How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

The boy with disheveled hair, a thin body, and a sticky mouth was holding a baseball bat in one hand. He wanted to rush out the door a little anxiously, but before he left, he stopped in his tracks.

Belch hesitated in the room for a few seconds. He remembered that the man who kidnapped him was still in the small town. The man had a gun in his hand and was also very burly.

What's the difference between him rushing out with such a big sting and a humanoid moving target?

Even with this baseball bat, he couldn't beat that man.

After a few seconds of thinking, Belch thought this way, and retreated from the door with vigilance in his heart.

He is not mentally retarded.

Belch thought proudly, and by the way, praised his sensitivity and adaptability in his heart.He even thought of how he would naturally and without leaving any traces tell his sister about his deeds after seeing Sidelle.

"He is a poor mentally handicapped man. He was ridiculed and bullied at school, and he didn't know how to fight back and sue. At first, I hated him because my younger brother was mentally handicapped, and I also suffered a lot of ridicule."

The two black lacquered holes on the face of the man in the wax mask seemed to flicker faintly.

The girl went on.

"He likes me very much, and always follows me. My parents don't like him either, and even abandoned him for a while, but he will find him secretly every time, and every time he returns home, he will be covered in dirty and smelly, Come to me first, but that only makes me hate him more."

"I hated him, so I ordered him not to talk to me at school, not to let others know about our relationship...until that day."

"I returned to the classroom unintentionally. He was holding a box in his arms and was beaten by several bad gangsters. I ignored him, but pretended not to know him, and passed by him. After returning home, he still had a bruise on his face With blood on the corners of his mouth, skin was broken, and he smiled at me foolishly, and handed me the box that he held tightly in his arms. I opened it, and inside was a doll that I had wanted for a long time. He won’t buy it for me, but he saved more than half a year’s food money and bought it for me, hoping to please my sister.”

This statement is of course false, no matter the family background of Sidelle or Belch, it is impossible to afford a doll.

But Sidelle entered the context, and as she spoke, she began to be moved.

Her eyes were full of affection, like the rippling water.

"At that moment, I looked at my younger brother who was beaten all over his body and kept smiling foolishly at me, and I understood one thing. He didn't understand anything, he was a mentally handicapped heartless, but fools also have love, He loves me--"

"So later," the girl smiled easily, she said: "I beat up those who bullied him, and then took my brother by my side, and never disliked his stupidity .”

"In school, no one dared to bully him anymore; after my tireless and gentle teaching, he has learned to dress himself, eat, stop stuttering, and take the initiative to study... and I worked hard to make money, and finally saved enough A sum of money, take him to a big city for rehabilitation training. Now he is no longer mentally handicapped."

"After my unremitting efforts and dedication day and night, I finally cured my brother's congenital mental retardation! At least, he is now a normal person in the eyes of others, and we are living a happy life together."

Belch, who was being threatened by the kidnapper and didn't know when he would return, was walking around the house with a baseball bat in fear: "..."

He walked around silently, found an underground passage, took a look inside, but didn't dare to go in.

It's just that I don't know when the man who kidnapped him will come back.

Belch turned around twice in place, scratched his hair, and suddenly noticed an electric switch for controlling the circuit of the room folded on a mottled wall in the corner.

He thought for a while, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, raised his baseball bat and swung it towards the switch.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Under Belch's vigorous beating, the switch was quickly destroyed, and with the sound of "Zi La", the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Belch touched the scissors in his bosom, found a hidden place, and got in short.

Since you can't fight head-on, then... get up!As long as that man comes back and passes by here, then he will be able to...

The place where Belch chose to hide was very narrow, but the advantage was that there was room to dodge here. If the kidnapper could not lose his fighting power with one blow, he could sneak into the underground passage behind him.

Before hiding in, Belch didn't forget to take a look at the tool table in the room.

I didn't see what I liked, so I could only hold the baseball bat and the bow and arrow thrown aside by the kidnapper.

After everything was dealt with, Belch moved in the dead and dark room, he got into the hidden corner, and held his breath lightly.

Quietly waiting for the kidnapper to come back.

At this moment, he couldn't help but miss Sidelle——

Nothing will happen to his sister, right?Or did you forget about him? ?

Otherwise, why haven't I found him yet...

Whether the congenital mental retardation can be completely cured is still a problem, but the murderer in front of him has not been to school for a few days, and has no contact with the outside world, so he is not very educated at first glance.

Sidelle talked about these very well.

After she and the man in the wax mask finished talking about this touching sibling relationship, she almost believed it afterward.

But her purpose was not to tell him a story, to influence the man in the wax mask through a story.

"So," Sidel stared lightly at the burly man in front of him, raised a key in her right hand, and shook it: "If you really love someone, you will wish him happiness forever...not in the dark basement, for the illusory Artistic devotion.”

"Your mother never thought you were less important than art."

"Her last wish is not... what your brother Vincent told you—"

The TV behind the man turned on silently, and the black and white picture fluctuated with snowflake stripes, but the smile of the haggard woman was as calm and gentle as ever.

"...When I die, my art will be buried with my body..."

"I hope that you can all become people with good intentions... Then, happiness will be good."

The man in the wax mask turned around stiffly and looked at his mother in the old TV.

Sidelle observed coldly. According to the information she got in the diary, Trudy has been teaching his deformed younger brother personally, and he has not found any tendency towards violence and perversion. On the contrary, he has a lot of fear of his elder brother.

It can be inferred that the perverted person is the elder brother, and the younger brother did not hate the world so much under the teaching of his mother, and the pain caused by outsiders was also healed by the gentle mother's love, but before he grew up, his mother suddenly fell ill and died up.

His mother left him a last word, but this last word was changed because of the perverted brother's selfishness.

What mothers expect is that their children can have a happy future.

However, the elder brother told his deformed younger brother who was hated by the world and only had the love of his mother——

【Mother's last wish is to complete an unprecedented and great work of art. 】

【She needs our help, we want to inherit the legacy of our mother. 】

Vincent said so, so his younger brother stayed by his side, and the two of them slaughtered the townspeople and passers-by endlessly day after day, just to complete that perverted artwork.

——Let this small town become a place wrapped and surrounded by wax figures of corpses.

This is a "work of art" that my elder brother has sculpted and created with great concentration, and it has also been attached to my younger brother's life.

Sidel had already quietly walked behind the man in the wax mask, but he seemed to have no reaction, just staring blankly at the woman on the TV.

"Actually," Sidelle handed him a copper key, "Ms. Trudy should have left some things for you."