Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 859 Born for You (48)

  The man wrapped his arms around her waist and touched her head.

"scared?"

".fine."

   It's strange.

  Yun Si buried herself in his arms, closed her eyes, and decided to forget everything she had just heard.

   It is said that an article can reflect a person's inner world, and now that he has written such a dark fairy tale, it is not true in his heart.

   is also a pervert?

   Yun Si was a little tired, "Next time, don't write such **** and dark fairy tales, write something better."

   "I won't," he said honestly.

  Yun Si: "."

   "Then write whatever you want. In short, **** and violent content is not allowed."

   His smile just now really scared her.

  She always knew that he had a dark heart, but she never expected that it would be so terrifying.

  Comparing this way, the evil spirits in **** are probably not even half as good as him.

  Yun Si calmed down a little in his arms, then looked up at him.

  He looked at her, then kissed her again.

   "However, why do you like writing about the Diablo series so much?"

  Yun Si looked at the scar on his face, and reached out to touch it.

   "Because someone bullied you before?"

  He was startled, and there seemed to be a flash in his eyes.

   Did not speak, slightly silent.

   After a long time, he whispered,

   "I just feel... sick."

  "All my family members died in that fire, only I survived, I feel uncomfortable."

  Fires all over the sky, people crying, the sky burning red, and the pungent smell of gas leaking in the air.

  That was all his memories, like a nightmare, kept recurring in his mind, stimulating him, making him extremely depressed and collapsed, tearing his spirit apart, and tumbling in the quagmire of pain.

  He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he only knew that the hot and pungent feeling had completely eroded his brain, leaving nothing left.

  After the fire, he lost a large area of ​​memory, and his mind was empty, leaving only the fire that filled the sky.

   When he woke up again, only the police appeared in front of his hospital bed, holding a notebook, saying that he was going to take notes.

  At that time, he knew his identity, knew that all his family members were dead, and only a few houses were left for him.

   Relying on collecting rent, he paid his own medical expenses, and then moved here, spending his days in a daze.

   When he was in a frenzy and his mind was torn apart, he wanted to do something especially to vent his terrible desire.

  However, the remaining sliver of reason told him that he couldn't.

  He has to endure, control himself, and not allow himself to do things that make the situation out of control.

  So, he found that it was a good idea to write down his evil thoughts.

   At least, he doesn't need to go out to meet people, and he doesn't need to face outside variables.

  As long as you live in your own world, you can control yourself and stop getting sick.

   As for Diablo

  She didn't know, these were already sweet fairy tales to him.

  In his computer, there are more detailed **** texts, bit by bit, the blood splatter is written very vividly.

  He actually prefers that description, prefers to describe the smell of decomposing corpses, even prefers .

  Describe the rats in the stinking ditch eating the remains.

  Showing such a picture in his mind over and over again made him extremely excited.

   Even, it will stimulate him to produce more **** pictures.

  Play one frame at a time, like a movie.

  (end of this chapter)