nothingness 4

Lala is not handsome, not handsome, does not have that kind of appearance that makes people happy at first glance, and does not have that kind of temperament that makes countless women chase after him crazily.

Lara can't talk, can't say words that people think are compliments.

Lala doesn't hide anything, doesn't pretend to have expressions that she doesn't have for some reason.

There are some freckles on Lala's ugly face, and her hair is slightly open and slightly yellow.

Lala would smile, pulling up the corners of her lips, showing a beautiful and beautiful smile, maybe it can't be called beautiful, maybe not the slightest handsome, but...beautiful.

Lala would speak, opening and closing her lips, expressing caring and heart-warming words, which may be clumsy, may not be comforting, but... warm.

The wrist is bent, and the joints of the wrist are used to wipe the sticky and flowing liquid on the cheeks. The black thick-rimmed glasses are lifted by the wrist for a while, and people can clearly see the pupilless eyes like a fairy, beautiful, beautiful... ...beautiful...shocking.

The deep black... seems to be stained with the color of something unknown, and the pupils are layered, that is... the death sickle.

"Why does miss know my name?" Gently patting the slightly bent back, brushing along the soft lines one after another, like an older generation treating an ignorant and confused child.

"Obviously it should be forgotten, shouldn't it?" The hoarse voice instantly became unbelievable, so deep that people couldn't speak, and the palms of Li Li's hands gradually slowed down, and finally there was a sudden pause for no reason.

The eyes, which overflowed and could not stop the tears from falling, dilated slightly, and the overlapping pupils suddenly contracted.

"Qian Shui should forget, because I died for you, didn't I?" The tone of the voice changed for a moment, a little blurred, but continued, "Nuo Nuo is too, isn't it? Qian Shui...Miss ?”

He raised his head slightly stiffly, the white j□j color reflecting the dim light remained in the dilated eye sockets, and the overlapping pupils reflected...fear.

Slowly dissolving, like a face that has been splashed with too much nitric acid, corrupted flesh, a decayed and dead body that gradually produces a rancid smell, freezes and backs the palms that were originally light yellow and healthy, repelling insects, wriggling, roll.

The slightly yellowish short hair with split ends gradually peeled off, one after another...

The clothes are tattered, and the heavy rotten smell fills the nostrils even more wantonly because there is nothing to cover it...

"Miss Qianshui...you killed us..." He could no longer tell the difference between the opening and closing of the upper and lower lips, and spoke, accused, and accused in a voice that was vague and incomprehensible.

Her heart was beating violently, her body was trembling uncontrollably, she forgot how to cry and her instinctive cry.

So scary, so scary.very scary!

Thinking like this, thinking like this, and then reflexively wanted to close his eyes according to the habits recorded in his body, but he found that no matter how much he wanted to escape from his body, he resolutely made countermeasures against his original intention.

Breathing, rapid inhalation, stopped diarrhea, and then opened his mouth wide because he couldn't bear the hypoxic environment.

"Miss Qianshui...you killed us..." The indistinguishable lips moved up and down, the rotten flesh fell off, and the upper and lower teeth that were about to become bones collided slightly. Listen to understand the vocabulary.

"...No..." Shaking his head lightly, moving his seat with trembling arms, he opened and closed his pale and bloodless lips while retreating, "No..."

The icy touch passed through the skin along the slightly damp pure white dress, causing tremors. The jet-black hair clings to the wall and circles slightly, forming a messy semi-arc. There is no way to retreat, so curled up The legs are twisted extremely, and the bones are moved back.

"No...don't!!!!!!!" Flipping his palms, he quickly covered his eyes, and while closing his eyes, he screamed with all his strength, cried, and flinched...

A large expanse of red, shocking blood red...

Lala fell down, with shock in her eyes and a distorted expression, she fell down horribly.

Lala fell down, red, warm blood rushed out, and a strong smell filled the not-so-large space.

His eyes, which were brimming with tears, opened in an instant.

The holy cross, in front of my eyes, in front of my body, in my heart.

The dim light shines on the marble statue with exquisite knife workmanship. The smile of the benevolent Virgin Mary is ethereal, with vague lips, lips that seem to be parted and closed, soft tones, and a milky white body. Jesus, the Son of God, closed his eyes tightly, with a gentle expression.

Still in that kneeling posture, still crossing fingers and raising arms, praying...

A little sweat mixed with white tears rolled down the cheeks...

It was... a dream.

"Meow~" There was a thin voice, a childish cry, and a slightly higher temperature from the arm.

"Corpse..." Spread out your ten fingers, stretch out your hands to embrace, feel the slightly higher temperature while touching your cheeks, the soft hair touches the smoothness of the skin.

Then...the head was lowered, the long bangs that had not been taken care of for a long time covered the entire face, and the body was trembling...

"Just now...it's scary..."

The slender eyelashes of the light cover trembled slightly, and slowly opened, and at the same time, the lip line defined between smiling and not smiling rose, deepened the angle, and raised the arc.

The fingers glowing with the tragic color lifted upwards, and finally stayed on the lips showing the same tragic color, groping, the dark eyes were deep, floating... Like, the sea.

The paper that lacked finger support was quickly flipped by the breeze blowing in from the window, one page, then... one page...

"Hehe..." Suddenly, muffled laughter broke out, with his body trembling because of the laughter, the shattered hair that also occupied the jet black swayed from time to time, and his deep eyes were half-closed.

Slowly straighten your knees, let your trembling legs support the weight of your whole body, and move forward.

The door opened, and the eyes were suddenly filled with light, and the sense of loss of vision was lost in an instant. He closed his eyes and covered them with his hands reflexively, allowing the eyes to adapt to the light, and letting the body stop being afraid...to leave.

The loving Virgin Mary was still smiling, embracing Jesus, the Son of God. The young Son of God closed his eyes tightly, and slowly, slowly, slowly...opened them.

The color of crimson, the smell of blood... Impatiens...

"Meow~" yelling, whispering...

"Miss Qianshui... you killed us..."

Lara is dead... dead... in... Pandora...

The author has something to say:

Why do I feel that I am developing more and more towards horror novels...

have no choice……

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