The Corrupt Love of the Collapsed Girl

After taking a nap, Du Xiaosheng dragged his heavy body around the bedroom.

This... seems to be Nightmare's room?

Did she let herself run into her room on purpose so she opened the door?

But would Nightmare do this?If you let yourself run into her room on purpose, it's better to catch yourself in the corridor directly, and you don't have to try as hard to open the door as you did just now.

Anyway, Du Xiaosheng always feels that this kind of thing is not the original intention of this nightmare.

Who is helping her?But who would it be?Apart from her and Yan, will there be a third person in the Du family now?

Du Xiaosheng was walking carelessly, when she tripped over something suddenly, she was already very irritable and almost wanted to scold.

She frowned and looked at what had tripped her.

It was a screwdriver, lying quietly next to the door.

Is that the person who let it go?The person who opened the door for her?Did he mean to let her break the lock?

It must be because Yan has the key to his own bedroom.Why does this person help her so much? He is not afraid of being discovered by Yan?

Du Xiaosheng didn't think about it any more, picked up the screwdriver and squatted in front of the door and began to dismantle it.

It can be said that Du Xiaosheng is the best at things like dismantling things. For broken bicycles, computers, etc., after she is usually asked to repair them, none of them can be used normally.

She was laughed at by several classmates because of this before, but now, it has helped her a lot.

Disadvantages will turn into advantages under certain circumstances.

"Okay!" Du Xiaosheng said softly, wiped off the fine beads of sweat on his face, and put the doorknob in his hand on the table.

The next step is to think about how to escape.

Du Xiaosheng looked around and found that Yan's room was clean and tidy, exuding a faint fragrance of roses.She also has very few things, and there are only two or three neatly folded bathrobes and a few maid outfits in the closet, underwear/underwear, underwear/pants, and a sailor suit.

Du Xiaosheng blushed, and quickly put the clothes away.Although it's not good to rummage through other people's things, but the matter has come to this point, she really has no choice.

There are only a few clothes in the closet, nothing else...

Wait a moment.

Du Xiaosheng put his hand on the sailor suit and pressed it.It seems to be a little bulging here, is there something?

She opened the bottom of the sailor suit, and there was a diary and a large plate of her own photos underneath.

Why is there a picture of her here?

There are about fifty photos of her holding a big dish in both hands.

The bottom is the photos of childhood, the top is the photos of grown up and now, neatly organized, each with a small typesetting at the back, and the handwriting gradually becomes beautiful and neat from bottom to top.

The angle of the photo is mostly in a door somewhere in the living room.Some are very blurry, while others are just a single shadow.

The backgrounds of the photographs were either on cloudy days or in dark or bright rooms, none of them were in sunlight.

Du Xiaosheng picked up a photo, which was a photo of her lying on the bed when she had a fever not long ago.

Turning the photo over, there is still a row of beautiful words on the back: don't hurt her, please.

What do you mean?

Isn't the person who wants to hurt himself a nightmare?

She flipped through the other photos and read the words behind the photos.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

...I still love you.

Apart from these three words, Du Xiaosheng basically didn't see any other words.

She arranged the photos and put them aside, then glanced at the diary.The cover of the diary is a trimmed white leather, as if... it still feels new, a little rough.Du Xiaosheng didn't know what kind of material this book cover was made of, but it didn't feel bad, nor was it very good.

Nightmare still has the habit of keeping a diary?She never knew what Yan liked or had any hobbies.

Maybe keeping a diary is her hobby.

Opening the first page of the diary, the yellowed and outdated paper is a little crumpled, but it has been well preserved without any damage.

The ink on it has been spent, but the words written on it can barely be read.The scribbled and neat fonts make up a short diary.

1997. 10, 5

In short, I still hope to think about it, if this is the case.

2000. 3, 19

After returning from the hospital, the family members all had happy smiles on their faces, and there was another member in the family.

2006. 9, 7

What's going on, what's going on, what's going on... Failed again!Why is this happening!This performance is not exciting at all!

2006. 11, 26

I found it!Finally found!Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

At this point, the neat font is gone.The next few pages are doodles drawn by children with immature hands, which are a bit abstract.

A chainsaw painted red with cheap crayons.

A broken green wine bottle.

A large needle filled with green.

Two scalpels painted red.

A group of strange-looking people with three heads and six arms.

A red eyeball stared round and staring at something.

A woman holding a human head.

……

Then flipping through the contents of the diary again, but those neat characters have become crooked, simplified characters of different sizes.

2008. 1, 16

I'm so happy to see you again.

2008. 6, 3

I accidentally fell down today and was helped up by her. The master and madam are very kind people.

2009. 4, 6

I checked the homework for the master, and found that the beginning of the composition of the master is "one day".

……

Afterwards, there were some daily routines, until the last page, the beautiful handwriting exudes a cold and beautiful temperament.

2017. 1, 13

Don't hurt her, please.

Just like what was written on the photo.What exactly does that mean? ! ! !

dong dong dong.

"Master, open the door quickly, it's time for breakfast." The cold voice outside the door was a little strange.

Du Xiaosheng was so frightened that his hands shook, the diary fell to the ground, and a piece of white paper fell out of it.

She hurriedly held the piece of paper in her hand, picked up the diary on the floor and put it back in its original place, and put away the clothes and photos in the closet as quickly as possible.

Bang bang!

"Open! The door!" The voice was tinged with terrible anger again.Hearing this voice, Du Xiaosheng was still terrified.

"Didn't you say you want to be obedient? You're lying to me again!"

Snapped! !The crisp sound of glass breaking.

The strange and sudden silence made Du Xiaosheng feel very heavy.

"Lying is not obedient." The voice laughed through the door that was several centimeters thick.

"I'm sure you won't be able to panic again in the future."

The author has something to say: (The name of the disease is love...)

happy New Year!