there is a dragon lying

That night.

The icy cold air permeated into the clothes, and the fingers were numb from the cold. The damn weather was terribly cold. Most of the pedestrians immersed in the autumn tiger were wearing thin clothes, shivering from the sudden drop in temperature.

A couple carrying takeaways were worried that the takeaway in their hands would be frozen into lumps of ice.

The woman hunched her waist, retracted her neck, and approached her boyfriend stubbornly. Her chestnut hair, which spread from her shoulders to her waist, generated static electricity, sticking her teeth and claws to the clothes of the two of them. Nice shine, not a single split end.

The man hugged his girlfriend, his face was stiff from the cold, and a few long hairs were stuffed in his mouth by the wind.

"Your hair..."

He tugged, but was slapped by his girlfriend, "Don't move! I bought a wig from XX's online. It's so expensive, okay! Don't touch me..."

"All right, all right, there's a lot to do."

The man pouted the hair in his mouth a few times, feeling unhappy and afraid to quarrel with his girlfriend, so he had to blame the weather.

"Tsk, the weather is terrible, the temperature has started to drop since the end of September, and it was so swelteringly hot before..."

"Hehe, isn't the weather in our city always like this? After summer, it becomes winter. There is no such thing as a transition~"

"Oh... I'm so annoying, let's replace the cool summer quilt with a thick quilt today."

"Okay, I'll go and look in the closet when I get home."

The melted rainwater accumulated in patches of cold puddles at night, and the road was impossible to walk at all.

Their faces were flushed from the cold, and they walked stiffly and cautiously on the stone road in the community.

After finally walking into the corridor, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the property of the community was abandoned the year before last, the corridors were really messy, with bicycles, electric vehicles, garbage bags and cardboard box flower pots, everything was broken.

"Dong dong dong."

High heels on the steps, the woman gasped at her frozen fingers while the man handed her the takeaway and took out the key to open the door.

The living room lights turned on.

While illuminating the room, it seemed to dispel the coldness in the body.

The couple turned on the TV, sat cross-legged on the sofa, watched TV and ate takeaway.

The man was lazily lying on the sofa, drinking a can of beer, laughing while watching a funny show on TV.

From time to time, a sentence popped up: "This idiot."

The solidified butter, food residue, and plastic bag disposable chopsticks were all thrown on the coffee table. The woman glanced at her, pulled a tissue to wipe her mouth, and casually threw the tissue in the lunch box. Shi Shiran stood up without any intention Tube.

Who loves to tidy up who tidies up~

The woman dragged her slippers into the bedroom leisurely, sat in front of the vanity mirror and began to take off her wig.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the unloading, the drunk man found that the table was not cleared, and immediately started calling for the woman to clean it up.

"I'll fuck you to death! I don't fucking clean up!"

In the bedroom, the woman took off the net cap on her head and cursed back.

The two cursed louder and louder, and finally the man kicked the tea table far away, spilled the red oil soup in the lunch box, and sprayed the man as he took off his shoes.

His eyes were red, and he stood up suddenly, and the tin cans were scattered all over the floor.

"Stinky b*tch, I'll fucking kill you!"

The man stood up and went to the bedroom angrily. The quarrel was not once or twice, and the woman was not afraid of hitting him with her hands raised when she saw him come in.

She was fatter than her boyfriend, and kicked the man in the stomach, and the two began to tear up.

The hard-to-hear swear words and the sound of throwing things annoyed the neighbors upstairs and downstairs, but at most they turned over and continued to sleep with headphones on, and no one went out to dissuade them.

After all, more is worse than less.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and the noise of the arguing finally subsided. The reason was that the man slammed the door with his clothes on and left.

The woman looked at the mess on the ground, and stepped on the wig on the ground several times with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Her scarlet eyes were staring, the corners of her eyes seemed to be torn apart, tears rolled from their sockets, the broken make-up stained the sheets and quilt, and she couldn't sleep anymore...

"Unlucky, unlucky, damn it!"

She clenched her fists ferociously, pulled the quilt to the ground and spat.

Panting like crazy, her chest heaved violently, she didn't know what to think of, her bloodshot and turbid eyes rolled around a few times, the woman grinned, her stained lipstick and pale foundation made her look like a weird clown.

She suddenly stopped being angry. Instead, she slowly dragged her slippers and took out a pair of scissors from the dressing cabinet, then walked around the fallen chair and walked towards the guest bedroom...

It is said to be a guest bedroom, but it is actually a storage room.

The woman's short hair, which had been pressed for a day, was in a mess. She grinned and let out a piercing laugh, and dragged out a cardboard box from the corner of the utility room...

"Come on, baby, mommy is here to see you..."

With red and swollen fingers, he opened the cardboard box, and the weird clown raised his red lips and smiled as he stared at a litter of newly born kittens inside.

She took out the scissors happily and excitedly, and fished out a kitten that hadn't been weaned and had been hungry all day.

"Meow……"

The kitten made a small meow.

And the next moment, the woman smiled and caught the short tail with the scissors.

Click!

The blood burst out!The kitten let out a shrill howl!

"Meow! Meow, meow——!"

"Hey~ good boy, shush, don't bark, mom will operate on you, okay?"

The woman laughed out loud, and happily poked the kitten's eyes with scissors. Listening to the cat's screaming with all its strength, she was even happier.

The red soft scissors got stuck on the cat's front paws again this time!

Click!

"Meow meow----!"

"Hahahaha! Good boy, mom will cut your nails again, hahaha!"

Click!

"Woo-woo-"

Click!Click!Click!

Viscous bright red blood dripped from the woman's palm along the fingers. The more she cut, the happier she became, and the more she cut, the more excited she became. Under the pale light, she seemed to have turned into a devil!

Finally, the kitten stopped meowing.

It's dead.

After she had played enough, she stopped and realized that the woman's distorted smile froze. The worn lipstick, pale makeup, and messy short hair made her look like a lunatic.

Gradually, she stared at the things in her hands, stood up expressionlessly, threw the bloody meat into the kitchen trash can, and tossed a few paper towels to wipe away the cat's limbs and blood on the ground.

The black garbage bag was tied in a knot and was thrown by the woman at the door.

When she went back to the guest room and looked at those cute cats, she smiled again...

"Let's play next time."

She wiped the scissors, looked at the remaining kittens lovingly, closed the cardboard box, and stuffed it back into a pile of sundries.

Back in the bedroom, lying down on the bed, the woman closed her eyes contentedly and pulled the blanket over her body.

She is a cat abuser, every time something unhappy happens, or when she gets excited, cutting those soft little things into pieces will give her a more powerful sense of happiness physically and mentally than taking certain drugs.

This kind of kitten that others don't want, she will pick up cats that are thrown in the trash, or stray cats.

When passers-by saw it, they would only think that she was a kind person.

Facing a questioning woman, she can skillfully show a gentle smile, and said hypocritically: "I can't help it, I can't watch it."

Every time she said that, people would praise her, but when she got home, the woman's face changed, just like taking off her wig, the woman took off her mask, revealing the terrifying grimace beneath her bones...

Thinking back to the joy of cat abuse, the woman fell asleep, but she didn't know that her newly bought wig moved slowly on the ground...

……

……

"This time is also very troublesome. A woman died. The person in charge over there has always cooperated with us at the Demon Society. After seeing the deceased, he immediately sent a photo and contacted us."

Jun Hua smiled and threw a few photos on the coffee table.

The golden vertical pupils lowered for a glance, and then the sharp thick eyebrows immediately frowned. Ruan Xingzhou, who was sitting next to Qianji, was holding AD calcium milk, tilted his head, and was about to take a look, but was held down by the big hand of the man next to him. He scolded his forehead.

"Don't look!"

Qianji's face sank, a gleam of light flashed in his pupils, and the photos on the table immediately ignited.

The tongue of fire quickly burned the photo of the female corpse with blue-gray skin, eyes, nostrils, mouth and ears full of hair, but it didn't burn a bit of the table.

Ruan Xingzhou, who didn't see anything, sucked his milk expressionlessly, his mouth moved, and he was always unhappy.

Although Qianji didn't explain aloud, and still had a cold face, but his big light brown hand touched his forehead hair to the back of his head, and finally covered Ruan Xingzhou's neck, his rough thumb rubbed against the skin of his neck every now and then. .

Obviously not too intimate, but that appearance makes people inexplicably feel a little ambiguous.

The sharp-eyed Junhua saw it, he took a sip of tea, put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows to look at Qianji, "How long has it been, the protection is too much."

It was cold, Ruan Xingzhou was afraid of the cold, and he didn't like to talk even with others.

Qianji is even more arrogant, like something, she can't tell the truth even if she is beaten to death, she just knows that she has a stinky face.

"Talk about business." He changed the subject bluntly.

"There's no rush. We're in this city anyway. You can just go there today." Jun Old Father Hua sighed, and asked worriedly: "It's been three months, how are you doing? Why haven't you moved, Qian Halberd, are you careless?"

His long and narrow eyes swept across Qianji, then Ruan Xingzhou.

Ruan Xingzhou stopped drinking milk, and Qianji's pointed ears turned red.

quite a while.

With a stern face, Qianji said dissatisfiedly: "This has happened several times, what does it have to do with me if you don't live up to your expectations?"

Ruan Xingzhou paused for a moment while drinking milk, then he bit the straw and slammed it hard, and threw it at Long.

The white calcium milk melted into a stream of cute little water droplets, and it was splashing——thumped Qianji all over the face!

Qianji: "..."

The young Dragon Lord gritted his teeth against the protruding dragon horn and turned his head with a grin. Ruan Xingzhou's face was paralyzed fearlessly, "Morning sickness, I'm sorry."

Qianji: "...you're not pregnant at all, what are you pregnant with, are you pregnant with an appendix?"

Hearing this, the corners of Ruan Xingzhou's lips curled downward.

"Hey, slag dragon hates it."

"........."

Qianji: ... If you have the ability, use the three words "嘤嘘嘤" to be more emotional!

Seeing that the two of them started to compete again, Junhua shook his head helplessly, thinking that they were really enemies.

He himself picked up the investigation report handed in by Xiao Yao to read.

Think of the wig in the photo.

Junhua's eyes darkened...

[The author has something to say]: The second horror story debuts.