Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

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On the off-white lace bed, the blond doll held a black video tape, stood up, walked to the foot of the bed with a deep kick, and then jumped down with a "boo".

The players were surprised by its neat movements, followed it to look away, and saw the doll walking towards the TV with the video tape held high.

As soon as Tang An clapped his hands, he suddenly understood what was coming, and lowered his voice: "I just said, there is an old-fashioned video tape player in this room, and I wonder why I didn't see the video tape."

Everyone nodded and continued to pay attention to the doll's actions.

At this time, the doll had already walked under the TV, skillfully put the video tape into the player, then turned on the TV, and sat aside to watch it.

Seeing this, the players also followed themselves to find a place to sit down, and some of them sat cross-legged on the ground casually, resting their cheeks on their hands and staring intently at the images that had begun to flash on the TV.

Xu Zhaohe, Tang An and the others sat on the bed, still doubtful about the sudden appearance of the video tape, entwined with black air, it looked like an ominous omen no matter how you looked at it.

But in order to obtain further clues, they just sat down and watched the video, taking a step at a time.

The screen was shaking at first, as if it was being recorded by someone, in this room.

Sitting on the bed was a dark-haired little girl from her childhood, laughing at the video recorder, and today was her third birthday, and she got a present—a golden doll.

At that time, the hostess and hostess were still there, and they sat together happily, cutting cakes and blowing candles with the little girl.

"Do you love Papa or Mama the most?"

A question that many parents love to ask immediately made the gamers present couldn't help but smile, and then the little girl's childish voice shouted: "Mom!"

"Then don't you love Dad?"

"I love ducks too, but I love my mother the most!"

"Ah, Dad is jealous!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha--"

……

At that time, the picture was full of laughter, and they accompanied each other happily until the little girl was seven years old.

At the age of seven, an age that still half understood everything, the little girl was diagnosed with leukemia.

Illness, the blow to an originally happy family is often unimaginable.

However, fate did not take pity on them because of this. Just when the hostess was most helpless, the hostess was exposed to cheating. It had been a year and he had an illegitimate child.

The subject was a foreign woman with brilliant blond hair and gray eyes.

The ensuing bad luck was about to crush the gentle hostess, but for her daughter, she gritted her teeth and divorced, and took up the broken home, trying to keep the last bit of warmth.

The male master finally left the house and left the factory to the female master.

In the days to come, the factory and the hospital will be on the two-point line. As long as her daughter is still there, as long as she can smile at her, call her mother, and say she likes mother the most, the hostess feels that she can continue to persevere. , For her daughter, she must persevere.

It's just that luck seems unwilling to come to them. No matter how hard they struggle, no matter how hard the poor child endures the torment of illness and unimaginable pain, he can only hug his favorite doll weakly every day and night, and then , suddenly ended all this in a cruel way.

The little girl struggled for three years, and finally died in a romantic season of cherry blossoms.

It was all over, and the hostess shed tears all day long, holding the doll that her daughter loved the most during her lifetime, and she cried in her hands.

The powerlessness and pain of a mother deeply infected everyone present.

They watched the video quietly, even if it was just a memory stored in the doll, every drop of pain was not reduced in the slightest, and every bit of pain was conveyed so clearly.

All "mothers" love their children deeply.

They may not be perfect, they may be mischievous or mischievous, or they may have shortcomings of one kind or another.

But they are all their unique children and will not be replaced by anyone or anything.

Every kind child is a little sun.

And the mother is a white cloud surrounded by the sun, a ray of breeze, and a gentle fragrance that is warmed by the sun and stretched.

But in this world, not every child will be with their mother, and not every child has a "mother".

Not long after, the hostess died unexpectedly while on a business trip, and her lover fled overnight with huge compensation, leaving behind a three-year-old mixed-race boy who was sent to the police station.

Since the male host and his lover did not confirm the marriage relationship afterwards, and there were no other blood relatives alive, only a lonely ex-wife, and several people still had intricate relationships, they had to temporarily send the little boy to an orphanage, waiting to find his biological mother.

At that time, in the eyes of sensitive children, the strange hair color and eye color were symbols of aliens. The boy was excluded and bullied there, and when his biological mother was found to pick him up, he was already emaciated.

But do you think this is relief?

No, it's not.

The woman regarded him as a fool, and beat and scolded him, and later had an accident in a wine dispute, leaving the boy alone again.

At that time, he was taciturn, with scars all over his body, and he was tortured to the point where he was almost out of shape within a year.

The policewoman who was softer in her heart burst into tears when she saw him again, and then, there was a dramatic scene.

Because the boy had met the gentle hostess before, after she came to the police station for something, he suddenly broke free from the policewoman who was holding him, staggered and ran over, and stood about three steps away from her. place, just looking at her with teary eyes.

Helpless, painful, hopeful, pure eyes.

Even with scars all over his body, even with blond hair and gray eyes, he is still an angel, a little sun without the protection of white clouds, trying to radiate light and heat.

Tears flowed down unexpectedly, she thought, if her daughter was treated like this, she would wish to die with all those who hurt her!

There is no denying that she is a mother, even after she has lost her own child.

Afterwards, things went smoothly, she took the little boy back and gave him a new name——Xiaochen.

It is irrefutable that the time with "mother" is the happiest time in Xiaochen's life.

But he is still afraid, every night when he wakes up from the dream, he will be afraid that this is actually a dream, when he opens his eyes, he is still curled up in the orphanage, or lying on the cold ground, facing the beating and scolding of that crazy woman .

He knew who he was, something that shouldn't be there, a symbol of shame.

His blond hair, his gray eyes, are so different from his mother.

He is not her child, he is a shameful thief, all the tenderness and care are stolen from him.

Mom was good to him, would put him to sleep, sing lullabies, and take him on a merry-go-round ride, but she would often hold the blonde doll and cry, dejected by a photo.

Gradually, he began to imagine that if he also had long black hair and a pair of black eyes and became like his sister, would his mother like him more?

He started making dolls, of which he had many at home, experimenting with dyeing his blonde hair black and making his blue eyes black.

He failed often, so he had all kinds of dolls, but in the end he made five of the most perfect and beautiful dolls.

They have black hair as smooth as a waterfall of ink, and eyes as deep and beautiful as the night.

This is what he looks like, he hopes.

He finally changed himself, but his mother was sick.

Very, very sick.

……

The housekeeper is a distant relative of the hostess, and she trusts him very much. In the last time, she made a will, leaving all the inheritance to Xiaochen, and wrote a letter.

"I hope you can give this letter to him when he grows up."

The butler took it with a smile, but turned around and tore the letter to pieces.

In order to obtain the mistress' inheritance and factory, he joined forces with his partners to kill her completely, tampered with the will, and killed Xiaochen to prevent future troubles.

So until the end, Xiaochen didn't know her mother's good intentions. Instead, with resentment and grievance, she became a ghost, killed those who betrayed them, and turned this villa into a gray abyss.

The picture finally stays in a sea of ​​blood. The lonely ghost does not want to leave, so he pretends that nothing happened, and returns the villa to its original appearance, always, forever, forever waiting.

If mom came back and saw the black hair style he secretly tried at night, would she like it?

He hasn't shown his mother yet, he can also be her daughter, and he will always be with her as long as she comes back.

……

The story ends.

When the screen ended, the players burst into tears.

Everyone has loved ones in their hearts, memories that they dare not touch, and beggings that cannot be obtained.

If this is the story of the villa, in addition to pure evil, there is also pure love and pleading wishes.

Different from the images of countless vicious ghosts before, the dolls and Xiaochen are the victims. Even if they later turned into ghosts, they still couldn't reprimand them.

For a while, the sound of sniffling and wiping tears came and went.

Xu Zhaohe lowered his eyes and was the first to come back to his senses.

No, that's not right, it's not over yet, the dungeon hasn't prompted to clear the level yet!

Isn't this the secret of the villa?

He raised his eyes and stared at the paused picture on the TV, or, what did they miss?

"Brother Xu," Tang An sighed, and said next to him, "I didn't expect this villa to have such a story, and I suddenly felt that it wasn't very weird."

"Oh, it's this video," he sighed again, "It reminds me of a very classic horror movie. A female ghost crawled out of the video tape that was played backwards or something, damn it."

As if he knew that he was a bit of a spoiler, Tang An lowered his head and wiped his face, but he didn't notice Xu Zhaohe's sudden deep eyes when he just finished speaking.

At the same time, there was a "da" sound from the player.

The recording starts to play in reverse automatically.

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