Or is it the curse of that mysterious urban legend that I have never heard of, and the hidden places that I have not cleared up, if I am not careful, it will explode and be fulfilled on my body?

Andrew is fat, treacherous, and of low character, and such a person should be complex in theory. But the bastard's way of thinking has always been simple.

In fact, human beings attach great importance to whether they are smart or not, whether they are rational or not, and the gains and losses of interests, but they have never really understood it. Most people are usually rational in those trivial things, such as buying a dress, someone can spend a whole day on everything, from price to style to color, and then they don't buy it in the end. But in those decisive matters, they are often irrational, and when their minds are hot, decisions come down.

The reason why Andrew, the fat man, made friends with me was that he thought he could use me to make a fortune, but he didn't think that staying by my side would actually bring him a high risk of life again and again. As for the dead fat man's concept of love, it's even simpler, he wants to fall in love at first sight! But the guy who can fall in love with him at first sight is probably difficult to find all over the world.

Yesterday morning, after parting with me, he drove his family's dilapidated car back to the castle that had been repaired for a short time. The sprawling castle, though the last vestige of Andrew's prosperity, had long since become a burden to his family and a source of poverty. If it weren't for the fact that I stumbled upon Old Man Chen's nine-trick jade box at his house, I asked Yang Junfei to buy it for 100,000 euros, I'm afraid that the bastard's family would have been forced to sell the castle and be homeless. (For details, see Night Silence "Cannibal Mansion")

The fat man was hungry and tired, so he rummaged through some food in the refrigerator to satisfy his hunger, and lay down on the bed without rinsing his mouth to make up for sleep. He slept soundly, and when he woke up and opened his eyes, it was already past 2 p.m. He got up to cook lunch, and when he was done, he went out for a walk. Although I have experienced a night of horror and the woman I like is dead, the principle of a fat person is to eat well and sleep happily. The so-called horror and sadness, when his stomach is full, he will forget at the speed of light. This heartless personality may be the secret of his constant fart-free life by my side.

The whole afternoon was very ordinary, and he went to the grocery store to see his parents busy. After the family returned to the castle, my mother made a decent dinner. Andrew watched TV for half an hour, then went back to his room and played until 11 p.m. with his computer. Then the bastard got sleepy again, so he turned off the lights and went to sleep. If you have to sum up his life, today is very representative. Except for eating, sleeping, and loitering, there is basically no other constructive thing. In a nutshell, he is a pure ruffian, who eats and drinks and has all the unenterprising and lazy people at the bottom of the high-welfare state.

Andrew fell asleep quickly, and as soon as his head touched the pillow, his head immediately became confused. He sank into a dream, his mouth wide open and his snoring sound. I don't know how long I fell asleep, and in a daze, the fat man felt as if a pair of vicious eyes were watching him in his bedroom.

The guy was woken up by that sight. He felt the room be cold, and a strange atmosphere slowly flowed through the bedroom. It was as if there was an invisible serpent entrenched in the house, constantly tightening him, trying to strangle him to death in his sleep. Andrew shivered and lay motionless on the bed. His eyes rolled, but his pupils couldn't detect anything because the room was so dark.

I can't help but remember a horror show I saw a few days ago, the host once asked the audience in a mysterious tone in a low voice, have you experienced such an experience: you feel very tired after a tiring day. Fall asleep. But when you wake up in the middle of your sleep, you hear someone talking, but your limbs are numb and you can't move. I can't shout if I want to. In fact, this is a manifestation of human beings inadvertently separating their souls from their bodies. Someone has to wake you up or wake you up, or you'll just fall asleep in a vegetative state.

Andrew suddenly came to his senses, his limbs were indeed numb, and his whole body also showed signs of 'ghost pressing'. This guy thought that he had encountered the situation mentioned by the host, and he was almost terrified. But it didn't take long for the 'ghost press' phenomenon to be lifted. He immediately jumped out of bed and fumbled in the darkness to turn on and off the light.

The moment the bedroom light flickered, his wildly beating heart calmed down a little. The fat on his face was still trembling in waves, and you can imagine how scared Andrew was just now. He continued to breathe heavily, and the bright bedroom in his eyes became less familiar.

"Damn, whether I was dreaming or sleeping in a daze just now, it's terrible." He gasped, covered his heart, and slowly swept his gaze over the objects in the room. The bed was dirty, but dirty with its own character. The windows closed nicely, and the curtains hid the glass like a dead death. The clutter of objects on the desk was still in its rightful place, and everything seemed to be exactly the same as usual, unchanged.

But why was he scared to death in his room just now? Andrew has lived in this house in the castle since he was born and has never changed it in 22 years. It's strange that the familiar bedroom of death will make him creepy. Even though the room is now brightly lit, the feeling is still shallow.

Exactly, what has changed?

Andrew's eyes moved to the surface of the closet across the bed, his pupils shrinking. When did the wardrobe door open? He thought for a moment, last night before bed, his coat and so on were taken off on the ground at will, not to mention that he was sloppy and did not have a good habit of putting clothes in the closet. This kind of thing is usually cleaned up by his mother for him. But he clearly remembered that when he fell asleep, the cabinet door must have been closed well.

There seemed to be something in the open door. The exposed clothes shook slightly as if they were blown by the wind, but in the closed room, where did the wind come from!

Got a thief? Damn, what kind of thief is so stupid, he doesn't ask about it before stealing. His family has long been poor to the point that only this ancient castle remains. Andrew picked up a baseball bat from the side and tiptoed towards the closet. Shove the door of the other cabinet open, the baseball bat in his hand was about to fall, but when he suddenly saw the contents of the cabinet, the whole person was stunned. He yelled like a ghost, dropped his stick and rolled to the ground.

I saw a woman curled up in the closet, a woman with four big holes in her face, and a woman dripping with dark red blood.

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