The lid of the urn was opened, and there seemed to be something inside. He was sure it was not his father's ashes, because no one's ashes would solidify...
This is clearly a doll!
Fu Bao was very surprised and took out a doll from the urn. It was slightly larger than the palm of his hand. It seemed to be made of high-quality silicone and felt very elastic. It looked like a handsome silver-haired guy wearing a gorgeous black uniform and a blood-red windbreaker. , there are two horns on the head, and the strangest thing is that the doll's eyes are closed.
Exquisite workmanship, high-grade materials, looks very good...
expensive.
Of course, the price of the doll is not what he cares about. What Fu Bao is extremely confused about now is - why is the doll placed in his father's urn?
Could it be that... dad is not actually dead?
Or maybe dad died and was turned into this doll?
The last guess was simply impossible, so Fu Bao did not think about it further.
"Why on earth did you appear in the urn?" He spoke to the puppet in confusion.
Of course the doll wouldn't answer, and Fu Bao thought again, who was handling his father's funeral affairs?
In the past three days, he had been immersed in grief and couldn't extricate himself. Because the suicide note was written by his father, and the accident compensation check with his father's name on it could not be forged, he did not think about it all. , but now there was a doll inside the urn, and all doubts came out at this moment.
The person who delivered my father's ashes turned out to be a courier. This was unreasonable in the first place, not to mention that there was no other packaging on the outside of the box containing the urn. I don't know which courier company has this kind of business. The courier's hat seemed to have the company name on it. , but now his head is so muddled that he can’t remember it at all...
Fu Bao just held the puppet and was lost in thought.
Suddenly, the doll opened its eyes, glanced at Fu Bao, and yawned again...
"Ah!" He screamed and subconsciously threw the puppet out. The puppet fell to the floor with a muffled sound.
Fu Bao's heart was beating wildly, and it took him a few minutes to calm down. It was impossible. It must have been dazzling again. How could the doll move? !
However, Fu Bao did not pick up the doll. He curled up on the sofa and thought about a question, is dad dead?
Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
After Fu Bao fell asleep, the whole room seemed unusually quiet. There was nothing unusual about the doll thrown by Fu Bao on the floor. However, the sky in the entire city seemed like a disturbed sea. Storms and dark clouds gradually rose, and large areas of darkness appeared. , gathered over where Fu Bao was.
"Mom, what's going on with the brother next door?" A crisp and familiar voice asked Fu Bao to open his eyes. Because he was too tired, he squinted his eyes. It took him a while to see the scene around him clearly. It was a very warm light. The milky yellow color illuminates the eyes.
The little girl was lying on the quilt, looking at him with innocent black and white eyes.
Is she...the little girl next door? Is this the house next door? Why am I here?
Fu Bao was very confused and opened his mouth involuntarily to ask a question, but what came out was not his voice and what he said was not what he wanted to say, "That big brother is sick, don't play with him in the future, okay, little girl?" ?”
The little girl nodded obediently. Fu Bao stretched out his hand and stroked the little girl's hair, but this hand was not his. It was slender, white and tender, and full of warmth.
Just like his mother... Fu Bao was suddenly a little confused. Was it because he missed his mother that he had such a dream?
"Little girl, go to bed quickly. You have to go to the choir tomorrow, so you have to get up early." In her mother's soft voice, the little girl gradually closed her eyes.
Under the milky yellow light, Fu Bao was still stroking the little girl's soft long hair affectionately. The scene was very warm, but at this moment, he suddenly had an extremely strange impulse and wanted to tear this girl apart...? !
That’s right, tear it up!
Uncontrollable violence and impulse burned in my heart.
Tear her to pieces! Tear her to pieces!
A voice roared loudly. When Fu Bao saw those delicate and gentle hands, his veins were instantly exposed. His fingers slowly clasped the sleeping little girl's neck. This temptation was like encountering a clear spring in the desert. He wanted to kill her very, very, very much. Drop her!
The strong impulse to kill made Fu Bao very scared. He controlled himself at the last moment, stumbled out of the room and entered the toilet, which had a huge mirror embedded in it.
Fu Bao saw that the person in the mirror had a fair and beautiful face, but in the next moment, deep holes appeared one after another, and in each hole were white evil maggots twisting uncontrollably...
Ring ring ring ring!
Fu Bao woke up with a start and sat up from the sofa suddenly. He looked around and saw familiar furniture and furnishings. They were in his own home. He picked up the alarm clock next to him and saw "6:66" on the alarm clock.
I don’t know when he set it, but luckily this alarm clock woke him up from his dream...
Huh? wrong! How could there be sixty-six points!
Fu Bao looked at the electronic clock again, and the time displayed was still "6:66".
The clock must be broken, but what is worth noting is that the nightmare just now was so real that it was so real to the core.
Fu Bao felt a headache. This was not the first time he had a nightmare, but it was the first time he had a dream as real as last night. Everything was too real, the strong urge to kill and the feeling of hunger, now Still lingering in his mind.
Are you really going to become a psychopath?
Fu Bao sighed, did his father's sudden death bring him such a big shock...
No, there is no evidence that dad may not be dead, because the urn contains not ashes, but a doll. That doll...
scare!
Fu Bao glanced around and was startled, because the black-clothed high-end doll was placed upright on the armrest of the sofa, standing steadily, as if someone had put it there intentionally.
Something is wrong. Fu Bao shook his head vigorously. The doll was obviously not placed here last night. He remembered that it was thrown on the floor. Fu Bao looked at the floor and saw that the overturned urn was still there unpacked. Why was the doll on the sofa?
Could it be that he moved the puppet here unconsciously last night?
Incredible. He suddenly thought of the nightmare he had just had, so real and so terrifying.
The phone rang suddenly, which scared Fu Bao. He stared at the ringing phone as if he was seeing a monster. It took him a while to realize that it was okay, it was just the phone ringing.
When Fu Bao answered the phone, the other party immediately scolded him, "Fu Bao! Do you want to come to work? If you don't, I will fire you!"
Who are you?
Fu Bao almost asked this question. Fortunately, although his groggy head was slow to react, he finally came to his senses. He shook his head and finally remembered that it was the iron rooster who was calling.
