As a reminder, please wear pants. If you can’t accept light darkness, please skip to the next chapter)
A little boy with white hair jumped in the moment the elevator closed. He was about the same height as Annie.
Since it was from a back-to-back perspective, the specific appearance could not be seen clearly.
Through his white hair and pale skin on his neck, he was probably suffering from a disease such as leukemia.
The elevator room was very old, and I didn't even see the billboards for men's hospitals and plastic surgery hospitals. It just went up slowly.
"Ding."
The elevator door opened and we arrived on the 24th floor.
The little boy ran out first, jumping and touching the bell hanging in the corridor.
The bell swayed, then gradually died down as the little boy ran to the end of the corridor.
When she came to the corner of the corridor, a middle-aged woman in her forties stopped her: "Is it Anne or Anna? Have you eaten? Why don't you eat while it's hot?"
"I'm Annie, no, thank you."
"Okay then." The middle-aged woman wiped her hands on her apron and poked the white-haired boy's head next to her.
Annie's gaze didn't stop, and she continued to move forward, arriving at an open door.
With the sound of broken glass, a man yelled from inside the room: "Wine! There's wine!"
Annie stood at the door for a moment, then stepped in.
Seeing the broken glass on the floor, she wisely picked up the broom.
"Annie?"
A middle-aged man walked out of the back room. He was about forty years old, unshaven, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his eyes were blurred: "Hiccup~ Where is Anna?"
"Sister, she's not back yet." Ronan noticed that Annie's vision was shaking a little, and she seemed extremely afraid of the man in front of her.
"Yeah." The middle-aged man nodded and took out his wallet stiffly: "Go buy me some wine, burp."
He looked like he had drunk a lot, and he took out the bills from his wallet, which were all small coins.
The middle-aged man looked back and forth at the change, and his brows furrowed due to the irritability of having no money: "Damn it, if it weren't for that stinky female cousin, how could I have fallen into this situation?"
"Don't say that about mom." Annie retorted with a pleading tone.
"Ha." The middle-aged man put down the change and wallet in his hand and looked at Anne with contempt: "If that stinky female cousin hadn't gone abroad with someone, I... I would have lost my job and lived in This kind of remote hotel? You still want custody rights back? Dreaming! To return mother, you treat her as dead, do you hear me?"
Annie didn't respond, and her vision slowly receded.
"That's right." The middle-aged man seemed to have suddenly thought of something, licking his lips with a fierce look on his face: "Close the door and come here!"
Anne's vision shook her head.
The middle-aged man chuckled, and his face gradually became ferocious.
He looked wretched, as if he was sure of her: "If you don't come over, I'll find Anna."
"Don't... don't look for her." Annie was a little flustered, turned to look outside the house, and then looked at the middle-aged man inside.
She walked to the door and held the doorframe with her small white hands.
"Why are you standing there, close the door!" The middle-aged man laughed frivolously: "If you don't want to close the door, you can."
Bang.
Seeing the door closed, the middle-aged man stepped forward and grabbed Annie's hand.
"Don't...let me go!"
The strength gap between the two was too big, and their struggle seemed so feeble.
The middle-aged man threw Annie roughly onto the bed and began to unbuckle her belt.
"Quickly, take off your skirt, burp~"
Her vision couldn't help but tremble, and Annie was in an extremely struggling mood at the moment.
She grabbed a pillow to protect her body, kept retreating, and shivered in the corner of the bed.
"As stubborn as that female cousin." The middle-aged man ran his hand down his stomach, his eyes becoming more and more blurred: "What I lost with her, I have to get back from you sisters!"
Boom!
There was a knock on the door.
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he looked towards the door.
Boom!
"Annie, can you please come out?" It was the voice of the middle-aged woman just now.
Boom!
The middle-aged man stared at Anne fiercely, his eyes almost bulging out. The latter shook his head, indicating that he was not the one who called her.
Boom!
The middle-aged woman shouted again: "Annie, are you okay?"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The knocking on the door became louder and louder, like the beat of a drum.
As the sound stopped suddenly, the scene suddenly changed.
Outside the window, it turned into darkness.
"Let...let me go!"
Within the field of vision, the disgusting face of the middle-aged man was almost looming over her. Annie was desperately resisting, and her field of vision was wandering.
Chairs were kicked down, vases were smashed to pieces, and the room was a mess.
The door is open.
"Father, what are you doing?"
Moving her vision to the left, there was a person who looked exactly like Anne standing at the door, her twin sister Annabelle.
Anna ran over and tried hard to pull her father away from Annie, but was knocked over with a backhand slap.
"She's your daughter!" Anna covered her blushing face and looked at the crazy man in front of her.
"Oh, you can do it too, it's the same anyway."
The middle-aged man sneered, rushed to the door, closed it and locked it, and caught the panicked Anna.
"No, don't... don't come here, let go, let go! Please, let me go!"
Anna and Anne were born on the same day, and there was no difference in appearance. She was forced to retreat to the wooden table under the push of the man.
The man ignored the cries and pleas for mercy, grabbed Anna's collar with both hands, and tried to tear open her white shirt.
"Let me go! You beast!"
Ana pressed her hands firmly against the man's face, looking for something to escape, and kicked her feet randomly.
The middle-aged man was kicked in the crotch. He was so angry that he held Anna's arm, grabbed the fruit knife next to her and stabbed her.
The blade penetrated the wooden table and pinned Anna's palm to it.
"Ah!" Anna let out a heartbreaking cry. The more she struggled, the more painful her palms became.
"Anna!" The shrill scream lingered in her ears. When Anne saw her father's sinful behavior, the trembling of her perspective suddenly stopped.
Through the reflection in the full-length mirror in the room, Ronan saw the expression on her face gradually turn cold.
Picking up a pair of scissors, Anne held the handle of the scissors tightly and stabbed the violent man in the back!
"Uh-huh!"
She is not very strong, and the scissors have limited damage.
The middle-aged man was in pain and knocked Annie over with his elbow: "You don't want to live anymore, do you? Okay! Then I'll give you a ride!"
After spitting, the middle-aged man pulled out the fruit knife stuck in Anna's hand.
Seeing her sister in trouble, Anna, who had just escaped, had no time to put on her clothes and hugged the middle-aged man from behind: "Sister, run!"
"What the hell." The middle-aged man cursed angrily, and stabbed the fruit knife into Anna's abdomen with his backhand.
The bright red blood instantly stained the white clothes.
"Anna!" Annie shouted, picked up the fallen scissors, and stabbed the chest of the man who could not be called her father.
The middle-aged man wanted to break free, but his hands were tightly held by Anna.
This small body used all its strength at that moment.
The man seemed to have drunk a lot, and he couldn't use much strength to break free.
Due to the restriction of movement, the hand holding the handle of the knife could only move toward Anna behind him.
One knife, another knife.
Anne held the scissors tightly in both hands and tried her best, as if she was tireless.
One knife, another knife.
The dark beer bottle on the table was shattered in the fierce collision, and brown-black liquid flowed out and flowed all over the floor.
Red blood dripped on the floor, like free tap water.
There was also an unknown light yellow liquid flowing out from the crotch of a middle-aged man through his trousers.
The fan above my head is blowing loudly.
The three liquids that could not be blown away met on the floor and mixed into a more turbid color...