I fed the soulful paranoid evil god

The monster in the villain's heart seemed to break free from the cage, and the shadow completely turned into a huge and weird monster, which seemed to be composed of a raging and thick black mist, opening its teeth and claws like crazy, tearing up and destroying all living things.

The physical weakness has long been swept away, leaving only endless anger and the idea of ​​wanting to destroy everything, making it want to vent all this.

The surroundings seem to be quieter than ever.

Or, dead silence.

Some of the dozen or so faces facing the door were crying, some were smiling, and some were angry.

But their eyes are full of fear and anxiety.

One of the pretty and quiet faces couldn't help trembling and said: "It's really impossible, let's find a way to move out, I can't stay here anymore, I don't want to be eaten by the neighbors!"

The red ghost face echoed, "That's right, the resident opposite is a monster. If it goes crazy like this, we might be the ones who die."

A dense crowd of human faces emerged from the blood-red door, and each face fell silent instantly.

Until one of the tyrannical faces suddenly said quietly: "I think you are afraid of being targeted by it again?"

All the grimaces instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by the residents of the opposite door that day.

That day, the resident from the opposite door came to ask questions, but the bloody grimace aggressively provoked the other party, and then was trampled by the 444 resident.

The face was trampled flat.

But the blood-colored face, which has always been very arrogant, was silent that day.

A few faces related to "laughing" couldn't help shivering again. The resident opposite was not only a lunatic, but also a blind man.

That face, which was clearly smiling slyly, was said to be smiling by it, and was eaten alive by its shadow.

Suddenly, an old man's face with wrinkles and a bit of a sinister look emerged from the door.

The other party said sullenly: "Wait a little longer, we finally found an apartment suitable for us to live in."

"What's more, once we can bring in another companion, maybe we can eat up the residents at the opposite door in turn."

The other faces suddenly became greedy, and echoed the old man's face one after another. Only a small number of faces did not dare to refute, and could only disappear silently in the deepest part of the door.

It seemed that only a few days had passed, and the color of the door, which seemed to be stained red by blood, seemed to have dimmed a lot.

There seemed to be a few more scratches on it, exuding a cold resentment.

Only the mean old man's face was left on the bloody door. It stared at the opposite door fiercely, as if calculating something in its cold eyes, and then disappeared.

In the middle of the night, the corridor was quiet.

Only the door of resident 446 suddenly opened a gap, peeking out quietly with black and white pupils.

In room 444.

A dense black mist almost enveloped the entire room, and it only takes one stimulus to destroy everything seen.

suddenly.

The villain caught a glimpse of the wall of the room from the corner of his eye, and the only remaining reason seemed to notice that the color of the wall seemed to be darker than before, almost blending with the black mist, but he couldn't see more clearly.

Did the mysterious man splash something on the wall?

It had a gloomy face, with extreme anger and killing intent hidden in its pitch-black eyes. It manipulated the black mist that filled the bottom of its feet, and finally extended a slender shadow, poking angrily at the light-on button on the wall next to the door.

Bright enough to seem to banish dark corners, it illuminates from the ceiling and diffuses throughout the room.

It's like daytime.

——Why is it so bright?

The villain was stunned for a moment, and his anger and killing intent froze in an instant.

It slowly raised its head to look at the ceiling, its beautiful eyes widened instantly, full of astonishment and shock.

What used to be a glass bulb is now replaced by a lamp that appears to be covered by a white shell.

Bright but not dazzling.

It slowly looked around the entire room, and all the furnishings in the room were extremely clear, as if it had swept away the gloom in my heart.

It blinked slowly, its brain like a rusty machine finally starting to work.

He had never seen a similar light bulb shape anywhere else, and it seemed that only mysterious people could have these novel and precious things.

and so.

This lamp...was it installed by a mysterious person?

It slowly turned its eyes again, looking at the walls that should have been white and dirty, but now they were replaced by gray-black wallpaper.

It can't tell what's good about this color, it just thinks it suits its wishes, making the room less cramped and old.

It took some erratic steps, reached out and touched the wall carefully.

This, this is not a dream.

It looked around the room and noticed that the wallpaper was pasted perfectly.

It may take hours for the mysterious person to post it.

The villain couldn't tell what it was like, and stood there blankly again.

Even though there was a huge and terrifying black mist covering the soles of his feet, he was no longer scary, but instead looked inexplicably bewildered.

in case……

The mysterious man really left without saying goodbye, never replaced the light bulbs, and even patiently pasted the wallpapers so tightly.

——Even the color of the wallpaper suits it well.

Did the other party realize that he likes black, so he chose black and gray?

When he realized this, the villain suddenly burst into joy, and the invisible stone that was pressing on his heart seemed to disappear quietly.

There is only great joy left, filling the bottom of my heart.

Could it be that the reason why the mysterious person failed to arrive in time was because of the delay in putting up wallpaper and changing the light bulb.

The other party never thought of leaving without saying goodbye.

Even, there is no other person who is treated so carefully by the mysterious man.

The villain's gloomy eyes gradually brightened, and the corners of his mouth could not restrain his upward movement.

Until I caught a glimpse of the white cotton scattered on the ground and the little monsters flattened into a pool from the corner of my eye.

The corner of the villain's mouth froze instantly, and his heart seemed to be squeezed suddenly.

What exactly does it do? ! !

The villain's brain was almost blank, and it was not until a long time later that it stepped forward quietly with heavy feet, and lightly touched the soft cotton with its cold white fingertips.

The little monster... Will it die completely?

The villain's mouth was tightly pursed, and his long eyelashes were drooping, making it impossible to see the hidden emotions in his eyes.

It touched the heart.

For some reason, it's uncomfortable here.

It seemed to be feeling this way for the first time, as if its heart was being pressed by a bigger stone again, and it was almost out of breath.

What should it do?

The villain was silent for a long time, and finally picked up the little monster carefully and placed it on the bed, then collected all the scattered cotton.

Just like this, I quietly watched the picture of the little monster's internal organs scattered on the bed.

— stood for a long time.

Its slender back looks thinner and weaker, with an inexplicable sense of helplessness.

Suddenly, it seemed to notice something, carefully checked the little monster, and picked out many broken threads.

It seemed to realize something, and suddenly glanced at the clothes on its body.

The connection between the little monster and the clothes seems to be stitched together by this kind of slender thread.

Its eyes move slightly.

Could it also use this method to change the little monster back to its previous appearance?

thought here.

It swept away the helpless atmosphere of the past, and took back the pervasive black mist.

The bright room is restored again.

It happens to have a needle and thread for mending.

In the process of catching 'food', sometimes some accidents will inevitably occur, which will cause damage and holes in the clothes.

All the people or monsters close to it have almost no good intentions, so it can only learn to be self-reliant, and exchange some things for needles and threads for emergencies.

And now, it's time to use it.

Moreover, it must repair the little monster as soon as possible, maybe the mysterious man will come back at any time.

Do not know why.

It doesn't want the mysterious person to see all this, but it can't figure out what the reason is.

The villain didn't continue to think about it, because he was worried that the mysterious man would come back at any time, so he quickly went to the locker to find the needle and thread.

It found thin lines of two colors, black and blue, which happened to be the same color as the little monster, and it was even more difficult to detect.

The villain's body suddenly swayed, and he immediately supported the wall, closing his eyes and slowing down.

Although too much power was used this time, summoning such a huge and terrifying black mist would also cause the side effect of weakening the body.

The villain's face seemed much paler than yesterday.

Hands and feet are a little cold.

But that doesn't stop it from stitching the little monster back into shape.

The villain lowered his eyes, his expression was so calm that he couldn't see any emotion, and he filled every part of the little monster with cotton seriously.

Until the little monster looks almost the same as before.

From a puddle to a lump.

And then.

The villain threaded the needle and began to sew seriously, hiding the thread inside as much as possible to avoid seeing the traces of stitching.

After about 10 minutes.

The villain looked at the barely visible suture, pursed his lips, was a little dissatisfied, and took the thread apart again.

The little monster still opened its mouth and fangs, lying there fluffy, motionless, letting the villain toss back and forth, like a real dead thing.

The villain was silent for a few more seconds, and continued to sew.

Perhaps because of a failed experience, the villain became more patient and careful, and finally achieved the desired effect.

This time the sutures are neat and concealed, and there are almost no traces of sutures.

Only in this way, it may take at least an hour to stitch the little monsters together.

If the mysterious person sneaked into the room at this time, it probably wouldn't be able to detect it.

The villain subconsciously glanced at the direction of the door, then lowered his head to look at the little monster in his hand, his dark eyes concealed a little eagerness.

Suddenly, it fixedly looked in the direction of the bathroom.

There was a slight movement in my heart.

If you hide in the bathroom, the safety is at least many times higher than in the bedroom.

The mysterious person should not sneak into the bathroom.

After the villain made a decision, he immediately picked up the little monster and the needle and thread, quickly hid in the bathroom, and locked the bathroom door.

After doing all this, the villain was so nervous that his heart beat faster, as if he was doing something dangerous and exciting.

After calming down, it sat on the ponytail and continued to sew up the injured part of the little monster under the dim light.

Serious and focused.

At the same time, he also allocated part of his attention, paying special attention to the movement outside.

Time passed.

The villain became more and more devoted, almost concentrating his entire thoughts on sewing up the little monster.

soon.

An hour has come.

The villain patiently sewed the last few stitches, leaving a longer thread at the end for more than a dozen dead knots.

It has never learned how to sew clothes, and can only stumble and fumble in the process of groping, and summed up this stupid method that is simple and not easy to take off the thread.

After the stitching was completed, the villain checked carefully and confirmed that it was no different from the little monster from before.

It's like the picture that was torn apart before never happened.

It has always been used this way to torture 'food', and people and monsters who want to hurt themselves.

At that time, I never felt that such a scene was too cruel, but felt that I could vent the anger and madness in my heart.

Those prey that died in its hands, the fearful eyes, blood and painful wailing before dying, can greatly please it.

But when the little monster was torn apart, it never made a scream.

Quiet as a dead thing.

When such a picture was remembered for some reason, it suddenly fell silent for a long time, just looking at the stitched parts of the little monster.

It seems like a long time has passed.

It seemed to have gone through a difficult and intense struggle, staring at the little monster gloomyly, slowly stretched out its hand, touched the little monster as if stiff and clumsy, and then retracted quickly.

It stared at the little monster blankly, pretending to have reconciled with the little monster unilaterally.

You must know that there is no second person or monster in this world who can obtain its active reconciliation.

The little monster should be grateful for it.