girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui looked at the corner where Song Han was sitting at that time, it was empty now.

When did Song Han start to pay attention to himself? He was always confused. Now that he thought about it, maybe it was the apple that was still a little bit green.If my little self knew what this person did later, he would never have approached this person.

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were so thick that they were drawn tightly so that no light could come in.The light in the room was dim, and the temperature seemed to be lower than when he first came in. Zhou Hui hurriedly opened the curtains, looked around vigilantly, and carefully tested: "Are you here?"

……

He was the only echo in the empty house, except for the occasional chirping of birds outside the window, the surroundings were as silent as an old tomb, and even the slight click of a photo frame accidentally knocked down could startle people.

Zhou Hui carefully straightened the frame of the photo, and found that it was a family portrait. The young Song parents were holding a white and tender baby, smiling brightly.

Zhou Hui stared at their innocent smiling faces, and then at the ignorant baby in their arms, feeling a little sour.They should never have imagined that a doll they held in their arms would let them die tragically in the middle of the night without anyone noticing one day in the future.And no one can tell who caused all this.

He went up to the second floor and walked straight to the room that he had never dared to go to.

After the death of the old lady of the Song family, no one cleaned Song Nuan's room, and the dust covered every place.

Zhou Hui took out the talisman paper he had brought earlier, and wrote Song Nuan's horoscope on the back. It was the way to ask the middle-aged monk in the temple before. It is said that if he took Song Nuan's room and burned it, he could call her out.He walked to the center of the room, lit the talisman paper, silently recited Song Nuan's name, and stared at the burning yellow talisman paper in his hand with rapid breathing.

The talisman paper was about to burn to the last corner, Zhou Hui's fingers were hurt by the flames, and he threw the burning paper corner to the ground.Then, holding his breath, he carefully observed every movement in the room, waiting for the person he was willing to give everything for.

However, after half an hour, the temperature in the room did not drop suddenly, and the summoner never appeared.

"How did this happen? Could it be that what the monk said didn't work? Or did I miss something? Why didn't Song Nuan show up? Or...she already..."

Zhou Huicai suddenly discovered that Song Nuan's soul hadn't appeared for a long time since he left the convenience store last time.Should it have disappeared?He was in a hurry, like a headless chicken, he hurriedly ran to every corner to search.After confirming that Song Nuan really didn't show up, he took out the second talisman paper and prepared to burn it again.

When he lit the corner of the second talisman, in the bright yellow flame, he suddenly saw a strand of black hair slowly oozing out from the bottom of the bed, like knocked down ink, slowly spreading from a small strand of black hair into a large black hair bed.

The burning talisman floated down from Zhou Hui's hand, and he had no time to take care of it. He just stared blankly at the hair slowly protruding out of the bed, getting longer and longer, until it crawled to his feet, around his ankles, Then wrap it tightly around his calf.

"Xiao Nuan, it's me."

Zhou Hui sat paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. He let the stretching black hair slowly climb up his thighs, waist, neck, and finally his whole body.

The long hair dragged him to the bottom of the bed little by little, and the bottom of the bed was pitch black, like a monster with its mouth wide open, trying to devour him.Zhou Hui supported the floor with his hands, and his nails scratched the ground making harsh scratching sounds.

"Hehe, don't you want to see me? Why don't you come?"

A sneer came from the dark entrance under the bed, mocking Zhou Hui's timidity.

Zhou Hui was very familiar with this voice. He stared at the dark bottom of the bed and called out hesitantly, "Xiao Nuan?"

The other party did not respond, and there was a hissing and dragging sound from under the bed. It seemed that something alive was crawling out from inside. Look under the bed.

The bottom of the pitch-black bed was like a lake without waves, suddenly rippled, a head with black hair slowly emerged from the darkness, the gray face was hidden under the long hair, and the dark blood flowed Hair dripped to the ground.

Obviously he was here to see the other party, and he had seen how terrifying the other party looked, but Zhou Hui couldn't help but be afraid of the scene before him.Panting for breath, he shrank back with his hands on the ground, calling Song Nuan's name as he retreated, lest she bark her teeth and claws like last time and try to strangle his neck again.

When Song Nuan heard Zhou Hui's voice, she lay still under the bed, her long black hair covering her face, so she couldn't see her expression.There was only a cold voice that seemed to be a sigh: "I hate you..."

"Hate me? Xiaonuan, I don't understand what I did wrong." Zhou Hui's eyes widened. This was the second time he heard this sentence from her.

"Didn't you already find my diary?" Song Nuan under the bed sneered, "You must be shocked and in pain, right?"

"you……"

Zhou Hui thought of the resentment in that diary, and of her deception to him. At this moment, he didn't know whether to blame her or the source of the crime.

"Do you want to ask why I agreed to your marriage proposal even though I didn't love you?" Song Nuanman said indifferently.

"Your brother forced you..."

"No!" A voice in the darkness interrupted Zhou Hui viciously, "On the contrary, when I called him to tell him about this, he warned me severely not to have any further relationship with you."

"Then why did you go against his wishes? Is it because of you..."

Is it because you actually love me?

For Song Nuan, Zhou Hui always had unrealistic fantasies, believing that the person he loved with his life was actually sincere to him.

Maybe because everything is irreversible, Song Nuan broke his last illusion: "I just don't want to listen to any of his arrangements. I want to get rid of his control and do everything he doesn't allow!"

In Song Nuan's voice, apart from unwillingness and anger, there was more joy after achieving the goal. He could imagine her happy and satisfied expression, like a little beast fighting for status in a tiger's den, after eliminating other brothers and sisters. Make a mad cry.

After Song Nuan's death, her long-suppressed nature was released instead, and she began to express her desires unscrupulously: "I will never be that younger sister who is at his mercy. I want his status in the family, and I want him to get The love of my parents, I want the person he loves... everything should be mine!"

"Xiao Nuan, how did you become like this?" The voice from the person under the bed was obviously that of that gentle and kind lover, but the words he said were puzzling. Such Song Nuan made Zhou Hui feel strange and scared .

Seemingly surprised by Zhou Hui's trembling voice, Song Nuan choked, and everything around her suddenly became quiet. After a long time, a sigh came out from the darkness: "Ah Hui... I was originally such a person, it was you who made me miss you." It was so beautiful... Do you want to know how my brother died?"

"What?" Zhou Hui asked.

"That night, I agreed to your marriage proposal, and then I called my brother to tell him. As I expected, he went crazy and ran back."

Zhou Hui recalled what Aunt Song Nuan said, that Song Han died in a traffic accident, and said numbly, "It wasn't your fault, no one would have expected his traffic accident."

The drooping head under the bed was still for a while, and then suddenly let out a pleasant smile: "Oh, it's me. I was the one who moved something in his car, in order to make him disappear completely in this world. Fortunately He was in a hurry at the time, and he didn't notice the strangeness of the car, so he could do what I wanted. But, it's so ironic, he didn't disappear, and he was even more unscrupulous than before."

crazy!

Must be crazy!

They are all crazy!

No, maybe, the person hiding in the dark is not Song Nuan, this person just has the same voice as Song Nuan, and knows the things between them, Song Nuan will not be like this.

The black hair on his body gradually faded, but Zhou Hui no longer resisted. He wanted to see who was hiding inside, and he wanted to find out who was pretending to be Song Nuan to make fun of him.

"You're not Xiaonuan, who are you? Why are you pretending to be Song Nuan? Come out!"

There was no movement under the bed, and there was still a strong and unpleasant smell of blood, as if he had just eaten someone's huge mouth. Holding his breath, he slowly crawled under the bed.There was nothing inside, and the more one climbed in, the stronger the smell of blood became.Gradually, the smell of blood became so strong that it made people sick.

Zhou Hui really couldn't stand the bloody smell, turned around to crawl out, but suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing on his face, he looked up, and Song Nuan was staring at him with a pair of pupilless eyes.

With an "ah", he subconsciously backed away, but the hair on Song Nuan's head seemed to be alive, and quickly floated over and wrapped around his body, wrapping him tightly, and then dragged him into the dark.

Song Nuan entangled Zhou Hui with a ferocious face, and said bitter words: "I hate you. Without you, my brother's attention would not be on others, my childhood would not be so miserable, and I would not be affected by my brother. You will not kill your own brother, let alone lose all your relatives. You are the root of all evil!"

Zhou Hui really wanted to say something, but the shackles around his neck became tighter and tighter.While struggling, Song Nuan suddenly let out a shrill scream and rolled in pain in the small space under the bed. Zhou Hui took the opportunity to break free from the entanglement of black hair and crawled out of the bed.

When he stuck his head out of the edge of the bed, Song Nuan's screams behind him suddenly disappeared, and there was a deathly silence all around. He subconsciously glanced back and found that the inside was empty.

He crawled out of the bed, but smelled a strange and cool fragrance.

The room in front of me has changed its appearance, its layout and furnishings have all changed, and a ray of sunlight is pouring in from the window.