Chapter 213 Do you want to stuff yourself in the closet
Lou Bin's eyes turned pale, and he felt his body walking into the room uncontrollably. The moment his body entered the door, the door slammed.
Light is no longer light, darkness will eventually swallow everything here.
The door closed, the light disappeared, and everything was like a dream. When darkness occupied this place, it was the time for the dream to wake up.
Lou Bin was in a daze, and then he realized that he had just thought it was light and hope, but it was actually a locker room.
Eight cabinets were neatly placed against both sides of the wall, each with a person's name written on it, and among these eight cabinets was one of Lou Bin's cabinets.
"Did you have hallucinations just now?"
Lou Bin remembered the scene he saw in front of the door just now, and the light seemed to be the light shining on his heart.
The laughter of the clown outside the door echoed throughout the second floor.
The fear that Lou Bin had just disappeared crawled out of his heart again, like millions of insects, slowly coming out of his heart and then crawling all over his body.
His whole body trembled, and his survival instinct drove Lou Bin to find a hidden place to hide.
Under the bed? No, no, no, it is too obvious, the wardrobe? It is still not possible, it is too small to get into it at all.
The fear in Lou Bin's heart rose and fell one after another with the laughter of the clown outside the door, as if in a sea full of waves, the rider was floating endlessly, and he had no idea where he would go ahead.
For a moment, Lou Bin actually stayed there, and his eyes began to get a little confused.
"Hehehehehehe—"
The laughter was getting closer, as if it was a big bad wolf that was forcing the little sheep.
"Click—"
The door handle was twisted from outside.
"I found you, I know you're inside."
The clown's sharp and hoarse voice came from outside.
Lou Bin's whole body trembled, and his eyes were completely occupied by fear.
"No, no, I'm not here, I'm not here, don't come over, don't come over."
The door handle is still turning, as if you want to break it directly and then break into the door.
"No, no, I don't want you to come in, don't, come in, I want to hide it, hide it where you can't find it."
Lou Bin's eyes were flustered and his face was
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The clothes on his body were already soaked in sweat, as if they came out of the water just now.
Lou Bin's eyes fell on his wardrobe, and the small wardrobe seemed to give him the greatest sense of security.
The iron door of the wardrobe opened and threw the work clothes he had changed out there.
"It seems a bit small, but it should be able to squeeze it out."
Lou Bin was almost crazy when he heard the sound of the door handle shaking. He just wanted to find a place where he could hide himself soon.
Lou Bin stuffed himself into his wardrobe, but when the iron door of the wardrobe closed, he clearly saw a clown with a strange crying face.
Lou Bin's eyes widened, his face full of incredible feelings, and he suddenly thought of a question.
"When he was on the first floor, the clown in front of him appeared quietly behind him, and he didn't need to open the door at all."
The iron door of the wardrobe slowly closed, as if I was saying goodbye to the world.
"Do you want to stuff yourself into the closet? Need help?"
The clown's hoarse and sharp voice rang in his ears.
"Bang--"
Lou Bin, who locked himself in the closet, felt dizzy.
The rotation stopped, and Lou Bin felt as if he was dragged out of the closet. The friction between the skin and the ground made him feel a pain.
If you endure it, you will get used to it.
"Hehehehe—I found you. As the person I caught for the second time, do you want to see what prizes I have brought to you?"
Lou Bin slowly opened his eyes and happened to see the clown's crying face.
"His face seems to be different from before."
In a daze, this was the idea that came to Lou Bin's mind.
Lou Bin kept howling in his heart, fear had occupied his heart, but he suddenly realized that he was powerless. No matter how hard he struggled, everything was futile, just as this body was no longer his own.
"This is the prize I bring to you."
The clown's sharp and hoarse voice rang again.
Lou Bin turned his godless eyes and slowly looked at the clown. The rusty kitchen knife in his hand seemed to emit a dangerous cold light.
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Is that knife prepared for me? It will definitely hurt when I cut it on my body."
Lou Bin wanted to open his mouth, but his body was no longer under his control, so he could only say these words to himself in his heart.
Lou Bin's eyes suddenly opened wide because he saw a familiar figure and walked out from behind the clown. The feeling was like a bolt from the blue.
"Xiaoying? No! Impossible?"
Lou Bin seemed to remember the cold and desperate eyes of the other party when he first met Lou Ying.
At this time, Lou Ying seemed to not know Lou Bin, her eyes were dull and despair.
The clown handed the rusty kitchen knife in his hand to Lou Ying, and then quietly said in her ear: "Go and enjoy happiness, don't deliberately suppress your inner desire, you long for death, you can feel the death
The pleasure brought by it. When your father kills your mother in front of you, what you think of is not fear or fear, but excitement, pleasure. You must admit that this is your best choice."
Lou Bin lay on the ground and looked at Lou Ying who was already holding the kitchen knife. Lou Ying, who was only five years old, looked particularly weird now.
"Did my father kill my mother?"
Lou Bin understood that the father and mother mentioned by the clown refer to Lou Ying's biological parents.
"So after she witnessed her biological father killing her biological mother, she escaped? Then she was picked up by my parents?"
Lou Bin saw Lou Ying carrying a kitchen knife walking towards him, and he was completely desperate.
When the blade touched the skin, a cold touch came from Lou Bin's chest. With the force of the blade, all Lou Bin could feel was pain, pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.
But Lou Bin could not resist at all, and he couldn't faint. He could only watch the rusty kitchen knife cut into his chest, then cut his belly, and bright red flowed out of the wound and gathered at Lou Bin's
Under the body.
"It turns out that the blood is sticky when touched."
Lou Bin suddenly had this idea for no reason.
I don’t know how long it took for me to come, but Lou Bin only felt like he had turned into a building block, and was then stuffed into the closet with force.
“It’s just right this time.”
Lou Bin looked at his body stuffed into the locker with satisfaction.