Doctor: "Hello, handsome guy, how do you feel today?"

The boy: "Why did they ask you to come to me again? I have told the police everything I know. I don't want to see the police again, nor do I want to see you again."

Doctor: "Don't be afraid, I'm the one who helps you, unlike the bad guy who kidnapped you. The police have rescued you and you are safe now."

Boy: "I know who you are. You are a psychologist. You are here to interrogate me like those policemen."

Doctor: "I'm not interrogating you, I just want to talk to you, this is my job. Since you don't want to see me, then cooperate with me, chat with me for a few words, and I can leave."

Boy: "...what to talk about?"

Doctor: "Let's talk about you. I heard that you have been reluctant to eat these days, only eat fruits and drink water. When you see meat and red liquids, you will vomit, feel nauseous, and have strong physiological rejection. Can you tell me why this is?"

Boy: "I know what you want to ask, you want to ask if I have eaten them, just like that person."

Doctor: "...... Then do you have it?"

Boy: "...I don't remember, but, I know how they taste."

Doctor: "What does it taste?"

The boy slowly raised his gloomy and cold eyes, with alertness and hostility flashing inside.

He said: "The smell of human blood."

Three days ago—

In front of her house, there was a small park that was a little old, so small that there was only one seesaw and two swings in the park, and they were all old and faded.

She sat on the swing, shaking back and forth slowly, staring at the opposite side of the path, and a yard separated from her home by a wall.

There was nothing unusual in the yard, but the several houses located in the yard were always locked with doors and windows, and thick curtains were covered. The windows were as dark as a black wall, leaving no gaps. This was a newly moved neighbor. It had been more than a week since she moved in. She had never seen the house open during the day and at night, but she knew very well that people lived in the house.

Her eyes were firmly staring at the window of a room on her left hand. The window was closed, with the dead thick black curtains hanging down, as if it would never be tilted. It was like a black coffin.

But she knew there was someone inside, and that person was just like her, looking at her.

The window was like a bride covered with a veil. I don’t know why the bride would unpredictably lift her red veil, revealing her dark eyes like night.

"Xiao Nan."

The mother pushed open the door and told her to go home for supper.

The seven or eight-year-old girl jumped off the swing and ran home, crossed the path, and suddenly stopped in front of the gate. She looked at the window again through the wooden fence. Suddenly, she saw the thick black and iron-like curtains swaying slightly by the wind, revealing an eye hidden in the dark but still bright. In a fleeting way, the eye seemed to see her, and quickly hid in the darkness like frightened. It seemed as if the night suddenly opened its eyes, and then closed it tightly.

Xiaonan returned home, sat at the dining table, and said, "Mom, there is someone in the house next door."

"Of course there is someone. Didn't my mother tell you that a new neighbor is brought to us next door, a university professor. If you want to call someone when you see him, do you know?"

Xiaonan said: "No, mother, besides that uncle, there is another person in his family, who is hiding in the house on the left. I saw him today!"

The mother said: "Don't talk nonsense. Professor Zhang is not married and lives alone. Where does the other person come from?"

Xiaonan did not continue to defend herself, and held the white cat nestled on the chair next to her in her arms and stopped talking. She was a child, and adults always didn't take her words seriously. It was so annoying!

When dinner was about to finish, the door was knocked. Xiaonan's mother opened the door. A man in fine clothes stood at the door. He wore a pair of black-framed glasses. He looked like a man full of knowledge, excellent quality, and mixed in the high-end social circle. His eyes were very calm behind the frame, and the lights in the house hit his glasses, as if they were hit on a white reflector.

"Professor Zhang, it's so late, is there anything wrong?"

Professor Zhang did not enter the door, and stood at the door, looking casually inside the house. His eyes quickly passed by Xiaonan, so fast that it was almost impossible to notice.

"Mrs. Chen, I'm so sorry, this time is disturbing you. I'm making dinner, but there's no soy sauce at home. Can you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Zhang turned around and entered the restaurant: "Yes, wait a moment, Xiaonan will call someone."

Xiaonan sat behind the dining table, shrank his neck and looked at him timidly. The white cat was held too tightly by her and meowed in dissatisfaction.

Professor Zhang looked straight at the little girl, his eyes still as if he had always been implicit and gentle just now, and even had a little more pity.

"Professor Zhang, what dish do you cook?"

Mrs. Chen exchanged casual greetings, took a bottle of soy sauce back to the door, and handed him the soy sauce.

Professor Zhang took it with both hands and thanked him first before saying, "It's just home-cooked dishes, make a lamb chop."

Professor Zhang was about to leave with the soy sauce, but when he turned around, he suddenly stopped. He turned around and drifted over Xiao Nan again like a gaze, aimed at Mrs. Chen, and smiled very humbly: "Mrs. Chen, do you know how to make lamb chops delicious?"

Mrs. Chen didn't expect that the taciturn university professor suddenly talked about the recipe with her. Before she could share the private dishes generously, the other party intercepted him again.

"I think the method is not important. As long as the ingredients are fresh, the taste will not be bad regardless of whether they are frying, stir-frying, cooking and frying."

When Professor Zhang spoke, his eyes moved to Xiaonan again. However, this time his eyes were very obvious, and he was directly on Xiaonan. Compared with ordinary men, his lips with heavy lips were pulled upward to cause a standard curve, neither warm nor cold, like a greeting.

He smiled and said, "The lamb chops I asked my friend to get this time are very tender. The lamb who was just a few months old have not yet developed the bones. The meat is not as scented as the old lamb. Even the bone marrow is tender and tender as tofu brain. The lamb chops for three months are the best, and if they are older, they cannot be eaten. So, as long as the ingredients are right, this dish is delicious no matter how you make it. If you have time, you will invite you to my house to try it."

Mrs. Chen thanked him and watched him turn the door and close the door. She looked at the door with a strange expression and stayed at the door for a while. Somehow, the gentleman's words just now made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Xiaonan suddenly started sobbing, which scared Mrs. Chen and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Xiaonan wiped his tears and sobbed, "I don't like the uncle just now, I don't like him looking at me!"

"Tell mom, why don't you like him watching you?"

Xiaonan bit his lips and scraped his stomach and couldn't express his feelings accurately. He suddenly pointed to the braised pork on the table: "He looked at me like I was watching this plate of braised pork!"

Mrs. Chen was stunned and looked at the braised pork again. She suddenly felt that it was covered in red juice, like thick blood that was not dry, mixed with meaty meat and fish that rushed into her nostrils. She actually felt nauseous and disgusting.

"How do you kid say something? Take a shower and go to bed quickly."

Xiaonan was afraid of the gentleman, but the child's nature made her curious about the gentleman even stronger.

The next day, the streets became sparse during the day. Xiaonan asked for his mother's consent and went to the small park opposite her home to play on a swing. Her white cat was accompanied by her. Xiaonan sat on the swing and looked at the dark house next to their house in a daze. The white cat walked around the sand, walked twice, glanced at the little master who was only staring at dazed, and glanced as if he was saying hello to her. The cat gently walked across the path and then jumped up onto the wall of the gentleman's yard, sweeping its tail back and forth twice, then stepped on the wall and climbed onto the roof of the gentleman's house, watching Xiaonan shook his tail like a show-off.

Xiaonan quickly jumped up from the swing. Before he could make a sound to stop him, he saw the white cat jumping down to a windowsill on the right. The window, which was usually tightly clenched, was not closed today, and a thin slit was lifted. At this time, a gust of wind blew over, blowing the window open, revealing the dark curtains inside. The white cat squatted on the windowsill for a while, then jumped down and jumped into the black house.

Xiaonan's heart was upset and hurried back home. He entered the next yard from the gap between the fences separated by the two yards. He walked to the door like a thief and called the white cat's name twice. She hesitated for a while, and plucked up the window with difficulty under the window sill open, and jumped down the window like learning to be a white cat.

The house was dark, as dark as it was entering the night. The floor under her feet made a gentle sound as she walked, as if it would fall at any time. She came in from the kitchen. Taking advantage of the crack that the window had just opened, a ray of sunlight penetrated into the room, allowing her to see the blurry edges and corners of the room. There was a dining table in the kitchen, and the kitchen door faced the small living room, and facing the living room was a bedroom. The bedroom was covered with a door, and a dark yellow light leaked out from the crack of the door.

Xiao Nan walked towards the door and asked in a low voice: "Is anyone? I'll come to find my cat."

No one answered her, but a light sound suddenly came from the bedroom, as if someone had touched something, and then a cat's cry came.

It's her cat!

Xiaonan seemed to have suddenly found the direction, and walked a few steps to the bedroom door. First, he looked inside through the crack of the door, and saw only the end of a single bed covered with white bedding. She suppressed her uneasiness and raised her hand and gently pushed open the door: "I'm sorry, my cat..."

She suddenly became stunned and stood at the door and stared at the person in the room.

It was a boy, a boy older than her, but he looked eleven or twelve years old. He was sitting on the bed wearing snow-white pajamas and leaning against the head of the bed, holding the white cat who broke in without permission in his arms. His skin was also snow-white, the sick white that could not be sunbathed for many years. Xiaonan felt that if he opened the thick curtains in his room now, he would be melted by the sun, like a shameless vampire.

Xiaonan felt a chill and climbed up her heels on her back, and fear woven a big net to slowly wrap her tightly. Because no boy's eyes could be as gloomy, cold, and full of hostility as the boy in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The boy suddenly spoke, his voice weak and cold, like a stream of melting ice. His two amber eyes flashed with dark light like lanterns swaying in the darkness.

Xiaonan suddenly recognized his eyes. The eyes she saw behind the curtain yesterday were these.

The unprecedented cold and fear made the little girl forget to speak. Suddenly, the white cat in the boy's arms jumped from his arms to the bed. Xiaonan trembled slightly with the white cat's movements, and then his eyes followed the white cat and looked down, and his eyes widened.

She saw a shackle, black iron shackle embroidered with dark spots, and it was buckled on the young man's slender and white ankle. The black iron must have been extremely heavy. It smashed a pit into the bed, and a thick iron chain stretched out from the shackles, extending to the foot of the bed.

"I, I, I'm here to find mine, mine..."

The boy looked at her coldly, his eyes full of vigilance and distrust made him look like a small animal abandoned and bullied. Suddenly, his eyes trembled and he said, "He is back."

Then, Xiaonan heard a light sound from the door, which was the sound of the key turning the lock core.

Three days later—

"Where is that girl?"

The psychologist asked again: "Where is that girl?"

The boy hugged his knees, like holding the white cat, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know."

Doctor: "Is she still alive?"

"I have no idea."

"She is missing, you have to tell me where she is going, did that person take her away?"

"I have no idea."

"You just said, do you know the smell of human blood, who's it? Is it the girl's?"

The boy suddenly raised his head, a red light floated in his eyes, his eyes were angry, hatred, and his weak voice trembled violently: "I said, I don't know!"

The boy did not know where Xiaonan was going, but he knew that it was the girl's intrusion that he could be rescued. This was an exchange between him and the demon.

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