When Chu Ping heard this voice, his body shuddered involuntarily, as if it had touched his soul.
The kitchen door slowly opened, and a tall woman walked out of the kitchen.
Chu Ping looked up, trying to see the woman's appearance clearly, but the harder he tried to see clearly, the more blurry he felt the woman's appearance became.
"My dear, you came back a little late today. Did you work overtime?"
The woman was half-leaning against the door of the kitchen, and the apron she wore seemed to be stained with red marks, mottled like the sun shining through the leaves on the ground.
Chu Ping didn't know what was going on and didn't dare to answer. His body involuntarily retreated towards the door.
The woman's smile was as bright as a flower, and her slender legs slowly took a step forward.
"My dear, are you hungry? I have prepared something good for you."
The tip of his tongue gently licked his lips, the action seemed full of temptation.
A figure of a person seemed to appear in Chu Ping's mind, but he could never see clearly what that person looked like.
"This is your favorite cake."
The woman turned and went to the kitchen, then brought out a cake from nowhere and put it on the table.
The cake is red, so red that it is shocking.
When the cake was brought to the table, Chu Ping's heart seemed to skip a beat, and the memory hidden in his heart seemed to wake up at that moment.
"Cake? Why cake?"
Chu Ping vaguely felt that he had remembered something, but the picture in his mind only reached his eyes and became blurry again.
"Dear, have you forgotten?"
The woman's eyes are full of affection, as if she is looking at her most beloved thing.
"Forgot something?"
Chu Ping felt vaguely uneasy.
The wings of his nose twitched, and a thick smell of blood hit his nostrils.
Chu Ping glanced at the cake on the table, then turned to look at the kitchen, as if that was the scene of the crime.
"Today is my birthday."
A gentle smile appeared on the woman's face, and she took out a few white candles from the side.
"One stick, two sticks, three sticks..."
The woman slowly inserted the white candles on the cake. A red cake paired with white candles always gives people an inexplicable sense of horror.
Chu Ping watched motionless as the woman finished all this, as if everything in the room was prepared for him.
"Eighteen candles, my dear, you said that I will always be eighteen years old, right, so you always prepare eighteen candles for me on my birthday every year. My dear, you won't forget them all, right?
.”
The woman's lips slowly approached Chu Ping, but Chu Ping didn't have any charming thoughts in his heart at this time. He just wanted to leave here and leave this weird woman.
"Eighteen roots, eighteen roots..."
Chu Ping's heart became restless again, and the memories in his heart were like boiling water, constantly rolling, but Chu Ping could not remember what everything related in his memory was.
When the woman saw that Chu Ping was unmoved, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister aura radiated from her body. Immediately, the woman showed a kind smile again, as if the one just now was not her at all.
"Honey, eat this piece of cake."
The woman personally brought a piece of cake to Chu Ping's mouth. The smell of blood hit his face directly, and the bright red color seemed to be dripping from the cake, like a bloody rose about to bloom.
Just when the woman was about to open Chu Ping's mouth, there was a sudden sound from the door.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
The dull sound slowly echoed in the darkness, and then gradually appeared in the night.
The disturbed woman seemed a little angry, and the blood-red threads in her eyes began to slowly appear, like squirming earthworms, rolling there.
Chu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. He was thanking the person who knocked on the door at this time, otherwise he really didn't know how to deal with the woman in front of him.
"Why can't I even think of resisting in front of this woman?"
Chu Ping also imitated the woman's look and looked at the door. He vaguely felt that the person knocking on the door outside should be related to the figure that had pulled him out of the illusion several times before.
When the woman saw that the door no longer sounded, she ignored it and continued to look at Chu Ping. Her originally fierce eyes became gentle the moment she looked at Chu Ping.
"My dear, this is a cake I made for you."
The woman picked up a piece of cake with a fork, and then slowly stretched it out in front of Chu Ping. However, the direction of the fork did not seem to be aimed at his mouth, but towards his eyes.
As the fork slowly approached, the fork in front of Chu Ping also gradually enlarged.
Just when the fork was about to pierce Chu Ping's eyes, there was another knock on the door.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
The movement of the woman's hand stopped, and the bloodshot eyes started to boil again, as if she was annoyed with the person knocking on the door outside.
"Sister, why don't you go take a look first? Someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night. It must be a very important matter."
The woman seemed to understand Chu Ping's words, and then her black hair extended out, and then she came to the door.
The knocking on the door continued, as if he would not stop until someone opened the door.
The door handle turned and the door slowly opened a crack.
Chu Ping originally thought that the woman would go and open the door by himself, but who would have thought that she would actually cheat. This made Chu Ping, who was about to take the opportunity to escape, give up the idea.
But as the door opened, Chu Ping's heart began to speed up. He didn't know what was going on outside, and whether that person was trying to help him or be his enemy.
The door opened, and what came into view was a fat body. He was standing at the door holding a brazier, looking like an aggrieved child.
Chu Ping was stunned, and so was the woman. Neither of them had ever seen such a scene.
"I was asked to tell you that the rooftop is the exit."
The voice of the man holding the brazier was trembling, and it was hard to imagine what he had just experienced outside the door.
Chu Ping frowned, it was obvious that the man's words were addressed to himself.
But it’s okay if you can escape now.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping smiled bitterly. The woman pinched his neck with one hand, and the fork in the other hand was less than one centimeter away from Chu Ping's eyes. Now Chu Ping had reason to believe that as long as he was a little redundant,
action, then next, there will be one more corpse here.
After the man finished speaking, he didn't speak again, while the woman slowly turned her head to look at Chu Ping, like a wife waiting to give herself an explanation, and she was facing a man who had abandoned his wife and son and was looking for him.
The mistress's scumbag.
Chu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth. He never thought that he would be in a dilemma in this situation.
"Well, I won't go now. There are some things that I can't get out of here."
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