Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

He Zhi felt that cold gaze again.

She was worried today, so she went back to her room to sleep without eating much dinner. At this moment, she felt that she was sweating all over, trapped in an uneasy nightmare, but she couldn't open her eyes.

Is it her...? That woman came to see her again.

He Zhi kicked the quilt and felt like she had kicked something cold and slippery.

Her chest felt stuffy and she couldn't breathe. After trying several times, she gasped in pain.

There was a strange sound coming from the balcony.

She was suddenly awakened from her dream as if she had heard a riddle to break a curse.

Nothing happened. With the help of the night light, she looked at her room. The balcony and mattress were all clean and there was nothing strange.

She pursed her lips and kicked Wu Feishui, who was sleeping on the floor under the bed: "Did you hear any noise?"

Wu Feishui was sleeping very soundly, and even after He Zhi kicked him two or three times in displeasure, he did not wake up.

He Zhi sat on the bed for a while and felt like she had to pee. She had been feeling cold or warm for the past few days, and sometimes she didn't feel any pain when she bumped into something. She also hadn't felt hungry or had to go to the bathroom for a long time.

So she stepped softly on the ground, step by step, and walked into the bathroom.

Tick, tick. The faucet seemed to be loose. Wu Feishui was really an idiot who couldn't do anything right.

He Zhi was a little dissatisfied. She groped along the wall and turned on the light.

——The naked woman stood straight in the bathtub, with water marks on her body just like the day she was fished out of the river.

Her cold eyes shone through her wet and messy hair as she stared straight at He Zhi.

He Zhi staggered back two steps, her face seeming even paler than the corpse in front of her.

She wanted to scream, but the extreme fear made her only make a "gurgling" sound in her throat.

This scene was so familiar. After the woman died, she dreamed every night that she came to find her, in her room, in the studio she often visited, and on the podium.

In fact, there is no need to be so scared. This woman is an orphan and she only has a poor boyfriend. He Fei gave him a high price compensation not long ago. This terrible thing should have been settled long ago, just like many previous accidents.

——But He Fei refused to return the woman’s body. He froze the bitch in the freezer as if he was possessed by a demon.

This was the source of her nightmare. Every day she dreamed that the woman would crawl out of the freezer, strangle her neck with her stiff, iron-blue hands and ask her - why did you steal my paintings?

This shouldn't be the case! He Zhi was deeply confused - I just took your painting! I didn't kill you! Why? Why did you come to me first!

Bitch! You only bully those who are weaker than you!

This was really a nightmare that annoyed her. He Zhi thought wearily - when could she finally get rid of this woman?

If this was a dream...it wouldn't matter if she let her die again, then they could both be free.

He Zhi sneered lightly, staggered forward, and stretched out her hand to strangle the woman's neck.

He Anyi stared at her calmly for a few seconds, grabbed her hair, and dragged her to the bathroom mirror while the woman struggled in fear.

"Why have you lost so much weight...is it because of your guilty conscience?" He Anyi asked softly in a hoarse voice.

Without waiting for He Zhi, who had a resentful look in her eyes, to say anything, she just smiled and said, "No, a thing like you, how can you have a conscience?"

She gently lifted up the pajamas that He Zhi had not taken off all day. Under the clothes, He Zhi's flesh had long disappeared. The bright red internal organs wrapped in the ribs were shrinking and expanding weakly, but no blood was flowing out of the wound, which made the scene in front of her particularly absurd.

"It's nothing to have no conscience." He Anyi excitedly stared at He Zhi, who was about to faint in the mirror, and gently comforted her, "Just wait, soon, your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys will all be gone."

In the last second before falling into darkness, He Zhi was still thinking - this was truly the most terrifying nightmare of all her dreams.

……

"This is a nightmare."

Zhang Chunliang sighed softly.

After eating the fruit, he fell contentedly on the bed and took a nap, but was awakened by a burst of shrill laughter.

“Hehe…hehe…”

When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find that his entire room - including the ceiling and the hard bed he was sleeping on - was covered with dense bloody hand prints.

He sniffed it gently and found a strong, pungent fishy smell with a hint of rust; it was real blood.

While he was still in a daze, a strange laugh suddenly came from under the bed.

He was very familiar with this scene. Zhang Chunliang prepared himself mentally and bent down.

At this glance, he and the owner's fat and gloomy eldest son Yan Bao met eyes.

The boy's face was bloodshot, and his exposed teeth were covered with minced meat. After his eyes met Zhang Chunliang's, his unpleasant three-white eyes suddenly bent up, and the fat under his neck twitched violently. His expression was like the mask of a smiling ghost, gloomy and happy.

This scene is really scary.

Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath and calmly grasped the broom beside him.

Before the boy could stop laughing, he was poked out from under the bed by a broomstick.

This might be the first time in his life that he had been treated like this. He almost stood there in a daze, like a sticky and ugly sculpture.

Soon, he twisted his neck stiffly towards Zhang Chunliang, and then burst into earth-shaking tears.

Zhang Chunliang looked at the scene in horror - on the floor covered with bloody handprints, an ugly boy with blood all over his body was rolling and crying in a dark and twisted manner, as if asking for help - not long after, the sound of rapid tapping of high heels came from outside the house from far away.

There was a knock on the door. The hostess, Xiao Rui, stood outside the door, her face twisted and twitching, her eyes gloomy, her mouth trembling, she suppressed her anger and asked him word by word: "What did you do to my Bao'er?"

You should ask your Baoer what he did to me, Zhang Chunliang complained silently, turning sideways to let the mother who was eager to save her son see the damage her son had done in his room.

But she never expected that after Xiao Rui glanced around the room, she looked at Zhang Chunliang with an even more vicious look: "He likes you so much, and you actually, you actually want to hurt him!"

Zhang Chunliang was stunned for a moment. He seemed to hear the woman making an uncontrollable "hissing" sound while she was talking, just like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which made people feel creepy.

"Mommy, hug me, woooo...Mommy... hug me..." The fat boy squirmed his body and crawled towards his mother with blood all over his body.

Suddenly, Xiao Rui's eyes became distressed and loving: "Don't cry, don't cry, mom will punish the bad guys..." Xiao Rui glanced at Zhang Chunliang coldly, "Baoer... go back to the room with mom to eat meat and sleep, okay?"

Yan Bao's face was covered with snot and tears, and he was almost convulsing from crying. He squeezed one of his little eyes open, trying to see Zhang Chunliang's guilty expression - but he discovered that when he saw him rubbing his snot and tears on his mother's shoulders, he looked extremely disgusted and even took two steps back.

He suddenly cried even louder.