This is it. Looking at the three-story building in front of me, I smiled. It was not easy to find it.
I am a college student and work part-time as a tutor, but this time the tutor is not a junior high school student or a high school student in the past, but a child who is just six years old.
To be honest, I didn't want to come here. Children are usually difficult to manage, and I don't know what to teach them. But in the end I couldn't resist the temptation of high remuneration, not to mention the newspaper's assurance that I didn't need to teach my children anything, I just needed to play house with them.
Unknowingly, I had arrived downstairs, raised my hand, and was about to ring the doorbell, but stopped in surprise. So shabby! The doorbell was covered with rust, and its old appearance seemed a bit incompatible with the appearance of the luxurious villa. The deserted place looked even more strange. Just as I was thinking about it, the door creaked open, and then an extremely weird smell came to my face , some bloody, some…
"You are here to apply for a job, right?" The voice came, and I realized that the master had opened the door. I raised my head and looked at the master. His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, his hair was a little yellow, and he actually had some… Smells of blood and formalin!
Formalin! I shuddered unconsciously, this smell…
The host seemed to be aware of my question, "My husband and I work in a hospital, you know…" Although he was explaining, his face remained expressionless, "Come in, you just need to play house with the child. Is the salary okay?"
So that’s it. I took a long breath and said, “Of course it’s no problem.”
Following the hostess, I entered the house and began to look at everything in the house curiously. The smell of blood and formalin that filled the whole house proved the identity of the owner. The floor was covered with a layer of dust. It was obvious that the owner was very busy and had no time to clean. It was not surprising that he hired someone to take care of the children. Wait, what is that? I suddenly found a pool of bright red in the corner of the room, "Then…where is it?" I couldn't help but screamed.
The hostess looked back at me and said, "The paint on the floor was spilled."
what sound! The voice just now was completely different from the hostess's. It was a little more childish, I guessed, but the hostess's voice changed back to the original, "My son's voice, he is watching the surveillance. Come with me to the second floor, the child is here There."
monitor? Why didn't I find it when I inspected the house? I suddenly felt that this house was very strange, indescribably strange.
The hostess went up the stairs, one step at a time, walking very…awkward?
Awkward can only be used to describe her walking posture, and awkward brings about abnormal weirdness.
After thinking about it, I followed him. I came here to make money, not to be afraid.
The whole building was extremely quiet, and the only sound could be heard as the footsteps of the hostess and I going upstairs. I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the child in this family is not as difficult to control as I thought. At least, he is very quiet, right?
But then I realized immediately, was there no one else in the building? Why so quiet?
"Madam, is there no one else in your family except you and your children?"
Her body trembled, but she didn't turn around and still walked with that awkward pace. "There are chefs, servants, and drivers at home, but they all have a day off today. Usually I am the only one who is busy. And he…went to work." It's that voice again!
There was a hint of childishness in the hostess's voice again. I lowered my head and thought about why this was happening, and accidentally glanced at the layers of dust on the ground.
Does she have a servant? So why is this happening. And why do the driver, servant, and chef have a day off on the same day?
It seems I should choose to leave?But thinking about the high salary, if I don’t do this part-time job,
While thinking, we have reached the second floor. The hostess pointed to the innermost room and motioned for me to come over. And she turned around and walked into another room.
I walked toward the innermost part alone, and the surroundings were quiet except for the sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor. The sound of "treading, stepping" kept echoing in the small building, coupled with the smell and dusty environment all around, it was strange and abnormal.
I suddenly shivered for no reason, and felt timid in my heart. I had the urge to go back, but the thought of the high reward stopped me from retreating.
Just work for one day, and the income of 500 yuan a day is enough for my living expenses this month.
I gritted my teeth and walked inside, the echoing footsteps getting louder and louder, and finally reached the end. Opening the door to the room, a creaking sound came, which was extremely harsh. Then another strange smell hit me.
There is no longer the smell of formalin that I have adapted to, but a rancid smell mixed with a strong smell of disinfectant.
I held on to the wall and couldn't help but vomit. A trash can suddenly moved over on the floor. "Spit in this, otherwise it won't be easy to clean."
The childish voice must be that child.
But I couldn't control that much, so I vomited like crazy. After vomiting for a while, I felt better. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the contents of the trash can and started vomiting again. In the trash can, there are some rotten animal offal!
After vomiting for a long time and feeling better, I turned back to look at the source of the sound. Sure enough, a little boy with an innocent face.
"My mother taught me how to do anatomy a few days ago, but I haven't had time to process it yet. Aunt Zhang and the others haven't come back yet."
Aunt Zhang? She was probably what the hostess called a servant.
I glanced at the boy, "What's your name?"
"Sang." The boy answered naturally, and then walked into the room.
I walked in, but I couldn't help but want to vomit. The rancid smell in the house was even worse than outside.
Sang smiled shyly at me, "Mom, did you tell you what you were going to do?"
I'm Eran, I really didn't ask.
Seemingly knowing my embarrassment, Sang smiled innocently, "Actually, it's nothing, just playing with me. I like to play house and play various roles, but no one has ever played with me."
No one to play with him? I frowned, his mother was at home, how could there be no one to accompany her? Then he felt relieved, maybe his parents were too tired.
After questioning, I started playing house with him.
San is a genius! This is the only feeling I have now, he is really a genius in acting. The roles he plays, driver, servant, chef… are all lifelike.
Especially when he plays his mother, it's almost exactly the same as what I just saw. Even the sound he made was very similar to his mother's! The fear I felt when I first came gradually dissipated, and I started playing with him wholeheartedly. If that's the case, it doesn't hurt to work a few more days. Although the place is a bit remote, the wages…
Sang seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at me, "Sister, please wait for me…" After saying that, he ran out of the house.
I started looking around the room, as is my habit. A cupboard and a bed. Apart from being relatively clean and having an unusually strong smell of disinfectant and rancidity, there seemed to be nothing unusual about the room. But what about the surveillance the hostess mentioned?
Wait, that's… I walked over, "Ah…" That's a skeleton!
"That's just a simulation model." Sang walked in with a bottle of water, "Sister, drink water."
I took a sip and felt the taste was a bit bitter, so I put the water aside.
"Sister, let's play doctor and treat diseases. I'll play a doctor ghost like my mother and play songs with you , and sister will play my patient, okay?"
I smiled and nodded.
"Sister, you go to the bed and lie down. You can't move as a patient." After Sang finished speaking, he ran out again like flying, "I'll get the utensils and clothes!"
I lay on the bed, and the smell of disinfectant on the bed was even stronger. I suddenly had the feeling that I was a corpse, soaked in a pool of formalin-filled solution…
I was dizzy, and I didn’t know when I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again, the hostess had appeared in front of me. I was about to get up, but found that my body could not move no matter what. I was shocked, what happened!
The hostess seemed to sense my doubts, "We are playing doctor and treating diseases. I am playing the role of a doctor, a doctor like my mother!"
A childish voice came from the mistress, but now I discovered that the mistress's mouth did not move!
The hostess had always turned her back to me when she spoke before, but now…how did she speak?
"Sister, the mother I played before looks very similar, right?" It was Sang's voice! The hostess was talking to me in Sang's voice! Moreover, she is calling me sister!
A sense of horror filled my whole body, but I couldn't move my limbs no matter what. I was scared and wanted to scream, but I couldn't.
The hostess took off her white coat and jacket… My eyes widened. There was a zipper on the hostess's belly!
The zipper opened little by little, and Sang climbed out. He smiled, so innocently, but now he looked like a devil in my eyes!
"Sister, I look like the mother I play!"
He folded up the layer of skin and opened the cabinet. The next moment, I understood everything!
Inside the cabinet, piece by piece, are all human skins!
No wonder the room was filled with the smell of formalin, blood, and rancidity; no wonder I never saw two people appear at the same time; no wonder the mistress’s walking posture was so abnormal; no wonder there were those things in the trash can; no wonder the mistress’s voice There will be immature children's voices in it; no wonder…
Everything is clear, it turns out that it is like this, no wonder he acts so like it, because he has always acted it!
"Sister, I can play the role of a tutor from now on."
Innocence remains, the devil's smile!
Horrible game, terrible actor, and even more terrifying, I saw Sang pick up the scalpel and cut open my belly…