The Corrupt Love of the Collapsed Girl

Cha Cha Cha Cha...

Someone outside the door was frantically inserting a key into the lock cylinder and twisting it, but the mahogany bedroom door remained motionless.

By the way, didn't she break the lock?

Du Xiaosheng's heart relaxed a little.She was so lucky to get help in this situation, but the person who helped her knew that tearing things down was her forte, so it must be someone she knew.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Yan screamed frantically.

Cha Cha Cha Cha...

Cha Cha Cha Cha...

The sound stopped abruptly, and it was as if nothing had happened.

The person outside is very dangerous, and Du Xiaosheng is only one door away from her. Finding a safe passage is the main purpose now.

Du Xiaosheng opened the curtains, and the strange scene reflected in her eyes made her tremble all over.

Why... no windows?

The rectangular window is blocked with concrete and red bricks, which is out of tune with the surrounding beige wallpaper, and at first glance, it somewhat destroys the beauty of the wallpaper.

Du Xiaosheng stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently caressed the red brick wall.

It seems that at a certain midnight, Yan crazily builds this isolated red brick wall with concrete and red bricks, building layer by layer, like a madman.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Okay, open the door, just let me take a look at you, just let me take a look, and I'll leave right away." The girl's sobbing was so pitiful that she was as humble as a puppy, almost making Du Xiaosheng mistake her for the original one. Gentle and considerate nightmare.

Du Xiaosheng ignored her, closed the curtains without paying attention, and went to the bathroom to find a way out.

"I've been searching for the owner's favorite things, because the owner likes it, so I like it very much. I know that the owner often uses vanilla-flavored shower gel, and likes to drink matcha-flavored milk tea. When eating bananas, he peels the banana skin into pieces. Four Petals...no one knows Master better than me, it's all because I love Master so much."

Disgusting, yes, stalkers.

"I'm willing to do everything for my master, but I just want to see you now, isn't that okay?"

No!

"I only have the master left, nothing else, nothing! Please open the door, I really want to see the master."

lie!You want to kill me.

Cha Cha Cha Cha... There was another violent and rapid sound of turning the key. "Let me see you, let me see you, I must see you!"

In order to prevent Yan from breaking through the bedroom door, Du Xiaosheng moved the closet to the door little by little, and pushed some furniture that could block the way to the closet.

Listening to the roaring rain outside, Du Xiaosheng's heart also gradually became weak with the sound of rain.

After searching for an exit all day, I was still at a loss.Du Xiaosheng, who hadn't eaten or drenched all day, was sitting in a corner next to hunger, exhaustion suddenly surfaced in front of his eyes.

Her whole world-weary look was a little decadent.

What to do... what to do... is she going to die here...

'Everyone will suffer, no one will be lucky, this is life, you have to remember. '

mother's voice...

Reach out to the front of nothingness.Mom, I miss you so much...

The eyes gradually dimmed until the final darkness, only the skinny hands raised the ax——

His fingertips were bent, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lazily opened his eyes. The scene in front of him was like the colors blurred on a drawing board.

What, I'm not dead yet?Is this still the Du family?

He wanted to stretch out his right hand, but his wrist was restrained by something hard and he couldn't lift it up.

Du Xiaosheng turned his face away, and suddenly met a pair of dark red pupils, and when he opened his eyes, his brain suddenly became clear.

The next movement was to turn over and get out of bed. Because the movement was too big, a red mark was drawn on the right hand.

With a hiss, Du Xiaosheng subconsciously pulled the quilt to remove the thing on her wrist, and the next second, she was shocked.

A pair of silver handcuffs locked Du Xiaosheng and her together!

handcuffs? !Where did she get this thing? !

"Only by doing this, the master will not leave. Now, let's stay together like this, okay?" Yan grabbed Du Xiaosheng's hand, with surprise and excitement on his flushed cheeks, but it was so horrifying in Du Xiaosheng's eyes .

To be with her forever...and never to escape.

She squeezed her palms that were dripping with cold sweat, let go of her tightly clenched lower lip, and said coldly, "No!"

"But if I lose my master, Little Nightmare will become like that again. I don't want to hurt my master! But the person in my body is out of control at all! I'm really worried... I'm really afraid that she will come to hurt me again. Master, I, I..." Said, Yan sat on the bed and sobbed in pain, covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembled slightly, helpless and pitiful.

Du Xiaosheng seemed to understand something.In this way, it is normal for the nightmare in front of her to suddenly become another person because he said something that hurt her. Does this count as... dual personality?

"Then..." Du Xiaosheng sat back in front of her, "You opened the door of your bedroom yesterday? Did you also put the screwdriver next to it?" She stretched out her hand and gently wiped it away with her thumb. The teardrops on that little face.

Yan choked a few times, nodded, and cried like a child, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Xiao Yan doesn't want to do this either, but, but... I will always be taken away by that person, completely uncontrollable." Do something you don't want to do, and even have the intention to kill the master, I'm sorry!" She threw herself into Du Xiaosheng's arms and hugged her tremblingly, as if she was ready to be rejected.

After a long time, a slight temperature came from the top of the head, gently stroking Yan's black hair.

"How could it be your responsibility? There is no need to apologize, because you are not to blame." Du Xiaosheng stretched out his left hand to gently follow her shiny black silk, and a liquid fell into the thick hair.

Yan raised his tearful face from her arms, looked at the smiling but also crying face above, "This time, I won't leave you, I promise."

The author has something to say: Visually, the author's secondary illness is hopeless, please do away with the sickness handed over by the author of this bowl.

Are there any readers with the same condition?