Penitent hand, trembling slightly

Thick dark clouds pressed down, and the whole world turned gray.The strong wind blew all the willow branches by the roadside in one direction, making them a Shamat shape.

The corridor was pitch black, and the voice-activated lights rang in response to the sound, and the filaments flickered "stinging and stinging" as they let out a final groan.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the narrow corridor, making Shen Maomao feel inexplicably nervous.

Shen's mother opened the door, but this time no black umbrella fell out of the door.

The room is very dark, and you can hardly see your fingers. You can only see the situation at the door through the weak voice-activated lights in the corridor.

She stretched her arms to turn on the light, while Shen Maomao lowered her head to untie her shoelaces.

With a sound of "啪——", the light in the living room was turned on, dispelling all the darkness, and also illuminating Father Shen on the sofa.

Shen Maomao shuddered and grabbed Mother Shen's leg.

No wonder the umbrella didn't appear, it turned out that Father Shen held it in his hand and propped it on his shoulder.

Shen's mother's face darkened, and she patted her head: "Don't be afraid, Dad has changed."

Shen Maomao calmed down a little, but still didn't dare to stay too far away from Mother Shen, and followed her like a little follower.

Shen's mother didn't think she was in the way, and took her to cook in the kitchen. Both mother and daughter were covered in the smell of oily smoke.

It was a supper as silent as breakfast.

Under the gaze of Shen's father's red eyes, the two ate their own food with relish.

After dinner, Shen Maomao wrote his homework for a while, then changed into his pajamas at the urging of Shen's mother, and prepared to go to bed.

Before she walked back to her room, Shen's mother stopped her: "Maomao, can you give Mom and Dad a goodnight kiss?"

Shen Maomao froze, twisted his neck back inch by inch, and looked at Father Shen who turned his head around at some point.

Father Shen's corpse grinned, revealing the same triangular teeth as the weird man last night.

Shen's mother stood beside him, showing an expectant look.

Shen Maomao's heart was beating wildly. She swallowed, moistened her dry throat, and said, "No, I just want to kiss my mother good night. I haven't forgiven my father yet!" After finishing speaking, she stopped looking at the sofa The man on the table stared straight at Shen's mother.

I have become an existence far surpassing my father in my daughter's mind, so why does Shen's mother disagree?

So she squatted in front of Shen Maomao, waiting for her daughter's good night kiss.

Shen Maomao had made enough mental preparations before she approached her face slightly, and the sound of "mua" left a wet mark on it.

Shen's mother gently pushed her: "Go to sleep."

As if Shen Maomao was granted amnesty, he locked the door as soon as he entered the room.

Since Mama Shen woke up, it has become more and more icy. If she hadn't left so quickly just now, her lips might have been frozen by now.

Leaning her back against the door panel, she unconsciously extended her right hand to her lips, but her hand felt warm, not at all cool.

……

It was getting late, Shen Maomao looked out the window, most of the residents in the nearby buildings had turned off their lights, only occasionally one or two were still on.

In this era, the Internet is not popularized enough, and computers are all big-ass desktop computers, and few people use them.The mobile phone has already been put into production, but only the old-fashioned mobile phone with a green screen and no entertainment software.

One of people's daily entertainment methods is watching TV, the other is reading newspapers, and some old men even listen to operas on the radio.

In such an era when entertainment methods are scarce, people are used to going to bed early and waking up early. Usually at this point, Shen Maomao has already slept like a dead pig, but today she is not in the mood.

Lou Jingmo is going to explore the school tonight, will she be in danger?Are you afraid of being alone?Will there not be enough time?

Thinking about it, she wished she could grow a pair of wings and fly to her side to help.

But her house is on the top floor, so it is definitely not acceptable to go through the window. If she goes through the door, Mother Shen will not rest assured that her daughter will go out alone at night.

Shen Maomao stared out the window blankly, thinking in his heart about the possibility of using a bed sheet to go down the stairs.

She has never climbed rocks, nor has she learned professional rope knotting methods. If she jumps from the window and jumps rashly, it is very likely that she will fall from the top floor and die directly.

It's also a bit too shameful to waste a life because of this situation.When Lou Jingmo asked her how she died, she said that she wanted to climb down from the window to find her... She would definitely laugh at her to death...

Thinking about it this way, Shen Maomao immediately ruled out this method.

She got off the bed lightly, opened the door carefully, and looked out.

A ray of light dispelled the darkness outside, and through the crack of the door, Shen Maomao looked at a pair of venomous eyes that were close at hand.

At that moment, Shen Maomao was so frightened that he almost jumped into the sky.Fortunately, her brain realized the danger one step ahead of her, and she closed the door of her room almost reflexively, and the door panel and door frame made a loud "bang".

Mama Shen's sleepy voice came from the master bedroom immediately: "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Maomao leaned against the door panel and shouted loudly: "Mom! I want to drink water, but Dad blocks the door and won't let me go!"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, accompanied by a heart-pounding knock on the door, and then Mama Shen's voice that reassured her a little: "Maomao, come out and see, Dad hasn't moved. "

Shen Maomao tentatively opened the door, and the warm yellow light shone in. Mother Shen stood at the door with a glass of water in her hand, looking at her with a smile.

And Shen's father was sitting on the sofa in the original posture, as if he had never moved.

Shen Maomao believed in his ghost.

Shen's mother handed her the water glass: "Hey, drink some water, and sleep with mother if you are afraid."

How can you stay home if you sleep together?

Shen Maomao took two sips meaningfully, and then refused: "No, I'm already an older child, I can't sleep with my mother."

Shen's mother smiled and patted her head: "Okay, Maomao sleeps by himself, if you are still afraid, call your mother, no matter where your mother is, she will rush out to protect you."

Shen Maomao was a little moved, put his arms around her neck, and rubbed her cold neck with his little face: "I know mom."

Shen's mother returned to the house with a water glass, the light in the living room was turned off, Shen's father twisted his neck and looked at her with gritted teeth.

Shen Maomao closed the door expressionlessly.

It seems that going this way from the gate is not going to work.

But she was still very worried about Lou Jingmo, and wanted to personally participate in the process of finding the exit...

She looked at her curtains and the sheets on the bed, tried to feel the strength of her arms, gritted her teeth and decided to take a risk.

After the decision is made, there is nothing to worry about. This body is her shrunken body. Although she is not strong, she still has the skills she should have. This is the bottom line for her to dare to do this.

She took out her pencil-sharpening knife, and began her long and tedious work.

The tough curtains were torn into cloth strips, and then she wove them together several strands, with knots tied one after another at the joints.

After preparing everything, she tied the rope to the head of the bed, pulled the rope back with all her strength, and confirmed the safety of the rope.

Then she gently opened the window, and the cold wind blown her face all over in an instant.

Shen Maomao silently added a coat to himself.

Finally she wrapped the other end of the rope around her waist and climbed down the window.

Of course it is not jumping from the top floor to the first floor all at once. There is a very long drainage pipe on the wall of this building. This pipe is less than [-] centimeters away from her window, and there is a small piece of connection protruding outward in the middle. She can easily step on it, and then hold the water pipe down...

I don't know if there was a game program secretly helping her, but at first she descended very smoothly, all the way down to the fourth floor.

A gust of wind roared past, like a giant man-eating beast that would not stop until it knocked her down.The rope around Shen Maomao's waist kept shaking, and she slapped the stairs "slapping". She lay on the water pipe like a gecko, and stopped by the window on the third floor, not daring to make any other movements for the time being.

The lights of the house on the third floor were still on, and everything inside could be easily seen from the outside.

Shen Maomao stared at a point in the room with both eyes, and eighteen postures in which he fell to death emerged in his mind.

Thinking about it, she suddenly found that there seemed to be a small bright red mark in front of her eyes...

She stepped on the window sill on the third floor, leaned on the wall with one hand, rubbed her eyes with the other hand, and looked carefully into the window...

She read it right, the windows on the third floor were splashed with blood spots, like red flowers blooming wantonly...

There was a woman in the room. She held an umbrella in one hand and a sharp knife in the other. She stabbed into a man's body one by one. The blood sprayed on the electric light, and the electric light cast a red halo, which looked extraordinarily blurred. .

A sharp cry of a child came into Shen Maomao's ears from inside, and the man who had been stabbed several times ran towards the window with a little strength, blood was also sprayed on the glass, and Shen Maomao was cut off instantly. Mao's line of sight.

This scene was so bloody that Shen Maomao almost fell directly from upstairs.

Two blurred figures flashed behind the red glass. The man's shrill and terrified scream, the child's cry and the wind outside the window combined together, like a manic symphony, deafening.

After a while, the man's voice became extremely weak, and finally it was completely dead. The next thing that sounded was a little boy's begging for mercy——

"Mom, I was wrong..."

"Sorry……"

"Mom, don't kill me..."

"mom!"

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

One sentence at a time, extremely sad.

But even so, it didn't stop the mother from swinging the sharp knife. She raised the knife cleanly, and a round object fell from the neck of the little boy Shadow and rolled twice on the ground.

Shen Maomao even thought he heard the sound of the head rolling.

The little boy could no longer speak.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I wanted to save the manuscript, but I clicked on publish, I'm a good cook