The pain in the dark night was thick and seductive. The girl struggled to wake up, as if she had just escaped from a boundless nightmare. She had eyes like a rabbit or a snake. One moment she was clear, and the next moment she was extremely cold. She slightly leaned her head out of the window, examining Wan Lai's silent silence, and raised her chin slightly, letting the turbid moonlight pour down, sliding, exploring and groping on the smooth lines from her forehead to her neck...
Her lips were slightly parted, dyed with a moist color, and the lines on her face showed struggle, tension and lust, her eyes were clear and unfocused, her shoulder straps fell down on her arms, and along the wrinkled nightgown, you could see her slender hands——
A knife!
His eyes quickly condensed with murderous intent, and with a strange smile on his lips, he turned around unexpectedly and raised his hand! The knife falls!
The girl flipped up her flowing hair, took off her blood-spattered skirt naturally, and walked briskly into the bathroom. After that, you could only hear the sound of water from the shower and the hum of nursery rhymes coming out of the girl's mouth.
The moonlight shines into the old window sill, shining on the floral sheets and the plain wooden floor. Other than that, there are corpses and small bloody footprints.