I'm not afraid of ghosts. When I live alone, I always feel a man appear in my home. Sometimes when I lie on the bed and empty, I can hear the sound of breathing. When I close the door of the living room before work, I always scan it deliberately and write down the display in the room. Sometimes when I return home, there will be more articles or the display will change.
My body was hurt, from the limbs to the head, and I couldn't look like a club. I was at home avoiding all the difficulties that made me afraid and uneasy. At this time, someone was knocking on the door of my living room. Through the cat's eye, a black pupil was put on the other side of the cat's eye, and then I knocked the door open. I forgot that my cat's eye locked the door last night. My memory has been declining since my head was hit. A man came in and grabbed my neck. He was wearing black clothes and dark skin. It reminds me that I spent 98 yuan to find a master on the Internet to tell my fortune. He said that black would make me unhappy.
When I suffocated, the man disappeared, and the floor was covered with black soil. I took the mop to clean the unclean things in the house, and then I lay on the bed quietly, counting my breath and fell asleep. I'm injured, I'm dying. I'm eager to have a revenge plan like UMA Thurman. I have a samurai sword, even if it's not a half hidden sword, but it's as sharp. Everyone is far away from me, only he is willing to talk to me. My psychiatrist, he asked me to sit at the door of his clinic and wait for him to get off work.
I sneaked away, and then I met my former classmate. She cried and told me that she was involved in a game of persecution, but she refused to tell me who the mastermind was. I don't know. I didn't offend anyone in my memory. I didn't do anything wrong. After dark in the small town, there were no pedestrians and vehicles in the street. Even the street lights were off. I walked alone like a zombie.
I want to kill those who hurt my body. No one helps me. In fact, I can't help it. My head is so badly hurt that I can't even respond quickly for several beats. The flesh on my back splits and my blood always soaks my clothes. I put on a thick blue suit outside my shirt, lay on the bed and counted my breath. I dreamed that I had married a German man who looked very old. When a woman appeared, she told me that she could help me to go to another city, where no one would hurt me.
I told her that I would prefer to go to another country. A woman with a bad face looked at me and held a German book, but I only knew Spanish. Maybe I was more suitable for Mexico City.
This is my last visit to a mental hospital. I have been waiting for the doctor with curly hair and black glasses for a long time. The suicide is always so calm and calm. He pushes open the door, looks up at him, picks up his glasses, which have been broken. I took my glasses away. Before I left, I took a look at him, then took out my cell phone and took a picture of him after he died.
I searched for a long time before I saw the same frame as him in the alley of the village in the city. Then he put on his glasses, pretended to be his character, and lived in a sick world. I told him that it was my dream to become a psychiatrist, but later I couldn't realize it. I became a secretary, and the only thing beside my dream was that I became a psychiatrist myself. I love spying on other people's pain. This is the first guest. I look him in the eye and tell him that my consulting fee is 0.1 bitcoin.
It's a secret clinic, and you don't need a professional qualification to trade on an underground website. I light the aromatherapy candle. The candle goes out. The consultation is over. He looked at me, then shed tears and took a woman's head out of the black bag he was carrying. Her eyes are still open, I can feel her temperature through the medical gloves, so warm, this is the ugliest prostitute I have ever seen.
"Are you afraid?"
"Yes".
"There is no law or morality here"
"How do you know she's a whore"
I don't love cheap perfume because of her makeup and smell. So how do you need me to help you? "
"Make me no longer afraid“
"Close your eyes"
He closed his eyes, I took the knife to his heart, he opened his eyes, looked at me in surprise, I twisted the handle of the knife, then took out the knife, cut the head along his neck, after all, the dead will not be afraid.
Take off the clean coat, the wound gradually healed, leaving an ugly scar, gently stroking the scar, wearing glasses, ready to meet the next patient. When I went to the hospital for physical examination, my wound broke unexpectedly, and I was bleeding all over the place. When the nurse helped me to bandage the wound and put on the ointment that smelled bad and made the wound tingle, the woman on the opposite side of me had stopped breathing. I look at all this as if I'm out of the business. When a woman faces another woman who seduces her husband, the form of insult is to strip her clothes off, face everyone, and then use nails to beat that woman with several old women.
Sometimes I wonder about the wonder of the world. On the one hand, it's sexual openness. On the other hand, men hate to betray their wives and kill them. There are some advertisements of pornographic websites under the pages of bloody websites. Sometimes sex and death are integrated, and they are intertwined and integrated. I remember when I was a child, I saw a story from a local stall magazine. I think it should be a fairy story made up. The house has been in arrears for several months. When the landlord took the new tenant and the police to the house and broke into it, the body smelled strongly because of the hot weather, the blood on the floor dried up, and on the ground lay the body of a middle-aged woman and two children.
The police checked the tenants around and recorded the confession. The dead woman lives with her boyfriend. The child belongs to her former boyfriend. A boy and a girl are more and more disgusted by her boyfriend. Neighbors always hear the noise of quarrel and the cry of the child. Later, the man said that he would go to another city to live a good life. He went to do some work first and sold the furniture in the house.
He sat in the interrogation room, his eyes red, swollen and bleeding. He looked very old, and his beard was messy. After a long time, he asked the police for a cigarette, and then he talked about the story of him and the dead woman. The woman was a prostitute before. When he met her, he was fighting with others, then he was knocked down and lying on the street. The woman came out of the bar with her companion, dressed in cheap prostitute clothes, then walked in front of him, picked him up, sent him to the hospital, bought a basin and towel, and replaced him He wiped the blood stains on his body, and then went to a small shop near the hospital to pack the gruel for him. When he was with a woman, she found a job as a waiter in a tea restaurant again. He hated prostitutes, and this thorn could not be eliminated in his heart. When he lost his mind, even the woman was raped, he didn't want to believe the reason. Then he locked the woman in their bedroom, picked her clothes in front of the child, and beat her.
He tied the woman to the bedside with a rope, then carried the two children to the baby room next door. After a long time, she could not hear the crying of the child. When he returned to the room, the woman roared hysterically. He held her, kissed her forehead, and begged her, "I don't want to fight with you, I love you."
"What did you do to my child? Let me see him."
"I just put them to sleep"
"Let me see the baby," the woman yelled.
"Our quarrel can't affect the children, will you obey me? "He begged that the woman only cared about the children's situation in her heart. After a long time of uproar, the woman herself was tired and fell asleep on the ground. When he woke up the next day, he was still asleep. She secretly untied her rope and went to the next room. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the bodies of her children, with tears still hanging on their faces, their necks cut, only skin and flesh left. The two children were tightly held together, and they must have been helpless before they died. She can't cry any more. The blue veins on her face burst. She turned around. The man woke up and stood behind her. He raised his knife and cut at her.
I feel like I'm dying, the wound is splitting again, the back has been mended many times, the stitches look dense, like a centipede, I don't know how long I can live, I take a knife to prepare to meet my classmates who didn't invite me.
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