The strange expression and the strange tone made Huang Ling's husband feel like he was sleepwalking. He stood on the bed and tiptoed. Something seemed to be holding his neck as he looked down at Huang Ling.
His eyelids were rolled back, and his eyeballs were bulging out. In the bedroom that was shrouded in darkness, the husband who had lived with Huang Ling for many years stared at her.
"The soup that I made for you is in the kitchen. Drink it while it's hot."
The room that they rented was not big, and the bedroom was narrow. Huang Ling leaned against the wall, and her fingers gripped the phone tightly.
She had a very bad feeling in her heart. If she made the call, her husband might kill her.
"I … I'm not that hungry." Huang Ling moved toward the door. She grabbed the doorknob, but before she could open the door, her husband jumped down from the bed.
Gu Ming's body was very stiff, and his joints could not bend properly. He gave off the feeling that he was a puppet that was being held by strings.
The pale hand grabbed Huang Ling's arm, and a wave of coldness came. For the first time, Huang Ling realized that her husband's palm did not feel any warmth at all.
She was so nervous that she could not speak. Her body trembled lightly, and her pupils danced anxiously.
The husband's face moved closer. His eyelids were turned upward, and most of his eyes were occupied by the whites. "I've made everything. You should drink a little."
"Okay, I'll drink …" Huang Ling did not dare to resist. She was afraid that she would die in this small, dark room.
The bedroom door was pushed open by her husband. The familiar yet strange man tiptoed and held Huang Ling's hand in a very strange position as they walked into the kitchen.
The doors and windows were closed, and the house seemed to be cut off from the outside world.
Huang Ling did not dare resist, and she was dragged into the kitchen by her husband.
Once she entered, she saw an iron pot that was used to boil soup on the stove.
"I cooked it for a long time before it became soft. Come and have a taste."
Gu Ming tiptoed and raised his hands stiffly. He took the iron pot from the stove and placed it on the dining table.
Lifting the lid, the room seemed to have become even colder.
He found two sets of chopsticks and placed them next to the pot. Then he stared at Huang Ling. "Come and have a taste. It's very delicious."
"Yes." Huang Ling nodded lightly. She looked into the pot and saw a doll that had been cut into pieces. Various pieces floated on top of the soup, and the most eye-catching one was a plastic human face.
The doll's face was partially melted, but Huang Ling could tell at a glance that this was the first doll Jia Ming had bought for her.
It was very cheap. At that time, the two of them had just arrived in Jiujiang and were not married yet. They were young and innocent, full of hope for the future.
Looking at the chopped up doll in the pot, Huang Ling felt as if a precious memory in her heart had been ruthlessly torn apart.
"How can you use it to make soup?" Huang Ling couldn't help but blurt it out.
Jia Ming did not answer Huang Ling's question. He picked up the ladle inside the pot and filled Huang Ling's bowl with soup. "Have a taste."
"This is the memory between the two of us!" Huang Ling stood at the side. She felt the strength in her body being drawn out bit by bit.
"Memory?" Jia Ming looked at the doll inside the pot and used a confused tone to give an even scarier answer. "Isn't this our child? What does it have to do with memory? "
He swallowed, and an ugly laugh came from his throat. "There are so many children. Even if you throw them away, they will come back. You might as well just eat them all."
A normal person wouldn't have said something like that. Jia Ming stood on his tiptoes and leaned his head on his shoulder. "Quick, eat them all, eat them all!"
Huang Ling held the ladle in her hand. She looked at the floating pieces and the doll's face in the bowl, and she felt like puking.
Her fingers touched the phone screen. She wanted to call Chen Ge, but then she thought about it. What was the point of calling him? Chen Ge wouldn't come over immediately. When he arrived, she would already be in trouble.
"Why aren't you eating? Is it not delicious? Don't you like the taste? Listen up! There's the sound of a child crying? Such a beautiful sound. " Jia Ming picked up the ladle from the pot and took a big gulp. It was just a broth, but he looked like he had just tasted the best delicacy. He showed an expression of enjoyment. "I hate children, especially those bad children who ran out from the red house. They stole the things inside the door, and I want to eat them."
After he finished the soup, Jia Ming's eyes slowly returned to normal. He turned to Huang Ling. "Quick, drink it! Do you want me to feed you? "
Gripping the ladle tightly, Huang Ling couldn't bring herself to eat it. Her conflicted expression fell into Jia Ming's eyes.
"You don't know how to eat it? Let me help you. " Jia Ming picked up the fruit knife from the table. "Let me help you cut it open. It'll be fine. Soon, you'll be able to finish this whole pot. In the future, I'll make more delicious soup for you with fresher ingredients."
Jia Ming tiptoed toward Huang Ling, and his tone was very scary.
Huang Ling could not control herself anymore. She dropped the ladle in her hand and pressed the button to dial. Coincidentally, when she pressed the button, the page of her phone changed. Someone was calling her at that moment.
The call did not go through, so her finger pressed on the answer button.
"You're the person who took my car tonight, right? You ruined my car, and you think you can solve it with two hundred RMB? If you don't give me an explanation tonight, then I'll … "
"Help! Help! Call the police! I live on the fourth floor! My husband has gone mad! "
Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Huang Ling lost it completely. She grabbed the phone and screamed at the top of her lungs as she rushed toward the living room door.
Like a drowning person reaching for the last straw, Huang Ling exploded with unprecedented potential. She moved very fast.
The living room door had two layers. She opened the inner door easily, but the outer door was locked from the inside. To open it, she needed the key.
"Help! Help me! "
Huang Ling's voice echoed in the corridor. The cold wind rushed into her sleeves, and she shook the lock with all her might.
"I'm warning you, don't scare me." The young driver's voice on the phone was shaking. He had been unconscious for most of the night, and when he woke up, he saw that someone had left a note next to his phone. That was why he had made the call. He wanted to find out what had happened that night and ask for some compensation.
Huang Ling was still screaming. She slammed into the door as hard as she could. Her shrill voice could be heard clearly throughout the building.
"Take a sip." The husband silently moved to stand behind Huang Ling.
"Help me!" Huang Ling screamed at the top of her lungs. Her back slammed into the door. She shone the phone at Jia Ming, and what she saw caused her to break down even further!
Jia Ming's head was hanging limply on his shoulders. His eyelids were rolled upward, and his eyes were bulging out. Actually, he was not tiptoeing, but the shadow behind him was strangling him and moving him around.
"Take a sip."
"Help! Don't come any closer! "
Huang Ling's voice traveled down the corridor. Several seconds later, the door across from Huang Ling's home was suddenly pushed open, and an old lady glanced out.
By then, Jia Ming had already poured the soup from the bowl into Huang Ling's mouth. He watched as Huang Ling's body slumped to the ground, and his eyes started to glaze over.
The old lady seemed to have gotten used to this. She opened the door and walked to Huang Ling's door. She asked in a sympathetic tone, "Xiao Jia, is Huang Ling acting up again?"
Jia Ming helped Huang Ling up from the ground. His lowered head slowly lifted, and his expression returned to normal. However, his expression was still a little stiff. "Sigh, she has nightmares every night, and she refuses to take her medicine no matter what."
"It must be hard on you, watching over a patient." The old lady shook her head lightly. "You'd better bring her to a proper hospital. This month, she has acted up three times already. If this continues, something bad might happen."
"Yes, I will." Jia Ming hung up Huang Ling's call and closed the anti-theft door.
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