Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2392

Today's anti-theft seems to be another popular dungeon (?), the main text is still being written, I have actually been holding back the story of Fu Xiluo for a long time, and finally when I can write it, I am also very happy (

The crib was moved into the children's room for a better photo. The two cages containing the children were also brought up and placed behind the tripod; they probably knew that they would be released soon, humming and restless in the cages.

In the darkness, Bohemia groped and sat on the floor, bent her knees, and hugged her calves. From the dim light in the corridor, a round and **** head emerged from the doorway, supported by a thin body, and walked towards her step by step; turning around and closing the door, cutting off the dim light in the corridor, Bao'er came over with a "gudong" and sat down next to her.

"No, you have to sit in mother's arms and let her hold you." The husband who was setting up the camera immediately reminded him.

Bohemia's whole body was tense and she didn't move - let alone holding Bao'er, she wished she could kick him down the stairs. Hearing this, Bao'er stood up and looked at her silently for a while, just when Bohemia thought she was going to say "Mom hug me", Bao'er lowered her head without saying a word, put her fingers together, and suddenly stabbed heavily between her two knees.

Bao'er's nails were as sharp as razor blades, and she tore the fabric of her skirt with a "squeak"; Bohemia felt a slight pain, and as soon as her knees were separated, Bao'er immediately seized the opportunity and opened her legs forcefully—it was only a six-year-old child, but her strength was far beyond what she should be at this age; seeing the gap between her legs, Bao'er immediately got in and sat between her mother's legs.

She thought about it, as if she didn't think it was enough, she turned around and pulled Bohemia's arm, and put it on her shoulder.

...I really want to move that arm up a little bit, and slowly tighten it on her throat.

No, she is her own child after all, so she can't have such thoughts... What's more, her husband is right next to her, so she must not let him find out...

Bohemia put her arms on Bao'er stiffly, holding her child in her arms, but it was like holding a half-human poisonous insect, wishing that even her soul could retreat.

"alright,"

The husband suddenly called out, turned out from behind the camera in the dark, conveniently placed a children's game that he couldn't see clearly on the ground, groped and sat opposite the mother and daughter, and said, "Wait ten seconds."

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the family of three sat face to face motionless, and the camera stood quietly aside, maintaining a tomb-like silence.

The husband let out a "huh"; in the darkness, she suddenly felt him reach out and grab her hair, and drag her head down to the side of Bao'er's face.

The big and bulging cold cheeks were pressed against Bohemia's ears. The moment the husband let go and sat back, the dark room was torn apart by the dazzling white glow of the flashing light. The shutters rang one after another, and in the room that seemed to be lit up by lightning again and again, the husband sat opposite, his face was dyed white again and again, only looking at her, his eyes narrowed with laughter.

As expected, he didn't take Bao'er seriously at all... Then...

As soon as the shutter sound and the flash light stopped, Bohemia spoke immediately: "My love for you has not disappeared at all! The reason why I want to leave you is not because I don't love you anymore, it's because—it's because—"

"Because of?"

"You and that woman next door!" Bohemia really had no good reason, so she could only grab the first one that popped into her mind: "You smile when you see her, I know you like her very much!"

The husband was silent for a while in the darkness, as if he was thinking about her words, and after a few seconds he said, "What's the matter? I can't see other women at all."

"You have a different attitude towards her, I can feel it... that's why I want to leave you,"

Bohemia tightly covered Bao'er's mouth and nose with one hand, her palm sank deeply into her bulging flesh, and her arms tightened around her neck all of a sudden. She desperately raised her voice, and in this silent and dark room, her voice was almost unreasonably high: "When I think about what might happen between you, I feel that I might as well not be here!"

Bao'er desperately stuck her fingernails into her arm, scratching her skin open, the blood flowed down the arm, and the skin hurt deeply; Bohemia held back her voice, her legs tightly clamped the legs and feet kicked by Bao'er, trying to suppress her struggling movements to a minimum.

In order to drown out her daughter's struggling voice of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" and to attract her husband's attention, her voice became higher and faster: "I can see that you don't love me at all, you just have an exclusive desire for me, but you always want other women. Otherwise, after the last woman, why are you still angry at me with other women now?"

Bao'er's strength is really astonishing, as if the energy that should have been used to grow a normal mind has all been absorbed into the muscles. She hit her back with her elbow, and when she was hit, Bohemia was almost breathless in her chest; she couldn't hear what her husband was eagerly explaining, so she could only endure the severe pain and use all her strength to hold Bao'er firmly in her arms, her arms tightened more and more tightly on the thin neck without letting go.

"What other women? Are you talking?" The husband seemed to put all his attention on how to resolve the misunderstanding with his wife, and his voice was earnest and anxious: "How can I see other women?"

"Isn't Bao'er counted?" Bohemia hurriedly roared when Bao'er made a heavy nasal sound. "You two are inseparable, and you still deal with me together, doesn't that count?"

Fortunately, Bao'er seemed to often act like a spoiled child to her father with a nasal voice - when she was downstairs just now, she kept hugging her father and humming endlessly, even her father was used to it. The husband paused for a moment, then burst out laughing suddenly: "You, you don't like Bao'er, is it because of this reason?"

"How can she lick your bowl?" Bohemia hoped that her voice would not sound out of breath, but pretended to be emotional, and shouted loudly: "Only I can touch your things!"

The husband was silent for a while, probably lost in some thoughts.

In the dark room, the mother and daughter on the opposite side were quietly fighting to the death. He didn't seem to hear the rustling of their clothes. "So you really still love me," he suddenly let out a long, satisfied breath, and said with a smile, "Since you know how to be jealous of Bao'er, then you really still love me."

The struggle of Bao'er in his arms became weaker and weaker, and his voice became weaker and weaker—no matter how wrong it was, he was still just a child over six years old.

"Then do you love me more, or Baoer more?"

When Bao'er suddenly exhaled her last breath, her husband just said, "It's my wish to exchange her for you."

"I, I wish I could go back to when it was just the two of us,"

Bohemia said in a trembling voice, feeling that Bao'er was not moving. She didn't dare to take it lightly, for fear that this ghostly child was pretending to be dead, and his arm was still firmly stuck to her, and he kept talking to delay time: "Don't you want to get back together with me?"

"Of course I do." He murmured like a dream.

Bohemia didn't know where her experience came from, but she weighed it based on her experience and felt that the target she wanted to kill was already dead. She quietly placed Bao'er's body on the floor, moved a few steps to the side, and when she touched the tripod beside her, her fingers closed on the metal pole.

"Let's take another photo," she said softly, "this time just the two of us."

The husband seemed to hesitate for a moment before there was any movement. "Okay, let me adjust the camera."

When she felt that someone was approaching the tripod, Bohemia grabbed the metal rod tightly, grabbed it hard and slammed it forward—the camera flew out and fell to the ground with a bang; the metal frame not only penetrated into a soft body, but also pushed her husband back several steps, as if he was not as heavy as the metal frame. When he fell backwards, Bohemia jumped up and rushed to the door.

As she threw herself, her leg hit the corner of the cage; the smallest baby girl inside was so shocked that she burst into tears. Bohemia's footsteps froze, and for a moment she wanted to hug both cages.

But they are too big and heavy. Not to mention struggling to lift them up, even if she just stops for a breath, her husband will rush up from behind.

Bohemia abruptly stopped the hand she was about to extend, opened the door, and rushed into the corridor; as if knowing that she had been abandoned, the two children in the cage suddenly burst into tears.

"Stop!" the husband shouted loudly, "Bao'er, catch up! Bao'er?"

If he doesn't run away this time, the next prison sentence will be more severe. As soon as Bohemia rushed into the corridor, staring at the railing on the second floor in front of her, she didn't know what to do next: the downstairs door was locked, she didn't have a key, and the windows were all closed; for her, the whole house was a prison.

Bao'er's strange behavior really didn't delay her husband's action at all. Hearing that he had kicked the cage away and was about to get out of the room in one step, Bohemia quickly took a step aside and leaned against the wall next to the door.

As soon as she was on the wall, her husband rushed out the door, turned his back to her, and glanced left and right in the corridor—seemingly seeing where she had gone. Before he could react, Bohemia jumped up and hit him on the back with his whole body weight.

The husband's body was much lighter than she had imagined, and he was knocked off the ground almost immediately; he broke through the second-floor railing, fell into the air, and fell straight to the first floor.

Bohemia rushed to the broken railing, squinted her eyes in the hazy darkness, and finally saw the figure on the first floor clearly. He was lucky, he just landed on an open space, and he didn't seem to have suffered any fatal injuries except that he couldn't get up for a while because of the pain.

The husband groaned, rolled over, and put his hand on the ground.

Quick, quickly find some heavy object and throw it at him...

In the metal cage behind him, the cries of children were still heard one after another.

It was as if his soul had suddenly left his body, floating in mid-air and watching his actions—Bohemia watched as he turned around, grabbed the metal cage, moved it to the railing break, and pushed it down. The cage containing the baby girl hit the husband's leg, and after a loud bang, he let out a long cry of pain. She pushed the second cage almost numbly, and this time, she aimed at her husband's upper body.

"Mom," the boy yelled in mid-air, before being drowned out by another thump that smashed through the floor.

Bohemia poked her head out, her hands and feet were weak, and she was out of breath.

After the smoke, debris, and muffled sounds gradually dissipated, she could see clearly with the light of the sky at night. The floor was all smashed, and the heavy metal cage buried the husband deeply. No matter whether it was the man or the two children, no one made a sound.

...finally all died.

She sat there without moving for an indeterminate amount of time, until she felt that the light coming in from the window was getting weaker and brighter; the night faded away, and the morning came.

Bohemia shuddered and jumped up from the corridor.

"Hello, Yuan Xiangxi?" She looked around and shouted loudly, "Yuan Xiangxi, where have you been?"

After a few seconds, a trembling voice came from the first floor.

"Down...below..."

She threw herself to the railing and saw that the metal cage in the deep hole in the floor had disappeared at some point. Yuan Xiangxi lay under it in a mess and waved at her weakly.

"The play seems to be over...I said, what are you doing so hard for?"