"Sister carrying the doll, went to the garden to see the cherry blossoms, the doll cried and called her mother, the bird in the tree was laughing and haha, is it remembered the mother's words, the doll ah doll do not cry, say anything to me..."

When the nursery rhymes were constantly chanting, Xu Mengzhu slowly woke up, and she heard her son's voice so cheerful and innocent, and was always with her.So she struggled, from the consciousness of chaos, sobered up.

She held up her son, and the pain of the thorn came from her forehead.

“Ah!”She couldn't stop screaming.

But Song Song is like not heard, still sitting on the opposite bed playing games, biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~ are the sound of game skills, the sound and the child chanting nursery rhymes cover her weak cries.

But how can a mother blame the child for neglect?

So Xu Mengzhu closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down.

After a while, Xu Mengzhu's pain dropped a little.

"Dad, Dad cut a lot, red blood stained the wall, mother's head rolled under the bed, her eyes are still looking at me..."

Xu Mengzhu heard the children's rhymes sung by his son, thinking that he had heard wrong, and how could he sing a child rhyme like a curse?Chinese characters are profound, is it the same word?Does that mean another?

I must have heard it wrong myself.

Although she thought she had heard wrong, the child's rhyme still made her feel a little creepy, so she raised her hand and said to her son: "Songsong, come to your mother, come ~"

At the same time, she opened her eyes.

It doesn't matter, look startled!

Next to his son, he sat in a row with him!

That person is not someone else, it is their own daughter, little red!

Little red red and blood, white skirt stained black, soft body, there seems to be no skeleton to prop up the general, but can "sit", the intestines from the under the skirt, raised, wrapped in the narrow neck of the small loose.

Komatsu bowed her head and was playing the game nervously, as if there was no abnormal feeling!

His mouth is tight, the expression is strong, as if he is not tightly pressed to play the game with his fingers, and he also uses the expression to play the game!

The mouth is tight, then, who sings the nursery rhymes?

"One day, my father got drunk, picked up the axe to go to my mother, Dad cut a lot, red blood and red wall, mother's head rolled under the bed, her eyes are still looking at me..."

Little red and red softly chanted, eyes coldly staring at her, the corners of the mouth hooked up a strange curvour!

“Ah!”

Xu Mengzhu jumped up immediately!

She said, said that she had never heard her son sing such a nursery rhyme in the past, why would today my son suddenly sing such a strange nursery rhyme?It was not my son who sang it, but my daughter who sang it.

The unknown nursery rhyme was sung from the mouth of the dead daughter—like a curse!

It was as if she had to curse her like a "mother" in a nursery rhyme, cut off her head and die!

"One day, my father got drunk, picked up the axe to go to my mother, Dad cut a lot, red blood and red wall, mother's head rolled under the bed, her eyes are still looking at me..."

The little red nursery rhyme, stopped at this sentence, and repeated the cycle of one sentence.

She got up in a hurry and pulled the infusion tube inserted into the back of her hand.

I want to escape, but my son is still there!

No mother in this world will leave her child to escape.

So Xu Mengzhu stayed, she looked at her daughter, found that her daughter has been staring at herself, constantly singing the terrible nursery rhyme, and there is no other movement.

So she plucked up the courage and turned to look at her son, because of the scream she had just made, and the son had put down the iPad, lifted her small face, and looked at her with innocent eyes.

“Come on, Mom, take you out to play.”Xu Mengzhu plucked up the courage and beckoned to his son.

The son did not see the "sister" sitting next to her, so it was still possible for her to call her son and run away with her.

The son usually listened to her, and as long as she raised her hand, she could call the child.

However, I did not expect that Komatsu did not yearn for the same, as soon as she saw her say hello, she would immediately run over, but sat on the bed and shook her head.

“Come here!”She was in a hurry!

He said, "Mom, I can't go."

Xu Mengzhu wondered, “Why can’t I go through?”

"Because my sister won't let me go."

“Shut up!” he opened his eyes in horror!

I can’t wait to see my dead daughter!

What I did not expect was that the son actually said this sentence in a very calm tone, as if he and "sister" had played well, and the feelings of the two brothers were very good!

This, what to do?

Xu Mengzhu was in a hurry to sweat.

When the child saw that she did not speak, he bowed his head and continued to play.

Only Xu Mengzhu was alone in distress.

She was in pain and struggling, what should she do?

The daughter is so terrible, she can't stay in this place, she must flee, and... take her son to escape!

But at this time, no matter how she called her son, her son was immersed in the world of the game, as if she did not hear her call, and never looked up.

And my daughter is always reading this terrible nursery rhyme:

“My sister carries a doll,

Go to the garden to see the cherry blossoms.

The doll cried, calling her mother,

The birds in the tree are laughing.

Do you remember what your mother said?

Doll, doll, don't cry anymore,

Tell me anything, tell me,

I once had a home too.

And dear Mom and Dad,

One day my father was drunk.

He picked up the axe and walked to his mother.

Dad, Daddy cut a lot.

Red blood stained the wall,

Mother's head rolled under the bed,

Her eyes are still looking at me,

(Why Mom and Dad?)

Then my father told me to help him.

We buried our mother under the tree.

Then Dad raised his axe.

I peeled my skin and made a doll!”

It's cold!

If you can't call your son, then... grab it!

She grabbed the fruit knife on the table, rushed over, picked up her son, and took the fruit knife to cut the intestines.

Strange to say, I thought that the intestines are very flexible, it is difficult to cut it, but did not expect to break, those entangled in the son's intestines were quickly cut off by her, and then she hugged her son, turned around and ran!

“Mom, don’t you want me?”

Behind her, there was a cold voice of her daughter without any emotion.

She did not dare to turn back, and did not dare to let the child continue to see the terrible scene, so she realized her son's face in her arms and ran forward desperately!