blue castle

I woke up in the middle of the night to find that I wasn't in bed. Instead, I was lying on the cold floor of the attic with my hands and feet tied up with ropes.

"Are you awake?" He was directly above me, watching me.

"You! What are you doing!" I struggled a bit, my hands and feet were bound tightly, and I couldn't move.

"Why did you tie me up, what do you want to do!" I asked angrily, still a little scared in my heart.

"Don't be afraid of Ping, I won't hurt you."

I struggled desperately, but I couldn't move my hands and feet.

"Let go of me, help! Help!" I yelled.

He suddenly became angry, picked up a piece of waste paper from the ground, rolled it up and stuffed it into my mouth.

"What's your name! Don't you like me!" He suddenly yelled at me angrily, his expression began to look crazy, but after a while, he came over again, lying on my chest softly like a kitten.

"Don't be angry, be good, okay? We will be together forever in the future."

I struggled angrily, but I didn't expect that he was a lunatic. I lived with a lunatic and almost fell in love with him.

From that day on, I was imprisoned. I ate, drank, slept, and slept in the attic. He got some chains and handcuffs from somewhere. on the bar.

He didn't dare to approach me, because when he tried to approach me again, I put a chain around his neck in an attempt to knock him unconscious.Although he wears women's clothes all day long, he is a real man, and he is stronger than me. He easily knocked me down when I tried to resist. From then on, he just looked at me from a distance and talked to me , even though I was yelling at him.

I survived in this narrow attic for more than three months.

In the end, I felt that I was going crazy too. I knelt on the ground and begged him to let me go, but he just stroked my head softly, and then repeated the words he had said countless times: "We will be together forever in the future."

Then he started to paint his picture again, the unfinished work left by his mother.

In the painting, a young and beautiful woman is being burned by flames.

He said to me, "Do you know who is in the painting?"

I was so tortured by him that I couldn't lift my strength anymore, so I replied hastily, "Who is it?"

"I don't know either." He pointed at the woman's face in the painting with his slender fingers: "My mother painted my face, but the person in the painting is very similar to my father, so I don't know what mother painted who is it."

"Please, please let me go, what's the point of locking me up like this." I begged weakly.

"Don't you like me? If you like me, you still want to leave me?" he said.

"Bastard! You pervert who disguises himself as a man! Go to hell!" I couldn't take it anymore and yelled at him.

His drawing hand paused, then continued his painting, and he stopped talking to me.

I cried sadly, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to me.In fact, I have long since discovered that this person is very strange, so I shouldn't stay out of curiosity, let alone show interest in him.

He would occasionally paint camellias in the attic, and then he would say to me excitedly like a child: "Ping, I painted your favorite camellias, does it look good?"

I closed my eyes and refused to look at him, so his originally happy face became depressed again.

During the period when he was finishing her mother's posthumous work, I heard him tell some of his own stories intermittently.

His father's name is Chen Dan, who is also a well-known painter in the painting circle. Luo Hongmei and her husband are a well-known couple in the painting circle, but later I heard that they divorced in a low-key manner. No one knows the reason for their divorce. And I heard the whole story from their son's mouth.

"My mother picked me up early that day. We were happy to make some snacks to celebrate my mother's drawing. But after opening the door of the house, my mother and I saw my father rolling on the sofa with a man. You know? My father was wearing one of my mother's dresses, the exact same dress that the woman in the painting is wearing."

"After discovering this secret, our life became more and more difficult. My mother loved my father and refused to divorce him. Later, they quarreled, fought, and threatened each other to die. My mother finally compromised. She divorced my father. My father He went abroad with his man without hesitation, never came back, and I lived here with my mother."

"Are you weird looking at those torture devices? My mother likes them very much. She always uses them on me."

Listening to these stories, my heart gradually stopped struggling, and I even felt that I was crazy. How could I suddenly start to feel pity for him after hearing his stories, pity for this madman who can imprison people.

So, I didn't say anything.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, not even refusing to look at him.

The weather is getting colder and colder, I feel sick, I feel hot all over, and I can't lift my strength.

Luo Ting's painting has been finished, and the lower body of the woman who was burned by the fire was exposed in the painting. There is a big male organ between her snow-white legs, so the painting is not a woman, but a man wearing a woman's clothes.

He was standing next to me, looking up and down at the painting, and he said, "It's finished, what do you think?"

That painting gives people a very bad feeling. Although it is shocking, it makes people feel disgusted. It seems that it will penetrate into the darkness of people's hearts and trigger many bad associations.

"I don't like this picture," I said.

"Yes, of course my Ping won't like this painting." He smiled happily: "My Ping is the one who likes camellias, so why would Ping who likes golden teas like this painting?"

He lowered his head and kissed me gently, then leaned on my neck: "I like Ping the most, I like Ping the most. We will be together forever and never be apart. My mother told me, don't let yourself go The person you like leaves you, and you must always keep the person you like by your side.”

I took a deep breath, feeling dizzy.

"Ping, what's wrong with you? Your head is so hot." He asked me anxiously.

I helplessly said to him: "Let me go, or send me to the hospital, I'm sick, please do me a favor."

He became nervous, squatted beside me and touched my forehead: "Ping, Ping, are you uncomfortable? What should I do? What should I do? Ping, Ping, wake up."

The moment before I passed out, I heard his voice calling my name non-stop.

……

A few days later, I woke up in a hospital.

The nurse told me that when I was sent to the hospital, I had a high fever of more than 40 degrees, and I almost burned to death.

"Luo Ting... Where is the person who sent me here?"

The nurse suddenly became mysterious, as if there was something hard to say. She said: "No one brought you here. You were picked up by an ambulance after the hospital received an emergency call. You were still tied up with chains. It's on."

"Then, where is the owner of the house?" I asked anxiously.

The nurse pointed to the door: "There are policemen who want to talk to you."

Two policemen sat next to me and said to me: "We have been looking for Luo Hongmei for a long time. She is related to several disappearance cases. I didn't expect her to hide so secretly. We didn't know that she lived in that house until we found her paintings." Who is the person in the house. When you were sent to the hospital, the people in the house had disappeared, did you find any trace of her. "

"Who? Luo Hongmei?" I asked.

"Of course it's Luo Hongmei," said the policeman.

"But isn't Luo Hongmei already dead?"

"What! Tell me more clearly, explain your affairs these days in detail."

It turned out that the police didn't even know that Luo Hongmei was dead.

A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital.Then I found a job in a creative advertising company. Although I was just a small employee, the boss liked me very much, especially when he saw the camellia bushes I painted in the castle.

"This painting is so good, it can make people smile when you look at it. It is something that only happy people can draw." The boss said.

It turned out that I was happy at that time, even I didn't know it myself.

I didn't go back to that castle again, I was afraid to see him again, I didn't know how to face him.

But half a month later, a shocking news was released on the news.

The police found a dozen or so corpses under the castle, all of which were rotten and buried under the large camellias, which is why those camellias bloomed so beautifully.

Of the dozen or so skeletons, only one was female, and the rest were all male.

After testing, the woman's bone was that of Luo Hongmei. Medical examination showed that she had been dead for less than a year, while those of the men's bones had been dead for a longer time. The farthest bone was killed and buried here more than ten years ago. .The investigation revealed that all the male bones had traces of being abused during their lifetime. These people had more or less relationships with Luo Hongmei. It was preliminarily determined that these people were imprisoned, tortured and killed by Luo Hongmei, and their bodies were finally buried in the courtyard.The deliberate point is that Luo Hongmei did not die normally. She died after her skull was broken by a heavy object. The police suspect that the person who killed Luo Hongmei was her son named Luo Yan.

Since that day, I have never heard of him again, and I sneaked to that castle to take a peek. The big house was sealed, with a white seal on the gate, which could only be passed through the gap in the iron gate. See the large camellias blooming in the yard.

A few years passed like this.

One day, our company ushered in a customer from abroad. She is a famous painter who has been rising abroad in recent years, and she is called ms.logers.

I heard that she grew up abroad and plans to return to China for development recently. Our company is responsible for packaging her.

At that time, I was standing in the crowded hall and saw her get out of the black car.

She was wearing a bright red dress and a pair of shiny black high heels on her feet. Her long hair was permed into small curls, and she was painted with heavy makeup. She had a tall body that normal women could never have.

I'll never forget what he looked like the first day I saw him.

With his head held high and his chest held high, he walked through the red-carpeted hall with the company's upper echelons.

When passing by the employees of the company, he suddenly glanced at me, that glance was meaningful, and I seemed to hear him whispering in my ear again.

He said, "Ping, we will never be apart."

--Finish--

The author has something to say: I actually wanted some tragedies, but I was probably too soft-hearted, so I couldn't write abusive essays at all.

So the happy finale is over.