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What has Xu Youan been doing for such a long time?

I sat at the tea table and took out my phone to search for a comic called "Ghost Doll".

Soon I found this work by Xu Youan.

The pen name is Right Bank, another homophonic pronunciation.

His comic style is quite reminiscent of Junji Ito, with black and white tones and a thrilling and suspenseful atmosphere.

The story of the haunted doll is simple.

It tells the story of a family that originally loved each other, a father, a mother, a sister, and a sister. After moving to a new house in the suburbs, they picked up a rag doll with a strange smile, and a horrific incident occurred.

Just like in the scary nursery rhyme.

Dad killed mom with an ax and buried her body in the garden.

The elder sister poisoned her father's rice to avenge her mother.

Dad killed his sister before he died.

In the end, my sister was left sitting alone in the garden. There was a rag doll at hand, and its weird smiling face turned into a crying face.

The comic ends here, leaving a tragic ending.

I touched my chin.

This comic seems to mirror the story of the Xu family.

But the Xu family has no sisters.

"Perhaps the sister in the comics is the incarnation of Xu You'an? The fact that the sister drugged my father means that he once resisted but failed."

"In the end, my sister was left alone at home."

"But the ghost dolls haven't disappeared."

"This is probably the reason why Xu Youan has been reluctant to go home for many years."

While I was thinking about it, there was finally movement outside.

The flashlight flickered, and the door to the courtyard was opened. Xu Zuoning sat in front with an expressionless face, followed by Shi Shi, a strong young man carrying a bucket.

"Sister Aning, you are finally back. You have been gone for so long, I thought something happened." I put down the phone and stood up.

"It's okay. I met him on the road and delayed a little time." Xu Zuoning tilted his head towards the stone, looking very unhappy and not appreciating the other person's help.

Shi Shi carried the water into the kitchen, and soon there was the sound of pouring water.

"By the way, your brother Mr. Xu went to look for you, didn't you guys meet him?"

"No, where is he looking for me?" Xu Zuoning was surprised.

"He said the well was behind the house."

Xu Zuoning's expression changed slightly and he said: "There used to be a well behind the house, but it has been no longer in use. He hasn't been back for many years, so I don't know."

"No wonder, he didn't find you and came back alone first."

"Why is the pot so hot? Who is boiling the water?" Xu Zuoning saw the smoking stove, walked over and opened the pot lid, and frowned when he saw the half pot of hot water.

"it's me."

At this time, Xu Youan came down from upstairs holding a large washbasin.

"I'll boil some hot water and wash up."

"After being away from home for so long, people have become more particular." Xu Zuoning said displeased.

"It's so cold in the mountains, you'll catch a cold if you use cold water." Xu You'an walked into the kitchen, put the basin on the stove, and prepared to fill it with hot water.

"Is your body so delicate?"

"Sister." Xu Youan looked at her helplessly, "She is my wife, you should be nicer to her."

"Who agreed?" Xu Zuoning said coldly, "Dad, did you agree? Who allowed you to do this!"

"I am an adult. I am free to marry whomever I want as my wife. Others have no right to interfere." Xu You'an held the water ladle firmly and said in a deep voice.

"free?"

Xu Zuoning smiled strangely.

"Who in this family can truly have freedom? Stop talking in your sleep!"

With that said, she walked out of the kitchen with a straight face.

"Brother You'an, Aning has been supporting the family by herself all these years. She has worked very hard and has resentment in her heart." Shitou put down the bucket and said, "You should be nicer to her."

"I know, so this time, I plan to take her with me."

"You want to take her away?" Shitou was stunned, "Does she agree?"

Xu Youan didn't explain too much, left the kitchen with a basin of hot water and hurried upstairs.

Shitou stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Xu Zuoning in the living room, his eyes full of complicated reluctance.

"Brother Xiaofeng, it's getting late. You should go to bed early. I'll treat you to tea tomorrow." Xu Zuoning smiled at me.

"good."

I stretched and walked upstairs.

"You can go too."

Xu Zuoning said coldly to Shi Shi.

"I'll stay with you," Shitou said humbly.

"No! I don't need anyone to accompany me!"

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

"What's the meaning?"

"Brother You'an said he would take you away."

Xu Zuoning was stunned for a moment.

"He really said that?"

"Yes, he told me personally in the kitchen just now." Shitou approached Xu Zuoning and looked deeply at her fair and delicate face.

"I know you have been wanting to leave these years. Now that you have the chance, you will definitely leave, right? I don't want to never see you again."

"I won't leave." Xu Zuoning returned to expressionless, "He won't leave either."

But before Shitou could be happy, he heard her say again.

"But that doesn't mean I will accept you. Even if I can't leave this home for the rest of my life, I still won't like you. Don't waste your time on me!"

"Aning."

Shitou collapsed, extremely injured.

"Go back and tell your mother, stop dreaming. Even if I die, I won't be able to tell her the secret of Camellia." Xu Zuoning snorted coldly, turned off the light in the living room, and went upstairs without looking back.

Shitou stood alone in the darkness for a while, lowered his head, and left silently like a ghost.

"What's the secret of Camellia?"

I heard their conversation at the corner of the second floor.

Seeing Xu Zuoning going upstairs, he quickly returned to his room.

There was a sound of a door closing next door.

Soon, the whole old house fell silent.

It seemed like everyone was asleep.

In the darkness, I gently opened the window.

His hands were holding on to the window frame, his feet were on the edge of the window, and most of his body was leaning out.

Then his hands groped upwards.

Suddenly, a thin, cold thing hung down.

hair!

The hairs on my arms suddenly stood up, and then I grabbed it upwards.

The mass of hair shrank very quickly, leaving only a few broken hairs between my fingers.

"You are so interested in me, I can't help but meet."

I took out the Vajra Crossbow and pointed it at the wall above the third floor window.

Whoosh.

Claws dug firmly into the wall.

I held the diamond rope with my hand, kicked the wall with my feet, and climbed up to the window on the third floor in a few steps.

The window was not closed tightly, so I slipped in through the gap in the middle.

Just leave the diamond rope outside for easy return.

The air in the house was damp and filled with the smell of decay.

I turned on the flashlight and turned the light to the lowest setting.

Although I had seen many horrific scenes, the situation in the house still made me feel numb.

A series of strange gray faces appeared in the dim light.

There are many rag dolls half human height hanging densely on the walls.

Each doll has hair that reaches to its feet, its eyes are two crookedly sewn buttons, and its mouth is sewn with red thread into the arc of a smile.

But that's not the weirdest thing.

Instead, each doll was strangled by its own long braid and hung on the wall.

It was as if he had hanged himself.