The woman's way of speaking was strange, as if she were singing an elegant opera, but neither her current posture nor the content of her mouth had anything to do with elegance.
My palms were sore and itchy, and I stood in the ditch for more than ten seconds, not daring to approach this woman.
It's hard to imagine that I could be frightened by a woman who was incapacitated.
Frankly speaking, the woman in the corner is quite middle-looking, with delicate facial features, and her body is also very clean, but she exudes a strong smell of blood, and her skin is sickly pale.
It's very tender, not the kind of fresh and tender that water is fresh, it feels like a thin layer, as if you can splash blood with a gentle poke with your fingers.
I hesitated for a long time, but I still didn't get out of the canal, and there was no place to stay in the cell.
Except for the woman herself, the floor, walls, and roof were all covered with paintings, and some of the hideous patterns looked fresh, presumably painted not long ago.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
After thinking about it for a long time, the moment I saw the woman, I didn't know what to ask, or there were so many things to ask, that I didn't know where to start for a while.
The woman kept staring at me, her expression was strange, her face was clearly stained with tears, but she was lying in a posture of enjoyment among the blood-painted paintings.
"Can you hear me?"
Still unanswered, I walked down the canal to the wall and, as little as possible to destroy the bloodstained pattern, walked towards the woman.
The closer I got closer, the more I felt that there was a huge secret hidden in the woman.
"I won't hurt you."
Sensing that someone was coming, her reaction was very special, her expression did not change significantly, and there was a flattering smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was a dancer in the night.
But contrary to her expression, it was her body's reaction as she folded her legs and shrank back, her chains straightened.
She was smiling flatteringly, but tears welled up in her eyes.
I read that right, these two very different emotions appear in the same person.
Obviously, she was afraid, she was afraid of being violated, she was afraid of being hurt, but why did she have such a mean smile?
From her, I seem to see the shadow of another woman - Jiang Shihan.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything."
Retreating to the canal, I set the woman aside and looked at the paintings in the cell.
The patterns drawn in blood were very abstract, and some of them had dried up and become crimson with blood stains on the walls, and nothing could be seen at all.
"These paintings are similar to those in Jiang Shihan's ward, but they are too messy to look at."
The woman didn't know how long she had been locked up here, and the walls were painted layer after layer, as if painting with blood was the only thing she could do.
I walked to the other side of the canal, and was about to break down the bars leading to the next room, when the woman suddenly shouted, "Son!
” "What did you just say?"
Pointing to a painting that she had almost stepped on, she repeated, "Son!
” "This is your son?"
I stopped what I was doing and crouched on the ground to find the woman's finger from the messy pattern.
The bloodstain was so blurry that you couldn't find it if you didn't pay attention to it.
The painting shows a small figure in a skirt surrounded by three circles of different sizes.
The circle is also marked with the serial number Boss, Second, and Three.
The appearance of this painting is like a dot, with it as the center, and all the paintings in the room seem to revolve around it.
"The three circles represent the three children, so the little man in the skirt should be herself."
Continuing to look along the pattern, there was a hideous, nail-digging little man with holes all over the side of their family.
"A mother with three children, then the one next to her should be the father."
In women's paintings, the character of the father is always covered with scars and pits, which are dug by the woman with her fingernails and even bitten out by her mouth.
It can be seen that the woman hates this man to the core.
"How much of a grudge?"
The following painting answers my question, men often use violence against other people in the family, and neither children nor women escape his murder.
Later, for unknown reasons, the man tied the women with ropes and locked them in the attic, forcibly separating their mother and son.
The man in the painting seems to be an extremely psychologically twisted pervert, who is not only satisfied with physical torture, but prefers to torture a person's soul mentally.
For example, restricting the mother's movements, and then forcing her to watch her children being bullied and beaten, and doing all kinds of heinous things.
His favorite thing is to force the other party to act according to his own will when a person is in pain and despair, making the other party even more tormented and sad, and finally overwhelmed and stupid.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Most of the pictures depict the atrocities of men, and the father in the painting tortures viciously and ruthlessly, and does not treat the woman and the three children as a .
People look.
Later, the man intensified, and even recorded the whole process every time he was tortured, and watched it repeatedly when he had nothing to do.
Only one day, the woman in the dress in the painting broke free from the rope, as if she was about to call the police, but she did not know that all this was deliberately designed by the man, who was no longer satisfied with the torture of obedience, he wanted to try something newer, such as pretending to give hope, and then kicking into the darker abyss.
The man killed the youngest child in front of her, despite the woman's pleas.
Later, the woman in a trance was put in a box and turned into a man's private plaything.
After reading these pictures, I unconsciously gritted my teeth.
The man was no better than an animal, and if I could get him arrested, I would try it on myself in the same way that he inflicted on others.
After a few minutes, I calmed down and looked at the woman: "Are you drawing your own story?"
” The woman still didn't answer directly, she smiled flatteringly, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down, her lips were purple, and she kept repeating the words: "I am a gift, I am a slut, I am a satanic woman." ” The paintings on the floor and walls mostly tell the stories of the women themselves, but they are also interspersed with images of others being killed.
I feel that the murderers are not one or two, and the purpose of their killing is not for money, but simply to pursue a kind of psychological comfort.
"A bunch of maniacs!"
When I had seen it all, I was standing in the room, and the woman was crazy, but a lot of information was revealed from her, at least she was the only adult in the cells who knew about it.
Slowly approaching the woman, she was wearing a hospital gown, her clothes were dirty, but her skin was clean and exuded a sickly beauty.
I crouched next to her, gently touching the chains, I don't know how long she had been locked up, the rough chains had worn the flesh and then grown with the healing flesh, which looked particularly scary.
"Imprisoned in such a poor environment, her skin is surprisingly clean, will anyone wash her regularly?
If a woman says that she is a gift, that she is Satan's woman, is it possible that what she says about Satan is her husband?
” She has three children in the painting, and when I met Song Xiaofeng in the prison cell, I happened to hear him say that they are three brothers, is there some kind of connection between them?
I stood in front of the woman, looked at her trembling body, and stared into her eyes: "I met two children in the adjacent cell, they are called Song Xiaowang and Song Xiaofeng, and it is said that they also have a younger brother named Song Xiaoyao. ” At this, the flattering smile on the woman's face froze.
I noticed that the woman's demeanor changed, and I struck while the iron was hot and said, "I heard that their mother's name is Wang Fengyao." ” As soon as Wang Fengyao said the three words, the smile on the woman's face was gone, replaced by hideous and painful, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"Do you remember anything?
The three children were waiting for their mother to return, and they all thought their mother was dead. ” "Shut up!"
I was startled by the voice of a strange man in the woman's mouth, and then the woman began to hit her head on the ground in a frenzy, and she used all her strength, as if she wanted to throw something out of her head, and in a short time bright red blood flowed from her forehead.
"What are you doing here?!"
Seeing this, I hurriedly grabbed her shoulders and put my hand on her forehead.
The movement in the cell became louder and louder, and after about twenty seconds, there was the sound of the iron door being opened in the corridor outside, and someone was walking briskly towards the cell!