Attack him as paranoid

"Second young master, it's late at night and it's raining heavily, so don't go out."

"No, Xiaobai is gone. It's raining so much outside. It's too weak. If you don't find it, you will die."

who?There was a conversation between a man and a woman in his ear, the content of the conversation was very familiar, as if...he had experienced it before...

"Second Young Master! My God, call someone quickly!"

"Bring the young master back quickly, and forget about that little bastard!"

"Now that the young master finds out, we are all doomed!"

There was the sound of rain in his ears, pattering, and a little bit of coolness came from his cheeks. A little rain splashed on his face, and when he raised his hand to touch it, he saw dark red blood in his eyes.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him began to collapse, and those who couldn't see clearly began to distort. The rabbit was in a pool of blood. Its fleshy body was divided into two parts. Falling down, in this collapsing dreamland, the servants' screams and terrified cries for help still echoed.

My ankle was suddenly caught by something, and when I looked down, I saw a man with half of his head missing, pulling his foot and shouting for help.After a while, those distorted and twitching people rushed towards him, everyone shouted at him to save me, Second Young Master, save me...

save us...

What can I do to save you?

His chest was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't scream even if he wanted to. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even breathe.Shang Zinan opened his eyes suddenly, there was nothing in front of him, the scene in his dream was lingering, and there was always something pulling him.Helplessness, fear, and panic made his emotions tense into a string.

hiss----

Taking a deep breath, Shang Zinan stared wide-eyed at the thing on the window sill --- the rabbit.

That rabbit... the one my elder brother planned to kill and feed him today, wasn't the little white in the dream.After waiting for a long time, he finally had the courage to throw off the quilt and get out of bed and walk to the window. A few rabbit furs had faintly fallen from the window sill, and the color was not as white as before in the dark night.

Shang Zinan picked up the rabbit, put one hand under the rabbit's buttocks, and gently ran the other hand along the rabbit's fur. His movements paused for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he looked at the rabbit again, still so docile, with red eyes like onyx , Suddenly remembered the torn rabbit in the dream, he thought he would never be able to look at the rabbit properly again.

The author has something to say: In fact, the article you are reading now is written by a world-weary author, and it is inevitable that there will be some emotional catharsis and bloody perversion.