Fang's house at 7pm.
The Fang family owns a two-story duplex in the most luxurious landmark building in City A.
When Fang Qianan returned from Beijing with his dejected father, he gave up his other houses and moved in here directly.
In his opinion, there was nothing to dislike here. After all, the building was designed by a well-known designer, and the house was decorated very nicely. It was just that the large areas of black, white and gray made it look like a place where living people lived and had no human touch.
But today, in this lifeless house, the rare aroma of food wafted through the air.
"Qian'an, what's wrong? I see you haven't even started eating. Is today's food not to your liking?"
A slightly flattering female voice was heard at the dinner table.
Fang Qianan looked up from his phone and glanced coldly at the young woman sitting at the large dining table.
Even her artificial features couldn't conceal the abundant collagen in her face. Fang Qianan felt she looked vaguely familiar and looked it up online. Sure enough, she was a minor celebrity. Looking up the encyclopedia, he realized she was... not much older than him.
But such a woman has become his father's companion.
Fang Qianan turned his gaze to the tall man at the other end of the table, and it was difficult to hide the mockery in his eyes.
But he could probably understand the woman's choice - although in Fang Qianan's eyes, the man was just an old man, but his appearance did have a distinct advantage compared to the wealthy entrepreneurs of the same age. Coupled with the wealth and power represented by the Fang family, it was not surprising that the man would attract so many people to cling to him like moths to a flame and not let go.
As for the woman who appeared at the table now, she was different from the heavily made-up and seductive women before. She looked like a good wife and mother...
Well, the old man has reached the age where he can no longer afford to have so many beautiful girls and is thinking about preserving his health.
No wonder he brought the person home.
Fang Qianan thought aimlessly without saying a word.
The woman observed the impassive young man at the other end of the table, a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. She knew better than anyone how important this "dinner" was to her, and she couldn't help but push him toward Fang Qian'an again.
"Qian An is still a student, so he uses his brain a lot. Come, eat some sea cucumbers. They're good for your health..."
The woman's tone was extremely kind and gentle, as if she really treated Fang Qianan as her own child.
But the "gentleness" she had expressed at home half a year in advance fell into Fang Qianan's ears and had a direct counterproductive effect.
Fang Qianan only felt a fishy smell in his mouth, and he felt nauseous.
"Don't put this thing in front of me, it makes me sick."
He finally spoke, but his tone was extremely impolite.
The woman's face turned pale instantly.
His father, Mr. Fang, suddenly looked up and gave Fang Qianan a warning glance.
"Fang Qianan, where is your tutor?"
As a result, the moment the man finished speaking, Fang Qian'an suddenly stood up and overturned the entire table.
The expensive rock slabs fell to the ground with a deafening sound. The stone materials imported from Italy at great expense were scattered everywhere, and the expensive bone china tableware was directly smashed into pieces, mixed with the equally expensive high-end ingredients to form a messy soup on the ground.
The woman was frightened and ran away screaming to the sponsor.
The live-in nanny and security guards who were resting in the nanny room immediately rushed out and surrounded the restaurant, then looked at each other in bewilderment at the chaotic scene.
After doing all this, Fang Qianan stood up, kicked over the chair, and then looked at his father with his hands in his pockets.
"I don't know where my tutor is. I only know that, well, a man who might have a tutor wouldn't bring his mistress home while his wife is still alive, right?" He tilted his head and looked straight at the man. "...By the way, it seems like you and my mom haven't divorced yet. You asked me where my tutor is, and I wanted to ask you, Fang Chengke, where are your moral integrity?"
He said this with a sneer, and then he saw his father stand up as well.
The man was in his prime, with a strong physique. Fang Qianan's amazing height was inherited from Fang Chengke.
"You little bastard... you're itching for trouble again."
Fang Chengke's face looked very ugly.
"Oh, people give birth to people, animals give birth to animals, I am a little animal, and you are also an old animal—"
With a "pa" sound, Fang Qianan's voice was interrupted by the man's slap.
"Just go crazy, just like your crazy mother."
Obviously, Fang Qianan's behavior made Fang Chengke lose face in front of his mistress, and the man was very angry.
With a command, Fang Qianan was pinned to the ground. Those were the security guards Fang Chengke had hired at great expense. Even though Fang Qianan was considered unbeatable in school fights, he was ultimately defeated by these well-trained professionals.
There was a sharp pain in his knee and elbow joints, and Fang Qianan was half-kneeling on the ground with his head held down.
A timid housekeeper came forward tremblingly and handed Fang Chengke a belt.
The belt is not cheap and is heavy.
The tall man wrapped the belt around his wrist and then held the remaining part in his palm. The other end of the belt hung from his hand, swaying slightly like a black python.
You old bastard, if you have the guts, let me go and fight me one on one.
Fang Qianan stared at his father and wanted to yell.
But the sound was stuck in his throat, and he found that he couldn't say a word.
In fact, the two people behind him didn't really use much force. After all, Fang Qianan was the only heir to the Fang family, and no one dared to use any real force.
If he struggled with all his might, Fang Qianan knew that he should still be able to break free from control.
However, the reality was that he could only kneel motionless under the control of the two security guards. The moment Fang Chengke took out the belt, he was like being cursed and could not move.
Fang Chengke also did not miss the fleeting fear on Fang Qianan's face, and the man instantly felt at ease.
He raised his arm high and swung the belt towards Fang Qianan.
With the sound of breaking wind, the belt hit Fang Qianan heavily.
The first thing that came up was not pain but the feeling of being hit hard. Then, the intense burning sensation and pain began to ignite the nerves like a flame.
Fang Qianan could feel the flesh on his arms and back throbbing heavily - Fang Chengke was very experienced in beating people and never left marks in conspicuous places.
Fang Qianan struggled for a while, and a bloody smell came out of his mouth. He raised his head and glared at Fang Chengke fiercely.
Although it was painful, he couldn't help but smile with a twisted expression.
"Or you could just kill me and satisfy your wish."
"Snap—"
Under Fang Qianan's stimulation, Fang Chengke swung the belt again.
"Still going crazy!" the man cursed. "I should have locked you up in a mental hospital with that crazy woman."
"How could you bear to... cough... you sent me away. How could you take my mother's money..."
"If I had known you were such a little bastard, I would have let you die."
"Snap—"
"It's exactly like what the masters said back then. You deserved to die in the hospital. You're a born short-lived bastard. I tried every damn way to raise you, but it turned out to be a deadly omen. You haven't had any good fortune in your life. You've ruined my luck..."
"Snap—"
…
In the luxuriously and modern restaurant, the heavy beating sounds lasted for half an hour.
Seeing Fang Qianan sweating profusely and his face turning pale, but still not saying a word, Fang Chengke's expression changed unpredictably, and he finally put down the belt in his hand panting.
"One day you'll end up in the same place as your mother... you lunatic..."
Fang Chengke looked at his son lying on the ground. His face clearly looked very similar to his own, but he seemed to be able to see the woman through this face, the woman who was strictly speaking his "wife".
The woman, who was as skinny as a skeleton and looked like a monster, was lying on the ground with an expressionless face, her eyes looking in an unknown direction.
"Fang Chengke, He won't let us go."
["I know… He will definitely come back for us… Wuwuwu…"]
"It's our fault, Cheng Ke. We really did something wrong. How could we treat a child like that? And Xuelin, we're so sorry for her..."
"But what can I do, wuwu... Xuelin, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... But Xiaoan, Xiaoan is my child, I can't do anything..."
"Cheng Ke, I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm not... Hehe... I know better than anyone. Look, Xuelin is watching us with that child... Did you see that? He said that He will make us live a life worse than death and fall into hell forever..."
["You can't escape, Chengke."]
"No one can escape."
…
I seemed to hear again the same chattering my wife had been repeating before her mental breakdown.
Fang Chengke felt an inexplicable chill, but soon, he became increasingly angry because of the trace of cowardice that flashed through his heart.
He kicked the exhausted Fang Qianan to the ground, then turned around and looked at his female companion.
"Xiaomei, change your clothes, let's go out to eat."
The woman was so frightened after what happened that she turned pale and could hardly speak complete sentences.
"But, but…"
She looked at Fang Qianan with a panicked tone.
"obedient."
Fang Chengke's face darkened, and the woman fell silent instantly. Then she snuggled up to him obediently and followed him out of the house.
The live-in nanny who had been taking care of Fang Qianan rushed to Fang Qianan in panic after watching the elevator carrying the man descend and counting to the first floor.
"Young Master, oh my god, how are you? Why are you so stubborn? You know Mr. Fang has a bad temper, so you shouldn't confront him head-on. Look at your injuries. Wait, wait for Auntie to get you some medicine..."
Nanny Aunt Su looked at the boy who stood up unsteadily from the ground with a sad face, and muttered with a sad expression.
"Need not."
Although his body felt like it was burning with pain, Fang Qianan resisted the urge to grimace and spoke calmly.
"I'll just go back to my room and apply it myself later. I haven't finished the medicine from last time."
As he spoke, Fang Qianan turned around and walked towards his room on the second floor.
Aunt Su looked embarrassed and followed him two steps behind.
But Fang Qianan didn't even turn his head. He forced himself to rush into the room and slammed the door.
"Fuck, it hurts so much..."
As soon as the door was closed, Fang Qianan could no longer control his facial expression. He cried out in pain with a distorted look and sat on the ground.
After gasping for breath for a long time, Fang Qianan finally regained some strength. He hunched over and went to the bathroom in the room, where he carefully took off his clothes in front of the mirror.
As a young boy, he has a good body shape, with a broad frame and well-defined muscles.
Yet, this very body, which should have been a delight to the eye, was now covered in bruises and scars of varying depths and colors. Some had begun to fade yellow, while others still displayed a frightening deep purple. As for the bruises left on his body just now, they were still bright red.
Fang Qianan didn't pay much attention to the bruises on his body. He turned slightly sideways and carefully observed his waist in the mirror. After confirming that there were no signs of beating near the surgical scar on his waist which was more than 30 centimeters long, his tense expression relaxed a little.
"Old beast—"
Fang Qianan cursed with a distorted expression.
"Why kick me in the waist when you can kick me anywhere else?"
Before leaving, Cheng Keti's kick was so sudden that Fang Qianan didn't even have time to protect himself and was almost scared to death.
Fortunately, Fang Chengke did not play in this position.
The moment the mind relaxes, the severe pain becomes even more unbearable.
Fang Qianan was trying hard to hold on when he heard Aunt Su knocking on the door again.
"Qian'an, you didn't eat anything tonight, so Auntie made some midnight snacks for you. If you're hungry, you can fill your stomach with a few bites."
Knowing Fang Qianan's character, Aunt Su left after putting down the plate at the door.
After Fang Qianan made sure that there was no other movement at the door, he quickly opened the door and dragged the tray of food into the room.
He was really starving to death—
You know, at noon today he followed his followers to the school cafeteria to eat, and for some reason, the executive chef who was said to have been poached from a five-star hotel went crazy today.
The food they make is terrible.
In addition to the severe shock he had received in the morning, Fang Qianan gave up eating immediately after taking a bite. He has been hungry until now, and his stomach is almost twisted.
Fang Qianan first picked up the soup bowl. Aunt Su was from the south, and the soup she stewed was something he had been drinking since he was a child. It was especially delicious.
However, as soon as the thick and delicious fish maw and chicken soup entered his mouth, Fang Qianan couldn't help but let out a retching sound.
So disgusting.
In fact, the taste is still the taste of chicken soup, but Fang Qianan can inexplicably taste a lingering fishy smell.
Just like what I had in the cafeteria at noon today.
Fang Qianan lost his appetite instantly.
If it were in the past, Fang Qianan would certainly not let himself down and would definitely find a way to get him something to eat. But now he was in pain all over his body and he no longer had the mood.
Forget it, let's go to sleep.
Fang Qianan thought about it, and then he lay down on the bed. However, after lying down, the bruises on his back were burning with pain. He rolled around in bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. Finally, in order to distract himself, he had to take out his phone and started looking at it.
On the messaging app, a group was flashing wildly today. It was an official school group set up in each class for easy communication. Normally, aside from the teachers posting announcements, no one else would post anything. But today, Fang Qianan took a quick glance and saw that the bot group had resurfaced. Clicking on it, he saw countless people chatting away, flooding the screen with messages. Before he could even finish a sentence, countless new messages popped up below.
What's going on?
Fang Qian calmed himself down and looked carefully, only to find that the group was so lively today because something happened at school.
To be precise, something happened to the school's popular celebrity English teacher - he sent a voice message directly to every class group.
The content of the voice was unclear and incoherent. At first glance, it sounded like the soliloquy of a madman after a complete mental breakdown.
In this voice message, Mr. Ouyang directly confessed that he had been trying to molest, abduct and rape minors since he was young. It sounded a bit like a confession, because Ouyang kept apologizing and saying "I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again". But if he really had a guilty conscience and was repenting... why were there so many painful wails and cries in his voice?
As if to prove the authenticity of the voice message, Ouyang also uploaded many disgusting photos in the group.
It is not known whether it was intentional or unintentional, but every photo has more or less problems of overexposure and out of focus, and the faces of the victims are obscured by blurred and distorted light and shadow. Only Ouyang's smug face appears unusually clear in the photo.
The most astonishing thing are the last few photos in the document.
Judging from the electronic dates automatically generated by the photos, these photos were taken today.
In the photo, the man, who is no longer handsome and looks haggard and deformed, is standing in a dark environment. The lighting is entirely dependent on the flash, so he looks pale and the surroundings are so dark that he is impossible to recognize. The man's face has been completely distorted by panic, and his eyes are slightly bulging, as if they will pop out of their sockets in the next second.
He is holding a noose in his hand, and the pose in the photo shows him putting his head into it.
Fang Qianan's hand trembled, and the image viewing software on his phone quickly flashed the remaining photos, so that when these photos were connected together, they looked like a moving picture.
Ouyang raised his head and looked at the viewers outside the photo in despair.
He then appeared to kick off the footstool.
The rope is tightened.
He gripped the lock case tightly with his hands, and his neck seemed to become very long all of a sudden, while his face turned into a strange, rich crimson purple.
His mouth became so big that even the corners of his mouth were cracked and blood was oozing out.
His tongue squeezed out of his mouth. The red and purple mass of flesh did not look like an organ that every human has. Instead, it looked more like a parasitic monster that crawled directly out of Ouyang's throat.
Ouyang opened his mouth wide and let out a shrill, silent cry through the electronic image.
Then...
"Snap."
The phone fell from Fang Qianan's sweaty palm.
Fang Qianan was stunned for two or three seconds before he came to his senses and picked up his phone again. But this time when he opened the group chat, the photos and voice messages had been deleted.
Apparently, the school administrators had noticed something was wrong and taken remedial measures. Unfortunately, it was too late, as almost everyone had already seen what was happening.
The speed at which the group screen is refreshed is even faster than before.
Many people also poke at Fang Qianan in his private messages, as if they also want to take advantage of this hot topic to talk to the prince who seems to be in the limelight in the school.
However, Fang Qianan had no interest in gossiping with others. On the one hand, he was a little frightened by the last few photos of Ouyang, and on the other hand, he suddenly thought of the hard-to-conceal stiffness and resistance that Li Xiu had shown when she saw Ouyang in the comprehensive building this morning.
That scumbag Ouyang...has he ever had feelings for Li Xiu?
Fang Qianan's mind was suddenly in a mess.
His heart seemed to be suddenly tightened by an invisible hand, and he almost forgot the pain in his body.
When Fang Qianan reacted, he found that his phone was already on a call - he called Li Xiu.
"Hello? Who is that..."
Li Xiu's voice on the other end of the phone was a little hoarse, with a nasal sound like she had just woken up.
Fang Qianan put his ear to the phone, listening to the man's whisper unexpectedly, and his face suddenly felt a little hot.
"It's me, Fang Qianan."
"...Fang Qianan? How do you have my number... What do you want to do?"
Li Xiu's voice in the microphone suddenly became wary.
Fang Qianan coughed lightly and quickly suppressed his messy thoughts. He coughed lightly and told Li Xiu about Ouyang's matter in the group.
Although he was not very familiar with Li Xiu, Fang Qianan had a strong intuition that a "good student" like him who was only focused on studying would definitely not bother to pay attention to the gossip in the group.
As expected, after hearing Ouyang's confession and the shocking behavior in the photo, the young man on the other end of the phone fell into a long silence.
"Hey, Xiu, are you still listening? Um...well, I just think you should know this."
Li Xiu didn't say anything, and Fang Qianan inexplicably began to get nervous.
"Well, I already know that."
Finally, Li Xiu spoke. Her tone was a little strange, but she sounded calm.
"That scumbag, before, that is, I mean, I saw him looking for you during the day -"
Fang Qianan didn't even get to finish his words when Li Xiu interrupted him abruptly and bluntly.
"The police will handle Mr. Ouyang's case. Fang Qianan, it's really noisy over there. Please comfort your girlfriend and don't let her cry before you call next time. I'm really tired today and I'm going to bed. Bye."
"Wait, what's so noisy? I'm alone here—A Xiu?!"
Fang Qianan put down his phone in surprise and looked at the screen, which indeed showed that the call had ended.
"Fuck, do you have to do this, Li Xiu?"
The young school bully looked a little unhappy.
Looking around, he was sure his room was perfectly quiet.
After all, it was a top-tier duplex villa high in the sky, so there couldn't be any neighbors around. There were usually very few people at home, and the cleaners and live-in nanny had all undergone rigorous training and basically didn't make too much noise, not to mention that they had no way of coming up to the second floor where Fang Qianan was now without permission.
So, what exactly did Li Xiu mean by "very noisy" before hanging up the phone?
Why, he would say, should he comfort his girlfriend and ask her not to cry?
What Li Xiu heard... was crying?
A chill instantly penetrated Fang Qianan's back.
He shuddered and it took him a long time to calm down.
He was just about to call back to find Li Xiu to ask for clarification, but just as his fingertips were about to press the button, Fang Qianan uttered an irritable three-character classic, then threw the phone back next to the pillow and fell heavily back onto the bed.
"Don't think I'll really be scared by your weakness. Damn it, do you think I'm really that cowardly?"
Fang Qianan muttered to himself, deciding to treat Li Xiu's last words as a boring horror joke.
After this little incident, Fang Qianan didn't even have the heart to look at his phone and just wanted to go to sleep.
After turning off the lights, darkness enveloped the entire room.
Fang Qianan closed his eyes, and then...
["Woo… woo…"]
He found that he seemed to really...really heard crying.
A faint, almost imperceptible cry.
And once I noticed the sound, it seemed to become even more pronounced.
It was the sound of a woman crying.
Fang Qianan's breathing paused, and before his brain could react, his body had automatically pulled the quilt. Then he opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the crying came from.
The stars in the city are dim.
The light that shines into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows is the unique reddish light produced by urban light pollution.
Following this layer of red light, Fang Qianan clearly saw the faint shadow in the corner of the room.
A woman.
She was standing in a corner with her head bowed. Her long black hair hung down, obscuring her face. Only the sound of her crying could be heard from behind her dark, messy hair.
grass--
Fang Qianan looked at the shadow blankly.
After making sure that it was not an illusion, he hooked the quilt with trembling fingers, then held his breath and carefully pulled the quilt over his head.
He covered his head with the quilt.
In the shadow of the quilt, his mind was blank.
However, even such a high-quality silk quilt could not block the woman's incessant crying.
"Woo…"
"Wuwuwu…"
…
In fact, the crying sound became more and more obvious.
[etc--]
[The crying is getting louder?]
When you are frightened, your brain becomes dull.
It took Fang Qianan a while to realize what the increasingly obvious crying meant.
It was that shadow, approaching him.
He didn't know whether his fear caused poor peripheral blood circulation.
But he could indeed feel, at the same moment as the crying grew louder, a chill running down his spine.
"Woo…"
Even through the quilt, Fang Qianan could imagine how the woman walked slowly towards him on the bed with her head lowered, step by step.
Fang Qianan felt like he might be going crazy.
In extreme fear, he kept the quilt covering his head, his hands randomly reaching for the pillow. He still remembered that his cell phone was next to the pillow. If he had a cell phone, at least he could find a way to call for help.
Fang Qianan's fingertips suddenly touched something wet, cold, and sticky.
Thin, like twigs wrapped in wet plastic.
His movements suddenly stopped.
For a moment, Fang Qianan even felt that he had forgotten to breathe. He could not move, and his blood flow was frozen, and his nerve connections were completely broken.
The only part of his body that could move was probably his heartbeat.
His heart was pounding against his ribs like a bull.
Just at this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in the corner of Fang Qianan's eyes.
That was actually the light emitted by the phone screen that automatically lit up when it sensed someone. Fang Qianan, reflexively, opened his eyes in the direction of the light.
Then he saw the face.
Strictly speaking, it couldn't even be called a face, as there wasn't even a single layer of intact skin on her face. The skin that was still attached to the skull was a strange gray-purple, speckled with corpse spots, and at the jagged edges of the flesh lay pink bone, with muscles and fascia ripping out everywhere.
One of her eyeballs had been squeezed out of the eye socket and was hanging by nerves and blood vessels, dangling slightly at her jaw, while the other one looked severely deformed, with no white, or rather, the part that was originally the white of the eye had been covered with dense bloodshot and turned into a bruised red mass.
His pupils were grey and devoid of any light.
Her teeth could be clearly seen beneath her torn cheek, each one stained scarlet with blood.
["Woo… woo…"]
The crying sound came from between her teeth.
…
It tilted its head slightly, rested its head on the edge of the quilt, and stared at Fang Qianan inside the quilt.
Fang Qianan's hand was pressing on her dry, bleeding, cold palm.
*
"Ahhhhhhhhh—"
Fang Qianan let out a heart-wrenching scream, then jumped up from the bed.
In panic, he kept trying to hide at the foot of the bed, but accidentally fell off the bed to the ground. Although the wool carpet didn't hurt him, it finally brought him back to his senses.
It's a nightmare.
Fang Qianan sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the silence in the room, and finally came to his senses belatedly.
It turned out that I had fallen asleep a long time ago.
But I guess it was because I was thinking about Li Xiu's crying before going to bed that I had such a terrible dream.
"Depend on..."
Fang Qianan cursed in his heart, feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed.
When I stood up, I found that my whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
Although it was a nightmare, Fang Qianan still felt a little scared after waking up.
He tried to turn on the bedside lamp to calm himself down, but when he flipped the switch, the light didn't come on.
Fang Qianan was stunned. He tried the other lights in the room, but found no response.
"Are you kidding me?"
Fang Qianan felt bewildered. He had never thought that a power outage would happen in his own home.
thump thump——
thump thump——
thump thump——
After realizing the power outage, Fang Qianan's heart, which had finally calmed down, seemed to start beating faster again. An inexplicable uneasiness hit him again. Fang Qianan wiped the sweat off his forehead, put on his bathrobe, opened the door, and walked towards the outer door.
If it was the housekeeper, they should know where the flashlight or something like that is, right? Or maybe he could ask them to fix the circuit problem...
While thinking, Fang Qianan walked down the stairs.
There was also a power outage on the first floor. The vast space was shrouded in thick darkness. It seemed that even the darkness had weight, weighing heavily on Fang Qianan as he gradually walked into it.
Fang Qianan frowned at the stairs.
So strange.
He thought.
The first floor was still the one he was familiar with.
If there is a power outage, it is normal for the light to be dim.
But... a strong sense of uneasiness slowly emerged.
Turning his head, Fang Qianan suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a dim light coming from the kitchen on the first floor.
He hurried towards the kitchen, and after a few steps, he heard a regular "dong dong" sound coming from the kitchen. Then, Fang Qianan saw the little man who was busy in front of the sink with his back to him.
The man held a stone pestle in one hand and something that looked like a mortar with the other.
As her arms moved up and down, the sound Fang Qianan had heard before also rang out.
"Aunt Su?"
The moment he saw the other person, Fang Qianan instinctively thought that it was Aunt Su.
However, the next second he realized that Aunt Su was not that thin.
The person standing in the kitchen was not any of the Fang family's live-in nannies or housekeepers - she was an old woman Fang Qianan had never seen before.
The old woman had a hunched back and her hair had turned completely white.
As he pounded the mortar hard, his hands exposed outside his sleeves were covered with age spots, and under the dry skin, the blue veins were as obvious as earthworms.
At this point, Fang Qianan was finally able to see clearly what the old woman was crushing -
It's ashes.
Layer upon layer of urns were piled up beside the old man, each inlaid with an oval gray-white portrait of the deceased.
The old man opened the urns roughly and poured the grayish-white powder inside into the stone mortar at hand.
Human ashes are not all as fine as powder. Many of them are still chunks of bones. The elderly will be very careful and grind those large pieces of bones into powder bit by bit.
Fang Qianan's body was completely frozen in place.
The old woman seemed to be aware of the movement behind her. She tilted her head with a smile, and her voice was sharp and hoarse, and it sounded like a steel wire scratching the eardrum when it fell into the ears.
"Don't worry, don't worry, grandma knows you're hungry... Grandma will be ready soon, just eat well..."
As she spoke, the old woman turned around.
On the skinny and shriveled body, there is an upside-down face.
"Come, let's eat."
She smiled, her scarlet lips stretched where her forehead should have been, revealing her red gums and the darkness of her throat.
She reached out and grabbed a handful of ashes.
Then, he suddenly stretched out his arm, and was about to stuff the ashes directly into Fang Qianan's throat.
*
"Fuck fuck fuck—"
Fang Qianan screamed again and jumped up from the bed.
Although I didn't fall under the bed like in the previous dream, I still lay on the bed and retched for a long time because the memory of the dream was too vivid.
Fang Qianan curled up stiffly on the bed.
He stared blankly at the familiar furnishings in the room and waited for a long time in fear.
There are no female ghosts.
Of course, there is no such thing as a strange old woman pounding ashes.
Fang Qianan listened attentively for a long time, and seemed to be able to vaguely hear the subtle noises made by the housekeeper cleaning the house downstairs.
Having suffered quite a bit of shock, he finally relaxed his nerves a little.
"So what the hell is a nightmare and a dream within a dream?"
Fang Qianan felt that his whole body was wet, but he had no intention of getting out of bed to change his clothes.
Of course, because of the shadow left by the nightmare, he didn't dare to crawl into the quilt.
In desperation, Fang Qianan habitually picked up his mobile phone and took a look to find that everyone in the class group was still eagerly discussing Ouyang's affairs.
[How disgusting! This beast deserves death.]
[So he actually chose to end his life? That's too easy, isn't it?]
[Hahaha, this kind of thing should go to hell and be tortured.]
[It's okay. Even if he died, he probably wouldn't find peace.]
…
Fang Qianan stared at the various curses that kept jumping on the screen and felt a little upset.
In a daze, he didn't know which button his fingertips pressed. In a trance, Fang Qianan realized that his phone had automatically dialed a call.
Fortunately, the person on the phone was one of Fang Qianan's henchmen, what was his name...
Fang Qianan stared at the two words "Huangmao" on the business card, but he couldn't remember what his follower was called.
"Hmm?"
As a result, when Fang Qianan wanted to hang up, the call was already connected by the other end.
"Brother Fang? Damn, why did you call me suddenly?"
Huangmao's voice was full of ecstasy. It could be heard that he was extremely happy to receive Fang Qianan's call.
"Ah, nothing..."
Fang Qianan held the phone, actually not knowing what to say.
To be honest, he didn't even know how he made the call.
The yellow-haired man on the other end of the phone didn't seem to notice Fang Qianan's silence and continued to chatter away some meaningless words.
After a brief moment of distraction, Fang Qianan suddenly asked, "Can you recite the core values of socialism?"
"…"
Huangmao suddenly became quiet.
I guess everyone was dumbfounded by this unreasonable request.
At this time, Fang Qianan actually reacted - he was really crazy, and what he said was too weird.
He took a deep breath and sighed.
"never mind."
He was about to hang up.
But just before he was about to hang up the phone, Fang Qianan asked another question for some unknown reason.
"Hey, do you think there are any other sounds here besides me?"
Then, he heard Huangmao's answer.
"...Actually, I was about to say this just now, Mr. Fang, that woman over there is crying so loudly."