Pig feet are not human series

The moment the curtains were opened, it seemed like an illusion, only countless black figures jumped away, hiding in the darkness, looking at him coldly with those greedy eyes.

This feeling of being watched made him uncomfortable, and he always felt that if the darkness came again, those monsters belonging to the darkness would pounce on him without hesitation and eat him alive.

This kind of thought made him uncomfortable. He squatted down and picked up the soda cans on the ground and other things that fell out of the plastic bags one by one, trying to find a topic while picking them up.

"What's that?" He raised his chin and pointed to the black box not far away. It smelled of paint and was very large. The most important thing was that there were two or three boxes side by side in the corner, because the whole body was painted. Black paint, I can't tell how long it is.

"Is this?" Chang Ming followed his gaze, "This is a coffin."

Fang Huan's hands froze, he paused and pretended nothing happened and continued to pick up the things that fell on the ground.

"The one on the top belongs to grandpa, the one on the left belongs to dad, the one on the right belongs to mother, and the one in the middle is mine." Because his grandma had been buried long ago, there was no grandma.

Chang Ming caressed the coffin with some nostalgia, and said in a soft and soft voice, "They didn't come to pick me up when I was alive, but I will pick them up after I die."

He smiled contentedly, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were slightly sunken, his short hair slanted, revealing his white forehead.

Fang Huan finally picked up all the soda cans on the ground. He was still squatting, feeling cold all over.

all dead!Was killed by him?Or is it a coincidence?

The answer is obvious, and there seems to be only one explanation. No one is so unlucky. If one dies, the whole family dies.

It was obviously the end of winter and early spring, and the weather was not too cold, but Fang Huan felt shivering all over and hardly dared to move.

He tried to find an excuse to escape, "Oh, I remembered, just now my mother called me home for dinner, so I won't stay, I'll go first."

It was not easy for him to muster up the courage to say such a sentence, the reason was so far-fetched, and he knew it was a lie.

But there is no way, he feels that Chang Ming has changed, he is no longer the object he teased when he was a child, he is still the same person, but it gives him a different feeling, the current Chang Ming makes him feel terrible, just like the one on TV. Like a wizard, whoever wants to kill will kill. He bullied him many times when he was a child. Isn't this sent to kill him?

The parents who abandoned him were killed by him, and he who bullied him must not be spared. Fang Huan's steps began to falter.

The strange thing is that Chang Ming didn't stop him, he just stood up quietly and watched him go away silently, until Fang Huan could still feel the hot gaze after walking a long way.

It wasn't until he returned to his home, lying in his bed, watching the bright lights on the ceiling, that he felt that his behavior today was ridiculous.

Obviously nothing happened, but he was the one who panicked, felt the surroundings were horrifying, and frightened himself. Under the exaggeration of that environment, he actually felt that a harmless young man was scary, which was simply too ridiculous.

He even had the illusion that everything that happened just now was made up by his brain, like sometimes when he went to the bathroom, he would feel a chill all over his body, and he couldn't help shivering. It was just behind, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was someone behind, but in fact there was no one behind, just to scare myself.

He thought about it carefully, the inside was quiet when he first entered, it must be because the cats had their eyes closed, and he disturbed them when he came in, they surrounded them curiously, but those eyes... were really not friendly at all.

Fang Huan tried his best to use scientific methods to answer the unscientific questions at the time, although he could not completely convince himself.

Eating is early in the countryside, and dinner starts at four or five o'clock. Fang Huan has no appetite, so he refuses his parents who ask him to eat.

When he just found out that the cat was afraid of thunder and rain, there was a loud rumbling sound outside the window, and it actually thundered.

Fang Huan opened the window and stuck his head out. Not only was it thundering outside, but it was also raining, and it hit him on the head. Only then did he feel a pain in the back of his head. forgotten.

When he remembered, the blood plasma was washed away by the rain, and the blood red flowed down the tip of his hair, which frightened him, and he couldn't see it himself, so he asked his mother to apply some medicine on him, and his mother felt so distressed when she saw the wound .

"Why are you so careless?" She complained while taking the medicine, but she didn't know what she thought of, and suddenly paused, "Did you meet a black cat?"

Fang Huan thought about it, and he did meet a black cat, but he would not say that, "No, it's just bad luck."

Her mother breathed a sigh of relief, and after applying the medicine, she began to clean up the medicine on the table, "Okay, be careful when you sleep at night, don't get it on the pillow, it will be troublesome to wash."

"En." Fang Huan agreed in a low voice, and soon forgot his mother's words, and the potion was all over the place.

By the time he found out, it was already too late, the whole pillow was covered in yellow, and his mother would definitely scold him again tomorrow.

It's just that he is free and has nothing to do, and he doesn't have the heart to tidy up the pillow. Let it continue to be dirty when it is dirty!

Fang Huan lit a cigarette, and continued to search for some things about cats. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost unstoppable. With thunder and lightning, he began to worry about the litter of cats in Changming House for no reason.

With so many cats, can he take care of them alone?

Also, is he afraid of thunder?

I heard that cats are very sensitive to sound. If there is a noise, they will avoid it if they can avoid it. If they cannot avoid it, they will shiver and hide under the bed.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, especially since the thunder and lightning outside almost didn't stop, so in such a dilapidated house, as if he hadn't lived in it for many years, could Chang Ming do it alone?

He suddenly lifted the quilt and put on his shoes, picked up the umbrella hanging on the clothes hanger, opened the window and jumped, because it was the first floor, the window was not high, and the awareness of preventing thieves in the village was low, and the newly repaired window was even broken. There were no anti-theft windows, so he jumped out in one jump.

The ground was very slippery. He was wearing slippers and almost fell several times. After a few minutes, he finally came to the abandoned yard at the entrance of the village. He stopped at the door and walked back and forth.

To be honest, he was a little afraid to go in. The experience during the day was vivid in his memory. He finally ran out at that time, but what does it mean to be sent to the door now?

Fang Huan squatted on the ground, fidgeting to take out his cigarette and lighter. Even though he was holding an umbrella, half of his body was still wet during the walk. It was very uncomfortable, and the lighter couldn't be turned on. Fang Huan was agitated for a while.

He rubbed his hair, upset, and blamed himself for being timid, but in fact there was nothing to be afraid of, it was just a few cats, let's go in, let's go in!

He stood up, put his hand on the door, hesitated and put it down again.

The courtyard was dark and unpopular, not like a place where people lived, but more like a place where ghosts lived. It was in stark contrast to Fang Huan's house. Everyone found it strange that a LCD TV was newly installed in the living room of his house. Several children ran into it. His mother is also happy to watch DVDs at home, because he is an only child, and his mother always says that he will not be cute when he grows up, and always wants to hug other people's children.

Every time a child comes, the candy and melon seeds are brought out to entertain, and a group of children come to play. The only computer at home is often occupied by someone. Fortunately, there is a mobile phone, otherwise it would be troublesome to check the information.

There is no light at all here in Changming, as if no one has lived in it, even the meowing during the day has disappeared, and the place is dead at night.

Is Chang Ming living in such an environment?No wonder he is becoming more and more withdrawn and his behavior is becoming more and more strange. He is likely to suffer from mental illness such as autism.

Fang Huan suddenly feels sorry for him. When he was a child, the person who liked to wear clean clothes, wear a porcelain white face, and sit quietly at the door waiting for someone seemed to have disappeared, but he didn't seem to disappear.

He put his hand on the door again, exerting a little force, and the dilapidated door creaked unbearably.

As soon as the door opened, he was startled. Chang Ming stood behind the door for an unknown amount of time. He was the same as when he was a child, wearing white washed clothes, with a small porcelain white face, and bruises on his neck. His blood vessels were protruding because he was too thin, and his eyes showed an abnormal green light under the light of the flashlight, just like the green light he saw in the room during the day, with a taste of cold blood.

Although it was just a hasty glance, Fang Huan noticed so many details.

He put down the flashlight, a little embarrassed, "I heard that cats are afraid of thunder, and you have so many cats, let me take a look..." Boom!There was a loud noise, and Chang Ming turned into a black shadow and threw himself into his arms. Fang Huan hurriedly caught it, the umbrella fell to the ground, and the flashlight fell into the rain because of an unsteady grip. Fang Huan continued without saying a word, "...does anyone need my help?"

There was an awkward silence, and the two stared at each other.

Boom!There was another loud noise, and the shivering cats hiding around jumped into Fang Huan's arms one after another. Accidentally, many of them hung in his arms, all of them pitiful, with half-wet fur.

Chang Ming hugged his neck tightly, trying not to be squeezed down, and took the first place by the way.

Fang Huan hugged Changming like a princess, but because he was a man with a heavy frame, he kept sliding down, so he needed to mention it from time to time, "It seems that you all need help."

In the dead of night, a small number of people who went to bed early have already fallen asleep, and most of the people continue to wander around because it is still early. The living room of Fang Huan's house is very lively. Everyone is watching a popular variety show, and loud laughter can be heard from time to time. .

He sneaked in against the wall