"I'm back." The hoarse female voice sounded extremely scary at this time. Xiaocha opened the door and saw a square table in the center of the living room. A woman with disheveled hair was holding a few old photos and looking through them.
She was very thin. After hearing Xiaocha's words, she turned around to face Xiaocha. Her cheeks were sunken at this moment, making it look like a skull with a layer of human skin on its head.
"Mom, you haven't eaten well. I obviously hired someone to clean it regularly, but why are you still so dirty?" Xiaocha clenched her fists, feeling a little distressed after seeing her mother in such a horrible state.
The skinny woman turned around, smiled strangely, and said: "Xiaocha, those people you are looking for are all sick! Really sick! Just like your father, they all think that I am not a human being!" She said slowly
Walking towards Xiaocha, she stretched out her fleshless hand and touched Xiaocha's face, "Xiaocha is getting more and more beautiful, you look exactly like your mother when she was a child." She seemed to caress her cheek with some care, but
Her appearance made Xiaocha tremble all over, as if she was afraid
The next second, she changed her attitude and slapped her fair cheek, "No! You're not like me! You and your father look the same! You all think I'm not a human being, don't you! I...I
It's a human being! I'm a human being! You, you are just like that dead man of your father! I don't want to see you!" She stretched out her hands to grasp her hair that had not been washed for several days, and looked at Xiaocha with her eyes wide open.
"Mom..." Xiaocha took a step forward and wanted to take her hand to prevent her from hurting herself, but at this time the woman slapped her hand away and pointed Xiaocha towards the door of the villa.
He pushed hard and then shouted loudly: "You don't need to be pretentious! You are just like your father! You all look down on me! Leave! Leave now! I don't want to see you! Hahahahaha, I don't want to see you."
Xiaocha was pushed to the ground, tears of grievance couldn't help but flow down. Looking at the crazy woman in front of her, she could only smile helplessly.
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My poor Chacha...I feel sad...
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