I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

An Zimo couldn’t help tightening his fingers while holding the Coke bottle, and began to rationally analyze the meaning of the phrase [真香] and [想吃]. From a normal point of view, it shouldn’t be the kind of craving for food, it should be. Man’s desire to conquer beautiful women.

Concluded-this man is really not a good thing!

abnormal!

The next three abuses!

Hook three and four in front of the child!

An Zimo put down Coke, moved his **** away from the chair, and stood in front of An Xiang and stared at her expressionlessly.

"Is Mo Mo full?"

"Yeah." An Zimo gave Xu Chuan a vicious look and wrote his disgust on his face.

"Then let's go home." An wanted to collect the things, but did not talk to Xu Chuan too much, and led An Zimo out of the store.

The sky is clear, and An wants to get a rental car easily.

She placed her arm gently on An Zimo's shoulder, and said, "When you meet someone like that in the future, remember to call your mother loudly." An Xiangxin had lingering fears, "That kind of people are probably traffickers who abduct and sell children, which is very dangerous."

An Zimenunu's mouth, throwing away An Xiang's arm, sat aside a large distance from her.

Facing his son’s estrangement, An Xiang was somewhat disappointed, but quickly cheered up. It is normal for his son not to get close to her. After all, he was sent out just a few days after he was born, not to mention his brain is not good...

Thinking of An Zimo's physical condition, An Xiang was deeply discouraged.

Like him, it may be difficult to go to kindergarten, maybe he will be bullied...

In random thoughts, the taxi stopped in Chengbei District.

Over the past three years, this area has become more barren, with untidy streets, overgrown weeds, and savage growth of unmaintained trees. The community stands in it, behind it is a huge Ferris wheel, but because it has long been abandoned, it does not look romantic, but has a huge sense of oppression.

Looking at what looked like a horror movie before him, An Zimo's eyes slowly widened, and his mouth opened slightly uncontrollably.

"Momo, we're home, why don't you leave?"

This... is home?

Facing the gloomy building in front of him, An Zimo felt suffocated.

He clearly remembered that they lived in the most prosperous part of the city in their previous lives. How did they suddenly change their residence after reincarnating? Understand, this woman must have made money without him, that's why she is so downhearted.

"Mo Mo?" An wanted to see him still motionless, and couldn't help walking over, "Mo Mo, do you want your mother to hold you away?"

"..." The ghost wants you to hug.

An Zimo took a deep breath, forcibly threw countless terrifying imaginations out of his mind, and followed An's desire to walk into the community.

An Xiang saw his son's concerns at the moment, and said as he walked: "In fact, the exterior is not very good, but the interior is still well decorated?"

"…"Really? He doesn't believe it.

"You see there is a playground in the back. If you like it, mom can take you to play at night."

Walking into the community, you can see the whole picture of the playground more clearly.

The huge puppy statue in front of the gate had already lost its paint in the wind and rain, an eyeball had fallen out of nowhere, and his smile was dark and weird.

An Zimo felt inexplicably cold on his back, and a chill burst from the bottom of his feet into the Tianling Gai. He shivered and couldn't help speeding up his pace, hurriedly following An Xiang into the residential building.

The corridor is very dark and there is no elevator. It is probably too desolate. No one even posted the small advertisement.

An wanted to live on the first floor, stepped up the steps and took out the key to open the door. An Zimo stood by and looked around secretly.

The upstairs is dark and quiet, and the door next door doesn't look like there are people living. It is clearly blue, but there is no sign of people living in the whole building.

"Is Mo Mo looking to see if anyone lives?"

An Zimo did not speak.

An Xiang replied: "Basically all the people in this building have moved out, and now only my family is left."

"...?"

"Originally there were six households, but a year ago the male host upstairs murdered and hid the corpse, all the neighbors who knew about moved away."

"...????"

"It's just that someone died and made a fuss."

"..."

"..."

An Xiang mumbled nonchalantly, and squeezed the door open with a click: "Momo come in quickly, this will be our home from now on!"

An Zimo didn't have any expectations for the so-called home, walked into the hall with a blank face, raised his head and looked around at will.

how to say.

This is not where the Yangjian people live.

Gothic decoration and furniture, as well as wall lamps made of inverted cross hangings and candles on the walls, and even the carpets are full of retro style.

"Mo Mo, this is your room." An Xiang led An to the guest room.

The children's room was decorated only a few days ago. I originally wanted to make it into the style of the living room, but it was strictly rejected by the system. The reputation is that the dark wind is not in line with the children's physical and mental health. Although An Xiang felt regretful, she had to give up for the sake of her children.

She painted the walls in sky blue, the crib in the center was full of innocence, and next to it was the sofa with plush dolls.

This is a room that any child would like, but An Zimo only saw stupidity and naivety.

The ghost sleeps in the crib.

Ghosts play with dolls.

Ghosts like blue.

Ridiculous, naive, stupid, naive.

An Zimo put down his small schoolbag expressionlessly, and did not complain even if he disliked it. After all, he was going to run away sooner or later. This room was only a temporary shelter for him, and the decoration had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that An Zimo didn't mean to refuse, An couldn't help but jump for joy: "I thought you wouldn't like this style."

I didn't like it at first.

"Then Momo, you go around, Mommy will go and clean up the house now." An wanted to walk to the door and stopped, and said back, "By the way, don't go to the basement." A light was broken on the stairs. The plank was also loose, and it hasn't been possible to fix it up until now. She is afraid that An Zimo can't see the road, and it will be troublesome if she falls and gets injured.

After the instruction, An wanted to take the rag and wipe a corner of the table in the room.

As time passed by, An Xiang's warning didn't help, but rather aroused the curiosity in An Zimo's heart.

Why not let him go to the basement?

What's the secret in the basement?

An Zimo frantically turned his smart and flexible brain, his eyes moved with An Xiang's body, and when she went out to take out the trash, she got up and went straight to the basement without hesitation.

There was a long step to the basement, the light seemed to be broken, no matter how An Zimo pressed it, there was no response.

It is simply daytime, and the light is only dim, not to the extent that it affects the vision.

An Zimo stepped on two short, thin legs, carefully breaking down one step after another.

Click.

The shoe suddenly touched a piece of upturned wood, he staggered, and his body instantly rolled down the stairs.

An Zimo didn't feel the pain, but felt bad luck.

He scolded and climbed up from the ground, his little hand patted the leg of his pants indiscriminately, and immediately raised his hand, a huge coffin came into view without warning.

An Zimo suffocated his breath, and his small body stood completely stiff in front of the coffin.

Who will put the coffin in the basement well?

Looking closely at the coffin that was rubbed brightly, it was obviously maintained for a long time.

[Never go to the basement. ]

An Xiang's gentle warning was close to her ears.

[Isn't it just that someone died and made a fuss. ]

Isn't it—one person died.

one person.

According to the logical point of this sentence, it shows that there are two dead people that Ann wants to meet, no, it may be three.

Think about it carefully, this place is simply a natural refuge for serial murderers!

An Xiang's calmness in the face of the murder and the coffin in front of him reminded him of the abnormality. With the memory of his previous life, he had no doubt that An Xiang would commit a murder.

After all, his mother had really threatened him with a knife before.

She even threatened her own son, so how could she care about the lives of other people?

Maybe this coffin was prepared for him.

She thinks he is a burden, it is better to understand early.

An Zimo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was indifferent.

-In that case, it is better to start first.

He quickly ran back to his room, closed the door firmly, and curled up in the corner to think seriously about the crime.

With his current body, it is impossible to get rid of An Xiang. No matter how weak the enemy is, he is still an adult. If he acts rashly, he will only be discovered and then killed.

An Zimo buried his entire head in his knees.

He can't be impulsive and must calmly think about countermeasures.

If... If An Xiang is really the perpetrator, then there must be evidence of her crime in the basement and the coffin. Next, just find an opportunity to sneak into it, collect the evidence and hand it to the police, and you can easily lose your mind.

Decided!

Act when An wants to fall asleep tonight!

"Mo Mo, what do you want to eat tonight?"

The door opened, and An wanted to probe in.

Facing the silly cheek with a silly smile, An Zimo sneered. He had already seen the person's true face and knew everything in front of him. Then, as long as she pierced her disguise fiercely, she couldn't laugh again!

"Momo, if you don't want to talk to your mother, you can write it down." An Xiang specially found the paper money and put it on the table. The next second he was silent, and sighed with regret, "Yes, Momo doesn't seem to be able to write yet. "

She scratched her head, "Then I'll order some noodles. It's better to have some light tonight." She made up her mind and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

The mother and son spent a quiet and ordinary night.

An Xiang is used to watching a movie after dinner, such as "Blood Terror Night"; "Texas Ogre"; "Twenty Days of Fright", these are romantic movies with vampires as the protagonist, the only thing that makes An Xiang unhappy However, many of these movies ended in the defeat of vampires.

She cut some fruits and put them on the coffee table, preparing to eat while watching a movie. Seeing An Zimo sitting on the sofa without intending to leave, her eyes lit up: "Do you want to watch a movie with your mother?"

This time An Zimo responded: "Yeah." He wanted to wait for An to go back to the room to sleep, and then go to the basement to collect evidence.

"Then which movie do you want to watch?" An wanted to take out the remote control and display all the movies he had purchased, traversing page by page for An Zimo to choose.

""Scary Cry", "Blood Wedding", "Did you see my head?" These are all things that have never been seen before, Momo, which one are you interested in." This is the first time someone has thought about it. Watching a movie, I'm so excited and happy. She presented a piece of introduction like a treasure. Without systematic education, she had no idea that these R18 movies were not suitable for children to watch.

"..." An Zimo's face was dumb, this woman can't watch what a normal child should watch, similar to "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", "Little Treasure Mary", "Little Pig Peppa", "Little Soldier".

never mind.

What basic law do you want with the suspect?

An Zimo casually said: "Did you see my head?" This is the longest film, and the name is also a bad movie. I believe she will get sleepy after watching it for a while. Once she sleeps back to the room, he will start to act.

"Okay, my son looks at his head if he wants to look at his head." He didn't know what his son was thinking. He got up and took out a bucket of popcorn from the refrigerator, took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa, and clicked on the movie to play.

What is surprising is that this is not a **** and violent horror film, but a warm anti-war film under the banner of a horror film.

The story mainly tells about a soldier who participated in World War II with his wife and children separately. He died after breaking his head in the war, dragging his mutilated body into an evil spirit, struggling to find his own head, and in a flash, seventy years have passed...

Finally, the decapitated ghost met the protagonist group that exorcised ghosts for a living.

"Sir, why do you keep looking for your head again?"

"Because I need my eyes and lips."

"Why?"

"Because my eyes want to see my wife; my lips want to kiss her cheek again, yes, and Danny, that's my son."

Under the neon lights of the city, the decapitated gentleman in military uniform was also polite, turning the horror of the first half of the plot into nothing.

Ann wanted to put popcorn in her mouth and couldn't help crying.

An Zimo frowned and looked at the movie screen, then looked at the tearful An Xiang next to him, his brows furrowed tighter than before.

That's it? That's it? That's it? What's the point of crying?

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked, An Zimo only finds her noisy.

"Why are you still awake?" The hour hand was already pointing to ten o'clock, and An Zimo felt tiredness coming from his body.

An Xiang took out the tissue and rubbed his nose, watching An Zimo with red eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he knocked his head and suddenly realized: "Ahhh! I forgot that the baby should go to bed early."

An Zimo: "..." fool.

Ann thought hurriedly turning off the TV, holding him back to the room, gently placing him in the crib.

An Zimo hates the crib with guardrails, but for the sake of big plans, he can only bear it temporarily.

The little rabbit lamp lights up in front of the bed, making the whole children's room more gentle.

When An Xiang was about to close the door and leave, he stopped.

Seeing her not leaving, An Zimo's tone was impatient: "Why?"

An wanted to scratch his face, blinked, and returned to the bed, bending over and dropping a warm kiss on his forehead: "Good night, son."

boom-!

An Zimo's head exploded.

His eyes were shocked, his little hands tugged at the quilt without any response, and all kinds of messy thoughts were madly swirling in his heart.

He was kissed by a criminal suspect who might have eaten human flesh.

He is dirty.

He is a dirty baby anymore.

Maybe there is DNA on the forehead, it's proof that it can't be wiped, check back and catch this vicious woman.

Good night is good night, why kiss him? There must be a conspiracy in it!

An Zimo frantically turned the volume of mind reading to the maximum, and the voice from An Xiang almost deafened his ears.

[I learned it from the TV, I don’t know if it’s right. ]

[Should I kiss you down? ]

[Ok! Continue to improve tomorrow! ]

The heartfelt voice is over, and Ann wants to leave the room.

The little rabbit's light flickered, and the simple smile on the rabbit's face seemed to mock his suspicion.

An Zimo turned over, trying to touch his forehead with his finger, thinking for a while and then put it down. The sleepy brain was clear because of an ordinary goodnight kiss. Can't tell what kind of mood it is, but... the mother will never love him.

She doesn't love him.

He has lived on this belief all the time.

An Zimo closed his eyes.

It's decided, we must tear through her disguise tonight, and let her be revealed! !

**

The hour hand ticked ticking through circle after circle. When the time was fixed at one point, An Zimo lifted the quilt and crawled out of the crib. He did not wear any shoes, and made no sound when he stepped on the ground with his little feet.

An Zimo picked up the pen and paper that An Xiang had left in the room today, and wrote a letter in Morse code. If something unexpected happens, this encrypted letter will be evidence for the police to solve the case.

—He is a genius.

—If he hadn't been smart, he might have died in An Xiang's hands.

An Zimo hid the letter, stood up and opened the door carefully and walked out. The living room was completely dark. He fumbled from the table until the flashlight turned off. The light source was all focused on the door leading to the basement. An Zimo pursed his lips in thought, then took a folding fruit knife from the fruit basket and stuffed it behind his pants.

After getting ready, An Zimo took a deep breath and walked to the door.

He thought it over. Once he found any abnormality, he immediately used the living room landline to call the police. An Xiang absolutely couldn't destroy the crime evidence in a short time.

An Zimo squeezed the flashlight, and slowly and carefully pushed open the closed door in front of him.

He originally thought she might be locked, but he didn't expect it, but her carelessness helped him instead.

An Zimo turned the flashlight's light to the darkest, and stepped on the stairs to the next step after another. This time, he deliberately avoided the broken piece of wood and didn't do the stupid thing of being tripped over.

Successfully walked down the steps, and the coffin was close at hand.

An Zimo tiptoed over, facing the huge coffin and finally realized a problem that was about to be faced.

-Too high.

-He can't climb up at his current body height.

hateful.

If you can't climb up, you won't be able to see what's inside. Don't even talk about collecting evidence at that time, I'm afraid An Xiang will find out and learn about him by the way.

An Zimo gritted his teeth unwillingly, and glanced over and noticed the chair next to him.

He didn't hesitate, put the flashlight on the ground, then moved the chair to the coffin lightly, and climbed up with both hands and feet.

There was a uniform breathing sound from the coffin.

An Zimo stopped breathing.

Sure enough, there were indeed people in the coffin! !