Han Murphy looked at her blankly as if he didn't understand what she said, and didn't speak for a long time.
Then, he stood up and walked towards the chest of drawers on the side: "Xiaoxiao, what kind of room do you think this looks like?"
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao carefully looked at the surrounding arrangements.
Sky blue wallpaper, old-fashioned chest of drawers, writing desk... coupled with the children's toys around... this place looks like a boy's bedroom.
At this time, Han Murphy put up the fallen photo frame on the chest of drawers and slowly narrated: "More than twenty years ago, a couple took their two-year-old son to teach at Hong Kong University A."
"Because both the couple are very busy and have no time to take care of their young children, they have always wanted to send the children back to the United States to be taken care of by their grandmother."
"At this time, one of my husband's female students volunteered to take care of the child for them."
"The girl's smile was very sweet, and she looked like a pure and kind-hearted person. Therefore, the couple hired the girl without much hesitation."
"Two years later, one day, my husband suddenly filed for divorce."
"After the wife tried to persuade her to stay, she realized that her husband had changed his mind a long time ago. And the person who interfered in their marriage was none other than the female student with a sweet smile."
"Because the wife couldn't stand the stimulation, she became insane and poisoned her husband to death with her own hands the night before he left the house."
Having said this, Han Murphy paused, raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall, and said: "Then, at 12:52 midnight, the wife walked into the boy's room and planned to strangle him to death on the bed."
After hearing this, Xiaoxiao quickly looked up and realized that the clock on the wall would not move. It had always stopped at 12:52 midnight!
In a daze, she seemed to see the sweet sleeping face of the boy, the wife approaching the big bed step by step, the boy's flushed face, the miserable look of the boy who wanted to scream but couldn't...
She really wanted to run, escape from this room, and leave Han Murphy forever!
But her body seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, unable to move, and she could only watch helplessly as Han Murphy approached her step by step.
"Have you ever tried to be strangled by someone?" Han Murphy put his hand on her neck and tightened it little by little: "I tried. When I was four years old, my mother wanted to strangle me to death with her own hands!"
"She was grabbing me by the neck and saying, 'Murphy, let's go to hell together.'"