I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

cold, familiar...

Such a feeling hit her face, everything around her brain began to swell, as if a demon living in her brain was about to tear her head open and get out of it.

"No... this is not Ah Feng's home... no..."

She squatted on the ground, holding her head and muttering non-stop, and her voice seemed to be trembling.

Needless to say, she was terrified.

She couldn't remember everything that happened here, but her heart told her it was something she never wanted to think about.

With the resistance in her heart and the swelling pain in her brain, Rachel became painful for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Rachel's heart suddenly became calm.

There is still a hint of rotting flesh smelling at the tip of the nose.

She stood up from the ground.

"To get out of here..."

Everything here gave Rachel extreme anxiety and despair, and the room she was in now gave her an extremely familiar feeling.

She doesn't want to stay here for a second.

But before leaving, she was curious about a faint rancid smell coming from the tip of her nose.

"What's the smell?"

Scanning the surrounding environment, on her right is a neatly made small bed, and the surrounding layout has a feminine feel, while directly opposite her is a closed wooden door.

Rachel looked back and saw that the curtains on the window had been pulled up, but she could still hear the sound of the rainstorm from outside the window.

Beside the window, a delicate small desk is placed there, on which there seems to be an unfolded homework book and a pen, and beside the two is a potted plant with a pot of succulents planted inside.

"This is……"

Rachel's eyes widened suddenly, her lips trembling uncontrollably...

It was a photo frame with a photo of a couple and their daughter. The man and woman looked familiar. That girl...is it me?

She seemed to remember something.

Box?

There is a wooden box under the desk, and the rancid smell seems to come from inside.

Rachel opened the box, and inside was a tattered-looking puppy doll, a small fluffy thing, with a pair of buttons for the eyes, stitched traces on the abdomen, and some cotton coming out of the incompletely stitched abdomen.

The rancidity is what it emits.

How could a toy give off a rancid smell?

Rachel let go of the 'doll' holding the 'doll', and the little 'doll' fell to the ground, but she quickly picked up the puppy 'doll' again, her dark eyes filled with pity.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I hurt you again, and I clearly promised to cure you."

Rachel rubbed her cheek against the puppet.

No, maybe this thing can't be called a doll at all. It was a living thing two days ago, a poor little guy who hasn't eaten for a long time.

She likes small animals very much and wants to be in contact with them, but they don't think so...they will be afraid of her.

Rachel remembered that this lively puppy was a stray dog ​​she found on the way home from school. At that time, she saw it was hiding in a corner and whimpering all over its body, so she wanted to help it.

I even asked my mother and father. Although they didn't say it explicitly, they must have agreed by default.

The next day, she happily went to find the puppy and wanted to pet it.

Then it hurt for no reason.

Rachel's eyes were a little dazed.

In a flash of time, the puppy fell to the ground weakly breathing and covered in blood, with a small knife stuck in its stomach and a big cut in its neck.

At that time, she was very flustered, because she really liked this puppy, and she really wanted to save it.

So she took the puppy home, took it to a bedroom where it was convenient for treatment, and cured it!

Broken internal organs were replaced with something that could replace them, and broken wounds were closed with needle and thread.

Everything is perfect!

It's ready to live with this puppy!

Staring at the 'injured' puppy in her hand, Rachel remembered that it seemed to happen like this.

"Don't die...I will save you."

As she spoke, her eyes were dimmed, but her small face was very anxious. She took out the needle and thread in her shoulder bag and began to treat the puppy in her hand.

Not a single drop of blood was shed, which is wonderful.

Holding this little smelly puppy, Rachel laughed happily.

However, there were bursts of muffled noises downstairs, as if something was knocking on wood, which made her unable to breathe.

'You drunk cop, you took everything from me, my past, my future lol...'

'I took everything from you? Obviously it's you crazy woman! That child, look at what that child looks like now! She would bring that dirty dead thing home, stuff it with cotton, and act like a psychopath every day, it's obviously your fault! '

'My fault? Haha...ahhahahaha! '

...

Vaguely, Rachel in the room heard the sound of a man and a woman arguing, but her heart didn't fluctuate at all, as if all this was taken for granted.

Obviously she didn't know why!

Putting the puppy in her hand on the table, she gently stroked the dry hair on the puppy's body, and said softly:

"Sleep here obediently, I'll go and have a look."

'Wow. '

"Hey, just sleep well."

After finishing speaking, Rachel opened the door of the room and went down.