To me, to my mother, this news is like a bolt from the blue!

From that day on, my mother became strange. She began to want to be with me every moment, and never want to separate for a second.

One night, I woke up from my sleep and found her lying beside me staring blankly at me. She didn't sleep at midnight, but she just tilted her head and stared at me with a pair of gray and turbid eyeballs staring at me, looking at me, staring at me, and not blinking.

I was so scared that I screamed!

She was woken up by me, and then I realized that she had just fallen asleep, but her eyes were open for no reason, staring at me constantly, maybe she wanted to look at me more when she was alive.

...

"So, you are so old and still sleep with your mother?"

“That’s how it is.”

“It’s always been like this.”

Zhou Yi recorded some things in the notebook, carefully observed the other party's expression, and confirmed that the other party did not have any traces of lying, "Okay, please continue."

...

As the condition worsened, the mother began to feel more and more painful. When it was in pain, her curled body was like a cooked shrimp. She had to curl up to relieve the pain.

Even painkillers are difficult to stop this pain, so I can only increase the amount of the medicine, which causes her to wake up for only a few hours all day long.

I had to start doing housework, cooking, cooking, and washing clothes by myself.

She also began to rely more and more on me. She needed me to accompany me when she was awake. Not only that, she also had to put a hand on my arm. Only by feeling my body temperature can she fall asleep peacefully.

One day, as the condition worsened, she asked me to move all the dolls in the basement to the bedroom, big and small, from my elementary school to the third grade of junior high school, a total of twenty-three dolls. The eyes of these dolls were all facing her to make her feel at ease.

For her, there may be more than twenty sons with her.

I am a little resentful of this matter. When I wake up at night, I find that the bedroom is scary. No one wants to see so many dolls staring at them...

But who made her my mother? I can only meet her requirements.

The days ahead are getting harder and harder. I must recognize the fact that my mother is about to die of illness. When she is asleep, I will cry secretly. I know that the next life must be spent alone. No matter how sad or uncomfortable it is, this fact will definitely happen. No one will always be with me, except myself.

My mental state was always bad those days, as if I was a walking corpse. I had no other mood except for expecting my mother to recover miraculously.

And one day, I discovered a very strange fact: one missing doll placed in the bedroom!

I asked my mother, and she said, "It's burned."

I found burning marks in the yard.

It is understandable that our place retains the custom of burning things, saying that it is better to have a company after reaching the gates of hell.

But I still kept a mind. I found that my mother sleeps with her eyes open at night, and she often stares at one of the dolls.

And this doll stared at her.

Until the next day, the doll would be burned.

On the third day, one disappeared.

On the fourth day, another one disappeared...

Day 5...

She would burn one doll every day, and later she would even burn two dolls. Her health would deteriorate and she was preparing for her funeral.

Finally one day, all the dolls were burned out.

And it was on this night that I found that after she fell asleep, she suddenly stared at me!

I felt inexplicably panic.

Those eyes were turbid and cold, just like a pair of dead eyes. She stared at me in a daze!

And in the room, there was no doll.

There is nothing to burn.

I quickly grabbed my mother's hand, but fortunately it was hot.

That night, I slept very lightly, and I was always very alert, and I was extremely alert. My mother kept staring at me in her sleep. This situation had happened before, but for some reason, I was extremely panicked tonight.

Until three o'clock in the morning.

I suddenly woke up from my dream!

I found a pair of cold hands that grabbed my neck.

It was my mother's hand, she grabbed it very hard. I turned my head and found that she had recovered from waking up, staring at me with her eyes.

A hot wave of heat came around.

fire!

All are fire!

The walls and floors are all fire!

Fire everywhere!

It was my mother setting the fire.

She wants to burn us both to death!

In this way I can stay with her!

...

"In the end, did you escape from the fire?"

"Yes, there was a little burn, but I found out that it was early and I still escaped."

"My mom...she died in the fire."

Xu Kaihui said this and paused for a moment, as if he was a little confused, "But recently, I felt a faint gaze again, staring at me blankly."

"This vision is very familiar. Maybe it's because my mother's soul has not left me." Xu Kaihui was not afraid, but instead looked calm and peaceful. "I can't see her, but I can sense her existence."

No wonder he was pestered by Mind for so long and did not ask for help. He was found by the supervision of the house to be in a bad state of mind and his weight dropped so much, so he reported it to Wang Zhengfa.

"Okay, I roughly understand what's going on in your current situation." After hearing that he told so many stories, Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and opened another file.

This man named Xu Kaihui has a very complicated reason for his crime. He was sent to jail because of robbery.

Since a fire broke out at home and his mother died of a fire, he has lost his source of life.

This old giant baby has only a junior high school education, no work skills, and has never worked. So he went into poverty and chose the criminal law...

As for his mother, to put it bluntly, it is a pervert with excessive control.

What I have been staring at Xu Kaihui now should be the "thought" born when his mother died.

"This is quite rare, right? There shouldn't be too many such perverts." Thinking of this, Zhou Yi became excited, which means that he might gain a high degree of obsession.

High rarity means high rewards.

"Ahem, when do you usually see your sight?"

"It should be when I sleep. Every time I wake up from the middle of the night, I can see a pair of eyes staring at me in a daze. I dare to swear it is my mother's eyes, but soon, as I wake up, it will disappear again."

"I've always been unable to sleep well recently."

"Do you want this line of sight to disappear?"
Chapter completed!