Save the tragic villain in progress!

Ming Zhou has lived alone for many years, and has a small social circle, basically not many friends.Although there is a guest room inside, it is rarely opened, and the corners are full of storage boxes, making people nowhere to stay.

Xiao Jinang opened the door and took a look, only to find that a thin layer of dust had fallen on the storage box, he raised his hand to shake off the choking dust in the air, and asked curiously: "Is there clothes in the box? "

Ming Zhou stood at the door, did not go in, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking him out, heard the words and said without emotion: "It's not clothes, it's the relics of the dead."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that what he said was too direct and might scare Xiao Jinang, he paused, and then changed his words: "It's my mother's relic..."

He said the word "mother" very lightly, skipping it quickly, as if he didn't want to mention it.It's as if some words are born with thorns, and if you touch them a little, they will be pierced with blood.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Xiao Jinang felt that the mood at this time of tomorrow was a little weird, he thought for a moment, and then closed the guest room: "Then don't touch your mother's belongings, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Xiao Jin'ang wasn't unhappy at all, he just felt that it was too hard to clean the room tomorrow, and since he only stayed for one night anyway, there was no need to be so troublesome.

It is naturally impossible for him to sleep on the sofa tomorrow: "It doesn't matter, they are all old things that should be thrown away long ago. I can't see them, so they have been piled up in there. You can go take a shower first, and I will tidy them up soon."

After finishing speaking, he groped to find a new set of pajamas from the closet, and took another towel and handed it to Xiao Jinang.Xiao Jinang was quite curious about this. In a sense, his body was made of energy, and it was automatically cleaned every time he entered the energy ball, so he didn't need to take a bath.

Xiao Jin'ang put the clothes and towel into his arms, and said to Ming Zhou: "It's okay, I'll just sleep on the sofa. I used to sleep on the floor, and sleeping on the sofa is already very good."

There is no bed in the energy ball, he just finds a place to lie down, and has never slept seriously.

However, when I heard his words tomorrow, I couldn't help thinking a little too much.For example, Xiao Jinang is so poor that he can't even afford a bed, so he can only sleep in a cheap basement, or even more outrageous, the other party is likely to sleep in a bridge hole, otherwise how could he never even sleep in a bed.

Ming Zhou couldn't help asking aloud: "Do you really have no family? Where are your parents?"

Xiao Jinang wondered how diamonds have parents. He is a product of technology, scratching his head: "I have no family, and I have never met my parents."

Their continuation method is different from that of human beings, they do not need to rely on blood to maintain, but rely on cold mechanical energy.

Except for work, Ming Zhou is actually a man of few words, and he doesn't like to ask about other people's stinging past. The sentence just now was just to know more about Xiao Jin'ang. Hearing the words, he didn't say anything, just said: "You Go take a shower first, don't catch a cold."

Xiao Jinang: "Okay, then call me if you need anything."

A few seconds later, there was a click sound of Xiao Jinang closing the bathroom door with his backhand in the air, and then it fell completely silent.

Ming Zhou stood where he was, seemed to be stunned for a moment before recovering, then slowly turned around, walked into the closed and dark bedroom by touching the door frame.Obviously, he seldom set foot here, and he seemed at a loss and strange to everything.

This room has not been opened for a long time, apart from the smell of dust, there is also the unique smell of moth balls, after years of precipitation, decayed like an old man who is dying.

Ming Zhou's eyes were already dark, but ever since he stepped into this room, he felt that a darker and darker shadow began to spread rapidly in the corner, swallowing people like a swamp, choking his throat tightly, Blocked all air.

Ming Zhou lowered his head and took a breath, suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe, his palms were cold and sticky, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, it was a reaction that people would only have when they were extremely frightened.He groped to find the storage boxes piled up in the corner, picked them up with some strength, and wanted to leave the room as soon as possible, but he became more and more flustered, accidentally tripped over the foot of the bed, fell to the ground unexpectedly, and took the storage box with him The things in it also poured out like flowing water, spilling everywhere.

The box is full of women's things, high-heeled shoes, lipstick, necklace, dress, and a black wig that is knotted and dusty, and it just falls beside Mingri.

Ming Zhou fell down on the cold floor, instinctively groping to get up, but his fingertips suddenly touched something furry in the darkness, like a woman's hair.His heart shrank suddenly, as if he had been poisoned, he threw the thing away in a panic, his eyes widened and he retreated desperately, retreating into the innermost corner of the wall.

Time is fickle, and more than 20 years have passed. The lipstick casing has long been rusted and cracked, and the dress is also moldy. The black wig is lying quietly on the floor, with dry and knotted hair, just like its owner Lost vitality.

Some people are dead, but the memory is like a gangrene, forever rooted in another person's life.You thought you had forgotten it long ago, but when you opened the dusty box one day, you discovered that the shadow had never gone away.

Ming Zhou tightly hugged his knees, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.At this moment, he finally opened those eyes that had never been shown to anyone, only to see that the dark pupils were narrow and out of focus, and the eyes were covered with a sickly white cloud, covering all sight, leaving only endless darkness.

Ming Zhou huddled in a corner and looked towards the direction opposite him in a panic. He was obviously blind and couldn't see anything, but in a daze, he seemed to see a thin boy squatting in the corner, being shaken by a long-haired woman strangling his neck.

"Eat! Why don't you eat?! Do you know how hard it was for me to give birth to you, a bastard?! Is that what you did to me?!"

The crazy-looking woman strangled the boy's throat, and then forcefully stuffed the rotten rice into his mouth. Her long bright red nails were covered with white rice, like a red rose crawling on a maggot.

"Your father doesn't want you anymore, only I want you, only I want you understand?! I work so hard to earn money to support you, why don't you eat?!"

The woman's face was painted with heavy makeup, and she couldn't see her true face clearly.She didn't care about the knotted hair or the dust on the ground, she grabbed the rice grains that rolled down the ground, and mechanically stuffed them into the boy's mouth until she couldn't fit anymore, and then she fell to the ground panting.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

The boy's face was blue and purple from being pinched, and he let out a violent low cough, but he didn't dare to spit out the rice in his mouth, and tried to swallow it into his stomach along with the sand on the ground.

The rice is sour and rotten, and it has long been corrupted, just like the people locked in this room.

Seeing the woman sitting on the ground, the boy crawled up to her side by bit, held back his tears and patted the ashes on her skirt, thinking that he had made her angry: "Mom, don't be angry... I'll eat... I'll eat... ..."

However, the woman ignored him, and started arranging her hair on her own, and then facing the mirror, applied the broken lipstick over and over again to her bright red lips, covered her mouth and giggled coquettishly, "You Dad is coming to pick me up soon, and he said that if he earns enough money, he will divorce that yellow-faced woman and come back to marry me and live a good life."

After she finished applying her lipstick, she lowered her head and began to straighten her dirty floral dress. Suddenly, she found a hole in the hem of the skirt. She couldn't help but froze, and said to herself, "Why is it broken?"

The woman was a little flustered, stood up from the ground, and said to herself madly: "How could it be broken, my skirt can't be broken... a needle... I need to find a needle... I need to mend my clothes..."

She searched for something in this small boxy room, and finally found a sewing box in the drawer, then frantically threaded needles and threads, and bowed her head to sew her skirt.

One stitch, two stitches, three stitches...

The woman didn't know what to think of, and her movements suddenly slowed down.

Four stitches, five stitches, six stitches...

The woman stopped slowly, looked up at the boy who was only a little higher than her knees, and said in a daze, "I forgot...your father won't come back...he doesn't want you anymore...and he doesn't want me either... "

At that moment, the woman was like a rose that had lost its thorns, and suddenly softened.She didn't know if she realized that she could only depend on this bastard, she half knelt on the ground, slowly opened her arms, and rarely said softly to the boy: "Come, let mom hug you..."

The boy stood there, flustered and helpless.He was afraid of being beaten, but also afraid that the woman would be sad, so he walked up to the woman carefully, his immature face was covered with bruises.

The woman didn't hug him, but gently held his face, looked at it carefully, seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing, her lipstick was blurred and faded, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Your eyes, and Your father really looks like..."

Hot tears fell down, staining the makeup on his face.

The woman hugged the boy tightly, like a fishing net tightly trapping a fish that had cast itself into the net. She closed her eyes in pain and trembled all over: "Why do your eyes look so similar to his...why...I shouldn't have given birth to you... The one who came down... shouldn't have given birth to you..."

She tightly grasped the needle that used to sew the skirt, and stabbed it hard. The blood soaked the needle and thread. The heavy rain outside the window covered her crying. The mirror on the ground was broken into pieces, and something darkened.

A bang of thunder pierced the sky, awakening Mingri suddenly.

He could no longer distinguish between hallucinations and reality. He only felt that the pain from that year was still there. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and he covered his head in pain. In a trance, there was some hot liquid left behind, whether it was blood or tears.

Why……

Why……

Ming Zhou was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe, stood up almost in embarrassment, stumbled and left the bedroom, but it made no difference to him no matter where he went, the inside was dark, and the outside was also dark, this road was endless.Tears fell from the eyes, hit the arms, and hit the cold floor, but they couldn't smash the nightmare of the past.

Xiao Jin'ang just finished taking a shower, put on his clothes and came out of the bathroom, only to see Ming Zhou groping in the living room in a panic, and then tripped over the coffee table unexpectedly, his face pale as paper.At the door of the guest room is a pile of scattered items, skirts, wigs, entangled with each other like a spider web, inseparable.

"Doctor Ming!"

Seeing this, Xiao Jinang's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately stepped forward to help Ming Zhou up, just about to ask him if he was injured from the fall, but he was caught off guard by the wet tear stains on the other's face, and he was stunned.