Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 859 Born For You (48)

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

"scared?"

".fine."

Weird.

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

It is said that a piece of writing 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.
Also a pervert?
Yun Si was a little tired, "Next time, don't write such bloody and dark fairy tales, write something better."

"I won't." He said honestly.

Yun Si: "."

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

His smile just now really scared her.

She had always known that he was dark-hearted, but she never expected that it would be so terrifyingly dark.

In such a comparison, even the evil spirits in hell are no match for 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 twinkle in his eyes.

Did not speak, slightly silent.

After a long time, he whispered,
"I just feel... uncomfortable."

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

The sky was full of fire, the crowd was crying, the sky was burning red, and there was the pungent smell of gas leakage in the air.

That was all his memories, like a nightmare, constantly 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, he only knew that the hot and pungent feeling had completely eroded his brain, leaving nothing left.

After that 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.

Only then did he know his identity, that all his family members were dead, and only a few houses were left for him.

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

When he was emotionally manic and his mind was torn apart, he especially wanted to do something, wanted to vent his terrible desire.

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

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

Therefore, 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 that these were already warm fairy tales to him.

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

He actually prefers that kind of description, prefers to describe the smell of decomposing corpses, and even prefers .
Describe the rats in the stinking ditch gnawing on the remains.

Such a scene, replayed in his mind over and over again, made him extremely excited.

Even, it will stimulate him to produce more bloody scenes.

It plays frame by frame, like a movie.

(End of this chapter)