[HP] S·M event book

No.29 Hmm...leave.

Serra remembered coming back from the Christmas break looking fine, not long after they had died, just stiff limbs.The two of them twisted their limbs on the floor of the living room like puppet dolls with broken strings.It took her a lot of trouble to move them to their own room.

She remembers that her mother loves to be beautiful, and she puts on makeup every time she goes out. This behavior often arouses her father's dissatisfaction. The wife's high rate of turning heads makes her beer-bellied husband jealous. At this time, her mother is always proud Yangyang had to tell Saila that the man had to hang like this so that he wouldn't go out and mess around.

So Sierra helped her mother put on some makeup at the end—actually, it was just a little powder and lipstick to brighten up the dead gray face.Looks like it's alive.As for her father, she could only arrange his clothes a little bit. Dad always tried to dress himself up as a gentleman in front of his mother, to show that his beer belly actually had connotations.

But now...

The face with makeup was already covered with maggots, the raised beer belly was already uneven, and the stench permeated the whole room, making Saila's stomach twitch faintly, and the sour liquid rushed to her throat in an instant.

She restrained her retching impulse and walked into the room gently, as if she was afraid of disturbing the two people sleeping soundly on the bed, but the closer she got, the more she could see their appearance.Tremors spread all over her body in an instant, and she couldn't help taking a step back.

The sound of maggots wriggling could almost be heard in the dead room.

Suddenly, as if going crazy, Saila pushed the floor-to-ceiling mirror that was within reach, and the green eyes shattered with the sound of breaking.She panted heavily, letting the foul-smelling air enter her lungs.

——She must remember this taste, and she must remember it clearly for the rest of her life!

Saila bit her lower lip fiercely, and the fishy smell filled the air instantly, which also made her a little more awake.She scanned the room, then quickly walked to the dresser, sweeping everything on it to the floor with a loud clatter.There was also a picture of a family photo sandwiched between the three people separated by broken glass.But Saila didn't even look at it, and continued with her behavior.

She destroyed it wantonly, and then used it to vent wantonly.

But she's calm now, and she's clearly planning everything.

Then, she slowly approached the bedside table, opened the drawer, took out all the jewelry and money inside, and stuffed them casually into the prepared plastic belt.When everything was almost arranged, Saila forced her eyes to turn to the two corpses on the bed.

"...Forgive me." She said tremblingly.

Saila tightly grabbed the tall man's collar and dragged him to the ground—she first discovered that he was so light, and no matter how much strength she used before, she couldn't make him move a step.Then he dragged another petite corpse to the door in the same way.

Some of those wriggling things climbed up her hands as she moved, soft and sticky, and pricked hard on her heart, she slapped them away from the back of her hands in horror, He rubbed vigorously on the wall until his skin tingled a little.

After the arrangement was finally finished, Sierra leaned against the door and rested for a while panting, her emerald green eyes darkened, and the cold sweat made her blond hair messily stick to her cheeks.

Maybe the thief has called the police, and she has to act fast.

The whole room was messed up by her, as if after a fierce fight.

The robber who broke into the house was found, murdered, and destroyed.

Serra wondered if this would fool the police, even temporarily.I hope that the ability of those policemen will not be as miraculous as in the movie.

Thinking of this, Sierra rushed into the grocery room and dragged out a black bucket. When the lid was unscrewed, she could smell the pungent gasoline smell. She wanted to cast a levitating spell with her wand, but this was obviously not a wise move. , so she could only tilt the bucket, drag it slowly, and let the liquid inside pour out.

First their own room, then theirs, and finally the living room.

She left the last bit of gasoline on and let it draw a twisted line on the ground, dragging it all the way to the door.

Sierra stood outside the cold security door, taking one last look at the darkened house—which now looked like an abandoned haunted house.

After a while, she pressed the lighter a few times, squatted down, and the flickering flame lightly touched the edge of the door.

In an instant, tongues of flame engulfed the house, and scorching flames tore apart the icy air.

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The emerald eyes were dyed scarlet by the soaring fire.

She stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

She even wondered if this was a dream, since nothing had changed when she woke up.

But in the end, she still engraved this sharp and dazzling picture in her heart.

Here are all her happy memories.

This is her home.

She has spent nine years here. In my impression, every birthday, my father would buy a lot of things to decorate the house in a fancy way, and then united with his mother to give her surprises one after another. Sometimes they would dress themselves up A big bear, sometimes two turkeys... they would sing and dance for her, so she liked her birthday better than Christmas.

Every day at home, my mother always dresses her beautifully in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, playing with her hair in different ways. If she is not afraid of pain, she would have pierced her ears a long time ago. Dad often blamed her You can't develop a child's smug habit. Such a girl will have a bad temper when she grows up, but he will also be entangled in a bunch of butterflies of different colors which one is suitable for his daughter's look today.

Then the two couples will take themselves for a walk outside deliberately, and when they meet a neighbor, they will push the shy self forward calmly, and will not be satisfied to "encounter" the next neighbor until they give a compliment .After a long time, the people around have clearly understood the purpose of these two people, and occasionally when they are idle, they will wait for them to strike up a conversation at the door.Everyone likes to pinch her face and touch her head. While she is proud, her mother will secretly complain that her hair is messed up again, and the left side of her cheek is a little reddish.

Of course, occasionally some unhappy things happen.

For example, when she was eight years old, she snatched a little girl's music box—she liked it very much, and I heard that the little girl's father brought it back to her when he was on a business trip in Italy.Exquisite and beautiful masked dolls dance on the glass, through which the gears can be seen from the inside, accompanied by pleasant music.Sara wanted it so badly, but it was a one-of-a-kind item, so she wouldn't be happy if Dad brought home all the music boxes from the boutique.During that time, they were noisy almost every day, and my father and mother had headaches and helplessness.

The pampered little princess always thought that everything in the world should be hers. Finally, one day, she couldn't hold back anymore, and when the little girl was showing off again, she snatched the music box and even beat it with her hands. people.

It was the first and only time that Dad was so angry that he hit her. Selah cried to her mother for help, but she actually gave Selah a good reprimand.The music box was finally returned, and they even brought themselves to the door to apologize.

Sai La was sad and wronged, obviously it should be hers - because she likes it, so it is hers.But in the end, she was beaten and scolded... She felt that the end of the world was coming.

But a week later, the end of the world did not come, but Santa Claus came.

The coffee table was full of gift boxes. She was very pleasantly surprised, and opened them one by one with the smiles of her parents. There were more than 20 music boxes, each of which was more delicate and beautiful than the little girl’s—these were specially designed by her father. Flew to Italy to buy it for her.She can't wait to open all the music boxes, and then give Dad a hard kiss-he is the omnipotent Santa Claus.

[The baby princess of our family is only worthy of the unique and the best. 】

The smoke gradually permeated from inside, and she couldn't help coughing a few times, just when she regained her senses and was about to close the door, Sira was startled by a sharp hissing sound.

— Jerry is still in the bathroom!

Saila paced back and forth at the door in panic, finally gritted her teeth, turned on the faucet in the courtyard to wet herself, and rushed in, clutching her nose.

The choking smoke still made Saila cough uncontrollably, her squinted eyes were pierced red, and the redness in her eyes made it difficult for her to see clearly. The high temperature kept licking her skin, which made her extremely uncomfortable.It wasn't until he rushed into his room and opened the bathroom door that he saw the ferret scurrying around on the ground.

Sai La hugged it, not daring to delay for a moment, and rushed out of the house in the same way.

The little guy seemed to be frightened, it shrank back in panic, and slammed into Saila's arms vigorously. Normally, Saila would definitely be moved, but now she didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things. Saila took it madly I was running, afraid that someone would notice the movement and see her when I opened the window.

Until they came to that abandoned little park.

Sierra sat curled up on the slide, her fair little face was blackened, her pajamas were messy and drooping on her body, her golden hair was burnt in uneven layers, the shortest one even reaching her neck - now she looks It was very embarrassing to go up.

"Are you okay?" Sara hooked Jerry's chin, which was well protected by her. Although it looked dirty, at least there was no bald spot.

Little Jerry curled up in her arms motionless, looking terrified, and it took him a while to let out a faint hiss.

"Don't be angry, at least you're still alive, aren't you?" Saila smiled, "I'm your savior."

It looked up at her, didn't move, just shook its ears, as if struggling with something.

Saila raised the corners of her lips lightly, and after a while, that slight smile disappeared, and she muttered to herself, "...it's all gone."

Burned out.

Destroyed by her own hands.

The wet liquid scrambled out of the corners of the eyes, and it couldn't be stopped. After a while, Saila sobbed softly.It was very quiet here, even if she suppressed it deliberately, she could hear her voice clearly, so she gave up and let herself howl hysterically.

Roar, scream.

She vented unscrupulously, every time she took a breath, she squeezed her lungs as hard as she could, and the blood in her body was flowing rapidly, causing an abnormal blush to appear on her pale cheeks.There was sharp pain from the torn vocal cords, and grief filled my heart, which was almost bursting.

She wanted to cut her vocal cords short with scissors so that it wouldn't hurt so much, and she wanted to pierce her heart with a sharp sword so that she could vent more wantonly.

The princess has not grown up yet, but she already has nothing.

"Give it back to me... one day..."

The hoarse voice flowed between the teeth of the lips for a moment, and then disappeared in the air.

The author has something to say: When reading the original work, the most touching thing is that there are no purely good people and no purely bad people.

In the original book, except for cannon fodder, almost everyone is in a gray area.

So I wrote it according to this understanding.

So... Occasionally I will get myself entangled~~ hey~~

The character portrayal is amazing~ the most difficult to grasp la la la la la! ! ! !

Whoa whoa whoa!Flip the table!Smash the keyboard! ! !