Chu Ping threw aside the "Happiness Diary", which contained only one page.
It was already dark outside now. If it weren't for his unemployment, Chu Ping would have gone on a date with the goddess in his dream.
As for being deceived by the owner of the second-hand bookstall, Chu Ping didn't take it to heart. After all, he didn't have much loss, but he just felt a little uncomfortable.
"If you have anything to do, let's wait until daybreak to talk about it."
Chu Ping stretched, then picked up his phone and set an alarm for getting up early.
"There are two more interviews tomorrow. I hope I can meet a good boss."
The lights in the room went out, and the whole world gradually became quiet along with Chu Ping's beautiful wishes.
"My dear, today is your birthday."
My birthday?
After Chu Ping heard this voice, he was a little confused.
My birthday has already passed, how could it be my birthday?
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Chu Ping felt something was wrong, a woman's voice?
Why is there a woman in the house?
At this time, Chu Ping wanted to open his eyes to see who the other person was, but no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.
Not only the eyes, but also the mouth seemed to be stuck with something and could not be opened at all. Every time I wanted to speak, a purring sound would come from the mouth that could not be opened.
It sounds a little uncomfortable.
Only then did Chu Ping realize the horror of this matter.
Have you been kidnapped?
This was the first thought in Chu Ping's mind.
"Damn it, there must be a limit to a person's misfortune!"
When Chu Ping thought that he might have been kidnapped, Chu Ping's heart was racing. If Chu Ping hadn't been unable to speak now, he would have raised his middle finger to the sky and cursed God.
Chu Ping is still worried about what happened to the crazy woman on the No. 405 bus yesterday. How come he was kidnapped again the next day?
But then again, why did the other party want to kidnap me, and why didn't he give me an early warning because of his talent in predicting danger?
Human beings are most afraid of the unknown.
This sentence is talking about the current Chu Ping, who knows nothing about his current situation.
Because I know nothing, I am afraid.
If the other party is doing it for money, he may be disappointed. The money Chu Ping has saved in the past few years may not be as much as begging at the door.
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If the other party is for something else...
Chu Ping thought he was not too ugly, but it seemed a little irrational to commit a home invasion because of this.
What's more, the other party is still a woman.
"The voice sounds pretty good, but I don't know what it looks like."
Just when Chu Ping was thinking about it, the woman's voice sounded again.
"My dear, today is your birthday."
Chu Ping only felt that something was pushed in front of him.
"My dear, this is the cake I gave you. There are eighteen candles on it."
It turns out to be a cake, but what does eighteen candles mean?
Thinking of this, Chu Ping suddenly stiffened.
Birthday cake with eighteen candles.
Why are you so familiar...
Chu Ping thought of the "Happiness Diary" that was deceived by the old man at the second-hand bookstall.
It seems like the only content in that diary is this.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping couldn't help but start to doubt the authenticity of this place.
"Could it be that I think about it every day and dream about it at night?"
The sweet smell of cake entered Chu Ping's nose with his breath.
"Dear, why don't you speak?"
The woman's cold voice sounded again, and then something unknown was pressed against Chu Ping's face. The cold feeling instantly spread to the bone marrow. The originally stiff body also shivered slightly under the cold touch.
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"It looks like a knife..."
If Chu Ping could speak now, he would definitely scream for help like crazy. No matter whether it was in a dream or reality, it was more important to save his life first.
The woman's hand gently exerted force, and the cold touch was accompanied by a sharp sting that spread throughout the body.
Chu Ping felt that his face was cut by a knife, and warm liquid slowly flowed out from the stinging area.
Although it was just a small wound, the stinging feeling was like it was stabbed directly into his heart. Chu Ping wanted to scream, but his mouth that had been glued tightly sealed the place where his pain could be vented.
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At this time, Chu Ping was trembling all over. Because he couldn't shout out, he could only whine and scream, as if this could alleviate the pain that penetrated his bone marrow a little.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?"
The woman's voice no longer sounded as pleasant to Chu Ping's ears as before.
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Instead, he became a devil-like existence.
The coldness is still spreading, the stinging pain is still there, and the warm blood saturates the whole body along the wound.
"My dear, just be patient and you will become perfect soon."
The woman's cold laughter reached Chu Ping's ears, like a giant hammer hitting Chu Ping's mind.
God is so perfect, Chu Ping just wants to leave here now.
It's just that except for Chu Ping's hearing and touch, he is basically like a disabled person. His skin feels the pain left by the cold, like a thin blade cutting paper, one knife after another, constantly cutting.
Chu Ping was in agony, feeling that the cold knife had covered most of his body, as if his skin was being peeled off from his body.
"The cake is prepared for you, and so are the candles, 18, and 18 again. It was the same last year, and the year before last. It seems that it has always been like this since we met."
The woman's cold voice rang in Chu Ping's ears, and a faint smell of blood filled the surroundings.
"Why don't you speak? Do you hate me?"
There was a hint of resentment in the woman's coldness, as if Chu Ping was the one who started the chaos and finally gave up.
At this time, the woman seemed to be feeling something, and the movements of her hands slowed down slightly, but she was still mumbling: "Do you really hate me? Do you really hate me?"
Chu Ping couldn't open his eyes now, but from the woman's tone, he could tell what state she was in without even looking.
Only when the woman was lost in thought, Chu Ping suddenly felt that his eyes that were originally glued together showed signs of loosening.
Chu Ping knew that now was an opportunity, and he tried hard to open his eyes, take a good look at the woman in front of him, and take a look at what this place was like.
"Whether it's a dream or reality, I have to see it clearly!"
Due to excessive exertion, the eyelids began to feel a tearing pain, and dark red blood flowed from the slits of the eyes, blurring everything.
"It needs to be a little bigger."
Chu Ping continued to exert force, and the slits between his eyes, which were originally only as thick as a piece of paper, gradually began to grow larger, and strands of blood began to appear where they were originally sticky, like thin red threads, connecting the upper and lower eyelids.
Blood, eyes full of blood.
It's not a dazzling light, nor a complete darkness, but a blood-red color.
Everything in front of me was covered with blood, the woman, the table, the cake, and the 18 burning candles.
