Chapter 114

Ellen, a child no one loves, from the beginning.

In her infancy, Ellen discovered the fact that both her father and mother were extremely indifferent to her, and that she could not get the caress of her parents, whether crying or smiling.

At that time, Ellen, who was often locked up in a dark room for introspection, loved to cry.

But his cry usually attracted his mother's cold scolding and whips, as well as his father's beating and scolding, so later he learned to laugh.

Later, when he grew up, everyone told him that just smile would make his parents like him.

But parents still don't.

It doesn't matter. Ellen, who likes to read fairy tales, knows that this is only temporary. Sooner or later, he will have a happy ending like the hero in the story.

In the crowded debris room, the scarred Ellen is holding a fairy tale book, looking forward to a better future happily. There is a beautiful princess to spend the rest of her life with him, sharing all the joy and pain.

Later, a car accident took my mother away.

Ellen still remembers that at that time, his father and mother were injured. At the age of 10, he looked askance at the blood on his mother's neck and the expression of resentment on his face and began to smile.

"What a beautiful red."

My mother's Emerald's pupils were dyed red, and the flame was hot. My mother, who had always been indifferent, finally became warm to him. Ellen was really happy.

Happy to forget to make a sound to the rescue workers outside the car to be careful not to open the door - because it will make the iron thorn on Mother's chest deeper.

Poof - blood splashed all over the car.

After the car accident, Ellen lost her legs and her father got rid of the shackles.

He has a new wife, Ellen's stepmother.

Stepmother is very similar to her mother, even the way she treats Ellen, scolding and scolding, flogging and ignoring.

Ellen was very sad because he still couldn't get his parents' love.

But he is also very happy, because he feels that his life is finally like a fairy tale, with a vicious stepmother, isn't it?

Well, will the princess also come?

[still not here ~]

looking at the body of her father who committed suicide in despair after bankruptcy, Ellen sadly closed the door again.

"Son of a bitch! What have you done to my dear

The stepmother was very excited when she saw the body. She knocked on Ellen's door and asked him why he didn't stop his father's suicide just now.

"Father is very happy, why stop it ~"

Ellen tilted her head in bewilderment. As usual, there was an angel like smile on her porcelain white cheek.

The stepmother collapsed, slashed Ellen's skin with a knife, and kept saying words like "devil" and "guy who shouldn't exist" that Ellen didn't understand.

Then, in order to purify the devil, the stepmother put a rope around Ellen's neck and tightened her arm ferociously.

Ellen died in suffocation, his face full of regret.

Because he hasn't been waiting for his own princess.

Is the content in the fairy tale book all deceiving?

Sitting in the room where her stepmother hanged herself, Ellen shakes her stepmother's blue ankles playfully, watching the dead ghost show mixed expressions of fear and resentment.

When Ellen got tired of it, he let go. He put out his finger and counted the people in the apartment building.

One, two, three

So lonely, so lonely, the neighbors who used to play with Ellen no longer come. Is it because he can't be bullied like a fool?

Ellen doesn't know the answer, but maybe she can play with them again. If she loses, she will stay with him forever.

Ellen thought it was a good idea, and the black fog filled the apartment building with excitement.

Let's play the game so that we won't be lonely ~

just as Ellen chose to play the game, he heard the voice next door.

Dong -

Dong -

in the room, the corpse hanging by the rope swayed along the original force and hit the wall next door.

Click -

the sound of the door opening came from the next room.

Ellen stops. He looks like a little prince hiding in the dark, waiting for a new playmate.

In the corridor of the apartment, a young man with black hair who had moved a heavy suitcase laughed when he heard the sound of knocking on the wall from next door.

Are there any children next door?

He buckled his fingers and tapped.

Dong Dong -

"..."

The sound stopped.

black haired young man waited for a while, and then he turned back his eyes and make complaints about himself.

He missed the excited knock from the next room.Dong -

Dong -

the young man who came out of the room had to go downstairs to carry his luggage. He quickly closed the door, like a constant top, and brought a lot of sundries.

Tick, tick, tick - as the young man with black hair was finishing up his last things and preparing to go back to his room to have a rest, the beating sound of glass beads came from the hidden door next door.

The young man with black hair turned his head and saw a golden glass bead rolling to his feet.

The sunlight reflected from the corridor window makes the glass beads appear crystal clear, as beautiful as a crystal ball in a fairy tale.

The young man bent down and caught the glass bead with his slender and round fingertips.

The kid next door?

The young man looked at the darkness in the next door, hesitated, and put the bead on the inside of the threshold.

He didn't want to be fussy, and he didn't want to get into trouble with people.

Diddidi - there was a rush call from the mobile phone. The young man answered the phone before he could straighten up. He nodded and bowed to the other end of the phone. He quickly closed the door and left the apartment. Maybe he won't come back until early in the morning.

After a long time, the golden glass beads in the door of the next room rolled into the dark without wind. A pale palm that could only belong to the dead closed and folded the glass beads.

Snow white, with black hair and black eyes, smiles at him. It's so beautiful ~

in the dark, the dead body lying in the wheelchair moves her long stiff limbs and slowly raises her mouth.

The closed curtains, the dark room, filled with the aroma of food.

"La ~ La ~"

the full lips slightly open, humming a gentle nursery rhyme.

The wrists are relaxed slightly, the egg's fragile skin is cracked, and the yolk and white are mixed together and flow into the container.

The boy with short black hair bends his lips, and his pale face is full of girlish love, admiring his sweetheart.

On that day, he was waiting for his princess ~

Ellen's dark green eyes curled up, with a morbid obsession and possessiveness in her smile.

The princess picked up the golden ball on the ground and gave it back to the prince trapped in the room.

Princess, with his heart, will always be together.

They will be happy together forever, just like in fairy tales, so happy ~

Yiyi -

the hot oil is boiling hot, a round poached egg is fried quickly, and the blue and white arm of a dead person trembles slightly, pouring the poached egg into the plate.

It's a love shaped sun egg.

"La ~ La ~"

at the end of the nursery rhyme, the boy with black hair looks expectantly at his lover in the next room.

In the bedroom, Yao Ye, who is sleeping, is awakened by a tempting aroma. He opens his eyes and rubs his messy black hair vaguely. His white and delicate cheek is still with the blush of sleeping.

"Well? This What's the taste? "

Because he just died yesterday, Yao Ye, who was too happy, was excited for most of the night. When he woke up in the morning, he would not have enough energy. He stretched out and went to the living room. As soon as he was ready to go to the bathroom to wash, he caught a glimpse of the dishes on the dining table not far away.

“！！！”

Yao Ye is shocked. His heart is cold. He looks back at the door lock of his bedroom. It's safe. He starts to think about the feeling when he opened the door just now. It's locked just like last night, and it hasn't been opened.

That guy didn't do something disgusting in the middle of the night.

But Is it difficult for this pervert to regard himself as a snail girl?

Yao Ye looks at the poached eggs and bacon milk on the table. After a moment of silence, he takes up the plate with a black face and is ready to pour it out.

Who would dare to eat something made by perverts, who knows what would be put into it, nail spiders or something, it's possible.

He won't eat when he dies!

Gulu - Yao Ye's flat stomach makes a protest.

Yao Ye: "yes."

How about some?

After all, I got up late today. If I don't eat this, I will go to work hungry. That guy can't poison himself. After all, he has to track himself.

Yao Ye pondered for a while, but he poured out the most likely milk. After a simple wash, he sat at the table and began to eat.

The color of the milk would make him think of something disgusting to pick and pull, but he chose not to drink it because the abnormal person really had no lower limit.

And see the lover poured out the milk, sitting at the table of black hair green eyes of the ghost show little daughter-in-law general aggrieved expression.

Do you want to throw it all out again?

Honey, what do you like?

Do you like Chinese food?

But it won't do it.

The ghost bowed his head and felt inferior to his own incompetence.

Unable to satisfy the princess's wish, can the prince stay with the princess forever?

Ghost's pale fingers are locked on the table, and you can see the black fog which symbolizes resentment floating between the fingers. The beautiful and pure face also has the color of death.Incompetent guy It's the second time. Honey must be angry. It's no use apologizing.

…… It's all your fault Hee hee to die

Ghost's horrible face is full of resentment for itself. It curls up restlessly, embraces itself with both hands, and its nails sink deeply into its arms on both sides. With a little effort, it tears off large pieces of flesh and blood. The bright red texture is revealed, and the blood stains the ghost's white jacket - it was specially changed to please her.

It's no use It's all useless

Ellen is still a kid nobody likes.

Ghost covered his head, dark green pupil dilated, white eyes with a lot of blood.

Princess, are you leaving Ellen?

No They can be together forever, honey, just stay forever Forever!!!

The pale ghost looks up and clings to his lover. His eyes are full of deep possessiveness and cold twisted love. It tightly entangles his lover in fear.

The black fog around the ghost is also more intense, circling in the room, symbolizing the unstable mental state of the ghost.

"Well..."

Yao Ye swallowed the bacon in his throat. After pondering for a moment, he had to admit that the abnormal cook was delicious.

“…… It's delicious. Well, why don't you be a chef if you have this skill? You have to be a stalker... "

Yao Ye shakes his head with regret.

Delicious?

Honey, do you think it's delicious?

Pale ghost Zheng for a while, full of sad expression into a smile, sweet and happy.

For ghost, the recognition of lover is the sweetest honey in the world. It's so sweet that even the heart is filled with candy, and the blood is full of sweetness.

The ghost still bleeding happily hugged his lover in his arms.

He rubbed his lover's cheek and whispered to him intimately.

My dear, he is always acting like a coquettish ~

Yao Ye stops his knife and fork in his hand. After a while, he pretends that he has not heard anything and gobbles it up.

He didn't hear anything like coquetry. He was not ill and didn't need to go to the hospital to spend money.

After all, it's the stalker pervert who forced him to be like this, but it's OK. When the pervert is tired of him, he can go back to normal.

Yao Ye is sure of his idea, so he refuses to take the medicine with more peace of mind.

Soon after finishing his meal, Yao Ye wiped his mouth contentedly and was ready to go out to work.

Standing in front of the mirror in front of the porch, Yao Ye arranges the bow tie on his neck. His white finger inadvertently touches another finger with a distinct bone.

A finger as pale as a dead man.

！！！

Yao Ye is startled. When he looks down again, he has only one hand on his tie.

What? What was that?

And that angle Why is it so like someone hugging him from behind?

The ghost with green eyes sticks to his lover's neck socket, squints his eyes, and his fingers are connected with his lover's fingers.