I would like to read a book similar to "The Curse of the Last Train I Experienced: A Record of Sophora Sophora Sinica". My sister is really nice. Her writing style is also very interesting.
Due to impulsiveness, she accidentally killed the classmate who had bullied her when she was still in the second grade of junior high school. In the panic, she chose to hide the body. In order to avoid detection, Fang Xiaoxiao was forced to start covering up the traces of the crime, and forced herself to think that it was all an accident and a coincidence. People can choose to believe lies, but they can never escape reality. The brain can pretend that nothing happened, but the rotting corpse really exists. On the seventh day after the death, police found the body.
"You know, Sir," the voice in the mirror suddenly came from all directions, "The best skin is to be skinned alive..." Before he finished speaking, Qiu Wuya suddenly felt a stinging pain in his cheek - a silver needle had passed through his face at some point, and the red thread at the end of the needle was being gently pulled by an invisible hand... Qiu Wuya felt the sharp pain of his face being torn, and the blood dripped down the silver needle, and strange blood flowers bloomed on the blue brick floor. He resisted the pain and grabbed the red thread. The copper scissors flew out and cut the red thread with a click. A heartbreaking scream suddenly came from the mirror, and the entire window lattice of the embroidered building was shaking violently. The floating human skins suddenly rushed towards him at the same time, and his painfully twisted face appeared on each skin. Qiu Wuya grabbed the cinnabar and scattered it around. When the human skin touched the cinnabar, it immediately burned and turned into fire moths flying all over the sky. The firelight illuminated a dusty embroidery stand in the corner, with an unfinished human skin hanging on it - the skin, eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as his, except for a strange smile sewn at the corner of the mouth with red thread. "It's been a hundred years..." The voice in the mirror suddenly became sad, "You are the first person to come here..." The surface of the bronze mirror cracked with spiderweb-like lines, and the outline of a woman in red gradually became clear. She stretched out her rotten hands and pressed them on the mirror. Each finger was connected to a slender red thread, and the other end of the thread actually pierced into Qiu Wuya's limbs. "Stay with me..." The woman cried sadly💖💗
Nine Hells**
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Fang Xiao*
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Midnight**
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