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After spitting out a piece of bone, the building manager put on his mask again and swayed away.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Wan Qiu let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose, and a strong stench penetrated his nose.

"This house stinks so much, it looks like someone has been dead for days."

He looked down at the trash can and shoe cabinet. They were very clean and there was nothing dirty inside, just some waste paper thrown away.

Wan Qiu unfolded the paper, which seemed to be torn from the diary.

"Today is the thirtieth day since I moved to 505. The door opposite me is a beautiful and gentle single mother. She often goes out to buy groceries at night. I can always meet her in the corridor when I get off the night shift."

"She is really beautiful, with smooth black hair. What's a little strange is that she always wears the same set of clothes, and she has a faint strange smell."

"I didn't pay attention at first, but just when it was getting dark, the landlord told me something."

"He said that the house opposite me that had been vacant for half a year was finally rented out, and I would have someone to keep me company in the future."

"I don't understand why there is a single mother living in an empty house. I can obviously hear the children's laughter every night, and the... stench emanating from that room is getting stronger and stronger."

"Stink?" Wan Qiu's mind raced: "The owner of the diary lives in 505, but this seems to be 506, which is the room opposite him?"

The faint light shone on Wan Qiu, and he saw footprints stained with "red mud" remaining on the cement floor of the living room.

"Is blood mixed with mud?" Wan Qiu slowly squatted down and looked forward along the footprints until a pair of pale legs appeared in his field of vision.

Without warning, those legs seemed to be in the living room.

Although Wan Qiu was mentally prepared in advance, he still sat down on the ground in shock. Moving his eyes upward, he saw a girl standing between the living room and the kitchen.

The girl was wearing black clothes. It seemed that she had not seen the sun for a long time, and her skin was frighteningly white.

Everything in the room was soaked with stench, and the girl was no exception. However, apart from the pungent odor, the girl seemed not to be much different from other normal children.

Her clothes were washed cleanly, her hair was braided into two cute little braids, and she had a strawberry bear stuffed doll in her arms.

"Mom, someone is coming in." The girl's voice was hoarse and dull. She seemed to be afraid of the people outside the house, so when she saw Wan Qiu, she immediately called her mother.

There was no light on in the kitchen, and the curtain was down, so you couldn't see what was inside.

After a while, another girl who looked four or five years old came out of the kitchen. She was holding three bowls and cried while saying, "Mom stopped talking and ignored me again."

He put the bowl on the table with difficulty. The stench on this child was more pungent than that on the child in the living room.

"Sister, let's eat." The little girl was very sensible. She wiped away her tears and ran to her sister first, then looked at Wan Qiu: "Would you like to come with me? The food my mother cooks is delicious!"

Boom!

The kitchen knife struck the chopping board hard, and the mother the two sisters said was really in the kitchen.

Wan Qiu used the fastest speed to sit at the table and was very obedient.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little scary. The sister holding the strawberry bear said nothing and lowered her head. The short sister was very lively and looked at Wanqiu from time to time.

"My name is Nannan, and she is my sister named Xianxian. We have lived here a long time ago, but now there are always bad people trying to drive us away, saying that this house does not belong to us." Nannan was a little angry. She grabbed her chopsticks and thought Want to talk to Wan Qiu: "Aren't you here to drive us away too?"

Shaking his head, Wan Qiu's eyes wandered between Nannan and Xianxian. He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

The sound of cooking rang out in the kitchen, and the pungent stench gradually gained a scent of vegetables.

Soon the kitchen curtain was opened and a plate of fried cabbage was brought out.

The spicy, sour and crisp cabbage is placed on a pure white plate, which is being held by five highly rotten fingers.

"I'll serve the food." Nannan was very active, ran to the door of the kitchen, and brought the food plate to the dining table.

The "mom" who was busy in the kitchen did not come out. The curtain fell and the five fingers disappeared into the darkness.

After heating the oil in the pot, "Mom" seemed to start cooking the second dish. Soon the aroma of meat spread, it was a meat dish.

After seeing the five rotten fingers sticking out of the kitchen, Wan Qiu's eyelids jumped wildly.

The strange stories turned out to be true. The mother of the two girls was dead, but in order not to be kicked out of the apartment building, her soul was still attached to the rotting corpse, cooking, washing clothes, and braiding the hair of the two girls every day.

The youngest daughter Nannan still doesn't understand death and still regards her mother as her mother; the eldest daughter Xianxian understands everything in her heart, but she is unwilling to leave because her mother is her mother.

The second dish will be ready soon. Wan Qiu is very stressed now, and ghosts keep flashing in his eyes.

From the third course onwards, everything takes off its bland exterior and becomes a death trap at every turn.

Wan Qiu saw various ways of death. The eldest daughter would serve the second dish, and then it would be his turn. If he passed by, he would be dragged into the kitchen and killed by his "mother" to make the third dish. ; If he doesn't go away, he will be killed by his sisters; if he runs away, "mother" will come out of the kitchen to chase him; if he doesn't run, he will be left here forever.

A drop of bloody tears flowed from her eyes. Wan Qiu held her head and did not dare to look at the kitchen.

The aroma of meat became rich, a plate of bright red meat was quickly prepared, and the plate was held out with rotten fingers.

The two girls became excited when they smelled the meat. The eldest daughter was about to go over, but Wan Qiu seemed to have made a sudden decision.

He walked ahead of his eldest daughter, his calves trembling, and came to the kitchen.

When Wan Qiu held the plate of meat with both hands, his courage was completely exhausted. There were blood and tears on his face, his legs were weak, and he slowly sat on the ground.

"You can't bully me...Mom, where is my mother..."

Countless tragic past events flashed through his mind, and Wan Qiu was frightened to death, but the only person willing to help him also disappeared.

His mind was blank now, and his body was not in control. He was scared, very scared, and felt like he was going to die.

After Wan Qiu finished speaking, the sound of cooking in the kitchen stopped. The eldest daughter Xianxian slowly raised her lowered head with a strange look on her face. The younger daughter jumped off the chair and came to Wan Qiu's side.

Wan Qiu, who was frightened and crying, felt someone walking towards him and curled up.

The little daughter with cute pigtails stretched out her hand. When Wan Qiu didn't respond, she whispered something toward the kitchen.

The kitchen curtain shook slightly, and five rotten fingers lifted it open, revealing a face completely covered by black hair.

The stench surged through the room, and Wan Qiu clearly saw a bloodshot eyeball through the gap in the black hair.

"Mother?"

A low growl came from the oppressive darkness, and the other arm holding the huge kitchen knife of the tricky mother slowly raised, and her eyes had completely turned into blood.

Wan Qiu's heart was beating very fast, and he closed his eyes tightly, but after waiting for a moment, he felt no pain.

Slowly opening his eyes, Wan Qiu saw his mother's five fingers gently touching his head.

"You can't compete with us for your mother, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell us." The little girl said in a mature adult tone.

Sitting back at the dinner table, Wan Qiu still had an unreal feeling. He could see death with his eyes, but things other than death rarely related to him.

Mother Wei came out with the third dish and looked at the mother and daughter who were starting to eat. Wan Qiu didn't pick up the chopsticks. He felt as if he had deceived Mother Wei.

"Actually, I came in from outside." Without telling a lie, Wan Qiu told Mother Wei and her two daughters all her experiences.

In Wan Qiu's unfortunate life, this was the first time he experienced the feeling of home. He even had the illusion that he treated his mother as a family member.

Perhaps because he has suffered too much evil, Wan Qiu will try his best to grab a little bit of good.

After learning that Wan Qiu's friend was missing in the building, her enthusiastic little daughter immediately said, "Let's go find Ba Po, she knows everything!"

"Be careful the building manager takes you away."

The elder sister glared at the younger sister, and the younger sister retorted unconvincingly: "How about we just arrest the building manager! There are so many people in our building, why are we afraid of him?"

"The building manager represents the flesh and blood fairy. You damn girl, you are just talking nonsense." The elder sister began to reprimand the younger sister.

"I saw the real face of the building manager before." Wan Qiu said weakly: "The building manager you are all afraid of seems to be a mouse, but it has eaten something secretly, so it has particularly scary things on its body. breath."

Wan Qiu didn't believe in ghosts and gods in his heart, because every time he was bullied, he kept praying, but no one helped him.

In his opinion, the world is so miserable. Even if there is a god, it is not his god.