My House of Horrors Chapter 500: Horrible husband

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Unfamiliar expression, weird tone, Huang Ling ’s husband seems to be sleepwalking. He stands on the bed, tiptoe, his neck seems to be caught by something, and looks down at Huang Ling.

The eyelids are turned up, and the eyes are convex. In the bedroom shrouded in darkness, the husband who has lived with Huang Ling for several years just stares at her like this.

"I made the soup for you in the kitchen, drink it while it's hot."

The room they rented is not large, the bedroom is narrow, Huang Ling is against the wall, and the mobile phone is grasped with five fingers.

She has a very bad hunch in her heart. Once she calls, her husband is likely to kill himself.

"I, I am not too hungry." Huang Ling moved towards the door of the room. She grabbed the bedroom door handle, but before she opened the door, her husband jumped from the bed.

Jia Ming ’s body is very stiff, and his joints are not able to bend normally, giving the impression that he is a puppet held by a silk thread.

Pale hands grabbed Huang Ling's arms, and when a cold came, Huang Ling discovered for the first time that his husband's palms did not feel a trace of warmth.

She was speechless nervously, her body trembling slightly, her pupils beating nervously.

The husband ’s face came together, his eyelids turned up, and most of his eyes were occupied by the whites of his eyes: "I ’m done, you drink more."

"Okay, I drink ..." Huang Ling dared not resist, she worried that she would die in this small, dark and small room.

The bedroom door was opened by her husband. The familiar and unfamiliar man stood on tiptoe and took Huang Ling's hand into the kitchen in a weird posture.

The doors and windows are tightly closed, and the house seems completely isolated from the outside world.

Huang Ling dared not resist and was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.

As soon as she entered, she saw that there was a soup pot on the gas stove.

"I have cooked it for a long time before you simmer it. Come and try it."

Jia Ming stood on tiptoe, raised his hands stiffly, removed the iron pan from the gas stove, and placed it on the dining table.

Removing the lid, the room seems to be even colder.

He found two sets of tableware and put them on the side of the pot, and then looked straight at Huang Ling: "Come and taste, it's delicious."

"En." Huang Ling nodded lightly. She glanced into the iron pan. Inside was a chopped rag doll, and various fragments were floating on the clear soup in the pan. The most conspicuous thing was a plastic face .

A part of the doll ’s face was boiled, but Huang Ling recognized it at a glance. This doll was the first doll Jia Ming bought for himself.

It was very cheap. At that time, the two had just arrived in Jiujiang and had not been married. They were pure and simple, and full of hope for the future.

Looking at the shredded doll in the pot, Huang Ling feels that the precious memory in his heart has been severely torn.

"How can you use it to make soup?" Huang Ling didn't hold back and said it.

Jia Ming did not answer the question of Huang Ling. He picked up the spoon in the pot and filled Huang Ling with a full bowl: "Taste it."

"This is a memory between the two of us!" Huang Ling stood next to her, feeling that the strength in her body was being drawn out little by little.

"Memory?" Jia Ming looked at the doll in the pot and used a very puzzled tone to say a more frightening answer: "Isn't this our two children? What does it have to do with memory?"

He swallowed saliva and made an unpleasant laugh in his throat: "A lot of children, they will come back after throwing them away, and they will eat it all in their stomachs."

A normal person ca n’t say anything like this. Jia Ming tipped his head and slanted his head on his shoulder: "Quick, I ate, I ate all these!"

Huang Ling holding the spoon in hand, she looked at the floating debris in the bowl and the doll ’s face and felt a little vomiting.

She touched the phone screen with her finger. She wanted to call Chen Ge's phone, but then she thought about it, what's the use of calling? Chen Ge cannot come over immediately, when he arrives, I am afraid he has already encountered an accident.

"Why don't you eat it? Isn't it delicious? Don't you like the taste? You listen! There are children crying in it? What a beautiful voice." Jia Ming picked up the spoon in the pot, After taking a big sip, it was clearly clear soup, but he seemed to have tasted the best delicacy, showing a very enjoyable expression: "I hate children, especially those bad children who came out of the red house, they stole things from the door , I really want to eat them. "

After drinking, Jia Ming ’s upturned eyes slowly returned to normal, and he looked at Huang Ling: "Drink fast! Do you want me to feed you?"

Holding the spoon tightly, Huang Ling couldn't keep her mouth down. She was tangled in Jia Ming's eyes.

"Do n’t know how to sip it? I ’ll help you." Jia Ming picked up the fruit knife on the table: "Let me cut it for you, it ’s okay, and soon you can drink this pot all I will make more delicious soup for you and use fresher ingredients in the future. "

Jia Ming walked on tiptoe to Huang Ling, his tone was very scary.

The Huang Ling can no longer be controlled. Throw away the spoon in her hand and directly press the one-touch dial. Coincidentally, when she pressed the one-touch dial, the phone page changed. Someone happened to be at this time. Called.

She did n’t get through the one-touch dialing, and pressed her finger on the answer button.

"Are you the one who took my car tonight? You made my car like this, and tossed two hundred dollars you thought it could be solved? If you don't give a statement tonight, then I will ..."

"Help! Help! Help the police! I live on fourth floor! My husband is crazy!"

Hearing the voice over the phone, Huang Ling was completely out of control. She shouted with the phone and rushed to the door of the living room.

Like a drowning man grabbed the last straw, Huang Ling burst into unprecedented potential, and she was fast.

The living room door is divided into two floors. The door inside is easily opened by her, but the anti-theft door outside is locked by someone. You must find the key to open it.

"Help! Help!"

The voice of Huang Ling echoed in the corridor, and the cold wind poured into her sleeves, and she was shaking the door lock desperately.

"I warn you, don't scare me." The young driver's voice was shaking in the phone. He had been comatose for most of the night. He just woke up and saw someone leave a note next to the phone, so he called the phone and wanted to ask Know what happened tonight, and ask for some compensation by the way.

Huang Ling is still shouting. She hit the security door desperately. The sharp voice can be heard clearly throughout the building.

"Take a sip." The husband moved quietly behind Huang Ling.

"Help!" Huang Ling screamed exhaustedly, her back hitting the security door, and the phone shot at Jia Ming. The picture in front of her made her even more collapsed!

Jia Ming tilted his head on his shoulders crookedly, his eyelids turned up, and his eyes were convex. In fact, he didn't tiptoe at all, but the shadow behind him pinched his neck and kept moving him around.

"Take a sip."

"Help! Do n’t come!"

The sound of Huang Ling in the corridor came very far. About a few seconds later, the door opposite the Huang Ling house was suddenly opened, and an old lady glanced outside.

At this time, Jia Ming has poured the soup in the bowl into the mouth of Huang Ling, watching Huang Ling's body fall down softly, and his eyes become dull.

The old man at the door was already surprised by this scenario. She opened the anti-theft door and walked to the door of the Huang Ling home, asking with a trace of sympathy: "Xiao Jia, is she sick again with Huang Ling?"

Jia Ming helped Huang Ling, his lowered head slowly lifted up, his expression completely returned to normal, but his expression was a little stiff: "Hey, I have nightmares at night, and I will not take medicine."

"It's really hard for you to guard a patient." The old lady shook her head gently: "You'd better take her to a regular hospital to see it. This month, she has been ill three times. What will happen. "

"Well, sure." Jia Ming hung up the Huang Ling mobile phone and closed the security door.