MTL - Forced To Survive-Chapter 15 Crisis in progress...

The moment he saw it clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the blood all over his body faded, and he clenched his teeth tightly to avoid screaming. Even so, his teeth continued to make "cracking" sounds because of fear.

She didn't know whether the fear came from her or the child in her body, she just felt a chill down her back, and her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up.

What came into view was a blood-red room. The walls, firewood piles, and the ground were all splashed with blood. The blood had dried up and solidified into an ugly reddish-brown.

On the ground in front of the firewood pile lay a young man in disarray, his body incomplete, in pieces, apparently mutilated.

It was as if every joint had been roughly chopped off by an axe. The fracture was very rough. The head was broken in one place. The face was **** and bloody, and the appearance could not be seen clearly. mark.

This...could it be...the elder brother in the woman's mouth?

Could it be that a man killed such a tragic situation?

The two of them locked the man in the firewood room, and then brutally killed him?

Who is he? Is he really the little brother, or an outsider?

Then they raise children like this, do they plan to kill them like they kill young people? What is the reason?

It took Yun Ranran a long time to come back to her senses. She only felt that the room was very dark, as cold as an ice cellar. She didn't dare to stay any longer, and was about to leave when she saw faint blood-red words on the man's severed finger. .

[Leave quickly].

【they are not…】

It's not broken after that, isn't what? Not my father and mother? Not a good person? not human?

After seeing these words clearly, Yun Ranran quickly turned off the lights, and went to the door with all hands and feet. It was too intrusive to stay in this room in the dark.

She ran out of the firewood room door in a hurry, and closed the door bit by bit. Just as her palm left the door, there was a sudden sound of heavy breathing behind her.

"Baby, what are you doing here?"

My whole body was stiff.

It's the man back...

When has he been here? Why didn't she hear anything? Was it because he was too shocked in the woodshed just now and didn't notice?

She could only bite the bullet and guess that he just came back, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I just came back from going to the toilet..."

The man continued to remain silent in the darkness, and after a long time, said in a deep voice.

"Have you been in the woodshed?"

Yun Ranran was so frightened that her hands and feet were numb, but knowing that the moment was at the critical point of life and death, she pretended to be fine and said, "I didn't go in, I just passed by."

The man didn't speak, only his slightly heavy breathing could be heard in the air.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"It's so late, go back to sleep."

Yun Ranran didn't dare to say more, so she hurriedly ran to her room, and closed the door behind her back as soon as she got back.

The sound of pots and pans sounded outside, and soon, the aroma of stew gradually permeated the air.

Yun Ranran was about to go insane from these tortures, and gradually became restless.

She's only an hour and a half away.

She was pacing frantically in the room, even if she wanted to leave, how would she leave? There is a window in her room, but it is so small that it is impossible for her to pass through...

She was tired from walking, so she just sat on the bed and thought.

But for some reason, her eyelids suddenly became heavy, she tilted her head, and fell asleep leaning against the pillow.

She didn't know how long she slept in a daze, she slowly opened her eyes, but it was still dark as far as she could see.

Just when she was annoyed about how she fell asleep, she suddenly noticed something in front of her. She reached out to touch it, and touched something soft and elastic, which was human skin...

The hairs all over her body stood on end, and she couldn't control it any longer, and she screamed uncontrollably.

Then she saw clearly that in front of her was a face with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

it's that woman...

Why is she standing in front of her bed in the middle of the night? Just looking at yourself so directly?

She keenly sensed what the woman was holding in her hand. She lowered her head and saw that it was a pair of cold scissors, the tip of which was pointing at herself...

Her fear and anger rushed into her mind, she grabbed the scissors without hesitation, stabbed them into the woman's body, and stabbed many times in a frantic manner.

The warm, fishy blood sprayed her all over the face, and the woman slowly fell down on her mattress, her eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

The mattress quickly became wet and hard, and she kept shaking while holding the scissors.

After a while, she calmed down, took out her jade pendant, and found that the font on it had changed to [The crisis is in progress...].

Because I fell asleep in a daze, it's time...

The crisis in this house is not limited to this woman, but also that man. Sooner or later, the fact that he killed a woman will be exposed. Anyway, if he can’t get out, it’s better to kill him together...

A stern look flashed across Yun Ranran's eyes. She pushed the corpse out of the bed with great effort and placed it not far from the door. Once it was opened, she could vaguely see its outline. Then she sat behind the door panel and kept telling herself not to be nervous.

Then he clenched the dagger tightly and shouted loudly, "Father, come here."

The man should have fallen asleep, so she yelled a few more times before hearing a response. Soon, she heard the door outside the room open, and the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, and she soon reached her door.

She began to sweat on her forehead, and her hands were also wet with sweat. She wiped her hands on her trousers, and quickly clenched the scissors tightly.

Opportunity is only a moment.

She arched her back nervously.

The door was pushed open with a "creak".

The man walked into the room as if he smelled something, and soon his eyes focused on the black figure lying in front of him. He walked forward quickly, without noticing Yun Ranran behind the door at all.

The moment the man knelt down to examine the corpse, Yun Ranran jumped out and stabbed him fiercely with the scissors. She tried her best to choose those weak places on the neck, but it was too dark to see clearly, so she went crazy Constantly stabbing down, the man struggled at first, but soon became weak due to excessive blood loss.

Yun Ranran didn't care, and kept stabbing desperately.

Finally, the man also fell into a pool of blood and stopped moving.

Yun Ranran collapsed on the ground, and the scissors in her hand fell suddenly. Looking at the two corpses in front of her, she suddenly wanted to cry.

She wiped away her tears and took out the jade pendant from her chest.

With the faint light on the jade pendant, I could see the words on the jade pendant clearly.

【The crisis is in progress...】

Cold sweat rolled down her spine in an instant.

Why...is the crisis still ongoing?

There is no one alive in this house...

Why…

At this moment, her head became painful, and she tried her best to cover her forehead, but the pain still came in bursts, and she slowly bent down, waiting for the pain to ease.

At this moment, the eyes suddenly went dark, and it took a long time to light up again.

The surroundings that had been silent all the time suddenly heard the sound of pedestrians frolicking, and the smell of broth came from the nose.

She looked up suddenly, and found that she was no longer in the dark room where the two corpses had fallen just now, but in a narrow kitchen.

Next to the kitchen is the firewood room.

The scene is very familiar, familiar as if I have just stayed...

It was dusk outside.

Carrots and mutton are being stewed in the iron pot of the stove, and the soup is bursting one by one, and the rich meat fragrance wafts throughout the stove.

She looked down at her clothes, a sackcloth gray skirt.

No matter how you look at it, it looks familiar.

She looked at her hands again, they were a pair of slightly rough hands of a middle-aged woman.

There was a chill down my spine.

She remembered that these hands belonged to that weird woman, the child's mother...