It was dark.
Most of the people in the town went to bed early, nothing like the hustle and bustle of a big city.
To the east of the town, a slaughterhouse with an area of about 500 square meters was opened in the most desolate corner.
The slaughterhouse was brightly lit, but there were no nearby houses in a radius of 100 meters, which looked particularly eerie in this empty wilderness.
"Woooo!!!"
There were some small whines from the slaughterhouse.
"Why don't you eat it! Ah? Look down on Lao Tzu? You bitch!" The
unshaven, drunk-eyed butcher smirked and beat the bruised woman on the ground with a whip. There was also a pot of stewed meat on the table in the room.
In the face of her husband's abuse, the woman trembled, her face twisted in pain.
But she still didn't say a word, curled up in the corner, hugging a thin boy tightly in her arms.
The black-haired boy stared blankly at all this, his expression numb.
"Don't blame your father..." The
woman said in a thin voice between the butcher's beatings, with a nervous expression on her face.
"He will get better...as long as we endure it..."
"It will get better...it will...just like before..." He
will become the poor but gentle husband he used to be.
The woman muttered to herself, holding her son in her arms morbidly, as if she was holding her last hope.
"You two lose money! How can I have such a drag on me! Now I'm better! How long will you drag me down!"
"Especially you little bastard! You dare to beat people at school today! You He's tired of living, isn't he! I've lost all your face!"
The butcher swung the whip with blood red eyes, not satisfied with it, and kicked his wife and son with his hands and feet.
It was his greatest pleasure to see his wife and son look terrified.
Seeing that his mother was beaten with bruises all over his face and most of his body was swollen, Yuan Ping gritted his teeth and clenched the blade in his sleeve, his pupils trembling.
The woman seemed to have noticed something, and reached out and held Yuanping's hand: "It will be fine... everything will be fine..." Yuan Ping, who
was held in his arms by his mother, glanced at his mother's out of focus eyes with some sadness. Suppressing the choking in his throat, he stopped moving, and continued to let the man who was not worthy of being called a father beat and kick.
How could it possibly get better?
Too early, can't go back.
Yuan Ping said silently, his dark eyes filled with emptiness.
Soon, the black-haired boy was dragged out of his wife's arms by the butcher. He couldn't stand the expressionless face of the boy, and scolded him with a whip. Every time he went down, blood splattered everywhere.
Yuanping numbly and skillfully covered his head with both hands to protect the fatal part, and silently endured the anger from the butcher.
After being beaten unconscious, Yuanping raised his eyes and looked at the butcher in a trance, and saw that the countless ferocious souls on his back were greedily sucking his brain.
Those were all foreigners killed by the butcher.
Just as butchers boil their bones and suck their brains, so they are taking revenge in the same way.
Soon, it will be over, it will all be over soon.
All evil will come to an end.
The butcher was tired, and thought that Yuanping had always been as boring as a mute, he spat on him fiercely, and then turned and left the room.
Yuan Ping lay on the ground weakly, and the mother next to him crawled over tremblingly and hugged him.
"As long as you don't resist...Look, now he's gone..."
"Just bear with it...My child, he loves you...and he loves me...he loves us..."
The mother smiled, and the color of Yu Zi on her face made this smile extraordinarily terrifying.
Yuan Pian listened to his mother's stereotyped persuasion expressionlessly, and the ghosts floating in the slaughterhouse were reflected in the dark pupils.
The blood-stained pale faces were smiling eerily, watching the suffering of their family.
The next morning, before Yao Ye woke up, his father urged him to get into the car and head to the slaughterhouse.
Yao Ye's face was full of reluctance, but he had no choice but to accept his fate yesterday.
The car drove through the town and took a while to reach the slaughterhouse.
Looking at the slaughterhouse standing in the wilderness, Yao Ye showed a look of disgust.
It's such a small place, also called a slaughterhouse?
It's really tattered and crappy.
Yao Ye followed his father into the slaughterhouse, and was greeted by a big man with a flattering smile.
"Welcome Mr. Yao, welcome Mr. Yao! Please come this way, I'll show you our slaughterhouse, which absolutely meets your requirements!" The
butcher led Yao's father into the slaughterhouse, and the driver stayed outside to wait.
The slaughterhouse is very dark, and after the entrance gate is a long corridor leading directly to another large room for slaughtering.
There was a strong fishy smell in the humid air in the corridor. Father Yao and Yao Ye couldn't help frowning. They couldn't stand the smell.
But the butcher didn't realize it, and he was excited to introduce it. Father Yao couldn't say it directly, so he gave Yao Ye a wink to tell him to be serious and not to embarrass others.
Yao Ye pouted the corners of his mouth as he looked at the greasy flesh on the big man's face.
Is this Yuan Ping's father? It's too different, Yuan Ping is quite handsome no matter what, why is this guy so ugly.
Thinking of Yuan Ping, Yao Ye immediately asked, "Hey, where is Yuan Ping? Why haven't you seen him?"
The butcher, who had been chatting with Yao's father all the time, was stunned when he heard the words, and turned to look at Yao Ye, the second-generation rich man, with a face on his face. The upper body twitched, and forced out a smile that he thought was kind.
"Ah, young master, you know our family Yuanping, oh, that's really unfortunate. Yesterday, Yuanping was injured when he helped me move things. I'm afraid I can't come out to see you now, hehe!"
Yao Ye raised his eyebrows. Jiao Jin said: "Okay, then I'll go see him. After all, we are classmates. I should go and see if he is sick." After
speaking, Yao Ye naturally looked to a small room on the other side.
"Is that room his?"
"No!!!" When the butcher saw Yao Ye preparing to go to that room, he immediately shouted, his face trembling.
Yao Ye was startled and looked at the butcher dissatisfied.
"No, no, you want to scare me deaf with such a loud voice?" The
butcher came back to his senses after hearing the words. He quickly smiled and explained with a humble expression that it was a utility room, with a lot of rubbish. Yao Ye's eyes were dirty, that's why he was so excited.
Yao Ye was still dubious, but Yao's father didn't want to get into it. After all, who doesn't have a place to pickle.
He smiled rationally and patted Yao Ye's head, and said, "Alas, this kid in my family just doesn't care, Mr. Laiyuan, let's keep talking, ignore him, just go crazy alone."
Yao Ye was suppressed like that Now, the request to visit Yuanping was ignored, and he could only be a light bulb all the way, and followed the two to visit the slaughterhouse and cold storage of the slaughterhouse.
Pa-da -
Just as Father Yao and the butcher were discussing the development direction of the slaughterhouse, there was a sound of glass beads beating in the dark place not far away in the corridor.
Yao Ye turned his head curiously, as if attracted, and walked over step by step.
brush! ! !
A pale hand swept through the darkness.
Yao Ye was startled and suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that Yao's father and the butcher had disappeared for some time, and he walked into an unfamiliar corridor.
This corridor matched the gloomy atmosphere of the entire slaughterhouse, with bare and exposed walls, damp moss, and even the ceiling was dripping with water. Yao Ye's clothes were dripping with a few drops of water, which was disgusting.
He jumped off the dripping spot and kept walking.
The corridor in front was dimly lit, sinking in a hazy darkness, making it impossible to see what was inside.
"Hey! Is there anyone?"
Yao Ye thought of the hand he saw just now, inexplicably frightened, and asked cautiously, looking at the dark place ahead.
Da-da-da-
suddenly, there was a rapid and strange sound of footsteps coming from behind.
Yao Ye looked back, but there was nothing behind him.
Is it an illusion?
Yao Ye was about to turn his head back in surprise, but suddenly remembered a horror movie he had seen before, thinking that he shouldn't turn around and kill him.
In many movies, movie characters find something behind them, look back, find nothing, and when they turn back again, they are killed by monsters.
Thinking of this, Yao Ye swallowed his saliva, stuck to the spot stiffly, and slowly turned his head back.
"Huh! Fortunately, no..."
Yao Ye looked at the empty corridor in front of him, heaving a sigh of relief, but his eyes widened in the next second.
Because, a bloody head suddenly fell from the ceiling, a face with no facial features, only a layer of bloody muscles, just met Yao Ye's eyes.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Yao Ye was stunned, slumped to the ground, staring helplessly hanging from the ceiling, just like a mollusk with only a lump of soft flesh, and the bloody monster fell to the ground.
Da -
a sticky voice came, and the monster twisted its disgusting body and crawled towards Yao Ye, with its blood-hole-like eye sockets facing Yao Ye directly.
Yao Ye had never seen such an exciting scene before, his face was pale and his mind was blank.
He got up from the ground and ran. He ran around the room, and he ran to some place. A rusty iron door appeared in front of him.
Yao Ye looked at the iron door in a trance, as if he was fascinated, and slowly pressed his hand on the door handle.
"Don't move." A
slightly hoarse voice came from the side of the ear, and Yao Ye's palm was also covered by a rough palm.
Yao Ye woke up from his trance, feeling the warm temperature in his hands, his fluffy black hair exploded immediately, his face turned pale with fright.
The black-haired boy carefully removed Yao Ye's hand from the doorknob, and then let go.
After he let go of his hand, Yao Ye immediately stuck to the wall next to him with a terrified expression like a frightened squirrel.
"Woohoo ... wow ... don't, don't come ..."
Yao Yan stuck to the wall and refused to come down, crying pear blossoms with rain.
Seeing Yao Ye's pitiful appearance, the black-haired boy, namely Yuan Ping, fell silent, his face blushed under a mess of hair, and he said at a loss, "You, you shouldn't be here. Let's go. , your father is looking for you outside."
Yao Ye's sanity returned a little, and he hiccups while crying: "Bad! You are not good people! Hiccup!
" I didn't want to come!"
"Never come again! There are ghosts! You poor ghosts are deliberately scaring people!"
Yao Ye couldn't stop crying, crying and screaming childishly.
Yuan Ping accepted Yao Ye's accusations in silence, and when he was almost relieved, he cautiously said, "Let's go, your father is really looking for you outside."
Yao Ye looked at Yuan Ping angrily, and felt very I was afraid, but I couldn't take this breath. When Yuan Ping came over and wanted to pull him forward, he grabbed Yuan Ping's half-length messy hair.
"What the hell is that! Are you looking for something to scare me on purpose!"
Yuan Ping was dragged so he could only stagger forward with Yao Ye, and he said comforting words in a calm tone: "It's alright, let's go Let's go."
While Yao Ye was being led away, he continued to accuse him of all kinds.
Yuan Ping's expression was calm, but his body honestly stiffened slightly when Yao Ye approached.
He led Yao Ye to the gate of the slaughterhouse almost hand in hand, and then never left.
In fact, Yao Ye was so frightened that he was crying and crying, and he had no IQ.
At this moment, after seeing the light in front of the door, he hurried over, forgetting Yuan Ping, and running in the direction of Father Yao.
Father Yao was talking to the butcher at this time, and he didn't notice Yao Ye's disappearance, he just thought he was running out to play.
"Dad!"
Yao Ye cried and rushed into his father's arms, startling his father.
Yao Ye was talking in a mess, looking a little abnormal.
When I touched my forehead, it was a little hot.
Yao's father panicked now, and hurriedly got Yao Ye into the car with half drag and half hug, and went to the nearby hospital.
Before the butcher could finish speaking, he was thrown down, and he didn't even give any contact information. After a while, he showed a hideous expression.
"Damn! Rich people don't have a good thing!"
Yao Ye was soon sent to the hospital, developed a high fever, was ill in bed for three days, and only woke up on the fourth day.
After Yao Ye woke up, Yao's father asked Yao Ye why he was crying at that time.
Yao Ye told the truth and asked about Yuan Ping's situation, because after all, it was Yuan Ping who helped him, and he was so frightened that he kept trying to trouble Yuan Ping.
When Father Yao heard this, his expression was a little complicated.
"The Yuanping family is all dead. There was a fire in the slaughterhouse last night."
Yao Ye was stunned.