Hearing this, Chu Ping felt a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
He glanced at the fat man secretly. Although the fat man's big face was hidden under the white mask, through the eye holes of the mask, his small mung bean-like eyes could still be seen, as if he were talking.
Remembering something.
"What kind of gaze is that..."
Chu Ping always felt that that kind of look was familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere.
"The scarlet eye behind the corridor door."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the fat man for a while. He was sure that that was the look that flashed in the fat man's eyes.
Chu Ping clearly remembered that on the way No. 10 led him to the association gate, he encountered the open door. He clearly saw a scarlet eye from inside, and the expression in that eye,
Like a wild beast waiting to be fed.
"Could this fat man be...?"
Chu Ping didn't dare to think about it. Although he had experienced a lot of things during this period, he still felt a little creepy about that kind of thing.
"I'm a little thirsty, can I have a sip of water?"
The fat man pinched his uncomfortable throat. His voice seemed hoarse because of the story just now, as if he had really merged into that story.
The fat man looked at the crying interviewer across from him and found that the other person had no intention of bringing him water, so he lowered his voice and murmured something in a low voice.
"It's really inhumane. When I pass the test, I will also turn you into mothers."
The fat man spoke in a very low voice, but Chu Ping heard it clearly.
Frowning, Chu Ping glanced at the fat man, and then moved his chair away from the fat man again.
"Go on, our time is precious too."
The speaker was No. 6, who was sitting opposite Chu Ping. His head was completely hidden in the darkness by his black hood.
Chu Ping looked up at No. 6 opposite him. He was a little confused. No. 6 felt like an ordinary person to Chu Ping. He didn't have the hidden secrets of No. 9 or No. 10 at all, or even the scar-faced No. 7.
The smell of a strange existence.
"What's going on? People in the Weird Tales Association should have weird things in their bodies. Why doesn't No. 6 have the aura of those things?"
As if feeling Chu Ping's gaze, No. 6, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly raised his head and met each other's eyes. Only then did Chu Ping see No. 6's mask hidden under his hood.
The mask was very ordinary, just like the person No. 6. There was no distinguishing feature at all, but the eyes were a bit unforgettable for Chu Ping. They were a pair of eyes full of white.
At this time, No. 6's eyes were staring at Chu Ping, as if he wanted to see Chu Ping through.
"It's rude to stare at someone all the time."
No. 6's voice sounded again, and it was obvious that he was blaming Chu Ping for looking at him just now.
Chu Ping felt an inexplicable feeling of fear from the bottom of his heart, his eyes wandered, and he no longer looked at each other.
"You give me a very different feeling. I'm actually looking forward to the story in your heart."
After being looked at by No. 6 for a while, Chu Ping always felt as if the other person's gaze could see through his heart.
"No. 6, please be quiet and let the newcomer continue."
The interviewer with a crying face stopped No. 6, and then looked at the fat man, but the look in his eyes became different.
"Then I will continue. On the day of my sixteenth birthday, the woman who took me out of the pigsty came to me with a birthday cake just like before. The only difference was that the cake was
There were sixteen candles, and the woman's temples began to turn gray.
I still remember the way the woman looked forward to happiness when she put the cake in front of me. I could see from her eyes that she loved me, just like the love Mummy Pig had for me.
So that day, I expressed my wish loudly in front of her.
I want her to become my mother.
That was the first time I saw her crying. Maybe she had been looking forward to this day for a long time. I don't know why she had such emotions. After all, I am so ugly, so fat, and I have no friends.
I heard other teachers in the welfare home say before that if you keep a pet for a long time, you will develop feelings for it, let alone a human being.
Maybe this is a woman's current psychology. Her feelings for me are like having a pet for nine years. She always has some feelings for me.
But I won't care about that, she will eventually become my real mother.
That day, I specially cleaned up an open space in the messy room. This was a place specially reserved for her. I put her there. My mother pig was lying on the ground in that posture, but it was different from the mother pig.
The same thing is that it can hum and chirp, but women can't.
I had seen how the man tied up Mummy Pig, so I tied up the woman in the same way, with her limbs unable to move at all, and her frightened eyes.
She didn't scream because she no longer had the ability to speak. Blood poured out from her mouth, and a broken tongue lay in a pool of blood beside her, like a corpse without warmth.
, quietly letting the blood spread from under its body."
When the fat man said this, his eyes as big as mung beans were filled with excitement, and red bloodshot eyes had already covered his eyes.
"That was the first time I saw so much blood. When a large amount of blood was stained on my skin, the warmth and burning was like lying in the arms of a mother pig.
I found that I liked that feeling.
I pierced the woman's skin with the knife, feeling her struggle when the sharp knife cut through her skin, looking at her panicked eyes, and watching the bright red blood flow out from where the tip of the knife penetrated.
I followed the example of a man and pierced the woman's body with the knife diagonally downward from her throat. Maybe it was my technique, or maybe the knife wasn't that sharp. The moment the knife pierced the skin,
It actually deviated from the previous track and pierced through the shoulder blade.
The bright blade was stained with red blood and looked so beautiful under the light in the room.
The woman's pupils dilated. She didn't seem to expect that I would do this. She kept wailing, but she made a sound. In the end, only a whining, indistinct sound came out of her mouth. I thought
She must be in pain.
But Mummy Pig shouldn't sound like this, so I stabbed the knife into her throat again, and the hot blood splashed onto my face like a fountain, dyeing everything in front of me red."
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