ban heartbeat in thriller

Chapter 42 From Hell (8)

After sending the two children back to their respective bedrooms, Mrs. Smith read a book for a while before falling asleep. After confirming that she was fast asleep, Zhao Yutang knocked on Eric's door lightly.

There was no sound when the wooden door opened. Eric stood quietly in blue checked pajamas. He didn't say a word, but looked at her with green eyes, as if he was thinking about her behavior just now.

Ignoring his unfriendly eyes, Zhao Yutang raised her hand, because she was too anxious to take the glass shards before, and her palm was accidentally cut, and blood was dripping down.

"Can you help me find the medicine cabinet?"

When his eyes touched the bright red blood, Eric's cat-like pupils dilated instantly. He licked his rosy lips and made a distinct swallowing sound.

Zhao Yutang: "..."

She suddenly remembered that Eric was only found a week after his mother was killed. During this period, he and his mother's body were locked in the house, and the house had long been cut off because of non-payment of utility bills. .

When he was extremely hungry and thirsty, he might have actually drank human blood.

Under Eric's guidance, Zhao Yutang found the medicine box and treated the wound bit by bit. During this time, Eric squatted beside her, staring at her with round eyes. His gaze was so focused that it made people uncomfortable.

"Eric,"

Zhao Yutang asked softly, "What do you want to do to that cat?"

Eric blinked and said in a childish voice, "Do what it did to mice."

To play, to hunt.

"Why do this?"

Eric didn't take it seriously, "Cats do this a lot, I want to see if it's funny."

Mrs. Smith had always thought that he didn't like cats. In fact, Eric paid a lot of attention to cats, but his thinking was completely wrong.

"Did you forget what I said this morning?"

Eric immediately said in surprise: "Does animals count?"

In his world, humans and animals are probably aliens to him. He even despises humans, let alone animals. The idea of ​​the weak and the strong doesn't work. Zhao Yutang's words during the day can't change his concept.

He listened, but how to do it was another matter.

After realizing this, Zhao Yutang smiled softly, her eyes were bent like crescent moons, which instantly made Eric widen his eyes and looked at her in confusion.

"why are you laughing?"

Zhao Yutang wrapped the bandage, "Are you a cat?"

Eric shook his head, "I'm human."

"Cats have cats' happiness, and you have your own happiness. Instead of experiencing cats' happiness, it is better to find your real interest."

She blinked, "Cats can find their own happiness, but you as a human being can't do it? That's too much of a failure."

The aggressive method is very useful for Eric. He is very strong in his bones. Hearing this, he began to think seriously, but what he wanted to do...

Zhao Yutang stood up, "Okay, it's time for us to sleep."

She was leaning on the door frame, wearing a light blue nightdress, her fair and slender neck was fully exposed in the night, the corridor was lit with dim sensor lights, but Eric's outstanding eyesight could even see the small mole on her collarbone clearly.

She is different from Mrs. Smith, and different from many people. She doesn't have long yellow hair, and she doesn't have deep eyes, but her eyes are watery, her face is soft, and there are many things hidden in her black eyes.

Eric's thoughts were pulled back by her, and he heard her soft voice.

"Eric, good night."

(End of this chapter)