Glass man

flinched back.He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and carried Cheng Jiang out of the seat near the door in one go, closing the door with his knees.

Cheng Jiang's head, which had lost its support point, fell downwards, and his chin was raised upwards, looking pale under the reflection of the moonlight.

The girl seemed to realize something, this time she didn't get someone to walk her, and she walked home from the parking place not too far away, Shen Jiqing followed silently.This was the first time he hugged Cheng Jiang, but there was absolutely no charm or hesitation in it.

When he returned home and helped Cheng Jiang change into his pajamas on Cheng Jiang's bed, he just felt very sad.

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☆、chapter57

Cheng Jiang ran out of the house and looked along the street.

The small houses unique to Lengwan are lined up in a straight line, and all the buildings are exactly the same, with a six-story structure, transparent windows, and an eye exposed behind each window.He knew whose eyes it was.The abandoned daughter exhausted all her courage and refused to explicitly seek help from her failed father, preferring to wither in that rainy winter and never have a life again.

But he wants to get her back.

Please give me one more chance.Please give me another chance, I will keep you.

He started to run.

He crossed the long road, trying to get to the building he remembered.

The road spread out in front of him, with a door buried in the middle.He pushed open the door and rushed into the room, but there was no one there.A small fingerprint on the window indicated that someone had been there but had left long ago.He turned his head and looked around, suddenly realizing that this was not the house where he and Cynthia lived.

It was a long time before that, when he and Little Chandler were together—

Outside the transparent blue window panes of the rental house is an upside-down house, as if growing in the sky.The rug curls up like a caterpillar, giving the room a curly, wavy look.He fell to the ground, lost his body suddenly, floated in the vacuum, stumbling around in the small room, but didn't know what he was looking for.

From the corner emerged a slender gray shadow that split through him, congealing into an unreal silhouette in front of the boxy door.

No, no, really, don't go.

The shadows did stop, but the walls of the room began to shrink.The furniture opened and closed, and he was pressed against the corner by an empty vase. He watched the shadow move again and disappeared into the doorway, making a loud noise of being crushed.

The twisted walls relaxed and stretched back to their original shape, saving him from being trapped to death in this place.

All the furnishings in the house were gone, the walls were smooth and freshly painted.

He rushed to the door, and a thin piece of photo paper floated down from the door frame. On it, a woman with long hair and shawl hugged the boy and smiled.

He knelt down to look at it carefully, but the woman's face was covered with fog.She nodded to him in the photo, turned around slowly, and the paper was immediately empty.The woman's skirt was embroidered with gold lace, and the outline of the box was rubbed aside, and she followed her up the street again and again, and settled down on the ground of the coach.Cheng Jiang sat with her, looking at a man in a white shirt standing under the license plate outside, with a frightened young face above his collar.

When the wheels turned, he ran after him as if he had reacted. After running for two steps, he seemed to have truly reacted. He staggered to a stop and fixedly looked at the direction where the rear of the car disappeared.

Don't leave me here alone, Mom.

Can you take me with you?

please.please……

You are always blaming me.

But you never taught me how to live.

The picture returns to the woman's walking pace, she walked into the starting car again and again, the young man's face flashed out of the window again and again, and he flinched behind the car again and again.The place where his white shirt covered his ribs cracked a red and black line, which deepened every time, and finally collapsed, leaving only half of his body.The young man stood blankly, his intact white shirt fluttering in the wind, clearly showing his body structure: from his legs merged into a thin bone and stretched out to the chest cavity, there was no other skeleton in the middle, no flesh and blood.

He reached into his clothes with both hands, held the bone tightly, and took out a bloody thing that had been half blown up from it, looked at it for a long time, and hung it back carefully.

His face looked younger, his whole figure smaller.

He turned around and walked, dragging a long bloodstain on the ground.Long gray shadows floated across from him, intertwined and giving color to the whole landscape.He reached out to grab them indiscriminately, managed to catch one, and at the same time tore off the shirt covering his broken body, and wrapped the shadow tightly around his empty body.

He knelt down on the ground, staring in the direction of the long-distance car with wide-open black eyes, panting helplessly in the pain and emptiness, but thought that he was regenerating flesh and blood.

will you stayCan you replace her?

The shadow tightened on his body, and then pulled away without hesitation.There were soft thorns growing on it, but when it slipped away from him, it branched out, revealing the barbs underneath, and snatched away the half-remaining heart, leaving it on the side of the road like a shoe.

A bone that had been clean was scraped bloody, he lowered his head, and saw a delicate flower slowly growing from the crack of his blood-stained bone, with clear daffodil-colored petals, as if he didn't know where he came from. Where have I seen the nameless wild flowers all over the mountains and plains.

He knew it was a flower that was bound to fail.

Flowers want to come out, spread out along the marrow of his bones where his freshly cracked wounds are.It crawled across his wound innocently, making him speechless in pain, but only this flower could give him a little comfort.He loves it and hates it, loves it and fears it.

He knew the flesh and self-righteous stuffing had been torn away long ago, and so was it.Everything is the same.He was born weak, and now he has been cut so that he can't shed a single tear.

You will go too, I know.Just like them.

He dressed and covered the empty place with the flowers, unwilling to look at it again.The flowers and leaves were forcibly dragged back into the shadows, and he let them wither for lack of sun and rain.Dewdrops flowed from the stems and leaves, and slowly flowed over his scabbed body, like endless tears.

He entered the night of unknown length, and suddenly his heart was shocked, he opened his clothes, saw the root of the flower died in his bones, and felt overwhelmed with pain.

It was perhaps the only misfortune that he had ever had a chance to avoid in his long and painful life.

He hastily covered the wreckage and walked alone on the railroad tracks.The air was filled with the foggy smell of alcohol, which made him suddenly feel no pain as he walked step by step.He knew they were still there, growing in his own body, but he couldn't feel them for a while.

He walked faster and faster, chasing the moon hanging high in front of him without stopping, and the latter gave him vague sympathy.The moonlight was like water, and his body bathed in it irresistibly melted little by little, and the maroon color melted all the way along the railroad track.

But he clearly saw a flower standing in the light, a flower exactly like the one he had.He tried to run towards it, but the blood had run out, and he fell to the side of the road and disappeared on the surface.The petals were brightly illuminated by the headlights of the slowly moving train, just as wide as his original one, and then completely shattered under the wheel.

He did not know whom to entreat, but pleaded in vain.

please.return.If I had told you, if you knew how much you meant to me, wouldn't you have left?

A shadow suddenly reappeared at the place where the flower was crushed.Daughter stuck in the end of time turned around in the tunnel.It is impossible for her to look like him, but under the scattered lights, her face is gradually overlapping with the face of the young man before.

Cynthia said, "I know."

Does she know?

The screen suddenly reverses back to S going to the coast next to the new wall.Her blue eyes shone coldly: I had a lot of unrealistic thoughts before.When I was young, I would tell myself that you had difficulties and fantasize that you loved me.

It was you who didn't want me first.

I will not go with you.

Her blue eyes softened and watered.Without a sound, he saw her mouth: Joey!She stumbled towards the direction of the new wall, and he saw her crying and running towards him, then knelt down on the ground again.Is that really Cynthia?Or was she just a part of his fantasy?

He is melted.Drop by drop fell to the ground, and only when he was in mid-air could he barely see.

He saw the dilapidated living room, the family portrait without the frame, and the winding staircase with no end.He had changed homes before struggling to crawl out of his rotting place, none more like a home than this one.Here are things he never dared to think about, the hope hidden behind the moon, and a person who finally got rid of the shadow and the fog.

That person came out of those black places and walked to a high place. Cheng Jiang raised his face and watched him unfold his body, and he turned into the sky.

He didn't know what he had done, but he knew he would forgive him.

He knew that he was a weak, mediocre, sinful person, not worthy of resentment, and unworthy of being loved.Mom is right.Mom is always right: only Lengwan can contain him, only Lengwan belongs to him.He can't escape, he deserves to live in guilt all his life, and he deserves no right to happiness.

But he wants to be forgiven.He wanted to hold himself together, to regain a body.He fought in vain.

Why is the sky crying?

When he stretched out his hand, he felt warm liquid flowing through his fingertips, like his incomplete, liquid self before.He blinked, but the light suddenly disappeared, and the sky was black.It's not the sky, it's the ceiling.The black ceiling of his own room.

Then Cheng Jiang's sense of touch returned, and he realized that there was another person beside him.

The man was kneeling on the edge of the bed, one hand round his back, the other on his chest, his forehead pressed against his chin, in a gesture that was both weeping and protective.He suddenly felt that he was completely safe at this moment.

Cheng Jiang slightly raised his unpressed hand and placed it on Shen Jiqing's back, where there was a tremor like an electric shock.He felt strangely that at this moment they seemed to be connected together, like those abstract sculptures that Cheng Jiang could never understand, with strange shapes but often profound meanings.Shen Jiqing didn't look up, maybe he knew that he just woke up, or maybe he didn't, because his movements continued stiffly.The movements of the two were equally stiff, sticking tightly together, like two warm corpses.

"Ji Qing," Cheng Jiang said hoarsely after a long time, "Did you cry?"

No one answered him.He lay there, quietly listening to the echoes from the ceiling.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized with relief that he might finally be mad.

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☆、chapter58

For multiple reasons, Shen Jiqing was unwilling to admit that Cheng Jiang was almost insane.Although Cheng Jiang himself has admitted this - when he is sober occasionally.

He was mentally unstable, and Shen Jiqing didn't dare to let him out again, so picking up Cynthia became his daily job.

Today Cheng Yue has to open the door by herself.

Shen Jiqing lifted her up slightly, asked her to insert the key into the keyhole, took her hand, and helped her turn it around twice, and the door opened with a sound.It gets dark very early in winter, and the first floor is gloomy with no headlights turned on.He reached out and turned on the light in the living room, and habitually glanced in the direction of the sofa, and Cheng Jiang was indeed sitting there.

He was sitting on the floor with his hands on the ground, his shoulders raised, and he was calmly looking at a small round night light that was still on in front of him. Next to him was a coffee table with an empty glass and several empty bowls on it. Keep a used spoon lying around.Shen Jiqing quickly walked to him and sat down, turned off the night light that was still bright under the illumination of the headlight and put it aside.His voice was very soft, but Cheng Jiang still turned his head towards him, his eyes followed Shen Jiqing's movements a few times, and then fell down again, as if closing his eyes slightly.

"How are you today?" He asked, but Cheng Jiang didn't respond, so he asked again.Cheng Jiang made a move, and he stretched out his hand knowingly, letting Cheng Jiang curl his fingers in his palm, and pinched lightly on the phalanx between the index finger and middle finger on the back of his hand.

This meant that he heard it, but he couldn't answer it for the time being.

Shen Jiqing turned her hands over carefully, covering Cheng Jiang's fingers completely.Maybe it was because of the addition of "care", he often touched Cheng Jiang quietly when his mind was not clear.These are all harmless little actions, and Cheng Jiang won't know about them, but they always bring him a little bit of painful satisfaction.

Cheng Jiang didn't know what he was thinking now, his pulse beat terribly fast.He grabbed Cheng Jiang's wrist to make sure again, before he began to take measures, reaching out to touch his neck.He pulled Cheng Jiang into his arms, found the most pulsating part, and slowly pressed on the cervical spine with three fingers, stopped after a few seconds, and repeated.When he was grabbed by the neck, Cheng Jiang trembled violently like a dying cat. After Shen Jiqing pressed it four or five times, he slowly relaxed, and his heart rate became much more normal.He started to cough, and then grabbed Shen Jiqing's other hand that was still near his wrist very hard.

"Are you back?" he asked quietly.

Since Cheng Jiang had a nervous breakdown on the road that day, his state has completely lost control.

In the past, he was at most absent-minded, but in the past ten days, when he was completely clear and normal every day, he had even begun to lose his regularity.Shen Jiqing initially wanted to take him to the hospital to see a psychologist, but Cheng Jiang insisted that doctors would not be useful to his case, and asked him why, and he stopped talking.Shen Jiqing was reluctant to persecute him, and besides, he himself didn't like psychiatrists, and subjectively felt that they had no positive effect.However, he also knew that after the trigger of the hysterical attack disappeared, it was possible to recover naturally, but that would require professional guidance and treatment.

He is going to observe and observe first.

If it is really bad all the time, then you have to go to the hospital anyway: a mental hospital.

At this time, Cheng Jiang's panic attack had been going on day and night, so Shen Jiqing didn't dare to let him go to work again, but coaxed him to write a sick leave instruction and a sick leave note, and took sick leave for him.His own annual leave was only five days, and he was worried that Cheng Jiang would stay at home alone, so he hired a caregiver to take care of him.

At first Cheng Jiang thought it was just another hallucination, and it took two days to realize that there was indeed an extra person in the house during the day, and he expressed extreme resistance to this, even hiding in the closet for a whole day, so he gave up later.

Fortunately, his situation has not gotten out of control to the point where he cannot stay at home by himself.

According to the caregiver, he didn't have mania-like symptoms, but just liked to sit in the same place for a long time.He really can't tell the difference between hallucinations and reality, but he still retains the basic ability to take care of himself.Shen Jiqing will help him prepare food and water in batches every morning.

In order to fear that Cheng Jiang would hurt herself, Shen Jiqing nervously wrapped all the corners with cloth.But later he found out that Cheng Jiang liked to stay where the lights were on, so he bought a small night light and put it on the empty floor of the living room.

Wherever the small lamp is placed, Cheng Jiang will indeed stay there for most of the day, obeying the weird "phototaxis".

Of course, Cheng Jiang will only follow the "phototaxis" when he is completely insane, and he will still wander around the room when he is a little more awake.In the middle of the night, he often came out of the room by himself and wandered around the house, but he couldn't find the room by himself.

At this time, as long as Shen Jiqing is awake, like most times in the past, he will quietly walk over and carry the puppet-like Cheng Jiang back to the second floor.

Sometimes when others take Cheng Yue home and turn on the light, they can see Cheng Jiang standing at the stairs like a ghost, sometimes making him dazed.He would think that when he was still a teenager, the person hiding at home, delirious, and afraid of strangers was still Liu Jiangyin.

Of course Cheng Jiang and Liu Jiangyin are different.

Cheng Jiang himself didn't count it specifically, but he felt that he actually existed in Shen Jiqing's house for about six or seven hours a day.

At other times, his mind was running wild, sometimes in Cold Bay, sometimes in other places based entirely on his fantasies—places that also tended to breed from the circumstances of his first 21 years of life.

The time when he returned to the normal world was irregular, sometimes at night, when Shen Jiqing had brought Cynthia home, he knew that he was absolutely safe.

But if he comes back by himself during the day when there is no one else at home, he will continue to write his story as long as possible, and hope to finish it at least.

However, because his thinking is often fragmented, the following stories are also intermittent, and he can barely see the general plot direction.

He didn't want it either, but he really seemed to be anticlimactic.

The crazy woman's body has been largely preserved since it was picked up, but she had been soaked in the water for several hours at that time, her body was swollen and blue, and she was no longer human.As the shroud was lifted, Diana noticed that the madman's cloudy, blistered eyes were staring lifelessly, and would not close anyway.Her messy black hair stuck to her face in a mess, making her look even more terrifying, like a water ghost that would get up at any time and take her life.

Diana said to cover the cloth.Cover the cloth, I don't know her.How can I know her?

No one knew she had killed the madman.The lunatic was going to kill her without knowing why, but now he is more likely to come to her and demand his life.She almost had a seizure in her panic, staggered and almost fell towards the corpse, and finally her younger sister gave her a hand.When a police officer wanted to ask questions, she yelled frantically:

"Let them go, don't let me look at her, she's going to kill me! She's going to kill me... Luna! Luna!"

……

Diana's aftermath had happened for two weeks, and she couldn't recover from it.Her recollection of that dreadful night was very vague, but some of its details were vivid.She still clearly remembers the mad woman's fallen posture, with her hands stretched out in the air, trying in vain to grab something.After she fell completely face down in the water, bubbles appeared from the part below her head, and she twisted her hands and feet and struggled a few times before she stopped moving.Diana thought she had seen the specific process of her going from wobbling to freezing, but in fact she also fell on the edge of the forest halfway. Many details in the story were fabricated by herself in panic.

She couldn't help but think of the pair of eyes that couldn't rest in peace on the dead body of the mad woman.The eyes were enormous, pale amber in color, distorted only by swelling.She thought those eyes were very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before.She must have seen it somewhere, but she forgot.This is a fatal thing.

While she was thinking anxiously, the silk fabric under her hands had deviated from the original stitching, and the sharp needles of the sewing machine left a series of fine stitches on the place that should have been bright and smooth.When she was operating the machine, she was already troubled by using her left hand. At this time, she hurriedly stopped the pedal, trying to quickly disassemble it while the factory boss was patrolling other places.But the silk and satin are already fine, and the stitches of the stitches are too small, so she picked a few times with the scissors as if walking on thin ice, and a silk thread was hooked up.She became more and more anxious, and as soon as she tried hard, the piece of silk material split from the wrong place, and it could no longer be repaired.

……

At some point, the boss had already stood behind her and was yelling at her.He said this is the first time you have made a mistake this month?This kind of material is already expensive, and it can't stand your waste.We don't need handy girls here.

Diana begged him and said: "Sir, I just suffered a catastrophe this month, and I haven't recovered from it yet. Please give me another chance. I will definitely be more careful next time, and I will pay for the damage to the fabric." .”

The boss's face showed no relief.He said that I will give you another chance, if there is another similar accident, you will get out of my factory.He waved his hands as he spoke, but to Diana's eyes they were twisted too.

She has come back.She has come back.

She yelled and pushed hard.The spool rolled to the ground, the machine turned upside down, and only the angry and disbelieving eyes of the boss remained in her ears, and she saw him growling loudly.

"She's crazy!" a female worker pointed jiaodsfczx

The author has something to say: When I looked at the calendar, I suddenly found that it was exactly one month since I wrote the article.

At the beginning, I set a small goal, hoping to have [-] collections by the end, and it has been achieved today!By the way, we can see the benefits of a smaller target haha

Now every morning when I wake up, I look at the screen and smile very sweetly (covering my face) Who would have thought that just a week ago I was alone and living in silence with the only reader (laughs)

Hugs of love to everyone!

By the way, another small goal is twenty comments~

Thanks for reading patiently, bow~

☆、chapter59

The girl in the felt hat and the older young woman in the overcoat silently stepped up the steps of the train.The girl walked in front, and after carefully checking the ticket information, she took a few steps forward and led the women following to the seats they should sit on.In order to keep her companion's view unobstructed, she took the initiative to take a seat near the corridor.

Diana leaned back on the chair anxiously, and carefully confirmed once again that the money for selling the house has been packed, right?That's four thousand dollars.

My sister reassured her that it was already installed.When they arrived in the city, it would not cost much to find a small house to live in.Diana would be better educated in a different environment, and they could find a new job in the city, and the salary plus the remaining money for food, clothing, housing and transportation were more than enough for her medical treatment.

Diana just twisted the hem of her coat with her hands uneasily, but didn't answer.She saw the receding pale plain with scattered huts outside the window, and she was full of fear about life after leaving the small town she depended on for survival.

……

Cheng Jiang wanted to add a more figurative metaphor or description to the hut, but he couldn't think of any better words or sentences.

He was just writing mechanically and faithfully, but he couldn't write well.

……

Their house is very small, like a small square box with a kitchen and a bathroom forced into it, and the rest is both a living room and a bedroom.There was only one bed, Diana slept in it, and my sister slept outside.During the day, they still work as female workers in the textile factory as if they were in the town, and they come home at night.

Diana went to the doctor twice and brought home some sedatives, which she took at the first sign.Every time she went to see the doctor quietly, because her disease was difficult to talk about and show to others no matter where she was.What would people think of Diana if they knew she was a psychotic?She's just a little sick, but they just think she's crazy.If so, it would be meaningless for them to leave their homes and come here.

But the mad woman haunted her.

They only lived relatively peacefully for a year, and the mad woman returned to her mind, firmly occupying a territory, so that she could see her twisted hands waving everywhere.Afraid of being exposed like in the town, she voluntarily quit her job and stayed at home every day, fearing outsiders.At first, because the medicine was expensive, she tried to save it as much as possible, but then she had to take it frequently.She is illiterate, unable to find copying jobs that can be done at home, so she can only let her younger sister go out to work alone to support them.But she knew that their savings were running low.

What awaits them is an increasingly stretched life.

……

He didn't really know what medications were needed for insanity, but there had to be a source of Diana who had to spend a lot of money.

This is what the plot requires.

No matter what kind of future the two of them will face before, at least now in Cheng Jiang's heart, they will all go to the established ending.

……

My sister said, do you know Wells Emilton?He is the owner of a leather shop. He is 34 years old, young and promising. His wife died of illness early on.There are three younger sisters in his family, all living with his parents in the back streets of the city.It was he who introduced me out of the mills to work in a more profitable hatter's shop.

Diana said, I seem to have heard of this man.What's wrong?

My sister said that he proposed to me and asked me to marry him.

Diana said, are you crazy?He's bigger than you...he's twice your age!

My sister said, but it's not that I don't like him.And if I marry him, I can get a lot of money.

Diana said, money?You just married him for money?You are still young and good-looking, are you still worried that you can't find other good young and wealthy people?

But that's what we need now, said my sister.Don't you understand sister?This is our chance.I can no longer support our expenses by myself, and you have to keep seeing the doctor.This problem can only be solved if I marry him.

I don't want you to bail me out by squandering your marriage like this, said Diana.We have been dependent on each other since we were young, and now that I have become your burden is already enough to make me feel distressed, how can I let you marry an old man in exchange for money for medical treatment?You must not marry him.

My sister said it was because I didn't close the door.That lunatic came in because I forgot to close the door, sister, you are my fault.I have to do something to be safe, you understand?

Diana said, I didn't blame you.Besides, you left your hometown for me and worked so hard, you can already pay it back.You don't have to torture yourself too hard.

My sister said, but I have promised him that I will marry him in three days.I'm going to just wear my black georgette dress and matching hat and gloves, which are still new.Although others say "wear black when you get married, it's too late to regret", but I don't believe it.How much can a black dress do?Don't you think so, sister?

……

The younger sister has a pair of shining eyes like an elk.With her petite figure and dexterous mind, she soon won the favor of the Emilton family.They sold the little house and moved in with Diana.Although this is unreasonable, Diana's industriousness and steady nature, combined with Wells Emilton's affection for Luna, also provided her with a place to live.The two sisters explained that Diana did not go to work because she was born weak and sickly, and it was not appropriate to have a lot of hair.

But Diana's medical expenses are not low.It is not enough to deduct from my sister's own salary and the money from selling the house.Luna deducted part of the money Wells gave her and quietly helped him.It's the kind of thing that's best kept from anyone, because there's no way to explain what Diana is asking for the money for.

However, because of this, the Emilton family began to complain about Luna.They found that there was always a sum of money that was spent in unknown amounts every month, and they suspected that she had embezzled the money, but they couldn't find any evidence, so they had to let it go.Diana was very worried, thinking that one day the truth would come to light if this continued. How would the younger sister face the members of the Emilton family at that time?But despite her worries, she had no other solution.She still took a lot of medicine, and the side effects of the overdose made her look even more sallow and sickly.She looked at herself in the mirror, and sadly found that the beauty she was once proud of had slowly disappeared with time and heart disease.

Subsequently, Wells also discovered the problem of spending money.He had many quarrels with Luna, and even had a big fight.However, she still comforted Diana and said it didn't matter, what's the matter?Isn't it natural to help one's own sister?

Seventy months later, Diana's insanity was accidentally discovered by Elena Emilton.The two had an altercation at the entrance of the hospital, and Elena was attacked and injured.

At the end of the same year, Diana was evicted from the Emilton family, and Luna's marriage to Wells officially broke down.

……

Luna didn't get much property, and because of her marriage she quit her job in the hat shop and temporarily lost her income.They had to live in the outskirts of the city, living in dilapidated houses that didn't even have kitchens and bathrooms. The property they paid for was only one bed.

There are no hospitals in the slums, and medicines can be found, but they can no longer afford the previous doses.Diana could only lie in bed all day long, while her sister went out to find something to do every day.The person lying on the bed has nothing to do all day long, and doesn't care about the source of the money at all.She also tried to find something to do herself, but she had neither much education nor was she able to work in groups, so she was almost a useless person.

She once sneaked a look at the small restaurant where her sister worked, and cried several times, blaming herself.But when she accidentally heard about the remuneration given to the waiters in the small restaurant, she found that the remuneration was extremely low. It was difficult to maintain the livelihood of the two sisters, and it was not enough to buy her medicine.She went again, only to learn that her sister did not come to work every day.

Where does my sister get all her money?

……

The younger sister looked at her in horror.

The portrait in front of Diana's eyes shook: the sister with exaggerated makeup and blood-red lips, wearing an ill-fitting, revealing smoky yellow suspender dress, stood with several other women who were dressed in the same but slightly older age, facing the passing traveler

……

He remembered the sex in Cold Bay.They are legal and treated with superficial courtesy.

Some stand in the street, some in more hidden places.

Sometimes Cheng Yuegu would leave him at home after get off work and take the bus to go out by himself.She would sometimes stay out all night, and he didn't know where she had gone.He had seen her come out of the room once, smiling grimly at the windowpane.They are never short of money.

He shouldn't think of her at this time.

Hualiu disease, she from

……

diana only

……

she is there.During this period of time, the content of his hallucinations gradually condensed, and a human figure was condensed from countless complicated images, with a blurred face, but he just knew who she was.

……

She slowly took off her skirt, revealing her bony body, but her general demeanor was quite graceful.She throws back her neck, her female carcass on display

……

He was sure he heard the sound of blood gushing out.

……

My sister is out of breath.

When Shen Jiqing put down the phone and turned back, he found that Cheng Jiang was still sitting quietly, but he still felt something was wrong for no reason.Cheng Jiang was staring straight at the wall in front, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his hands clasped around his mouth, as if he was stealing something or praying.He stepped forward and shook his fingers in front of Cheng Jiang's eyes, but the other party didn't respond.

He quickly pulled Cheng Jiang's hand away, and only then did he realize what Cheng Jiang was doing:

The bottom joint of Cheng Jiang's left index finger, which was placed underneath, was contained between his teeth, and it seemed that it had been there for a while.

He bit so hard unconsciously that blood splotched from between the teeth that held the broken flesh.

The author has something to say: "The Woman in the Lake" is actually only one paragraph away from the end.

The original inspiration for this play within a play came from Laura in the escape room mobile game CUBEESCAPE. It was originally conceived as an independent short story, but it was unexpectedly appropriate to put it in "The Glass Man".

Regarding its connection with the main plot and the direction of the ending of the play within the play, perhaps