Killing Child Crazy Demon
After He Wenning sent her daughter Nian Nian to school, she went to the tea garden downstairs of the company as usual. She ordered a cup of hot cocoa and spread it out Newspaper, ready to kill the free time before going to work.
On the front page of the newspaper, there was a follow-up report on the murder of a child that shocked the city, titled: “The suspect in the murder of a child has been proved innocent, and the true murderer is still missing.” The report said: The suspects previously arrested were all cleared of suspicion, and the murderous maniac who successively killed three children in the scoring factory is still at large. The public security organs reminded the city’s primary and secondary school cattle parents to take their children to and from school as much as possible, and promised to catch the perpetrator as soon as possible and maintain a good public security environment in the city.
After reading this report, He Wenning’s heart tightened. I thought that the case was settled with the arrest of the suspect, but I did not expect that the wrong person was arrested again. , Panic will inevitably envelop the city again. The pervert who divided two elementary school students into corpses one after another may be looking for the next prey with his eyes shining fiercely.
He Wenning put down the newspaper and decided to drive to and from school every day, prepared for it.
Two years ago, He Wenning divorced Zhang Longguo, Zhang Da. The divorce was proposed by He Wenning. She believes in Buddhism, but Zhang Jiangguo’s behavior always runs counter to her moral values. Zhang Longguo did not accumulate virtue in the business war, and many small companies went bankrupt. Three years ago, Zhang Longguo’s local monopoly policy led to the bankruptcy of an otherwise profitable company, and its director K was even more downed because of the fact that he could not even pay for medical expenses and his child died in the hospital. He Wenning said that Zhang Longguo killed the child, and Zhang Longguo said that she was mentally ill, so the two changed from a quarrel to a cold war, and from a cold war to a divorce. Nowadays, He Wenning has long since walked out of the shadow of divorce. The mother and daughter
have a happy life. Thinking about this, He Wenning became in a good mood.
People like to look out when they are in a good mood, so He Wenning looked out the window and saw the man.
It was a gardening trimmer with huge scissors, trimming plants on the side of the road. He was wearing a thick mask, and the seemingly heavy scissors were flexibly manipulated between his hands, making a “clank” sound, and the small branches fell to the ground, scattered all over the floor.
He Wenning sipped Hot Coco and looked at the trimmer in a daze. Somehow, she remembered the serial murder of children. The tool used to divide the corpse may be such a heavy, cold large scissors. The small limbs of the child are easily cut under these large scissors… He Wenning’s heart is fluffy, and he quickly stopped thinking. Say “crimes and sins” silently.
Just as she was about to take her gaze back, the trimmer suddenly turned her head and looked at He Wenning. The eyes at the top of the white mask were sly, staring at He Wenning’s face. Shocked He Wenning.
Then, those eyes suddenly changed shape again, crooked, as if smiling.
Surprising coincidence
In the afternoon, He Wenning took her to the end of school, and took her to the supermarket to buy dinner ingredients and some snacks , Nian Nian got permission, chose two fairy tales, and jumped happily.
Back home, He Wenning immediately turned on the TV and switched to the city’s news channel. She wanted to see if there were any latest reports on the murder of children. To my disappointment, the news broadcast and the morning paper It seems that there is no progress in handling the case.
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For some reason, He Wenning is very concerned about this case and frequently refreshes the local news website during the day at work, as if the case suddenly became related to her.
After eating, taking a shower, and instructing Nian Nian to do homework that night, He Wenning checked the news on the Internet again, and accidentally discovered news about Zhang Longguo. It seems that he bought a certain house Corporate shares. She sighed, not wanting to read Zhang Longguo’s news, so she turned off the computer and went into the bedroom.
On the double bed, Nian-Nian had already got into the bed, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and she blinked mischievously at He Wenning.
Nian Nian’s behavior can be seen every night before He Wenning walks into the bedroom. She is used to it, but today, she feels weird? The person wearing a mask in Chengchen seemed to still be in his mind.
“Don’t put the quilt on your face.” He Wenning said. So Niannian obediently pushed aside the quilt and pulled out the fairy tale book she bought today from under the pillow.
“Mom, tell a story.” Nian-nian said with a grin. Telling a story every day before going to bed is the homework they must do before going to bed.
“Okay, let’s talk now.” He Wenning squeezed Niannian’s face affectionately, leaned against the bedside and sat on the bed, turning over the first page of the fairy tale collection, reading Then, “On the first night of the three hundred and sixty-five nights, Little Hippo’s big mask…”
He Wenning stopped suddenly and was slightly surprised, with the word “mask”. As if going against her, he jumped out abruptly.
In my mind, the trimmer wearing a mask smiled at her again. The smile was too weird…
“Mom, go on Ah, the big mask of Little Hippo.” Nian Nian urged.
He Wenning closed the book of fairy tales and said: “I will talk about this one later. Mom will tell you another one first.”
Nian Nian happily said: “Good Qi, that is a fairy tale adapted from a movie.”
He Wenning smiled, picked up another one, turned to the first page, just about to I started to read, but my smile froze on my face, and my throat was dumb.
The title of the first story is “Edward Scissorhands”.
Masks, scissors, the dismembered child-killing metamorphosis… He Wenning unconsciously linked these words together, making her suspicious of fairy tales. She only felt cold all over, Although he was covered with a quilt.
He Wenning closed the book and grudgingly smiled at Nian Nian and said: “Nian Nian, mom is not feeling well today. Can you tell the story tomorrow night?”
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Nian Nian pouted her lips, a hundred people were unwilling in her heart, but she nodded obediently.
He Wenning was sour in her heart. It was obviously that she was thinking wildly, but she was wronged by Nian Nian, so he leaned over and kissed Nian Nian’s face, and put the quilt tight for her.
“Tell me two stories tomorrow night.” Nian-nian demanded.
“Okay, talk about two.” He Wenning smiled, turned off the bedside lamp and lay down.
Soon, Nian-Nian fell asleep, her breathing gradually eased, and He Wenning calmed down and was about to fall asleep.
However, asked dimly, the downstairs outside the window suddenly remembered the noise.
“Kak…Kak…Kak…”
He Wenning shuddered, opened his eyes, distinguishing the sound, this is metal The sound of friction, which she had heard in the tea garden in the morning, was the sound of scissors.
In the darkness, He Wenning’s eyes widened. The noise kept hitting her eardrums and stinging her nerves. She seemed to imagine: downstairs outside the window, a person wearing a mask, holding big scissors, cutting the ground, looking up, looking at the window of her house, eyes full of weird…
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He Wenning subconsciously put the sleeping Nian Nian next to him in his arms. (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
The next morning, He Wenning had a splitting headache, took some vitamin B tablets, and rushed again A shower, finally relieved slightly.
She feels that it is necessary to complain to the security. Someone made noise in the community last night. Is there no security to stop it?
After breakfast, I went out with Nian, and drove her to school. Before the car drove out of the community, I suddenly saw a figure in the vegetation not far away. It was a person wearing a mask and carrying big scissors!
He Wenning gasped. This pruner is the same person outside the tea garden yesterday! Regardless of the height, the clothes, the thick masks and large scissors, they are exactly the same.
He Wenning asked in surprise, hearing the car behind honking impatiently, he drove forwardI went, but unconsciously looked back at the trimmer, and found that the trimmer was also looking here, but He Wenning could not see his eyes.
The more He Wenning thinks about it, the more weird it gets, but she feels that something is approaching her in the dark, which makes her feel fuzzy.
When the car drove to the gate of the community, He Wenning lowered the window and asked the security guard: “Hello, is there a new gardener in our community?”
The security nodded and said, “Yes, I just came the day before yesterday. I have good craftsmanship. I work hard in the middle of the night from the fifth shift.”
He Wenning said “Thank you”, and thought to himself: He was really the one who fiddled with the scissors downstairs last night. He drove the car out of the community and drove towards the school.
On the way, she always thought about the pruner, trying to understand it as a coincidence. After all, the pruner is an unstable job, and I met the same pruner in two places. Not surprising. However, thinking of the masks and big scissors, He Wenning still felt uncomfortable.
He Wenning sent Nian Nian to the school and told her to wait for herself at the school gate after school, and then watched her walk into the teaching building before driving away from the school gate.
She drove the car to the company’s parking lot as usual, and then walked into the tea garden. The waiter had already been familiar with her, and greeted her with a smile and asked, “Newspaper and hot cocoa?”
He Wenning shook his head and said that he would like coffee today, and then took a newspaper to find a seat and sit down. I rolled out the newspaper and found that there was no continuation of the murder case on the front page, but a report called “Top Ten Young Entrepreneurs in the City”. He Wenning didn’t even think about it, knowing there must be Zhang Longguo here, so he didn’t bother to read this long talk. She browsed back page after page, until the end there was no news of the murder of the child.