How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

"what are you doing?"

A cold voice came from behind, Belch turned around in shock, and saw the girl standing quietly behind him.

Her complexion was extremely white, almost transparent under the light, and she appeared behind him at some point—even her breathing was barely audible, her blue pupils without emotion stared at him coldly.

Belch trembled, and subconsciously looked under her.

See if there is any shadow of this person.

The girl who appeared quietly like a ghost took the notebook in his hand with a blank expression, closed it, and threw it on the table: "Did no one teach you not to mess with other people's things?"

Belch's legs were a little weak now, he grabbed the table behind him with one hand, and stammered trying to explain: "I just..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sidelle indifferently.

"Now, get out and go to your own room."

Belch wanted to say that this place was originally my room... He shivered a few times, looked at the girl's cold eyes, didn't dare to make a sound, avoided Sidel's staring gaze at him, and walked away in desperation.

The boy with short platinum hair returned to the bedroom, more and more frightened by what he had just seen.

He struggled to take out his phone, thought for a long time, and took the initiative to send a message to his mother.

【Mom, I'm 16 years old, I think I can be independent now, I promise I won't do anything to disappoint you again, do you want to let my sister go? 】

Belch could guarantee that he saw no less than thirty different methods of killing in that notebook—even if it was only a cursory glance.

Think about her silent appearance every time, and her frighteningly white complexion.

This kind of guy who doesn't look like a normal person lives next door to him, and Belch's heart is full of strong reluctance.

However, because of the time difference, Belch has not received a reply.

Feeling tired, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

……

midnight.

The boy woke up.

He lay relaxed on the bed, and the moonlight slanted in by the window.

Belch opened his eyes sleepily, covered his eye sockets with his hand, turned over and continued to sleep, but suddenly realized something was wrong after turning over.

——He obviously drew the curtains before going to bed, why is there light coming in from the window now? !

The curtains were pulled open, and someone quietly entered the room while he was asleep.

For a moment, cold sweat broke out behind Belch. His body was stiff, his Adam's apple moved, and the room was dark. His movements were extremely small, and he slowly turned over to the bed.

Caught off guard, he met a pair of eyes that shone slightly in the darkness.

At some point, the blond girl was sitting beside his bed, with a slender white wrist resting on the side of his pillow, her blue pupils staring at him without any waves, and a bright dagger dangling in the other hand. Dangling at her fingertips, she pulled out an extremely beautiful knife flower.

The girl's lifeless pupils looked down at him from top to bottom, and Belch was instantly paralyzed with fright.

——If you find a person with a knife in your room in the middle of the night, she doesn’t speak or wake you up, but just stares at you coldly at your bedside…

Belch was about to suffocate. In just a few seconds, he had already imagined dozens of different ways to die in his mind, and whether his mother would regret seeing the news of his death after death for hiding this perverted murderer so well. Send it over—no, maybe Sydel won't be caught by the police at all, she looks like a veteran of this kind of thing, maybe after killing him, she can retreat with dignity! !

The more Belch thought about it, the more desperate he became. Just when he was about to cry in fright, the girl sitting beside his bed dangling the dagger suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"I heard that you like to call others trash?"

The face with beautiful facial features was gradually approaching, but Belch had no time to appreciate it. Those cold and lifeless eyes looked down at the boy who was paralyzed on the bed and trembling in terror. Sidel pulled out a slightly cold smile.

Her voice was thin, low and soft, and it echoed in the dark room, quite eerie.

"They're not necessarily trash," Belch saw his titular sister showing an ambiguous smile, like contempt and pity, "but you must be... scum."

She leaned over and stared straight at Belch, the movement of playing with the knife with her right hand suddenly stopped, and she lightly let go.

"Pfft-"

The sharp knife grazed Belch's cheek, plunged straight into the pillow, and stood obliquely on the side of his face.

Belch, who was frightened by the light of the knife, slumped on the bed, and heard the girl's cold and weary voice.

"I've had a bad temper these past few years, and I've had enough patience with you—" The smile spread on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes, "You have to be obedient and don't let me down... Belch."

"Bad boys don't end well."

It wasn't until the girl left that Belki resumed his movement. He got up from the bed stiffly, opened the dagger, and found that this dagger was actually the one that Henry lost in the afternoon.

He held the dagger, and suddenly found that there seemed to be some burning pain on his face. He touched it, and sure enough, he felt the blood oozing out—the dagger happened to cut his cheek when it fell, and there was still a small ball of platinum on the side of the pillow. colored hair.

Belch held the dagger blankly, he understood what Sidelle meant.

——This is to ask him to return the knife, and then cut off contact with Henry and the others.

It's just... Belch got out of bed with trembling legs, closed the door first, checked again and again, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed his mother's number.

"Drip-drip-"

After a few rings, the call was connected.

Belch's mother Keira was a little surprised, after all her son seldom took the initiative to call her, but she didn't expect the child to speak the first sentence, tremblingly asking: "Mom, does my sister have any mental illness? "

Kayla: "...?"

Belch anxiously tried to guide his mother to know the truth: "Mom, just now my sister came into my room in the middle of the night, I locked the door, and I don't know how she got in - she still has a knife! Yes I have caused a serious threat to personal safety!! I also saw that she has a notebook that records many perverted murders..."

For the relationship with Henry and the others, Belch doesn't care so much now——

He was almost scared to pee just now, but now he is more worried about his own life than his so-called friends.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Is it true that my sister doesn't have any mental symptoms or criminal record...?"

Kayla laughed angrily, and she asked, "So what threat did your sister pose to your safety?"

Belch wiped his face, thinking: "She cut a three-centimeter wound on my face!"

There was a disappointed woman's voice on the other end of the phone: "Belch, I didn't expect you to slander your sister so ridiculously in order to drive her away... Do you think this kind of joke can be easily said? She is your My sister! Don't I know what kind of child Sidel is? And you actually make up such a ridiculous lie, I am ashamed to have a son like you!"

Keira hung up the phone angrily.

Belch: "..."

The hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

However, what he said is true!

Even if he regards Sidelle as a sister, does Sidelle treat him as a younger brother? !That's clearly the way a pervert looks at his prey, hey! !

...It's still that kind of low-level, low-quality prey.

Suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground next door, Belch suddenly trembled, and looked in horror at the room across the wall—even though he couldn't see anything here.

He thought for a while, gritted his teeth and swayed in fear and temptation, finally picked up his mobile phone and leaned out of the room quietly, and saw that the light in Sydel's room was on, and the door was ajar, as if it wasn't closed tightly.

Thinking of the sound just now, Belch swallowed his saliva carefully.

What is Sidelle doing?

He hesitated for a while, but still bravely pretended to go downstairs and walked towards the corridor. At the same time, he put his mobile phone into the side pocket and turned on the video mode - if he could record a video about Sidel's real side, maybe he Mom will believe him and get rid of this killer--

For the first time, Belch longed for his mother to come back to him.

He stole a glance as he passed the half-closed door.

However, after seeing what was happening inside the door, Belch's breathing was stagnant, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He saw the... murder scene inside the door! !

Even though there was a psychological warning, Belch never thought that this scene would come so quickly.

The tall, burly, muscular man in overalls fell to the ground, a pool of blood spread out on the smooth floor, Belch could only see half of the girl from the half-opened door, and she seemed to be squatting beside this burly adult man.

Belch, who had already had a psychological shadow on Sidelle, subconsciously imagined that she was gesturing up and down at that person with a knife—maybe this devil is still studying how to dismember people and destroy evidence!

Although Belch thought he had covered it up well, the heavy breathing that came back after a sudden stop seemed to be noticed by the people inside the door.

The tall and slender figure stood up slowly, casting a shadow in the light.

Belch took two steps back. Just as he was about to run downstairs, he saw the door being kicked open.

His older sister, the demon with bloody hands, looked him up and down, his gaze stayed on the mobile phone in his side pocket for a moment, and suddenly smiled coldly.

"It seems that you are still not obedient." Her voice was soft and weak, and Belch could even hear a bit of distorted tenderness.

His Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to turn around and run, but was kicked on the knee by the girl behind him—her strength seemed to be amazing, and after kicking him down, he grabbed his collar and pulled him into the bloody bed. Room.

"Quack-"

The door was mercilessly closed.

Belch scratched the ground with his hands, and the successive psychological traumas of the night made the teenage boy's spirit approach the threshold. He broke down and cried: "Sister, sister, I was wrong... I listen to you, you Don't move... woo woo woo..."

Sidelle: "..."

She glanced at the crying boy who hugged her thigh and cried because he found that he couldn't get out no matter how hard he paved, and sighed slightly regretfully.

Sidelle patted the boy's cheek, and softly said in his terrified and dull eyes: "It's late."