Chibman Turs has been quietly paying attention to the movements outside, and he deliberately kidnapped a woman today. If the police hadn't suspected him, the woman would have stayed in that basement waiting for him to deal with it later. If the police have discovered it and can't find him, they will suspect him of absconding in fear of crime and buy him some time.
After all, who would have thought he would be hiding here?
In the dim room, Chebman Turs suddenly heard the sound of car tires scraping next door. He stood up quietly, opened the curtains a little and looked towards the source of the sound, and then he saw the familiar car.
Is it Winnie Green's car? She's back?
When he saw Winnie getting out of the car with her schoolbag on her back, Tours was excited at first, and then became a little suspicious. As far as he knew, Winnie Green never left school early, and only interacted with neighbors here. Her parents and relatives were not here. side. Then why did she come back suddenly? Is it a police trap?
no, I can not. Even if the police knew that he had followed Winnie Green, they would not have known that he would choose to hide here. However, what if the police called up the road surveillance here and saw him appearing here?
But even if he had doubts, the satisfaction that every action was successfully completed made Chebman Turs excited.
He started paying attention to Winnie when she first entered school. He had to say that she was really different from other girls. She is very beautiful, and she shines when she walks in the crowd. Everyone's eyes always fall on her subconsciously.
Unlike other beautiful girls in the school, Winnie Green is very low-key and not vain at all. She did not go to those group activities to take advantage of the opportunity to show off herself, and she also maintained a polite distance from the boys who pursued her.
It is polite and straightforward to refuse other people's pursuits. Although the losers on the forum deliberately slandered her, Turs felt that Winnie was not wrong in not deliberately hanging them.
Turs started following her, appearing under every post that mentioned Winnie. He also appeared next to Winnie, on the road to campus, in the restaurant, and everywhere he could meet her.
However, Winnie Green seemed to be unable to see him, and his sense of existence was not as strong as those who failed to confess.
When he realized this, Turs was very sad and unwilling, so that day Turs drove quietly behind Winnie and stopped at a convenience store. He got out of the car and followed her.
To be honest, he was very nervous and excited to do such a thing for the first time. His eyes were warm and full of love, and he pretended to choose goods and eavesdropped on her chatting with others. Then Winnie saw him and laid her eyes on him for the first time.
Turs lowered his head in a hurry, but he felt that his whole body was burning!
Maybe he was acting a little badly? But it doesn't matter, it will be fine in the future, he will let her understand him.
After that day, Turs often followed Winnie's car, deliberately changing places to park for fear of arousing other people's suspicions. Until he was approached by Gaskell, he was called to talk, and he struck up a conversation with Winnie for the first time.
He was disliked and looked at with perverted eyes by the classmates around him, who were whispering behind his back.
Posts on the forum were all scolding him, calling him a pervert, and saying they sympathized with Winnie. All this makes Turs angry. Is his love disgusting? Why do you want to do it just because you like Wen?
Do you want to sympathize with her?
At night, he was driving along the roadside when a scantily clad woman put her face against his window. He knew this face, in the background of the photos he had taken.
Turs took the hint and took her to Grandma's house, where he had the key. after that……
When he saw the woman's shocked and confused expression, Tours felt angry and resentful. After being carried away by anger, he pulled out his belt and strangled her neck severely.
He looked down at the expression of fear and pain on that face, and watched with excitement and indifference as she cut off her life bit by bit. At that moment, Turs fell in love with this feeling, and fell in love with watching his kind struggle and die in pain and helplessness.
Soon he found the second person. He selected the target in those photos and took the other person away smoothly. When the leather rope tightened the woman's neck, he seemed to see Winnie Green's face struggling in pain and helplessly begging for mercy.
After he was revealed to be stalking Winnie Green, Ward Bernal and his gang came to trouble him. Thinking of the way Bernal always hung around Winnie and couldn't drive her away, Turs had murderous intentions.
This time, he brought a sharp knife. When the blade cut through his neck and blood spurted out, Tours became even more excited. The blood was more fascinating than suffocation.
Turs watched Winnie walk into the house and withdrew his hand. He still had time, as long as he waited until dark, he could let Winnie look at him forever.
The sudden drop in temperature in the air made Turs shiver. He cursed secretly and turned around to leave the baby's room, which didn't even have a bed.
When he walked out, he didn't see a little girl wearing a red dress and disheveled hair standing quietly at the door.
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Suddenly there was a sound of dripping water in the house that had not been occupied for some time. The tightly tightened faucet was suddenly loosened at some point, and water drops trembled and dripped down, one drop after another.
Tours walked to the master bedroom and lay down. He was thankful that the previous owner had left a mattress behind when he moved out. This was much more comfortable than lying on a wooden board. Before closing his eyes, he looked at the time, estimated how long it would take to get dark, and closed his eyes with confidence.
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Before entering the dreamland, Tours seemed to hear the sound of water, but he didn't pay attention to it, and his consciousness fell into a drowsy sleep.
The moment he fell asleep, a thin black figure crawled out from under the bed. Its limbs were slender, dry and black, and its head was bald. Only the ups and downs of its nose could be vaguely seen, its eye sockets were sunken, and only a small black dot remained in its pupil.
It moved quickly, and at the moment Tours entered the dreamland, it inserted its five fingers, as slender as a dead branch, into his head without any hindrance. So Tours' consciousness entered the black hole and fell layer by layer.
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A noisy whistle sounded outside the window, and Tours woke up from his sleep. He stared at the ceiling light for a while, and then his mind started to work.
It was a leisurely weekend. After a hard week's work, he was finally free from his difficult boss and annoying colleagues. He didn't want to do anything today. He just wanted to lie on the sofa and watch TV and drink.
The sound of the faucet came from the kitchen downstairs. Turs slowly walked downstairs with his slippers on and saw his wife washing the dishes in front of the sink. She heard the movement behind and turned around, showing a stiff smile and said: "Morning
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Turs nodded and pulled up the chair and sat down at the dining table [()]? "Come []& read the latest chapter & complete chapter" (), picked up the newspaper placed on the right, shook it open and started reading. Today's headlines are about a murder case in which the victim's body was found in a garbage dump.
After investigation, the victim's name was Enid Nathaniel. She worked in a restaurant during her lifetime, but had to take some degrading jobs because she needed to pay for the treatment of her seriously ill mother.
The newspaper printed a photo of Enid Nathaniel during her lifetime. The woman with short blond hair looked at the camera with a bright smile. Turs stared at the photo for a while, feeling that it looked familiar.
At this time, his wife came over with a cut sandwich, put the plate on the table in front of Tours, walked to him and looked at the newspaper.
"It's so tragic. She died. What should we do with her seriously ill mother?" the wife said with regret.
"Yeah." Tours put down the newspaper and started eating breakfast, quickly forgetting that the victim looked familiar.
After breakfast, Turs sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. Noticing the photo frame placed on the cabinet, he subconsciously remembered that there should be three people in it. He turned to his wife and asked, "By the way, where are the children?"
His wife stood in the kitchen and kept watching him. After hearing the question, she raised her lips and said, "Oh, she is still sleeping in. Let her be as she is this weekend."
Yes, he also has a daughter L. Turs nodded and turned his attention back to the TV show.
After a while, L's wife went upstairs, and soon she came down holding a little girl.
The girl has long black hair, wearing a red dress, and holding an ugly doll in her hand.
The little girl stood behind him and stared at his back for a while, then walked around to the front and placed the dirty-looking doll next to Tours.
Tours turned to look at the doll sitting next to him, and said after a moment of silence, "Maybe you should play with another doll."
"No." The little girl said, her long hair falling to both sides, revealing an Oriental face.
Turs didn't notice anything wrong, he just looked at the doll with disgust, it was really ugly.
The weekend was very leisurely. His daughter L was quiet and sensible. Although his wife didn't talk much, he could see her watching him quietly whenever he turned around. Perhaps because of her illness, her face is paler than that of ordinary people.
This is an ordinary family of three.
After taking a bath at night, Turs was lying on the bed in his pajamas, pressing the TV remote control in his hand, listening to
Duo paid attention to the movement in the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water stopped, and the wife, wearing a bathrobe, wiped her dripping blond hair with a towel.
Turs's eyes were looking at his wife. She was sitting in front of the dressing table applying skin care products. Her fingers were dipped in lotion and applied on her neck. Then she raised her eyes and looked at him in the mirror.
After clearing his throat, Turs stood up from the bed and walked to the dressing table. He picked up the towel on the side and rubbed his wife's hair. His wife looked at him with a stiff smile.
As if he had gotten a hint, Tours stopped what he was doing, leaned down and placed a series of thin kisses on her ear. The wife didn't move, she just sat there and stared at the mirror quietly. The stiff smile on her face seemed to widen a little, which looked a little weird.
When Tours kissed his wife's neck
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"How did you do it?" Tours asked, but subconsciously thought about why he didn't notice it just now.
"Didn't you do it?" said the wife.
"Really?" Tours couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed that he did it himself.
He was not in the mood to worry about it now, so he picked up his wife and walked to the bed. After throwing her on the bed, he pressed on her.
The bathrobe was untied, but the temperature in the air dropped. His fingers traced the bare skin, leaving a mark. The smell of decay appeared in the air at some point. It was very light at first, but when Turs buried himself in his wife's neck and took a deep breath, the strong stench suddenly poured into his nose, and he reacted violently and vomited. Pull away suddenly.
Before he could get rid of this disgusting feeling, he saw his wife's stiff and pale face, her eyes were gray and lifeless, and there were deep strangulation marks on her neck. Her body was cold and deathly white without a trace of blood.
"Drink!" Tours gasped, and his body suddenly shot up and quickly retreated. His eyes widened, staring at this face in horror.
It was as if a hazy veil had been blown away by the wind, and he finally realized why the face on the newspaper was familiar. It was his wife's face!
His wife turned into a ghost? Turs rolled and ran out of the room. The corridor was dark, and the little girl's high-pitched laughter could be vaguely heard echoing in the darkness.
The putrid smell in the air became stronger. Tours looked back while running and saw his wife walking out of the door, turning stiffly and walking toward him step by step.
Run!
Tours screamed in his mind. The long corridor he was familiar with in the past suddenly grew so long that he couldn't see the end. He ran wildly but was still far away from the stairs. The children's room next to it suddenly opened with a "squeak". Turs looked over expectantly and saw a rocking chair in the center of the room, with the ugly doll sitting on the rocking chair.
"Creak" "Creak", the rocking chair shook, and the ugly doll looked at Turs outside the door with a strange smile.
Turs suddenly felt a chill. He immediately realized that the doll might not be a good thing, so naturally he did not dare to hide in the room. While he was distracted, his wife's ghost was already very close to him.
The stench in the air became stronger. Tours came back to his senses and looked back. His wife's ghost was already close at hand and rushed towards him.
"No!"
With a shout, Turs suddenly sat up from the bed, staring at the wall in front of him and breathing heavily. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a breath.
It turned out to be a nightmare.
This nightmare was so terrifying that Turs broke out in a cold sweat. But it was just a nightmare. The morning sunlight filtered in through the window, and the chirping of birds and the sound of cars brought him back to reality.
By the time Tours came downstairs after taking a shower, his wife had already prepared breakfast, and the cut sandwiches were placed on a white porcelain plate, with today's newspaper next to it.
"Good morning." His wife smiled at him from the kitchen.
"Good morning."
Tours sat down on the dining chair, picked up the newspaper and flicked out today's headline, which was about a murder that happened in a small town. A female body was found in the woods. The body had a bag on her head and a plastic rope around her neck. She was buried among dead branches and leaves.
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On the newspaper, there was a clear photo of the victim before his death. The long-haired woman smiled at the camera.
"It's so pitiful. Her child must be crying, right?" His wife's voice came from behind.
Tours' hand holding the newspaper was a little stiff. He stared at the face in the newspaper, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He rolled his eyes and looked to the side. His wife was standing there with a blank expression on her face.
The chair fell down with a "clang" sound. Tours dodged the knife stabbing from the side but was scratched on his arm. He turned around and saw that his wife, who had been cooking for him tenderly not long ago, had now changed into another person. She had a plastic rope wrapped around her neck, her mouth was wide open and she was staring at him fiercely with her white eyes. .
His wife, who had turned into a ghost, roared and rushed towards him with a knife. Tours turned around and ran upstairs, but the female ghost was very fast, and Tours was stabbed several times in the back.
Turs was forced into the corner, and the female ghost pounced on her, opening her mouth wider and wider. He saw Enid Nathaniel's face deep in her throat!
Turs waved his arms in fear, and when he saw his hands full of blood, he suddenly realized that he had been stabbed several times but didn't feel any pain.
It's a dream! He is still dreaming!
So Tours turned and rushed to the window, broke the glass and jumped out.
After the violent feeling of weightlessness, Turs opened his eyes suddenly.
He stood in the dark basement with a knife in his hand and a man lying on the ground. Turs blinked and before he could figure out what was happening, he saw the man lying in a pool of blood twisting his limbs and slowly standing up.
Having just experienced two horrific nightmares, Turs had realized that he was dreaming within a dream, so he was not too scared when he saw the corpse getting up. But when he saw this man's face, it was like a thunderbolt struck him.
"Ward Bernal!"
He remembered everything! The two women in the dream, the news in the newspaper, everything he did.
"Ha...hahahahahaha..." Turs laughed wildly after realizing that he was dreaming. After laughing, he rushed forward with the knife in his hand, and stabbed the tip of the knife into Ward Bernal's chest. Pulling out the body again, he kept stabbing Ward Bernal as if to vent his anger.
But the ghost in the dream cannot be killed. Even though Tours is no longer afraid, he still can't wake up. Tours sat on the ground, looking at Ward Bernal who was being chopped into pieces and still persisting in crawling towards him. He spat, raised the knife that was thrown on the floor next to him and put it across his neck. , pulled hard and decisively.
As blood spurted out, the world in front of him fell into darkness, and the next moment Turs opened his eyes again.
There was a familiar ceiling in front of him, but he had already remembered that he should be in the empty house next to Winnie Green, not at home. The difference from before was that he was holding the dagger he brought from the previous dream in his hand.
Tours stood up with a gloomy face and walked downstairs step by step. Sure enough, there was a woman standing in the kitchen.
"Good morning, it's time for breakfast." The woman turned around, holding a white porcelain plate with sandwiches in her hand.
A sneer appeared on his face. This woman was the last person Turs killed. He wanted to see if all the "ghosts" in the next dream would pounce on him.
Probably seeing that he had regained his memory, the woman who ran the fruit shop suppressed the false smile on her face and showed a sinister expression belonging to a ghost: "Do you want to read today's newspaper? The police have found the murderer. Maybe they are here. Outside."
Turs glanced towards the dining table and sure enough saw his face printed on the newspaper. But it was just a dream. Turs turned away his eyes disdainfully and asked, "Do you think I will be scared like this? What is the next dream?"
Seeing that he was indifferent, the female ghost's face turned cold: "You will only fall into the abyss of dreams."
Suddenly there was a loud noise at the door, and a group of people wearing FBI bulletproof vests rushed in with guns raised. When they saw Tours holding a knife, he shouted: "Put down the weapons!"
Turs glanced outside the door, and it was completely white outside. Come to think of it, this dream only restored his home.
The dark-skinned FBI shouted again: "Now! Put down your weapons!"
Turs put the knife across his neck with an expressionless expression and gave it a swipe!
Blood spurted out instantly. Not only did the dream in front of me not end, but it was accompanied by severe pain!
Turs's eyes widened in disbelief, and the knife fell to the ground. He covered his neck and slowly reached down. The "home" in his field of vision slowly faded and returned to its original appearance.
"Ho--" Blood flowed out of his mouth, and Tours stared at the female ghost standing at the door of the kitchen with splitting eyes.
Scammed! This is not a dream!
The female ghost stood there quietly, raising the corners of her mouth sarcastically. !
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