Nightmare GL

Mulberry stood there motionless.The trembling spread from her scalp, and her heart rushed to her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The female voice on the phone continued to speak on its own, "Why don't you speak?"

Mulberry trembled her lips, and she didn't know if her voice could be recorded on the phone, "Are you... still alive?"

"What are you talking about?" Ding Ting seemed to be laughing.

"Of course I'm alive."

"If you're really curious about this question, why don't you just turn and look at me?"

Turning your head, what kind of scene should you face?

Only the sound of her exhaling alone could be heard in the office.

Mulberry is doing psychological construction for herself over and over again.If the call can come through, Ding Ting should be alive.But why doesn't she come to work?

She turned her head slowly, slowly.There was a layer of fog on the glass by the window, and there was no one behind him.Mulberry breathed a sigh of relief.The fine water droplets form a fog that covers the entire window, so that the outside scene cannot be seen.

Mulberry stopped breathing halfway out of breath.

She doesn't have the air conditioner on at all...

So how could such a large fog surface be formed on the window?

At this time, Mulberry seemed to be attracted by something, and she reached out uncontrollably to wipe the fog on the window.Wet. Drops of water slipped from the wrist into the clothes, once, twice, three times... Ding Ting's bloody face was suddenly printed on the clean glass, and the maggot-filled face Face.

Goosebumps spread from all over the body, the hairs on his body stood up one by one, and his body subconsciously wanted to escape, but Mulberry forgot about his sprained ankle.She sat down on the ground in embarrassment, her soft palm was scratched by the ground, but she still struggled to climb back.

Ashes filled the wound, but the fear was greater than the pain, and the mulberry surface was earthy.

The huge face only appeared for a moment and then disappeared. When Mulberry realized it, the wound on her ankle seemed to hurt even more.She wiped the dust off her palms with her fingers, and stood up while supporting the desk.

She really fell on all fours.My butt hurts, my hands hurt, and my feet hurt too.

Mulberry looked around nervously.Seeing this, everything around him became weird.

There was no mist on the windows at all, and the air conditioner didn't seem to have been turned on.The cold touch on the palm reminded me over and over again that I was not dreaming.

why?

Could it be that I was too nervous and hallucinated?

"Look out the window," said the voice on the phone.

Snowflakes were falling profusely outside the window, and Ding Ting was standing at the iron gate, staring at her intently.This position happened to be able to see the back of her office.Mulberry was frightened into a cold sweat.

It's winter, but Ding Ting is wearing a summer white gauze dress.She stood barefoot on the snow, and she didn't know how long she had stood here.With her long, jet-black hair falling over her shoulders, she seemed to blend in with the snow-white world.

Mulberry could no longer see the man on Ding Ting's body, and Ding Ting's voice was no longer heard on the phone.

The phone was hung up, and Mulberry was still standing by the window.She saw the bright and weird smile on the girl's face.Then, Ding Ting stretched out her other hand behind her back.

The cold sharp blade gleamed, and Ding Ting tilted her head to look at her.Then slowly put the knife on his face.Mulberry covered her mouth in horror, tears filled her eyes at some point, she shook her head desperately.

Do not!don't want!

The girl didn't hesitate.The blade was not warm, and the silver tip pierced Ding Ting's face, and the blood overflowed the white clothes.Ding Ting's face was slashed bloody by herself, but she poked her face crazily as if she was unconscious.

Mulberry was terrified, her whole body was weak, and she could only lean against the wall and cry silently.

After being in a trance for a while, Sangshen finally seemed to wake up.She crawled and grabbed the landline on the table.

Just as the call to the police was dialed, Ding Ting's figure outside the window disappeared again.There was nothing outside, the phone was connected, and Mulberry held up the phone in a daze.

"Hello, this is 110, how can I help you?"

"No, it's nothing. It's a wrong number." Mulberry hung up the phone.

The tears in the eyes fell on the keyboard to clean up a stain, and Mulberry wiped her eyes choked with sobs.

Is it an illusion again?

She looked by the window for a long time, and finally left a message for Liu Wei before limping away again.

......

The white snow could not cover the red, and Ding Ting fell from the slope of the iron gate.The high walls blocked the mottled blood, and the warm blood melted the white snow to form blood paths.

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When she was about to walk home, Sangshen readjusted her expression.She patted her face and twitched the corners of her mouth.At least they can't let their parents see that she just cried.

"I am back."

Mulberry's voice is a little hoarse.Sang's mother couldn't hear clearly in the kitchen, so she responded, "Your dad may have fallen asleep in the room, go and wake him up and serve me food."

The rice bowl was already set on the table, and Mulberry took off the scarf and hat around her neck one by one.In the room, Huadan on the TV was still babbling and singing, and Sangfu's sound asleep sounded again and again.Sangshen turned off the TV carefully, and Sang's father opened his eyes at once.

"Why turn off the TV, I'm listening."

"Are you back?"

"En. Mulberry nodded, "Mom called you to serve the dishes. "

"It's time to eat?"

"kindness."

Father Sang sat up from the chair, he seemed to have discovered something suddenly, "Wait a minute."

"What happened to your foot?"

Father Sang stared at his daughter's limping posture and frowned.

"Falled. Twisted my foot."

"Why are you so careless." Father Sang's eyes were filled with reproach. "Why don't you call and ask Dad to pick you up?"

"It's not far away. So I walked back by myself."

Father Sang still frowned, and he sighed, "Dad will bring you some medicinal wine, and ask your mother to rub it for you after dinner."

"it is good."

Mulberry walked out of the room lightly, and took some firewood outside the house and threw it into the stove.Now the family of three sat neatly at the dining table.

Sang's mother grabbed the fish tail and sent it to Mulberry's bowl immediately, "Come, fish tail."

"Thank you, Mom." Sangshen smiled.

She doesn't really have much appetite, but if she doesn't eat, her mother will definitely say something about her.Whether it is fish or rice in the mouth, mulberry feels like chewing wax.The previous picture was so realistic and scary, she really didn't think it was an illusion.

Could it be that Ding Ting is actually dead.Is that just the tragedy before she died?

Mulberry was a little restless.

After the three of them ate for a while, Mother Sang said again, "By the way, good girl. Which friend's house did you stay at last night?"

"A sister I met at the vegetable market. I took shelter from the snow at her house that day."

"what's your name?"

"Late."

"Late stage?" Sang's mother read it again, "I don't remember that there is a surname late in our village."

"Maybe they moved here." Mulberry said.

"When can I bring her home to have a meal, thank you."

"I'll ask next time."

"it is good......"

Mother Sang was talking when her husband suddenly interrupted her, "Did you know that Mulberry twisted her foot?"

"What twisted your foot?"

Mulberry sat on the chair before her mother came out of the kitchen, so she was never found.

"Show mom?" Sang's mother made a gesture and was about to bend down.

Sangshen quickly grabbed her, "It's okay, Mom. Let's talk after dinner."

"Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, but it hurts a little." Mulberry comforted her, "Eat first."

Sang's mother picked up her job with half-belief.

However, the meal was not finished yet, and the appearance of an uninvited guest broke the warmth of the family.

It was Sangmu who opened the door.

The person who came was wearing a police uniform. He held a police badge in one hand to indicate his identity, and looked into the room vigilantly, "Hello, I am a policeman from the Shizhuo Police Station. Are you Mulberry's mother?"

"What's the matter..." Sang's mother was frightened by the battle.

"A staff member of Yunshan Middle School died strangely. We suspect that your daughter is related to this case. We hope you can cooperate with the investigation."

Mulberry's chopsticks fell on the table.Yan Zheng half pushed Sang's mother and walked into the room.

He saw her right away. "Miss Mulberry."

"I believe you have heard what I just said, and I hope you can cooperate with our investigation."

"No, did my daughter commit any crime?" Father Sang wanted to speak for his daughter, but he could only worry on the sidelines, "Our family has always been very good. She can't do something like that... ..."

"Everything is still under investigation." Yan Zheng ignored the helplessness and panic on the faces of the two old men, "If it is confirmed that Miss Mulberry is not suspected of a crime, we will let her come back."

Mulberry put down the bowl silently.

What I saw before was not an illusion.

Mother Sang kept holding Sangshen's hand, her eyes were full of tears, "Good girl..."

"nice girl......"

Probably didn't know what to say, so she just repeated these two words, and then kept crying.

Sangshen swallowed hard, and she patted Sang's mother's hand, "I'll be back soon."

"Mom, don't worry."

......

Sangshen got into the police car, and Sang's mother cried into tears behind her.The surrounding neighbors stood in the distance and talked about it.

The car quickly drove to the police station, and Yan Zheng sat opposite her with another policeman.

"At 26:[-] in the morning, the deceased Ding Ting was found dead on the half slope of the back door of Yunshan Middle School. It seemed that she had lost too much blood and fell from the iron gate. The death of the deceased was extremely miserable. Especially the mouth , throat, almost to be scratched and cut by the dead."

Mulberry's mind had already thought of the scene at that time, she moved her lips, and her butterfly-like eyelashes blinked tremblingly several times.Yan Zheng stared at every expression of Mulberry.

"According to the dictation of witnesses, we learned that the day before, the deceased asked you to come to the school to help when he was working overtime. Is there such a thing?"

"Have."

"If you can, please describe what happened that day."

On the table was the hot water poured for her by the previous police officers.Mulberry took a sip of water, looked at the transparent water and slowly opened her mouth, "I asked the director for leave the day before yesterday."

"Because my mother's health is not very good. I'm a little worried about her... In the afternoon, Ding Ting called my house..." Sangshui paused, "She scolded me and said that if it wasn't If I ask for leave, she doesn't have to deal with so many documents. Then let me help with it."

"When did you go?"

"I remember when I arrived, the preparatory bell for the senior year had just rang."

"Did anything unusual happen during this period?"

"No."

"and then?"

"Ding Ting and I finished all the data processing together before the end of the evening self-study in the third year of high school. Then we went to the toilet together..."

Seeing that Mulberry's expression was a bit subtle, she asked solemnly, "Did something happen in the toilet?"

"No...no." Mulberry struggled for a long time, but finally said nothing, "We went to the bathroom together. She was gone when I came out."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mulberry is hiding some things.

Yan Zheng stared at Mulberry's right foot for a while, "By the way, can you tell me how your leg was sprained?"

"When I came out of the toilet, I ran a bit. I stepped on the water on the ground and slipped."

"But I don't think you are very reckless, why do you want to run away all of a sudden?"

Mulberry couldn't answer such a question.She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"In your eyes, what kind of person do you think Ding Ting is?"

"Young, beautiful, willful."

This was the only word Mulberry could think of.

"What kind of person do you think you are?"

What is the problem?

Mulberry raised her head, she looked at Yan Zheng and didn't speak.

"The colleagues around you agree that your personality is introverted, gloomy, introverted, and not talkative."

Yan Zheng turned a page of the information in his hand, "However, your school dean's evaluation of you is quite high."

"Say you're doing your job well."

Yan Zheng's every word is forcing Sangli to face the memories she once wanted to avoid the most.

"What do you want to say?"

"Do you know that there is a staff member in Yunshan Middle School who used to be your elementary school classmate?"

"What do you think he said about you?"

......

Time seems to go back to childhood.Teachers and classmates often stare at her with strange eyes.The girls at the same table will deliberately block the line with a book, or draw a "[-] line" with a chalk knife.

"If you dare to come over, I will sue the teacher."

"My mother won't let me play with weird guys."

"Stay away from me, I will be infected by you later."

"No one likes you. Damn you."

Such words filled Mulberry's entire childhood, until she moved the table by herself and sat next to the trash can in the corner.The teacher saw it, but she acquiesced.

The lonely Mulberry has spent countless childhoods, and she has no friends or partners.The only ones who accompany her are these ghosts who maliciously play tricks on her.

She thought she knew what the other party would think of her.

"He said that you were weird and withdrawn since you were a child, and no one wanted to be friends with you. And you would say some scary things. Although you didn't do that again, the relationship didn't get better because of it. .”

Yan Zheng bent his fingers and knocked on the table. The monotonous and repetitive voice easily created a sense of urgency, "Do you think you and Ding Ting are friends?"

As if teasing her, the serious words are always twisted and twisted.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

The serious words made Mulberry a little annoyed.Obviously she has worked very hard to get rid of the past, but this person brought it up again and again.

"You answer my question first."

"No."

"Okay. We suspect that you are putting mental pressure on Ding Ting because you are so lonely. You want to be friends with her."

"What do you mean?" Mulberry didn't understand what Yan Zheng was saying.

In other words, Yan Zheng felt that Mulberry was a potential lunatic.Because of the psychological distortion caused by the shadow of childhood, it is probably not unexpected if he behaves strangely.

"So you induced her to commit spiritual suicide, causing her to commit suicide by self-suggestion."

"so......"

Yan Zheng's self-righteous inference made him very proud.It's been a long time since there was a big case. If the investigation is completed, maybe he can be promoted.For this reason, he did not hesitate to speculate on her with the greatest malice.

"You're just talking nonsense!" Sangshen blushed with anger.

"Then do you know why I said that?" Mulberry's reaction seemed to be expected.

"why?"

"Ding Ting's last call was to the office. You answered it, didn't you?"

"But what does that mean?"

"She's waiting for your hint, isn't she?" Yan Zheng smiled.

"What did she say to you on the phone?"

Mulberry opened her mouth halfway, her expression was a bit confused, she didn't know how to explain herself, "She... asked me to turn my head..."

"and then?"

"Did you see her?"

"You saw her hurt herself?"

Serious questions followed one after another.

"Yes......"

"Then why didn't you call the police immediately? As long as it was earlier, maybe a living person's life could have been saved. But why didn't you!" Yan Zheng patted the table and stood up, and Mulberry trembled in fright.

"I hit......"

"You hit?"

"I called...there is a log of the call..."

Mulberry's emotions were on the verge of collapse.

"But I didn't see her afterwards...I thought it was just a hallucination..."

"Oh." Yan Zheng sneered, "This is not an illusion."

"You killed someone."

Mulberry looked at him confused and ignorant.

"How could anyone think such a bloody scene is an illusion?"

"Are you still human?"

The author has something to say: Because Mulberry was originally intended to be written as an ordinary character, not all characters are so lucky, she is just a very ordinary girl.If I had to say it, all of Mulberry's luck was used to meet the late stage.She must learn to break through her own state of mind and re-understand herself, and then she can learn to grow up and finally gain a new life

Seriously, this kind of self-righteous criticism and definition is super hateful.

If you don't know the suffering of others, don't persuade them to be kind.