But what Chu Ping didn't know was that just when he closed his eyes and waited for death, something suddenly moved in his arms. Just when the woman with the crack was about to swallow Chu Ping alive, the thing in Chu Ping's arms seemed to break through.
The butterfly bound by the cocoon suddenly appeared and blocked the gaping woman.
"If you don't want to die, hit her hard!"
A voice that didn't know where it came from suddenly appeared in Chu Ping's mind.
Chu Ping, who was already desperate and waiting for death, relied on his body's instinct to obey the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind.
He raised his hand, grabbed it, and then smashed it down hard.
With a "boom", everything became quiet.
"What's wrong?"
Chu Ping didn't know what happened at all. He just felt that when he raised his hand, he touched something, then he grabbed it hard, and then just like the voice said, he smashed it down hard.
"It seems like something was hit?"
Chu Ping slowly opened his eyes. The woman with the cleft who wanted to swallow him alive had disappeared, and everything around him became normal.
It was a fairly lively street, with pedestrians coming and going, and street lights on both sides of the road, but the eerie scene from before was nowhere to be found.
Chu Ping shook his head and looked around in disbelief. The people around him looked like they were looking at fools, which made Chu Ping feel that it was so real.
Chu Ping giggled. He had never thought that the world he lived in was so beautiful.
"Hey, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."
When his eyes moved to his hands, Chu Ping's originally smiling expression completely froze, and then turned into a look of mourning.
The reddish-brown cover seemed to be soaked in blood, making it look particularly strange and unpredictable. The four gilded words "Happiness Diary" on the side seemed to have touched Chu Ping's nerves, making him feel that everything was so unreal.
"Didn't I burn it?"
Chu Ping stared blankly at the "Happiness Diary" in his hand that should have turned into ashes long ago. The shock now was no less than the strange incident he had just experienced.
Chu Ping swallowed and hurriedly stuffed the diary into his arms, fearing that the strange things just now would appear again.
After arriving home, Chu Ping opened the diary. The pages that were originally only a little red now expanded to the size of a fingernail.
Chu Ping tried to wipe it with his hands, but the red mark could not be wiped off at all, and he even felt faintly
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The color is darker.
"What's happening here?"
Chu Ping remembered the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind when the woman with the cleft mouth was about to eat him alive.
"Is it talking?"
Chu Ping curiously picked up the diary and flipped it back and forth, but there was no change except for the extra red mark that was about the size of a fingernail.
"Ah hello?"
Chu Ping thought for a long time and decided to have a few words with the diary in his hand.
No reply.
"······Hello are you there?"
Still no reply.
"······Hello are you there?"
If outsiders saw Chu Ping like this, they would definitely think of him as a mental patient.
Chu Ping, who was a little impatient, threw the diary on the table, then took out a lighter from the drawer, pressed it twice, and a bright flame suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"If you don't speak, I will have to burn you again."
Chu Pingjie smiled strangely, looking like a pervert hiding in the women's toilet and peeping.
The dark wind blew by, and the flame in front of Chu Ping jumped for a moment, and then extinguished, as if someone had blown it out.
Chu Ping was startled by this weird scene, but now Chu Ping's ability to bear it was much stronger. After calming down for a while, he polished the lighter again.
"Come out, we should have a good talk."
Chu Ping put the lighter next to the diary, as if threatening the other party.
Another gust of cold wind blew by, and the flame on the lighter went out again. The only difference was that the diary on the table also moved.
The diary opened by itself, the pages turned, and stopped on a blank page. Then bloodshot eyes appeared and gradually spread to the entire blank page.
Chu Ping was shocked again by the sight in front of him.
"What the hell."
Chu Ping leaned over, and a few words slowly appeared on the bloodshot blank page.
"I don't want to care about you."
That tone was like that of a little girl having a bad temper.
After seeing a few words appearing on the page, Chu Ping was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly got angry, pointing at the diary on the table and yelling.
"You don't want to talk to me? You've been scaring me for so long, and you just said you don't want to talk to me. I still don't want to talk to you. Do you think you
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Who is it? Believe it or not, I burned you on fire?"
The pages of the book shook, and Chu Ping thought that the other party had given in, but he didn't know that two people appeared on it again.
"Do not believe!"
I wipe it!
Chu Ping's little temper was completely aroused, he polished the lighter again, and then looked vicious, as if he was approaching the beaming gray wolf.
The dark wind appeared again and the fire was extinguished again.
Chu Ping suddenly became furious and threw the lighter to the ground.
"I'm not afraid of fire, hehehe."
A sentence like this appeared on the blank page, and behind it was an expression with a tongue sticking out.
Chu Ping thought about it. He had clearly seen it burnt to ashes before, but now the diary appeared here intact, and he was still quarreling with himself.
Just thinking about it makes me angry.
Since I can't tell you anything, I won't say anything.
Adhering to this principle, Chu Ping raised his hand and closed the diary, and then walked towards the bedroom without looking back.
"Crash-"
The diary that Chu Ping had just closed was opened again, as if an invisible hand was vigorously turning the pages.
Chu Ping stopped, his face full of helplessness.
"If we have something to talk about, can we talk about it?"
"no."
Was rejected again.
Chu Ping sighed and closed the diary again.
"I'm going to bed first. I still have things to be busy with tomorrow."
Chu Ping stretched, then yawned, and then entered the bedroom. This time, no matter how the diary on the table was flipped, Chu Ping never looked back.
Chu Ping, who was lying on the bed, always felt as if he had overlooked something, but he couldn't remember what it was. Through the window, he looked out at the night sky. The hook-like moon was hidden in the clouds, flickering bright and dim, as if
It's a person blinking at himself...
"It seems...I shouldn't sleep..."
The color of blood eroded Chu Ping's dreams.
Chu Ping suddenly sat up from the bed, looking at everything that had been swallowed up by the blood, Chu Ping showed a look of surprise.
He remembered what he had forgotten before.
"This is her home court in the dream! How could I forget it?"
At this moment, the door was slowly pushed open, and the creaking sound was like a bomb being dropped in the silence.
