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Xiaoting's voice gradually changed, with a hint of an eerie tone, "Wu, have you forgotten again?" Her expression also gradually became unusual, with a strange glint in her eyes.
Wu Cheng felt a sense of unease, as if he had experienced this scene before, but it had changed somehow. He began to recall the past, but Xiaoting's words seemed to challenge his memory.
"Past mistakes..." Xiaoting's voice became more and more grating, "Wu, do you remember why you distanced yourself from me?"
In Wu Cheng's mind flashed a blurry image, yes, he knew, it was that tragic incident of accidental killing, a momentary error in judgment that brought about terrifying consequences forever.
Zhang Xiaoting's expression turned serious, "Your sins, your guilt, are all deeply buried in your heart."
Pain flashed in Wu Cheng's eyes, as if Xiaoting's words had touched a forbidden corner of his heart.
"However, you know, there's still one outrageous thing that you've been too afraid to admit," Xiaoting's voice rang out again, "And you know, you can never escape from this nightmare."
Wu Cheng's emotions fell into turmoil as he tried to deny it, but the fear and guilt in his heart could not be concealed.
Under Xiaoting's gaze, Wu Cheng's brain felt oppressed, and his memories gradually became clearer, until the deepest part.
He remembered, his fiancée Zhang Xiaoting, she was the most important person in his life. Even though Wu Cheng felt guilty for his work mistakes, Zhang Xiaoting never left him, silently supporting him.
However, guilt and fear gradually consumed his soul. He began to experience auditory and visual hallucinations, and every night he found himself confronting terror in his dreams.
On a dark night, Wu Cheng once again fell into the torment of his inner turmoil. Strange voices echoed in his ears, and the hallucinations felt like reality. He felt as if his home was filled with unidentified creatures or the spirits of those who had perished in past missions.
Fear enveloped him, he couldn't contain it, he picked up the police gun, and the flashlight's beam explored the entire house. Finally, he arrived at the bedroom.
The flashlight's beam illuminated Xiaoting's face. In that moment, Wu Cheng's heart stopped, his mind plunged into deep panic. His thoughts twisted, and the scene before him distorted into a terrifying image.
"Don't come over!" His voice trembled and echoed.
Awakened by the sudden sound and light, Zhang Xiaoting looked at Wu Cheng in confusion and instinctively walked towards him.
Wu Cheng's fingers tightly pressed the trigger. In an instant, his rationality was destroyed by fear and guilt. He looked at Xiaoting, and the Darkness in his heart obscured everything, to the point where he mistook her for a ghost or a monster.
The sound of a gunshot rang out.
Wu Cheng seemed to have lost all his strength as he watched Xiaoting fall helplessly. The bullets in his hand suddenly felt heavy. In that moment, it was as if his soul had been pierced, filled with endless abyss.
In the days that followed, his life seemed to stagnate. He left his job as a police officer and became a detective, but he was no longer the confident, idealistic person he used to be. He had become a middle-aged man who always carried sadness, regret, and even some neuroticism. He used his professional appearance to disguise himself, but the fear and guilt deep inside him would never disappear.
Wu Cheng felt a splitting headache and collapsed to the ground. In truth, the evil truth had always been swirling in his mind, but he had been unwilling to face it. He painfully turned his body around, opened his eyes, and saw the figure of his wife lying in a pool of blood. His gaze gradually shifted, witnessing his own panicked figure after firing the gun, and everything twisted into a horrifying scene.
The restless emotions churned within him, but suddenly, he stopped. The inner fear and guilt gradually transformed into a kind of calmness, an evil calmness. He began to systematically clean up, as if executing a ruthless plan.
He watched himself expressionlessly drag Xiaoting's body to the bathroom and place it on the floor. The scene was like a real-life nightmare, replaying in his mind. Slowly, he picked up tools, turned on the faucet, and let the blood be washed away. The sound of every drop of blood echoed in his ears, as if it were an eternal torment.
Next, he returned to the tool shed and took out a saw. Each time the saw rubbed, it sounded like it was tearing his soul apart. Without hesitation, he cut into it as if dismantling a useless object, ignoring that it was the person he deeply loved.
The whole process was filled with a cold atmosphere. His eyes were hollow, as if controlled by some dark force. He sawed repeatedly, flesh and blood blurred, life overflowing, his emotions long replaced by numbness.
Later, Wu Cheng saw himself dragging a black plastic bag out of the bathroom. The heavy plastic bag dragged across the wooden floor, emitting a sharp sound, like the sigh of the deceased. He stared at this scene, feeling endless anger and despair surging in his heart, eventually erupting into a roar.
His throat let out a deafening roar, releasing the pain of his heart like a wild beast. He knew that this was all just an illusion, his wife was not dead, it was all just an evil illusion.
Suddenly, he stood up, as if going mad, relentlessly hitting the surrounding furniture with his hands and feet. The sound of wood breaking seemed to curse this nightmare. His mood became extreme, sometimes roaring, sometimes crying, his inner state becoming extremely unstable. However, his split behavior did not stop the version of him in the illusion from continuing his evil deeds. "Wu Cheng shouted loudly, 'No! All of this is wrong!'" He tried to shake this distorted reality with a rational voice.
At this moment, Xiaoting suddenly appeared before him. His wife, her beautiful face disfigured, her skin sewn together with stitches, like a dismantled and reassembled puppet. Her gaze was filled with a strange smile, blood gushing from her mouth, like a resurrected monster. "Hey, look at what you've turned me into. I still love you so much. Don't you think... I'm amazing?" Her voice carried a chilling laughter, her distorted smile mocking Wu Cheng's fear.
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