Chapter 130

Name:Dark Matter Museum Author:ye bu yu
The living room was empty and there was nothing. Cheng fangya deliberately didn't turn on the light. She and her brother touched the anti-theft door in the dark. That door seems to isolate the special channel between the outside and the inside. The separation between one door is two worlds.

"Sister, I'm afraid."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Did Uncle Wang find us? "

"I didn't see it."

"Don't make any noise." Cheng fuoya tried to keep calm and slowly opened the door of the anti-theft door with the smallest action. Then he touched the door handle.

Her heart is beating wildly. Well, great. As soon as she presses the door handle, she and her brother can escape and escape from this depressed and cold home.

icy? Cold, eh, eh, why does she feel cold?

A cold, I do not know when to blow over. It's like someone is blowing at her neck.

"Brother, Uncle Wang, did you see it?" Cheng fangya suddenly gave a cold swing and asked in a low voice with a crying voice.

My brother still shook his head.

"Whatever!" Cheng fangya gritted her teeth and desperately pressed down the door handle. As soon as she wanted to open the door, she suddenly ran out. But really, when she pressed the doorknob, she suddenly pressed an empty one.

The door handle, which was clearly held in her hand, disappeared.

"How is this possible!" Cheng fangya couldn't believe it. She touched the door with her hand.

The anti-theft door is still a familiar anti-theft door. The cold touch is still felt with your fingertips. But no matter how she looked, she couldn't find the door handle.

The door handle that Mingming just held disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

"Sister, what are you doing?" The younger brother asked suspiciously.

"The door handle is missing." Cheng Ya said in fear.

"Isn't the door handle on the door?"

"But now it can't be found. I can't explain. Brother, what should we do? " In this supernatural scene, Cheng foraoya finally completely believes that there are events in her family that cannot be explained by science.

The younger brother grabbed Cheng fangya's left hand tightly and suddenly said, "sister, I know where the door handle has gone."

"Where is it?" Cheng fangya was stunned.

"You see, right here."

At this time, the girl suddenly felt that her brother's hand didn't seem to be right. The little hand was cold, as if he were grasping a cold mass of ice.

She shivered and slowly turned her head to look. I saw my brother standing next to me, holding a door handle in his left hand. The door handle is really on the security door.

But how could the door handle be in my brother's hand?

Cheng fangya thought more and more wrong. She slowly lowered her head and looked at her brother's face. The younger brother's expression was motionless and his smile was very ferocious.

Like, like he's wearing a mask.

"No, you're not my brother." Cheng fangya desperately threw off the hand and stepped back in fear.

"Sister, I'm your brother." The brother with an evil smile approached her step by step.

Cheng fangya was scared and almost fainted: "who the hell are you?"

"Hee hee, who am I? I'm your uncle Wang. " The younger brother laughed hysterically, but his expression remained unchanged: "Yaya, do you want to go out? But you have violated my rules of the game and need to be punished. "

"Punish... You, you are what the family calls Uncle Wang." Cheng fangya was stunned. If it's simply that my brother's nerve is divided, how to explain the situation that the door handle just disappeared.

"I will punish you, Yaya. But Uncle Wang, I love disobedient children the most. " The brother said and smiled, "do you like your brother?"

"Hi, I like it."

"Unfortunately, you're going to have no brother." With a smile, my brother went to the window opposite the living room, opened the window and sat on the edge of the window.

"You, what are you going to do?" Cheng fangya's soul flies away.

"Say goodbye to your brother. This is Uncle Wang's punishment for a disobedient little fellow like you." With that, my brother was about to jump down the stairs.

"No!!" Cheng fangya screamed and rushed over.

In her scream, her brother looked at her with gloomy and expressionless eyes: "scare you, how can I be willing to hurt the children. Hee hee, I like children best. "

The younger brother touched his own face, and then bit his own thumb hard, which was bloody. But his expression was still very cold. As if I didn't feel any pain.

"Then you say, how can I punish you?"

"Whoever, whatever you want with me. As long as you don't hurt my brother, please. " Cheng Ya begged.

"Hee hee. Let me think, let me think. Uncle Wang, I like children best after all. " After the monster attached to his brother said this, his brother's body softened and nearly fell off the windowsill.

Cheng fangya screamed again and hugged her brother desperately. The two fell to the ground together.

"Sister, why are you holding me?" The younger brother woke up and looked at the room in confusion: "why haven't we escaped?"

"Brother, I'm afraid we can't escape at all." Cheng fangya held her brother and cried bitterly.

She clearly understood one thing. Uncle Wang should exist like a ghost. It, somehow, invaded its home. At this moment, Cheng foraoya deeply knew that her ordinary happy daily life was completely over.

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Yenuo and his second son Li Jiaming feel strange after hearing Cheng fangya's story.

Li Jiaming feels that his future daughter-in-law is too difficult. He grabs Cheng fangya's hand with snot and tears and doesn't let go.

Cheng fangya was a little embarrassed. She retracted several times and didn't get rid of Li Jiaming's claws, so she had to let him grasp it. Obviously, this simple girl still likes Li Jiaming.

I just don't know whether Li Jiaming moved her at a certain moment due to the suspension bridge effect.

"Third, you can help ya ya. Sobbing. " Li Jiaming wiped his nose and patted yenuo on the shoulder.

Yenuo hurriedly dodged: "well, well, it's dirty. If I can help, I will help. "

"But it's hard to deal with." He rubbed his forehead.

The monster who calls himself Uncle Wang obviously has thinking, and thinking is not on the same line with human beings. Even though yenuo read many books about dark matter monsters in the museum, he could not summarize Uncle Wang into a certain type of monster.

Uncle Wang seems to be a cancer cell lurking in human families, lurking from one family to another, endless. What is its purpose?