Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 92: Story in blood
Chapter 92 The story in the bloodstain
The way the woman speaks is very weird, as if she is singing an elegant opera, but no matter her current posture or the content of her mouth, it has nothing to do with elegance.
My palms were sore and itchy. I stood in the ditch for more than ten seconds, but I didn't dare to approach this woman.
It is hard to imagine that I would be intimidated by a woman who is incapacitated.
Frankly speaking, the woman in the corner is fairly average-looking, with delicate features, and a clean body, but exudes a strong smell of blood, and her skin is sickly pale.
It's very tender, not the kind of juicy freshness, it feels like a thin layer, as if you can splatter blood with a light poke with your finger.
I hesitated for a long time, but I still didn't get out of the canal. There was no place to stay in the cell.
Except for the woman herself, the ground, walls and roof are all covered by paintings. Some of the hideous patterns look fresh, and they should have been painted not long ago.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" After thinking for a long time, the moment I saw the woman, I didn't know what to ask, or there were too many things to ask, and I didn't know where to start all of a sudden. Speaking of.
The woman has been staring at me, her expression is very strange, her face is obviously tear-stained, but she is lying in the middle of the blood-smeared painting in a very enjoyable posture.
"Can you hear my voice?" Still no response, I walked along the drain to the wall, and walked towards the woman while trying not to destroy the blood pattern.
The closer you get, the more you feel that there is a huge secret hidden in the woman.
"I will not hurt you."
When she sensed that someone was coming, her reaction was very special. There was no obvious change in her expression, and there was a flattering smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was a dancer in a nightclub.
But the opposite of her expression was the reaction of her body. She folded her legs and shrank back, and the iron chain was straightened.
She was smiling obsequiously, but tears were streaming from her eyes.
I'm not mistaken, 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 show such a despicable smile?
From her body, I seem to see the shadow of another woman—Jiang Shihan.
"Sorry, I didn't mean any harm." Back to the canal, I put the woman aside first, and looked at the paintings in the cell.
These blood-drawn patterns are very abstract, and some blood stains that have dried up into crimson are stained on the wall, and nothing can be seen at all.
"These paintings are similar to the ones in Jiang Shihan's ward, but they are too messy to see." The woman doesn't know how long she has been locked here, and the walls are painted layer after layer, as if painted with blood. The only thing she can do.
I walked to the other side of the canal, and just about to move my legs to remove the iron fence leading to the next room, the woman suddenly shouted: "Son!"
"What did you just say?"
Pointing to a painting that was almost stepped on, she repeated: "Son!"
"This is your son?" I stopped the movement in my hands, squatted on the ground and found the place where the woman's fingers were from the messy patterns.
The bloodstain is very blurry, and you can't find it if you don't pay attention.
In the painting, there is a small figure in a skirt surrounded by three circles of different sizes.
The serial numbers boss, second, and third are also marked on the circle.
The appearance of this painting is like a point, with it as the center, all the paintings in the room seem to be surrounding it.
"The three circles represent three children respectively, so the little person in the skirt should be herself."
Continuing to look along the pattern, there is a hideous villain with holes dug by nails next to their family.
"A mother with three children, the one next to her should be the father."
In women's paintings, the father is always covered with scars and potholes, which are dug out by women with their fingernails or even bitten out with their mouths.
It can be seen that women hate this man deeply.
"How much hatred is there?"
The next painting just answered my question. Men often use violence against other people in the family, and neither children nor women escaped his poisonous hands.
Later on, for some unknown purpose, the man tied the woman with ropes and locked her in the attic, forcibly separating their mother and child.
The man in the painting seems to be an extremely twisted pervert. He is not only satisfied with physical torture, but also likes to torture a person's soul mentally.
For example, restricting the mother's actions, and then forcing her to watch her child being bullied and beaten, and doing all kinds of heinous things.
What he likes the most is to force the other person to act according to his own will when a person is in pain and despair, making the other person more tormented and sad, and finally mentally overwhelmed and stupid.
Most of the pictures are depicting the atrocities committed by men. The father in the picture tortured him viciously and viciously. He didn't treat the woman and the three children as adults at all.
Later, the man got worse and even recorded the whole process of torture every time, and watched it repeatedly when nothing happened.
Only one day, the woman in the skirt in the painting broke free from the rope. She seemed to be ready to call the police, but she didn't know that all this was deliberately designed by the man. Try something fresher, like pretending to offer hope, before kicking yourself into a darker abyss.
The man killed the youngest child in front of the woman, regardless of the woman's pleadings.
Later, the woman in a trance was locked in a box and became a man's private plaything.
After watching these pictures, I gritted my teeth unconsciously.
That man is not even as good as a beast. If I can arrest him, I will try the same pain he inflicted on others on himself.
A few minutes later, I calmed down and looked at the woman: "Did you draw your own story?"
The woman still didn't answer directly, she smiled obsequiously, but her tears couldn't stop streaming down, her lips were blue, and she kept repeating the sentence: "I'm a gift, I'm a bitch, I'm Satan's woman."
Most of the paintings on the ground and walls tell the story of the woman herself, but there are also pictures of other people being killed.
I feel that there are not one or two murderers, and their purpose of killing is not for money or sex, but purely for a kind of psychological comfort.
"A bunch of lunatics!"
After I read them all, I stood in the room, the woman was crazy, but a lot of information was revealed from her, at least she was the only adult in these cells who knew.
Slowly approaching the woman, she was wearing a hospital gown, the clothes were messy, but her skin was clean, exuding a sickly beauty.
I crouched next to her and touched the chain lightly. I don't know how long she was locked here. The rough chains tore through the flesh, and then grew together with the healed flesh, which looked very scary.
"Is imprisoned in such a poor environment, but her skin is unexpectedly clean. Does anyone clean her regularly? The woman said that she is a gift, a woman of Satan. Is it possible that what she said is Satan's finger? Is it your own husband?"
In the painting, she has three children. When I met Song Xiaofeng in the 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 have a younger brother It's called Song Xiaoyao."
Speaking of this, the flattering smile on the woman's face froze.
I noticed a change in the woman's demeanor, and said while the iron was hot: "I heard that their mother is called Wang Fengyao."
As soon as Wang Fengyao uttered the three words, the smile on the woman's face disappeared, replaced by grimness and pain, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"Did you remember anything? Those three children were waiting for their mother to go back. They all thought their mother was dead."
"Shut up!" A strange man's voice suddenly came out of the woman's mouth. It was as if the contents were thrown out, and bright red blood flowed from his forehead in a short while.
"What are you doing?!" Seeing this, I quickly grabbed her shoulders and put my hand on her forehead.
The commotion in the cell was getting louder and louder. About twenty seconds later, the sound of the iron door being opened came from the corridor outside, and someone was walking towards the cell quickly!