After the candle was lit, I sat on my knees in front of the altar, contemplation, and let the pussy in the cherubim go.

When I opened my eyes again, I was startled, and on the top of the altar stood a child.My position can only see two small white feet, want to raise their heads up, the neck can not lift, like hanging a large stone, the neck of the spine is followed by pain.

I can only see the child's two knees, subconsciously judgment, should be less than ten years old, especially thin, dry as if it was sucked out of blood.

The heartbeat beat violently, faintly feeling that the little boy floated above my head, two feet on my brain door, I want to hide, can not open, want to look up, can not lift up, the whole person is like a nest bag is stuffed in a crack, stretching can not move, more difficult than dead.

My chest was out of breath, and I quickly began to meditate on the Burmese Heart Sutra, and the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower.Suddenly I heard a harsh sound, like a child howling, and it seemed like a white noise streaking through the current.

My body was cold and hot inside, like a high fever of 39 degrees, and it was uncomfortable.But I bite my teeth, this time can not stop, a stop will die!

Then I suddenly fainted and my mind was confused.When you wake up, you find that your surroundings have changed.

I was sitting in a strange room, and the altar in front of me had turned into an old-fashioned cupboard, tables and chairs in other empty places, and a flower-lined vase on the table.

I don't seem to be in the secret room, but to a certain old man's house, and to see the furnishings, at least fifty years ago.

Just as I was standing, a group of people were holding a middle-age couple up the stairs, and they spoke the dialect of Southeast Asian accents, but I miraculously understood them.

Some of the men said, “Take a record and record what these two bad people have said.”

Someone moved a table, dialed the vase, the radio, and everything on it to the ground, and emptied the table.They put their husbands in a chair and interrogated them, “Did you study in France in the early years?”

The man struggled, "I've been, but I'm not a bad person, I'm patriotic."

"You bad bourgeois elements, those who are hard-spoken, do not give a little color, do not know our strength."The man threw the pen aside, confessed to the person below, and used a plastic bag to be punished.

Someone took out a transparent thick plastic bag, covered it on the man's head, and the mouth below was bolted to death with a rope.

The air in the plastic bag is thin, there are no two mouths, the whole bag is attached to the man's face, he desperately open his mouth to suck, nothing can be sucked.He wanted to struggle, and his hands were clasped in the chair, unable to pull away.

His body began to twist and struggle desperately, and someone let go of the chair, and he fell on the ground together.His face was red, then turned into a deep purple, and then turned white, and his body twisted around the floor.

Everyone was looking at him, watching him die a little, and his wife had fainted in fear.The other executioners, with a satisfied smile on their faces, seemed to enjoy the process of killing in particular.

Less than ten minutes later, the man died, with a large mouth open, and the whole plastic bag was on his face, tightly pressed, and the shape was extremely terrible.

I sat not far away, the whole body cold sweat straight, the heart beat without strength, breathing is also weak.

After the man died, the defecating incontinence, there was a smell in the house.

Someone dragged his body to the window and threw it straight down.Then he lifted the woman up and pressed it to the chair, which was still in a coma, and someone threw a bucket of water directly on her face.

The woman woke up, the recorder picked up the pen to let her confess, the woman was scared and stupid, what to say, confessed a lot, anyway, all kinds of shit pots planted on the dead man.The executioners were very satisfied and let her press her handprints.When it was all over, the executioner pretended to come up with a small red book and said, "The wicked are so wicked that they can be executed on the spot."

Women are scared of stupid.

The men took a piece of wire, slowly round the woman's neck, and then tightened.After strangling, kick in with your feet, and let the whole of the wire be strangled deep into the neck.

A man pressed the woman under her ass to not move, and the other three big men tugged at the wire like a tug of river, and the woman did not get angry.Time is fast, only ten seconds, the eyes are white, the face is red, the hands and feet are not moving, and they die in about a minute.

These people are simply a murderer, after the killing, there is no blood, at most incontinence is a little taste, the ground is still clean.

These people kept the dead body smoking cigarettes, talking and laughing at each other, saying that this house can be left to which cadre to live, it is really good, warm and cold in winter and summer.

At this time, someone suddenly saw me, punched a whistle, smiled and said, there is a small.

A few people came and dragged me out.I was terrified and my body was completely out of control.

I suddenly realized that the scene I saw now was probably the scene before the little boy died.Sister Qi told me that this little ghost has a great history, but he died in the Khmer Rouge period, his death was very tragic, and the whole family destroyed the door, so there was so much resentment.

I’m probably getting a little boy now.In the grandfather's notes, there is a big chapter dedicated to ghosts, why dealing with ghosts is extremely dangerous, because God has magic, ghosts also have ghosts.Ghosts are knotted by resentment, belong to the negative energy condensed into shape, after human contact, by its emotional infection, and the ghosts, as the saying is to let the ghosts.

Even if the ghost king of Malaysia, if you encounter a ghost with a particularly high grievance, you may also be fascinated by ghosts, and there will be a situation of ghosts and confusion.

It is said that the Malaysian ghost king's family, dedicated to a supreme ghost, was a car accident before the bride died, the grievance is great, the whole of Southeast Asia can not find such an evil thing, is the ghost king's town house treasure.

If this is a child's empathy, I can predict how I will be cleaned up by these executioners, that is, under the legs of the table, the head is crushed alive!

In course, I was tucked under their legs by them, and then the big men jumped up, pressed heavily on the table, and laughed at each other.At this moment, my head was under hundreds of pounds of pressure, and I could hear my skull “creaking” rattle.

The bitter pain came like a tide, and I lost consciousness in the intense pain... I don't know how long ago I slowly woke up and found myself lying on the ground, my whole body was soaked, I sat up and found myself in Sue's secret room.

I sat against the wall for a long time, thinking about that pain, and I was fascinated by the little boy, and experienced his death in the illusion.

It is too painful, compared to this death, the experience of squatting in prison before is like accompanying the child to the family.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and Qi sister's voice came in: "Wang Qiang, are you inside?"

I got up and was about to open the door, and suddenly I felt that the hem of my clothes was caught, and I looked down and saw a small white hand.I was scared to blow up, quickly opened the door, the sky outside was bright, Su Master stood at the door, his face could not be described, the ancient well was waveless, staring at me closely.Money crouched in the corner, like a prisoner.

Sue walked in and looked at me, “You stayed in it one night last night?”

I was powerless, nod my head.

She took a little mirror from her bag and whispered, "Look at your own face."

I picked up the mirror and looked up, and I was like a ghost in the mirror, with a white face as a piece of paper, and my lips were red, my eyes were a little blue, and the whole ghost was on my body.

I pulled the mirror away again, took a full picture, and looked almost like the migrant workers who had moved bricks for three days, and the malaise was to the extreme.

Sue asked, “Do you have any eyebrows?”

I said, "This little devil is so angry that last night I went into his death."I told you about last night’s story, focusing on how the boy died.

After that, the people in the house did not speak, and Sister Qi was afraid to take a few steps back and hide behind the bastards.

Su sighed: "Red Khmer Rouge, human tragedy, I did not expect so inhuman."

Others echoed, "No human nature, it's inhumane."

Sue said, “Then can you calm the little boy’s grievances?”

I laughed bitterly: "This little boy died too badly, and he has the blessing of the Southeast Asian Fa, extremely vicious, I have nothing to do for a while."

"No way to just waste your time and feed the dog."A bastard pointed to my nose.

Sue shook his head: "Don't be impulsive, the little king has done his best."

I cried and said, "Su Master, I really can't do it, even if you kill me with a thousand knives, I won't be able to do it."

Sue sat on the sofa, tapped Erlang's leg, and struck a finger, and Qi sister quickly took out the cigar box and sent it.

Su said, "I see you are so young and low, it's not difficult for you."

I quickly thanked him and took the money to leave.

Su said, “I want to find another senior, but what if I get out of the way in the process of finding the high?”

I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to come down.

Su said, "Last night I slept the best night of these days, no dreams overnight, no children to disturb."And last night, the little boy went to play with you, little king.So . . .

He smoked a cigar and said, “Before I find the high man, you and the old money will stay in this room, and you will not go out for me to be a disaster!”