An Zimo couldn't help tightening his fingers on the Coke bottle, and began to rationally analyze the meaning of the words "really delicious" and "want to eat" in his mind. From a normal point of view, it shouldn't be the kind of wanting to eat food, it should be

Men's desire to conquer beautiful women.

Come to the conclusion - this man is really not a good person!!

abnormal!

What a waste!

Hooking up in front of children!

An Zimo put down the Coke, moved his butt off the chair, and stood in front of An Xiang, staring at her expressionlessly.

"Have you eaten enough, Mo Mo?"

"Yeah." An Zimo glanced at Xu Chuan fiercely, disgust written on his face.

"Then let's go home." An wanted to put away his things, but without much conversation with Xu Chuan, he led An Zimo out of the store.

The sky has cleared up, and An wants to easily get a taxi.

She gently put her arm on An Zimo's shoulder and said, "If you meet that kind of person in the future, remember to call mom loudly." An Xiang was still frightened, "That kind of person is probably a trafficker who abducts children and is very dangerous."

An Zimenu pursed his lips, shook off An Xiang's arm, and sat aside with a large distance between him and her.

Facing her son's alienation, An Xiang felt a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up. It was normal for her son not to be close to her. After all, he was sent away just a few days after he was born, not to mention his mental state...

Thinking of An Zimo's physical condition, An Xiang was deeply discouraged.

With someone like him, it might be difficult for him to go to kindergarten, and he might even be bullied...

In my wild thoughts, the taxi stopped in Chengbei District.

Three years later, this community has become even more desolate, with messy streets, overgrown weeds, and unkempt trees growing wildly. The community stands in it, with a huge Ferris wheel behind it, but because it has long been abandoned, it does not look like it.

It's not romantic, but it has a huge sense of oppression.

Looking at the scene in front of him that looked like a horror movie, An Zimo's eyes slowly widened and his mouth opened slightly uncontrollably.

"Momo, we are home, why don't you leave?"

This... is home?

Facing the gloomy building in front of him, An Zimo felt suffocated.

He clearly remembered that they lived in the most prosperous area of ​​​​the city in their previous life, so why did they suddenly change their residence after reincarnation? I understand, it must be because this woman did not have money to make from him, so she was in such a miserable state.

"Mo Mo?" An Xiang saw that he remained motionless and couldn't help but walked over, "Mo Mo, do you want your mother to carry you away?"

"..." The devil wants you to hug me.

An Zimo took a deep breath, forced countless horrific thoughts out of his mind, and followed An Xiang into the community.

An Xiang saw her son's concerns at this moment, and said as he walked: "Actually, it doesn't look very good on the outside, but the decoration on the inside is quite good?"

"..." Really? He didn't believe it.

"You see there is a playground behind. If you like, mom can take you to play in the evening."

Walking into the community, you can see the whole playground more clearly.

The huge dog statue in front of the gate had its paint peeled off due to the wind and rain, one of its eyes was missing, and its smile was eerie and weird.

An Zimo felt an inexplicable chill down his spine, and a cold air rushed from the soles of his feet into Tianling Gai. He shuddered, couldn't help but quicken his pace, and hurriedly followed An Xiang into the residential building.

The corridor is very dark and there is no elevator. It is probably too desolate and no one even posted small advertisements.

An wanted to live on the first floor, so he stepped up the steps and took out the key to open the door. An Zimo stood aside and secretly looked around.

It was dark and quiet upstairs, and the door next door didn't look like anyone was living there. It was clear day and night, but there was no sign of anyone living in the whole building.

"Is Momo checking to see if anyone lives there?"

An Zimo said nothing.

An wanted to answer by herself: "Most of the people in this building have moved away, and now I am the only one left."

"...?"

"Originally there were six households, but a year ago the man upstairs murdered someone and hid his body. All the neighbors who knew about it moved away."

"...????"

"Isn't it just that a person died, making a big fuss."

"..."

"………………"

An Xiang mumbled nonchalantly and opened the door with a click: "Momo, come in quickly, this will be our home from now on!"

An Zimo didn't have any expectations for the so-called home. He walked into the entrance hall with a blank face and raised his little head to look around casually.

How to say it.

This is not a place where people from the underworld live.

Gothic decoration and furniture, as well as inverted cross hangings on the walls and wall lamps made of candles, even the carpets are full of retro style.

"Mo Mo, this is your room." An Xiang led An to the guest room.

The children's room was decorated just a few days ago. Originally, I wanted to make it into the style of the living room, but it was severely rejected by the system, saying that the dark style was not in line with the physical and mental health of the children. Although An Xiang felt regretful, she had to do it for the sake of her children.

do not give up.

She painted the walls sky blue, and the crib in the middle was full of childlike innocence. Next to it was a sofa filled with plush dolls.

This is a room that any child would love, but An Zimo only saw stupidity and childishness.

Only ghosts sleep in cribs.

Geniuses play with dolls.

Ghosts like blue.

Ridiculous, naive, stupid, childish.

An Zimo put down his small schoolbag with an expressionless expression. Even if he disliked it, he didn't complain. After all, he would have to escape sooner or later. This room was just a temporary shelter for him, and the decoration had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that An Zimo had no intention of refusing, An Xiang couldn't help but cheered: "I thought you wouldn't like this style."

I didn't like it originally.

"Then Momo, please go around. Mom is going to clean up the house now." An Xiang walked to the door, stopped, turned around and said, "By the way, don't go to the basement." There was a lamp broken on the stairs, and the stairs were broken.

A piece of the board was also loose, and she had not had time to repair it until now. She was afraid that An Zimo could not see the road clearly and would be in trouble if he fell and got injured.

After finishing the instructions, An Xiang picked up the rag and carefully wiped every corner of the table in the room.

Time gradually passed, and An Xiang's warning had no effect. Instead, it aroused the curiosity in An Zimo's heart.

Why not let him go to the basement?

Is there something ulterior in the basement?

An Zimo turned his smart and flexible brain crazily, his eyes following An Xiang's body movements, and after she went out to take out the trash, he got up and went straight to the basement without hesitation.

There is a long staircase leading to the basement. The light seems to be broken. No matter how An Zimo presses it, there is no response.

It was simply daytime, and the light was only dim, not to the extent that it affected the field of vision.

An Zimo walked up one step after another with two short and thin legs.

Click.

His shoes suddenly hit a piece of warped wood, he staggered, and his body instantly fell down the stairs.

An Zimo felt no pain, but just felt unlucky.

He cursed and got up from the ground, patted his legs on his pants randomly with his little hands, then raised his hands, and a huge coffin came into view without any warning.

An Zimo's breath was suffocated, and his little body stood completely frozen in front of the coffin.

Who would be so kind as to put a coffin in the basement?

If you look carefully, the coffin has been polished and polished. It has obviously been maintained for a long time.

[Never go to the basement.]

An Xiang's gentle warning was close to her ears.

[Isn’t it just that a person died, making a big fuss.]

Isn't it just that - a person died.

one person.

According to the logical focus of this sentence, it means that there are two dead people An Xiang has seen, no, it may be three.

If you think about it carefully, this place is simply a natural sanctuary for serial killers!

An Xiang's calmness when facing the murder case and the coffin in front of him reminded him that he was not normal. Coupled with the memories of his previous life, he had no doubt that An Xiang would commit murder.

After all, his mother had actually threatened him with a knife before.

She can even coerce her own son, so how can she care about other people's lives?

Maybe this coffin was prepared for him.

She thinks he is a burden and it is better to get to know him early.

An Zimo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was indifferent.

——In this case, it is better to strike first.

He quickly ran back to his room, closed the door firmly, and huddled in a corner to think carefully about how to commit the crime.

With his current body, it is impossible to get rid of An Xiang. No matter how weak the enemy is, he is still an adult. If he acts rashly, he will only be discovered and killed.

An Zimo buried his head in his knees.

He cannot be impulsive and must calmly think about countermeasures.

If... if An Xiang is really the perpetrator, then that basement and that coffin will definitely contain evidence of her committing the crime. Then just find an opportunity to sneak into it, collect the evidence and hand it over to the police, and they can be easily punished.

An thought.

It’s decided!

Take action tonight when An wants to fall asleep!!

"Momo, what do you want to eat tonight?"

The door opened and An wanted to poke his head in.

Facing that silly smiling face, An Zimo sneered in his heart. He had seen this person's true face clearly and knew everything before him. All he needed to do next was to expose her disguise so that she would never laugh again!

"Mo Mo, if you don't want to talk to your mother, you can write it down." An Xiang specially found some banknotes and put them on the table, but fell silent for the next second and sighed regretfully, "That's right, Mo Mo doesn't seem to be able to write yet.

"

She scratched her head and said, "Then I'll make some noodles. I'll have something light for dinner." After making up her mind, she went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

The night between mother and son was quiet and uneventful.

An Xiang is used to watching a movie after dinner, such as "Dark Night"; "Texas Ogre"; "Twenty Days of Fear". These are all romantic movies with vampires as the protagonists. The only thing that makes An Xiang uncomfortable

Unfortunately, many of these movies end with the vampire being defeated.

She cut some fruit and put it on the coffee table, planning to eat it while watching a movie. Seeing An Zimo sitting on the sofa with no intention of leaving, her eyes lit up: "Do you want to watch a movie with mom?"

This time An Zimo responded: "Yeah." He wanted to wait until An wanted to go back to his room to sleep, and then go to the basement to collect evidence.

"Then which movie do you want to watch?" An Xiang took out the remote control, displayed all the movies he had purchased, and scrolled through the pages for An Zimo to choose.

""The Terror", "Blood Wedding", "Have You Seen My Head?" I have never seen these, Mo Mo, which one are you interested in?" This is the first time someone has accompanied An to think.

Watching the movie, I was indescribably excited and happy. She introduced each movie one by one like a treasure. Without systematic education, she had no idea that these r18 movies were not suitable for children to watch.

"..." An Zimo had a blank look on his face. This woman couldn't watch something that normal children should watch, such as "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", "Little Mary", "Peppa Pig", and "The Magic Soldier".

never mind.

What basic laws should we discuss with criminal suspects?

An Zimo was more casual: ""Have You Seen My Head?"" This is the longest one, and judging from the title, it's a bad movie. I believe she will get sleepy after watching it for a while. Once she gets sleepy and goes back to her room to fall asleep, he will

Get started.

"Okay, my son can look at his head if he wants to." An Xiangle, who had no idea what his son was thinking, agreed. He stood up and took out a bucket of popcorn from the refrigerator, took off his shoes and sat on the sofa cross-legged, and clicked on the movie to play.

What is surprising is that this is not a bloody and violent horror film, but a heartwarming anti-war film under the banner of a horror film.

The story mainly tells the story of a soldier who participated in World War II with his wife and children respectively. He was beheaded and died in the war. Dragging his mutilated body with him, he turned into an innocent soul and struggled to find his head. Seventy years passed in a flash...

Finally, the decapitated ghost met the protagonist group who made a living by exorcising ghosts.

"Sir, why do you keep looking for your head again?"

"Because I need my eyes and lips."

"Why?"

"Because my eyes want to see my wife; my lips want to kiss her cheek again, and by the way, Danny, that's my son."

Under the neon lights of the city, the decapitated gentleman in military uniform was polite and made the horror in the first half of the plot come to nothing.

An wanted to stuff popcorn in her mouth, but couldn't help but burst into tears.

An Zimo frowned and looked at the movie screen, then looked at An Xiang next to him with a tearful face, his brows were even more furrowed than before.

Just like this? Just like this? Just like this. What’s there to cry about?

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, and An Zimo only thought she was noisy.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" The hour hand pointed to ten o'clock, and An Zimo felt tiredness coming from his body.

An Xiang took out a tissue and rubbed his nose, looking at An Zimo with red eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he hit his head and suddenly realized: "Ah! I forgot that the baby needs to go to bed early."

An Zimo: "..." Fool.

An thought about it and hurriedly turned off the TV, carried him back to the room, and gently put him in the crib.

An Zimo disliked cribs with guardrails, but for the sake of the overall plan, he could only endure it for the time being.

A small rabbit lamp is lit in front of the bed, making the entire children's room more gentle.

Just when An Xiang was about to close the door and leave, he paused.

Seeing that she refused to leave, An Zimo said impatiently: "What are you doing?"

An wanted to scratch his face, blink, return to the bed, bend down and place a warm kiss on his forehead: "Good night, son."

boom--!

An Zimo's head exploded.

His eyes were shocked, his little hands were tugging on the quilt tightly without any reaction, and all kinds of messy thoughts were spinning crazily in his heart.

He was kissed by a suspect who may have eaten human flesh.

He is dirty.

He is an unclean baby.

Maybe there is DNA on the forehead. If you can't wipe it off, it's evidence. Let's go back and test it and arrest this vicious woman.

Good night, just good night, why did you kiss him? There must be a conspiracy in this!

An Zimo frantically turned the volume of his mind-reading machine to the maximum, and the voice coming from An Xiang's heart almost deafened his ears.

[I learned it from the TV, I don’t know if it’s right or not.]

[Should I kiss you downwards?]

[Hmm!! I will continue to improve tomorrow!]

After her voice ended, An wanted to leave the room.

The little rabbit lantern flickered, and the innocent smile on the rabbit's face seemed to be laughing at his suspicions.

An Zimo turned over and wanted to touch his forehead with his fingers. He thought about it for a while and then put it down. His sleepy brain became clear because of the ordinary good night kiss. He couldn't tell what he was feeling, but... his mother would never love him.

.

She doesn't love him.

He has always relied on this belief to survive.

An Zimo closed his eyes.

I have decided that I must tear through her disguise tonight and let her reveal her true colors!!!

**

The hour hand ticked round and round, and when the time was fixed at one o'clock, An Zimo lifted up the quilt and climbed out of the crib. He did not put on shoes, and his little feet made no sound when he stepped on the ground.

An Zimo picked up the pen and paper that An Xiang left in the room today, and wrote a letter in Morse code. If something unexpected happened, this encrypted letter would be evidence for the police to solve the case.

——He is really a genius.

——If he hadn't been smart, he might have died at the hands of An Xiang.

An Zimo hid the letter, stood up and carefully opened the door and walked out. The living room was dark. He fumbled on the table and turned on the flashlight. The light source was all focused on the door leading to the basement. An Zimo pursed his lips in thought, and then looked at the fruit basket.

He took a folding fruit knife and stuffed it into the back of his pants.

After getting ready, An Zimo took a deep breath and walked to the door.

He had already thought about it. If he found any abnormality, he would immediately use the landline in the living room to call the police. An Xiang would definitely not be able to destroy the evidence in a short period of time.

An Zimo held on to the flashlight and pushed open the closed door in front of him very carefully and slowly.

He originally thought she might lock it, but she didn't, but her carelessness helped him.

An Zimo turned the light of the flashlight to the darkest level and walked up the stairs one step after another. This time he deliberately avoided the broken piece of wood and did not do anything stupid like tripping.

After successfully walking down the steps, the coffin was close at hand.

An Zimo tiptoed over and faced the huge coffin, finally realizing the problem he was about to face.

——Too high.

——With his current body height, he cannot climb up.

hateful.

If you can't climb up, you won't be able to see what's going on inside. Let alone collecting evidence, I'm afraid An Xiang will find out and find out about it.

An Zimo gritted his teeth unwillingly and glanced at the chair next to him with his peripheral vision.

Without hesitation, he put the flashlight on the ground, then gently moved the chair to the coffin, and climbed up using his hands and feet.

The sound of even breathing came from the coffin.

An Zimo's breath was stagnant.
Chapter completed!