her sleeve, and she shook the door lock desperately.

“I'm warning you, don't scare me.” The voice of the young driver in the phone was trembling, he was unconscious for half the night, just woke up, saw someone leave a note next to the phone, so he called, wanted to find out what was happening tonight, and asked for some more compensation.

Huang Ling was still shouting, she slammed her life against the burglar door and the sharp voice could be heard throughout the building.

“Have a sip.” Husband quietly moved behind Huang Ling.

“Help!” Huang Ling shouted loudly, her back hit the burglar door, her phone pointed at Jaming, the image in front of her made her even more collapsed!

Jaming's head twisted and slanted on his shoulder, his eyelids turned over, his eyes convex. In fact, he was not holding his toes at all, but the shadow behind him pinched his neck and kept moving around with him.

“Have a sip. ”

“Help! Stay back!”

Huang Ling's voice came out a long way in the hall. After about a few seconds, the door opposite the Huang Ling family was suddenly opened and an old lady looked out.

At this time, Jaming had poured the soup in the bowl into Huang Ling's mouth, watching Huang Ling's body fall soft, his eyes became stuck.

The old man at the door was not surprised by the scene. She opened the security door and walked to Huang Ling's door, asking with a hint of sympathy: "Xiao Jia, is Huang Ling ill again? ”

Jia Ming held Huang Ling in his arms, his head slowly raised, his divine color completely restored to normal, but his expression was a little stiff: “Hey, he had nightmares in the evening and refused to take medicine. ”

“It's hard for you to guard a patient.” The old lady shook her head gently: “You'd better take her to the regular hospital. This month, she's been sick three times. If you keep doing this, something might happen. ”

“Well, definitely.” Jaming hung up Huang Ling's cell phone and closed the security door.