The motionless skeletons seemed to sense his gaze, and all of them turned their heads in unison, looking at him silently. The empty eye sockets without eyeballs, the black hole with only a hole in the nose, and the hideous mandible seemed to express some evil meaning to him. The smell of the room, with a strong smell of blood. The blood-colored red light seemed to ripple in a pool of blood, sparkling, and it made people's scalps tingle.

Zhang Simin finally couldn't help it, he screamed, and fled to the living room. When the sunset passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the normal glow of the red of the sunset shone on him, but he still couldn't suppress his heartbeat. But the warmth of the sun finally made him a little more comfortable, and his hands and feet were no longer cold.

He gulped in the living room air.

The father sitting on the sofa asked in surprise, "Simin, what's wrong with you?" ”

"There's a ghost in my room." Zhang Simin cried and shouted heartbreakingly.

Dad held the magazine's hand and paused, "How old are you, you still believe in superstitions like ghosts, ghosts, gods and gods, your dad and I have woken up when I was six years old." I told you to watch less horror movies in your daily life. ”

"But, there's a ghost in my room, really!" Zhang Simin's whole body was still trembling, and he pointed to the direction of his room with a trembling hand.

"How could it be. This is a new house, which was just bought by your parents with more than ten years of savings, and there are still 23 years of loan to repay. With such an expensive thing, even a developer would refuse to let the ghost run in casually. The father muttered meaningless things that his son didn't understand at all, and seemed to be very unhappy with his son's claim that his property had ghosts. He dropped the magazine, grabbed his son by the collar with his hand, and walked towards the bedroom, "Let's go and see what the ghost looks like." ”

"Don't!" Zhang Simin struggled desperately, "There are really ghosts, let's move out quickly, and we can live under the overpass tonight." ”

"Please respect your father's hard work for the first ten years and the next 23 years." Dad pulled him to the second bedroom regardless of it.

The door was open, and the setting sun shone through the window, shining on the dark wood floor. The curtains hanging on both sides of the window swayed slightly in the wind. The furniture in the house is simple and neat, and it can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it. Even the books on the shelves are neatly arranged, and it is very peaceful.

"Look, where are the ghosts? There's a ghost, show it to me. Dad said proudly.

Zhang Simin, who was trying to cover his eyes with his hands, heard this, so he carefully opened some small gaps between his ten fingers, and looked inside tremblingly. Suddenly, he let out a 'huh' sound. Sure enough, his bedroom returned to its original appearance. It looks like nothing to be scary at all, it's cosy and clean. Even the green paint, which has always been a whisper on the walls, seems so kind.

"Are you really too tired?" Zhang Simin muttered.

"Look, you're not allowed to watch horror in the future, let alone watch horror movies." Dad knocked him on the head and said, "Give me another irresponsible remark that there is a ghost in the house, beware of me beating you." It's not like you kid don't know how timid your mother is, you scared her, but the unfortunate one is poor dad and me. ”

"Got it." Zhang Simin touched the top of his aching head, very depressed, "I did my homework, you give me a hurry out." ”

He stood up and tried hard to push his father down the hallway. But when he just stretched out his hand and didn't touch his father's arm, he was stunned. The heart that had been calmed beat wildly again, and the cold kept crawling from the soles of his feet to his back, and he felt a layer of goosebumps all over his body, and the cold hairs stood up one by one in horror.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his son staring at him with astonished and even frightening eyes, the father reached out to touch his forehead.

Zhang Simin screamed in fright, as if his hands seemed to be crawling with dirty things, desperately dodging, and even sat down on the ground.

The father looked at his clean hands suspiciously, and then looked at his son who fell to the ground and desperately crawled away from him, puzzled, "What's wrong with you?" ”

As he spoke, he walked over again, ready to check what was wrong with his son.

"Don't come here!" Zhang Simin screamed even louder, as if his father wanted to kill him, as sharp as killing a pig, "Get out, get out." ”

Dad scratched his head and finally gave up moving on. He blinked, ready to leave his son's problem to his wife. As he left the room, he was at a loss for what to do, and could only whisper "Damn, dead boy, is it because of the rebellious disorder that everyone has in adolescence?" ”

Putting aside the question of whether Zhang Simin suffers from rebellious disorder, the reason for his fear is another factor. Because his vision clearly reflects his father's appearance.

No! The father in his eyes is not the father he remembered at all. The man in front of him had a terrible but familiar face, balding, white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, rolled lips, sparse buckteeth, and looked at him with resentment no matter what he said.

From that day on, Zhang Simin's eyes and his father's appearance became the graffiti of the old man who was originally drawn on the blackboard. It's been four days, and he's going crazy.

On the night of the fifth day, Zhang Siming tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep. He got up with his head tilted, barefoot, silently opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Pull open the cupboard and pull out a boning knife from the kitchen knife holder. His eyes were cold, and there was not the slightest expression on his face.

Gently coming to his parents' bedroom, he knocked on the door.

"Who?" Dad's voice rang out.

"Me." Zhang Siming replied, his voice was completely devoid of emotion.

", I know it's you kid. There are only 3 people in the family. There was the sound of my dad getting out of bed and putting on slippers in the room, "Why are you going to discuss life with your dad?" Speaking of which, your guy has been in a bit of an abnormal mood in the past few days, was he dumped by his girlfriend! ”

The father opened the door, only to see his son standing in the door with a kitchen knife in his hand. The knife in the son's hand was shiny, reflecting the light in the room, and it looked gloomy. His head didn't react for a moment.

said that it was too late, and the son had already raised the knife in his hand and slashed at his father. Zhang Siming's development is very good, only his father is half a head shorter, so he cut down with a knife, just cutting his father's neck.

The father's eyes widened, and he covered his neck with his hands in disbelief, and fresh blood gushed out from the gap that his fingers couldn't block, spraying his son's face.

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