monster's bride

Chapter 1 The neighbor’s wife’s son died

The soundproofing of the apartment Lu Zhizhi is currently renting is very poor. Early in the morning, the neighbor's old lady had a quarrel with her son, again because of gambling debts.

She prepared for class until midnight last night, and was forced to wake up from the noise next door in the early morning. She dragged her tired body to the kitchen to make breakfast, and was hesitant about whether to complain to the property management.

The old lady next door was a nice person, and she lived alone all year round. She glanced at a bag of small cakes on the dining table, and then sighed.

The old lady always likes to bake more cakes and send them to her, which makes her reluctant to solve the problem.

After casually eating two bites of bread with ketchup, Lu Zhizhi, who was carrying his bag, walked to the entrance to put on his shoes and open the door. There was a loud slam of the door next door, and a messy man in a black suit ran past quickly.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Lu Zhizhi took a step back, turned around and saw the elderly neighbor's wife chasing after her from behind the door, holding an iron lunch box high in her hand, shouting Wang He with tears in her eyes, and almost fell down.

"I'll chase him and give him a hand, Aunt Hu." Lu Zhizhi gave her a hand.

"Please understand." The old lady gasped and said tremblingly: "This must be the last time, as long as you promise him."

Lu Zhizhi sighed, "I hope so."

The iron lunch box in her hand was very light, and she knew that it contained passbooks and bank cards. She helped chase Wang He to give them to her last time, and the old lady was too slow to catch up with the bad gambler's son.

Wang He was also sure that his mother would be soft-hearted and give him money again. After he went downstairs, he slowed down his pace and turned into a brisk walk, and got into the alley to wait for his mother to come down.

It was still early at this time, the breakfast shop in front had just opened its stall, and there was no one in the narrow alley.

He leaned against the telephone pole and lit a cigarette, answering the phone in his hand, "What's the rush? I'll get the money right away. Then I'll go to your place and win it all back, fingers? No, I won't let you Cut off my fingers and you’ll just wait to give me money.”

As he spoke, Wang He, who pricked up his ears, keenly heard a series of hurried footsteps approaching, like running, accompanied by the sound of friction of clothing.

He quickly hung up the phone, brushed off the cigarette ash from his collar, faced the alley with a deliberately angry and pitiful expression, and murmured with yet another triumphant pride, "This time it happened really fast, it sounds like... Mom is more anxious than before?"

The artificial expression on his face solidified when he saw the unusually tall figure appearing at the entrance of the alley.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

What Wang He saw in front of him was not his old mother with a stooped back. She was a tall man nearly two meters tall, wearing a brown windbreaker. The hair that reached his chest covered most of his face, which was covered by a mask. Covered.

She looked like a very burly woman, standing sideways, holding a brown scythe in her hand, exuding a terrifying aura of death.

Wang He was instantly horrified and took a step back. The recent serial murders of masked women in Beijing quickly occupied his mind.

She didn't turn around, she just stood upright at the intersection.

"Who are you?" Wang He couldn't help but ask.

The woman seemed to have been triggered by a certain switch, and slowly turned around. The cold sickle swayed back and forth slightly at him, full of threats.

Strong uneasiness surged into his heart. Just as Wang He was making preparations to escape, he was caught by the woman's slowly raised head. She saw a pair of vertical fox eyes with white pupils peeking out from between her hair. Staring straight at him, her obviously rough tone reached the highest level of sharpness and distortion, "Am I beautiful?"

"Ah ah ah ah! -" Lu Zhizhi, who was chasing after him, suddenly stopped and was frightened by the scream and his breath was suffocated.

She recognized that it was Wang He's voice.

"Mr. Wang?"

She turned the corner and ran to where the sound came from.

After finally finding someone, she was holding on to the wall, breathing heavily, and her high heels almost broke.

Wang He turned his back to her, standing alone in a deserted alley with half an unfinished cigarette between his fingers.

"Mr. Wang?" Lu Zhizhi felt an inexplicable panic, grabbed the bag tightly, took a breath and straightened up, "This is the lunch box your mother asked me to deliver. Are you okay? I just heard screaming."

His back looked shaky, and he didn't respond to her words. After a stalemate like this for a while, he slowly turned around, acting like a lonely drunkard, facing Lu Zhizhi's face. The corner of his lip was cut to the base of his ear, and a large amount of blood wet his white shirt and suit jacket.

There was infinite fear in the man's eyes. He seemed to want to speak, but with just a slight movement, his entire jaw fell off. Blood splashed on Lu Zhizhi's shoes, and he fell straight in front of her feet, shouting. There was a dull thud.

This unforgettable scene made Lu Zhizhi's pupils shrink, his body fell out of control and his lunch box fell to the ground.

For a moment, she was so frightened that she was shaking all over, and even her screams of fear were suppressed in her throat.

The exact same scene instantly brought her back to the words her mother used to threaten her when she was a child.

"Zhizhi, Aunt Liang's son is a classmate in the class next to yours. Two days ago, because he came home late from going to the park, his mouth was cut open by a devil with a sickle. It's too dangerous. You must come back on time from school."

"If you don't come home on time after school, you will be taken away by the devil and your mouth will be cut open. Zhizhi doesn't want to become such a monster, right?"

"Did you go to Mr. Bai's house today? You saw that if you don't come home on time, your mother will die too."

".."

"Zhizhi, Lu Zhizhi!"

Footsteps approached from behind, and then a pair of strong arms suddenly pulled Lu Zhizhi up from the ground. The man's anxious call brought the frightened Lu Zhizhi back to her senses. She turned her head to see the person clearly, her pupils finally focused, and her emotions were clear. After a little venting, tears began to fall, and her pale lips moved, "It's time to meet."

"It's okay, it's okay, I've already called someone over."

Shi Yu, who was wearing a police uniform, hugged Lu Zhizhi's shoulders and comforted him softly, looking at the body on the ground with a complicated expression.

Police cars quickly arrived and surrounded the crime scene.

"This is Shi Yu's first discovery again. Have you installed radar on the suspect recently? You always arrive at the scene of the crime as soon as possible." The police officer asked curiously.

Shi Yu didn't look good, and his tone was a little serious, "If the radar is really installed, can I still only find corpses every time?"
"Okay, okay, take this scared young lady back first and protect her. She is an important first witness."

(End of this chapter)