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Weeds are thriving, and the lawn of eight years ago no longer shows signs of what it once was. In the front garden, an apple tree stands alone in the right corner. It is said that there is a place where the dead are buried, the grass will grow vigorously, and the flowers will bloom brightly. It's just that I can't really measure which part of this meadow is greener.

After going around the front garden all the way to the back garden, I returned to the living room. Then decided to go to the basement to have a look. The basement of this villa is accessible from a small door in the garden. The door had been open, and for eight years, the stairs were drenched, moss-stained, slippery, and dirty. I didn't turn on the lights and pulled out my phone to light it. It felt like I was exploring an abandoned haunted building, and the red moonlight poured down overhead, carrying a gloomy coldness.

The basement of the villa is much the same throughout the country, with a maid's room, a laundry room, and a separate audiovisual room and toilet. This one is no exception. The basement floor is much dirtier than the above-ground buildings, and the dust and rainwater mix and give off a strong strange smell. I covered my mouth with my hands, it was the smell of rot, the smell of rotting wooden furniture. If you scan it, you can see that the wooden furniture that has been soaked in water is covered with fungi.

The girl in the diary must have been locked up in a room in the basement, and I went to the nanny's room to look at it, but there was no blood left. After all, in eight years, the floor has been covered with dirty wet mud, and the wallpaper on the wall is also mottled and drooping. I frowned, my heart moved, there were three sides of the nanny room where the wallpaper was lower than 1.5 meters, and there seemed to be traces of tearing, and I looked at it carefully, but finally shook my head.

There are so many things that can be explained by these tearing marks that they cannot be used as evidence. Since the girl in the diary killed everyone in the family, she should be the only one left in the family. I gritted my teeth and decided to sneak to Ni Niandie's parents' room to have a look, maybe I could find some clues.

Ignoring the dirty floor, he took off his shoes, put on his socks, and walked up to the second floor with as little pace as possible. The dim light in the hallway resembles a prophetic painting with a hidden murder agenda. I had some heart palpitations when I left. There was a bad premonition in my mind.

Finally, I came to the master bedroom. I gently pushed with my hand, and the door was unlocked, making a soft 'squeak' sound.

The room was very quiet, and Ni Niandie's parents were lying on the bed, covered with quilts, and slept soundly. Maybe it's been a long time since I've slept so soundly, and even the vigilance I used to have is gone.

I looked around the house to find pictures and other things to look at. Photographs should be a true record of everything about a family. It wasn't until now that I realized that my understanding of Ni Niandie's family was only limited to their verbal explanations. They live a life of running for their lives, and they can only survive by constantly driving on the road. Her father lost everything for his daughter and took her all over the country. It's enough to see how much I love her. And her mother was nervous, wooden, and her eyes were glazed. He didn't say a word during the day, just cooked silently. At night, he sleepwalks, his mouth is full of words he doesn't understand, and he constantly cries and apologizes to the air in front of him.

Putting aside the tragedy of escaping for her life and her mother, Ni Niandie's family is actually very good. At least in my opinion, it is much more perfectly united than many families, and even a perfect family to some extent.

It's just, is this family really as good as I see? Or is it the secrets hidden in the hearts of every member of the family or in the shadows that I don't know are the things that I have always been minding about?

Unfortunately, I still got nothing. Not a single photo could be found in the whole room, and the room was terribly quiet. It can be called dead silence.

Yes, dead silence!

A chill rushed from my vest to the top of my head, and I shivered. Why Dead Silence? There were still two people sleeping in the room, but I couldn't hear a single sound. Humans have a much heavier snort when they are asleep than when they are awake, and they must be able to hear it clearly in such a quiet night.

But I didn't hear the snort. The two people on the bed didn't breathe.

This discovery made me shudder and chill on the surface of my body. I forced myself to be quiet, calm down, suppressed my breathing, and walked step by step towards the bed where Ni Niandie's parents were sleeping.

The moonlight shone in through the window, and the two familiar faces looked a little hideous in the blood-red moonlight. They closed their eyes silently, as if they were dead.

I reached out my trembling hand and tested their breath with my fingers. No! I can't feel the warm air flow stirred up by breath on my fingers at all, 30 seconds, one minute, two minutes, three minutes.

Neither of them was breathing, and my scalp was numb and I stepped back and kept back. The panic in my heart had increased to the point that it was difficult to add, and my uncle and aunt, who had been traveling with me for their lives, died. When exactly did he die? Tonight? Or, in fact, they have always been just corpses!

I couldn't judge, my head was a mess, and I could only subconsciously retreat and retreat. I widened my eyes and suddenly felt that everything around me, even the air and the wooden floor through which I stepped on my socks, was eerie.

Either way, get out of the way first.

At this moment, his back suddenly touched a soft object.

The object made a voice like a silver bell: "Xiaoye, why are you in my parents' room?" ”

The familiar voice made me tense, and I slowly turned my head and said in a tone as little as possible to tremble, "The master bedroom door was not closed just now, and I closed it for them by the way." ”

"That's right." Ni Niandie looked at me with a smile, and the moonlight hit her face, making her face stained with a layer of blood: "I can't sleep, sit with me." ”

"But I'm a little sleepy." I pretended to yawn.

She held my hand unrelentingly, her soft hand was warm, but it was these hands that made me feel like I was falling into an ice cellar: "Go to my room and sit down, okay, just for a while!" ”

"Okay." I forced a smile and nodded. Things have developed to this point, and I have vaguely guessed something. But what I know, the delicate and innocent girl in front of me, is it really clear? Or, did she really realize!

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