Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven Weird Diary

The handwriting on the diary is very childish, using a pencil, and the person who wrote the diary seems to be trembling, so even the words tremble.After reading a few pages, I regretted it. everything is over. Everything is really over. Inside and outside the overturned campervan, four people are still in the posture of falling. In my hand is the ancient painting that has been torn in two. After staying like this for a long time, Ni Niandie supported her body with her hands in a daze, and helped her mother out of the car, tears poured out of her big eyes like bead curtains uncontrollably.While crying, she smiled beautifully.

Uncle Ni walked to her side, hugged her, and comforted her softly: "You're saved, we don't have to run away anymore, you can live the life you want. My God, this day is finally here!" "Well, I'm going to take the college entrance examination. Study hard this year, and I still have a chance next year." Ni Niandie wiped away her tears. She has always been fascinated by the university campus. Although it was four years late, it was not too late.As long as there is no endless running for her life, she feels that life is perfect, and it seems that even the sky above her head has become different, which is unbelievably beautiful.

"Aye, thank you." She walked gently to my side, the expression on her face was not only joy but also gratitude, "If it wasn't for you, I might spend my whole life running for my life. It's great to meet you!" My nerves finally recovered a little bit from the high crisis just now, I scratched my head and said: "Don't thank me, I'm just helping myself. If I don't solve that thing, I will have a headache." "Thank you anyway." Ni Niandie kept thanking her without hearing it, and suddenly a blush flashed across her face, "Well, you said a few days ago that if you don't die, we will date. I..."

Obviously she took advantage of the fire to make me agree to a series of conditions, how did it become a date?I scratched my nose and decided not to pursue it. Who cares, anyway, this incident is over, it's too late to be happy, and it doesn't matter to be with her.The most important thing now is to contact Li Nuoyi and the guardian girl, and there are still many aftermath matters to deal with. Until now, I still have the feeling of being in a dream. Did I really save Ni Niandie's family? How long, how long, every time I watched the people around me die, every time I was powerless to save them.

At least this time, I succeeded!Three people survived because of me, this feeling, stuffed in my heart like cotton candy, soft and comfortable, I have the urge to cry. He took out his mobile phone and called Li Nuoyi to reassure them that he had already taken care of the troubles and would go back in a few days. By the way, he also told them my address. When he went back, of course he had promised to take Ni Niandie with him. After walking around all the places to play. Ni Niandie's home is near that section of the scary road, and he hasn't been back for eight years. That small villa doesn't look dirty and desolate.The blue paint on the surface is only slightly dulled.

However, it really is a high-end community. Since it was built by a well-known big real estate developer, the property management is also good. But the occupancy rate in the community does not seem to be very high even after eight years. Ni Niandie’s family bought a detached villa. The front and rear gardens combined are at least 400 square meters, but the garden belongs to four people. In this way, the beautiful and harmonious environment around is destroyed. Uncle and aunt opened the door and walked in, and the door made an unpleasant sound of "squeak". In the house that has not been lived in for eight years, there is a stuffy smell, which is very unpleasant.

Everyone tidied up three of the rooms on the second floor, sat in the kitchen for some simple meals, and then ate dinner happily.There is a warm atmosphere on the dining table, and even the incomplete lamp on the top of the dining table looks very comfortable. Is this the state of mind after a narrow escape? I have escaped from death countless times, but I have never been so peaceful and serene. "Xiaoye, you are a nice person. Do you want to marry my daughter? From now on, all my family property will belong to you. Your aunt and I are old and have escaped for so many years. We are exhausted. We should live a peaceful life and enjoy our old age That's it. The rest, let you young people do it yourself."

Uncle joked with a smile, but his expression didn't look like he was joking at all. "Dad!" Ni Niandie forcefully put the rice bowl on the table, her face flushed. I practiced Tai Chi calmly, pushing away this door-to-door marriage.Just kidding, there are already two powerful female evil stars beside me, and I don't want to add another one. Seeing that I turned around and refused, my uncle didn't say anything more, just kept laughing dryly. After a day of worry and fear, everyone was very tired, so before nine o'clock, everyone went to the room to rest.I live in a guest room, and until now, it is still difficult to calm down in my mind, and there is even an unreal feeling of cruelty.

Lying on a musty bed, tossing and turning.I looked out the window, the dirty window glass music can see the outside world.The moon climbed over the treetops, full moon.It's just that the full moon was so red as if it had been stained with blood, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I knocked three times, and before I could respond, Ni Niandie's voice came in. "A Ye, there's no need to get up and open the door. I just can't sleep, I just want to talk to you." She seemed to lean her back against the door, her crisp voice was as pleasant as ever, but there was a sense of loneliness in her voice, "Aye, tell me, have we really escaped from the threat of that thing?"

"Should have escaped. You were mainly affected by that painting. The painting was torn off, and the mysterious energy attached to the painting dissipated. You will be fine!" "Yeah, but there's one thing I can't figure out." She said softly, "Obviously it was a painting bought by my dad, but why does it haunt me? Anyone I touch will die? Besides, why can I only avoid it by constantly running away on the road? ?” "Who knows, after a while, I'll investigate the story behind the painting carefully, maybe I can find some clues." Even across a door, I can still imagine that the girl across the door is wearing cute pajamas, holding her chest with her hands, trembling uneasily.

"Anyway, I still feel uneasy. But since Ah Ye said it's okay, it should be true." After Ni Niandie finished speaking, she paused, and said again: "I am more energetic, and I will pour out my troubles to you, and I will feel very comfortable. Thank you for listening to my nagging. Go to bed early, good night." Just kidding, the girl's soft footsteps sounded from near to far, and finally disappeared without a trace. I turned over and leaned against the middle of the bed.This nearly two-meter-wide bed feels very spacious to sleep alone, but the mattress is too soft, and I am not used to it.I lay on my back, stretching my limbs vigorously, chewing on what Ni Niandie said just now. Why do Ni Niandie and I feel uneasy?Is there something I have overlooked, or is it that we care too much?The matter must be over, and there is no need to distinguish it. Judging from so many years of experience, the existence of the full stop can also be confirmed. Maybe it's because there is no sense of reality. As time goes by, after a few days, everyone will accept this fact. Go to sleep, take Ni Niandie to the amusement park tomorrow, and then go home.I hope that Li Nuoyi and the guardian girl did not destroy Chuncheng.I smiled wryly and vomited to myself, and when I thought of going back to face the two of them, my scalp would tingle. Turning over again, at this moment, I suddenly felt a hard object on the toe of my left foot.The object was small, and it was hidden in the mattress. I hesitated for a moment, got out of bed and checked curiously.The left side of the mattress was cut with a knife, and something seemed to be put in it.Stretching his hand in, he easily touched a book.When I took it out, it turned out to be an old diary. To be exact, it was half a diary.The second half of the diary was torn off. Frowning slightly, I looked around guiltily, and then laughed at myself.Are you still afraid of someone peeping?Whose diary is this?It's obviously a guest room, why hide a diary in the mattress is really illogical.Do you want to open it and have a look? Basically, I didn't struggle at all rationally, so I opened the diary with a smirk on my face, and the evil voyeuristic pleasure that grew deep in my heart was hard to control.Sure enough, as long as you are a human being, you will have evil thoughts more or less, and I am absolutely no exception. The self in the diary is very young and uses a pencil. The person who wrote the diary seems to be trembling, so the ligatures tremble too.After reading a few pages, I regretted it. Friday September 12th Today, I was raped by my brother. When my brother came back from playing ball, he saw me sleeping on the sofa in the living room, and suddenly rushed up and tore my clothes.I struggled desperately, but he slapped me with a slap, almost knocking me out.He pierced my lower body with something hard. I cried and begged, but he didn't do anything. Mother came back, and she was very angry when she saw the scene in the living room.She pulled my brother off of me and scolded him.After my brother went upstairs, she stared at me fiercely, her eyes were so scary, as if she wanted to eat me.I was naked, and something kept slipping out of my lower body. It was blood, my own blood. My mother seemed to think I was dirty, so she slapped me hard and cursed at me incomprehensibly.She said I was a slut, my mother was a slut, and the daughter I gave birth to was also a slut. Mom is still scary. The more my mother looked at me, the more unhappy she became. She finally kicked me off the sofa and ordered me to clean the living room.My lower body hurt like it was being torn apart. I held back the pain and found a piece of clothing to change into.Tears kept streaming down my face. Walking in the corridor on the second floor, the door of my brother's room suddenly opened. My brother smiled at me sullenly, making my hair stand on end. I didn't dare to tell my father about it, because my body was so painful that I didn't have dinner.Curled up in a corner of the room, covered his head with the quilt, feeling terrified and in pain. At night, they all fell asleep.There was a rustling sound from the door of the room. My brother secretly opened the door of my room with the spare key. The moonlight shone on his face like a demon.He rushed forward, covered my mouth that was about to scream, and began to tear my clothes again, and then stabbed my body with hard things. The excruciating pain made me cry. I stared at my brother's face with wide eyes and tears.He laughed a lot and seemed to be content to torment me. I don't know how long it took, ten minutes, a month, a year, or a century, he got up from me and left the room.I lay naked on the floor, my eyes blank. Why did such a thing happen, why did it happen to me.Why didn't his mother organize him! Because I'm not her own? Hate it!Hate it! In the room, there was a blood-red moon, and the slender and trembling words on the diary flowed into my eyes and into my mind.I couldn't help but trembled a bit.Whose diary is this? It seems that a very remarkable thing is recorded in it. My mind was a little confused, and I turned to the next page gently. Sunday, September 14th Early this morning, my brother threw himself on my bed. I didn't make a sound, and I had resigned myself to my fate.At this moment, the mother came in, she slapped her son, and then glared at me.She asked my brother to go to school, found a rope and hung me on the window sill, and whipped me vigorously with a belt. She was slapping me and laughing, her eyes were freezing cold. I bit my lip and kept silent.I just looked at her, silently. "Look at me. If you want to blame, blame your mother. You bitch, you are a bastard." She roared piercingly, "You seduced my man, and now you seduce my son, you really are a born slut." My mother beat me hard, but I didn't feel any pain.Numb, the heart made a broken sound. "Look again, if you dare to look at me again, I will gouge out your eyes." The woman I've called my mother for a year has a scowling look on her face. Yes, I am indeed not her daughter.The students in the class often talked about the bloody plots in movies and TV, saying that a man from a rich family hooked up with an ordinary girl, and the unknowing girl knew that the man had a family and a family after dating him or even having a child. No one in the class knew that I was the product of this bloody drama. My mother remarried a year ago, sent me to this home, and then left heartlessly.That was the first time I met my father. He was very kind to me and met my requirements.The person I want to call mom has a cold face, and it's always a cold face when I come here.There is a brother who is three years older than me at home, and he looks at me very strangely. My elder brother was ugly, with pimples all over his face that was blushing darkly, and there was always a vicious look in his small eyes.The whip was on me, and the woman tore off my already torn clothes, and then sprinkled salt on my wounds.I passed out from the pain. I didn't eat for a day, I was hungry and hurt, I gritted my teeth and kept a diary. This diary was bought for me on the way to this house by my uncle.Writing something with a pen seems to reduce the pain in my heart a lot. It's just that there is a hatred in my head, which has nowhere to spread. Is it really meaningful to survive?That woman abandoned me for herself, why did she give birth to me! why! The words written by the pencil became more and more scribbled, which made my heart ache.If what happened in the diary is real, then who is the owner of the diary?Could it be that something happened in this home? No, Ni Niandie's family has been on the run for eight years.I can feel the harmony between her and her parents, not to mention, she doesn't have any older brothers. Monday, September 19th The perverted mother and son abused me more and more. I'm afraid, I will be killed.The woman dismissed all the servants and stopped sending me to school.I was asked to do all the housework at home, and if something went wrong, they would burn me with the cigarette butt in their hand; if it was serious, they would drag me to the basement, tie me up, beat me up, and lock me up overnight. I thought my father would stop them after he knew what happened to me, but he just squatted in the garden silently smoking a cigarette without doing anything. I am desperate. If this continues, I will really die. I don't want to die, I don't want to die.Even if it has become like this, I still want to live.At least, I want revenge on everyone!Everyone who hurt me! So, I can't die. Those who want me to die, I have to let them die first. So I started to plan who should get rid of this family first.I thought about it all night and decided to kill the brother who raped me first.He's most defenseless when he's on top of me, the bastard who sneaks into my room every few days.His mother didn't stop him anymore, but just gave me a bottle of medicine, a bottle of contraceptive pills, and asked me to take it every day. Tonight, that bastard will come too. I secretly hid a small knife on my body, and deliberately annoyed the woman.After she beat me, she locked me in the basement as usual.Great, it's all in my plan. Sure enough, after eleven o'clock in the evening, the bastard sneaked into the basement.He unscrupulously untied the rope that bound me, then couldn't wait to tear off my clothes, and lay down on me. When he was completely off guard, I stabbed his heart through the back with the knife.This plan has been simulated in my mind countless times, and I went to the study to check a book called "Human Physiological Structure Map".Sure enough, when the knife stabbed in, the demon twitched a few times, and died without even making a sound. Blood splattered all over me, and I didn't have the slightest sense of fear of killing someone.I'm just very happy, a sense of excitement fills my brain, and it's terribly comfortable. Drag the body from the basement to the garden, and bury it in the hole I've already dug.I was excited all night, next, who should I kill? On Tuesday, September 20, the woman found her son missing and didn't care.Perhaps, she thought her son would go to school first.Dad is busy with work recently and is not at home.She went out in the morning and came home at noon, just in time, I had time to prepare for my plan. Rats have been rampant recently, and rat poison has been released near the community, and there is a burial site around the house.Although the embedding point is very hidden, the property has a sign to indicate where the rat poison is placed, so I used my business time to get some. The rat poison was crushed and mixed into lunch, and the woman was not poisoned after eating it. It seems that what was said on TV that the current improved rat poison is not too toxic to the human body is indeed true.Fortunately, I made two-handed preparations. The woman likes to take a bath after lunch, so she asked me to run the bath water.I put it away and added some ingredients.Recently, I have thought of many plans for the murder plan, but every time I make a plan, I realize that I know too little.Household items are all high-end products, and there are not many highly toxic ones, so I prepared a death plan for her. A wire was cut, plugged into a plug, and the live end I dropped into the water. The sadistic stepmother stepped into the bathtub with one foot, was suddenly shocked by the electric shock, and fell limply to the ground.It's a pity that the electric switch tripped immediately, and she couldn't be killed by the electric shock, but it doesn't matter, I have already planned the follow-up plan. I took a small hammer from the tool shed and squatted next to the woman's head.The woman finally opened her eyes and woke up. I smiled at her, deliberately letting her see the hammer in my hand. Her mouth, which was about to yell, immediately twitched knowingly, and her eyes were full of fear.Satisfied, I raised my hand vigorously and dropped the hammer on her forehead. One hammer, two hammers, three hammers... My anger disappeared a lot, and I felt a sense of enjoyment in my heart, which was extremely comfortable.The woman's eyes widened with reluctance to die, and the pupils were blood red.I hit her head like a deflated balloon. I didn't feel disgusted at all, but thought it was a work of art. A work of art made by myself. My whole body trembled, and the girl's heart had begun to gradually sink into darkness. Looking at this half of the diary, my mood keeps sinking.There was a chill all around me, making me shiver. It is not uncommon for a girl to kill her half-brother who raped her and her mother who abused her in name. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the world. Everyone who encounters this kind of thing is distorted in their hearts. Either commit suicide, or raise a knife and kill others.It's just that most of them are crimes of passion, but the owner of the diary, the girl of unknown age, has a sophisticated plan, and she is carrying it out step by step with humiliation. Her behavior makes it hard for me to comment.Because once a person's outlook on life and world view is distorted, it can never be reversed, and it will only become a hidden danger to society. I glanced out the window silently, the red moonlight was covered by clouds, and the earth became dark.Sighing, he moved his fingers and turned the diary to the next page. On Thursday, September 22nd I decided to kill Dad.For a whole year, although he loved me very much and never hurt me, I still decided to kill him.Because he clearly knew that I was raped by his son, and that his wife was torturing me, but he would just smoke silently, look at me silently, and then turn around and leave. If he doesn't do anything, it means that he acquiesced to his son's rape and his wife's torture to me, so I should kill him too. Dad is an adult and the strongest man in the family.Killing him requires a very precise plan, otherwise I will be in danger, so I thought for a long time, and finally thought of a way. Dad came back from a business trip this afternoon, holding a doll in his hand, the fur is very cute.He looked at me guiltily and gave me the doll.I was very happy, and just thinking about the plan to wait made me even happier. The woman was often away in the afternoon, and today was Thursday, so he didn't suspect anything.When I came home from work and was very tired, my father liked to drink a few sips of white wine.I obediently poured him a glass, he was also very tired today, so he drank the wine in one gulp. In fact, the sleeping pills found in the master bedroom were added to the bottle of wine, and the whole bottle was crushed and mixed into the white wine bottle.There is a white sediment all over the bottom of the bottle and I don't know if it will work or not.He took the initiative to pour wine for him, because he was afraid that his father would see the wine bottle, and he would be exposed in that way. Dad has no doubts, it's fine.The taste of baijiu perfectly masks the taste of sleeping pills, which is also very good.He took one sip after another, then passed out. I nodded with satisfaction.Originally, he thought that if he wouldn't faint, he would carry out the next step of the plan.It seems that there is no need. I tied up my father's hands and feet with a rope. I wanted to cut his neck with a knife, but when I saw the doll on the sofa, I couldn't do it again.So, I decided not to kill Dad. He dug a hole in the garden and moved him out with difficulty.Dad was so heavy, and my strength was so weak, it took me a long time to move him to the pit.Dad woke up, he didn't struggle, just looked at me quietly, his eyes were full of sadness. I pushed him into the pit and buried him alive. At night, sitting alone in a big empty house, I suddenly felt that something was missing.By the way, that woman, and only that woman, I can't forgive at all! Flipping through the thin diary word by word, I looked at it carefully, and it was a little shocking. Finally, the diary was turned to the last page of the first half, and the girl's handwriting in the diary began to become more and more scribbled.The handwriting has changed from trembling with fear before, to excitement in the middle, and finally to excitement now. Every diary entry is a process of human distortion. On the last page of the diary, the tone is as plain as ever.Just the content, yet absolutely astonishing. On Sunday, September 25, 200X, I made more than a dozen phone calls and finally tricked my remarried mother over.She didn't look happy to see me, her belly was protruding, she was wearing maternity clothes, this woman was pregnant. "Where's your dad? Didn't you say that he feels guilty about me and has a sum of money ready to give me?" The woman said to me coldly, impatiently. Perhaps because there was no one at home, she sat on the sofa casually.That location was exactly where I was first raped by Brother Devil. I wasn't angry at all, I was smiling. The woman glanced at me, "You are living a good life, you really entered the door of a rich family." "I'll go upstairs and ask Dad to come down." I went upstairs while talking.The woman nodded boredly and motioned me to hurry up.Compared with her own daughter, she really cared more about money. I went upstairs, came down quietly from the other side of the stairs, crept up behind her, and hit the back of her head with a hammer.She immediately lay softly on the sofa, I came to her front, and saw her eyes full of disbelief before she fell down. I found a pair of scissors from the kitchen and cut open the woman's stomach... She woke up from the pain, but couldn't make a sound.I covered her mouth with masking tape and bound her hands and feet. Where is the location of the uterus?Holding my father's "Human Physiological Structural Diagram" in my right hand, I managed to find the position of the uterus. Was he born here before?Looking at the bloody organs, I was a little excited.The uterus was cut open, a lot of blood flowed out of it, and a flat baby just took shape. If he can be born smoothly, he should be regarded as my half-brother. It's just that he has no chance yet. Looking up, the woman had already died of pain. I dumped the body in the basement with the man who had called himself a mother for a year.They used to fight to the death for a man, but now they are really dead, but they can lie down peacefully.It's really interesting. Tonight, I will be able to sleep soundly.But, how should I put it, my heart is actually a little empty. I think……