Chapter 2, Angel's Night of Terror

A chilling wind swept by, and a figure stumbled out from the Gothic mansion, a young girl. Her disheveled black hair and disordered clothing gave her a wild appearance. In her hand, she clutched a knife, with bloodstains on her face and body, the origin of which remained uncertain, whether her own or someone else's

The knife was stopped just a few centimeters from the girl's neck, as the man sitting in the car quickly grabbed the girl's hand. At that moment, the girl in the white dress said anxiously, "Brother, please be careful. My sister has mental issues. I beg you not to let her go just yet. I... I..." She also seemed somewhat at a loss.

"I apologize for disturbing you, big brother. My parents are out of town these days, and I am responsible for taking care of my sister. It's just that she may have forgotten to take her medicine today..." The girl said, feeling quite frustrated

Ah! Let go of me! Let go of me! I am not mentally ill! The one with the problem is her! She is a psychopath! She has necrophilia! She is the real lunatic! If not, please take me to a mental hospital, I beg you to take me to a mental hospital, or just call the police, please do not hand me over to her! I beg you!" Fearing that the man would not believe her, she struggled to free her hand from his grip while desperately trying to hide behind him, speaking in a panicked and hurried manner. She would rather be locked up in a mental hospital as a madwoman than be taken away by this pervert! If not, please take me to a mental hospital, I beg you to take me to a mental hospital, or just call the police, please do not hand me over to her! I beg you!" Fearing that the man would not believe her, she struggled to free her hand from his grip while desperately trying to hide behind him, speaking in a panicked and hurried manner. She would rather be locked up in a mental hospital as a madwoman than be taken away by this pervert!

... ...

A full round moon hangs high in the sky, with several strokes of crimson staining its surface, casting a somber shadow over the foreboding black and gray Gothic architecture that resembles a haunted fortress.

If a girl like this could be a murderer, then this society is truly despairing

A burst of cheerful laughter rang out, accompanied by the sweet giggles of a girl, which sounded particularly enchanting in such a quiet and eerie place

"Sister, please calm down..." she said with concern, her expression genuinely reflecting the younger sister's worry for her older sister, leaving no room for anyone to detect any flaws.

"No!" the girl shouted desperately, struggling wildly to escape

Truly disobedient, the disobedient doll, must go online to engage in more circles

Ah! Do notーー!

"No! Please, save me! I am a human! I am a human, not a ghost! Save me! Someone wants to kill me!" The girl sensed their fear and quickly knelt down to plead, her whole body trembling. She looked at the girl slowly emerging from around the corner, her expression twisted with terror. She clutched the door handle tightly, as if grasping the last straw of hope, desperately pulling to try to open the car door. "Look! That person, she wants to kill me! She wants to kill me! Save me! Please, save me!"

The iron gate is right in front of me, if only I could run out, if only I could try a little harder, I would surely be able to escape this cursed place

"Sister." Her footsteps suddenly quickened, her brows slightly furrowed, revealing a deep sense of concern

The girl showed no excessive reaction to this outburst, appearing as if she had grown accustomed to such things, only displaying a hint of helplessness. The man also did not believe the girl's words; how could this seemingly clean girl before him possibly be the pervert she spoke of? Looking at her demeanor, it was she who seemed to be the one with issues.

A couple leaned against a car parked by the roadside, drinking beer and playfully teasing each other. Suddenly, they heard a rapid sound of footsteps. Turning their heads, they saw a woman with disheveled hair, holding a knife, and covered in blood on her body and face. In the moonlight, she appeared as if she had suddenly emerged like a ghost, frightening them.

The girl shook her head and said, "No, sister cannot go to such a place. I can take good care of her. Can you help me take her home? My house is just up that slope."

Hehe... she let out a gentle laugh, "There is no other way; I have been a wronged spirit for too long, so I have no choice but to become a malevolent ghost."

The girl's expression of fear and terror was filled with resentment, "Mu Rulan, you are more terrifying than an evil spirit..."

The young man furrowed his brows and simply twisted her two hands behind her back, "Are you sure you can take good care of her?" Encountering a lunatic in the middle of the night is indeed quite unfortunate; it is better to let go as soon as possible, and this girl does not seem to be lying.

Help! This ghost unexpectedly showed a look of desperate pleading towards them, stumbling as it ran over, its tone anxious and panicked, glancing back from time to time, "Help, please, save me!"

Hmm. The girl smiled gratefully, her expression soft and warm, yet somewhat adorable, like a fluffy little kitten, making one want to reach out and pet her head. However, the air of nobility about her made such an action feel somewhat presumptuous, as it was something only very close individuals could do.

Nonsense! Don't listen to her nonsense! She is deceiving! Don't pay attention to her, I beg you!

The girl who fell to the ground had a spark of hope in her eyes; she trembled as she picked up the knife and ran towards the source of the sound

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Why don't you believe me? She is not a good person! Ahhhhh!

The car lights were very bright, and the couple sitting inside heard someone shouting about a murder. The person who was to be killed ran up to them for help, and naturally, they could not stand by and do nothing. However, the girl was holding a knife, so they wanted to call over some friends nearby for assistance. Yet, when they looked at the person being accused by the girl, they were taken aback and hesitated.

This world has gone mad, for they all love this pervert

No, do not come over

The man, however, was so frightened that he wanted to take his girlfriend and flee in the car. Who wouldn't be scared to see such a person in the middle of the night? They are not martial arts masters.

Sister? They looked at the two of them strangely

The sharp and piercing sound continued, and as she watched the dark gray house draw closer, she felt a sense of terror and despair; however, no one was willing to believe her

Thud ... ... She fell, the small knife in her hand slid half a meter away. She looked up in terror at the woman who was slowly approaching her with a smile not far away, her whole body trembling with fear. This woman was more terrifying than a ghost! ... She must be the most perverse person in the world, undoubtedly the most cruel and frightening woman in existence, yet this woman, in the eyes of the world ...

Her lips curled into a smile, gentle and beautiful, yet exceedingly enigmatic

This is the outskirts, where human presence is sparse, yet every inch of land is precious, for the air here is fresh. Every few dozen meters, a villa with a distinct style appears, and moreover, a resort will be established here in the near future

A figure gradually appeared behind, walking slowly as if merely strolling under the moonlight. She moved slowly towards the woman who was stumbling and running out through the iron gate, and in comparison, her pace was indeed very slow

The girl referred to as "sister" watched in terror as the other girl approached her with large strides. Frantically, she tugged at the handlebars, shouting, "No! Don't be deceived by her face! She is a fraud, she is a pervert! There are many terrifying doll corpses in her house! She wants to turn me into a doll too! Save me! Save me!"

However, as she approached, the young girl was startled and raised the knife, intending to stab her. In that moment, her mind went blank, and all her actions were driven by the instinct for survival.

She ran out of the iron gate, but the woman behind her was still leisurely pursuing her, remaining about ten meters away. The leaves rustled, the moonlight was so bright, yet the night was so dark. That figure behind her resembled an inescapable net, ready to ensnare her at any moment and drag her back to do those terrifying things. Oh God! No! The leaves rustled, the moonlight was so bright, yet the night was so dark. That figure behind her resembled an inescapable net, ready to ensnare her at any moment and drag her back to do those terrifying things. Oh God! No!

The girl in front had tears of terror in the corners of her eyes. When she turned around and saw that figure, she was instantly so frightened that her legs nearly gave way. However, she wanted to escape; she did not want to fall into the hands of this pervert again. She would rather die than fall into her hands again. Therefore, she took a knife, and if she couldn't run away, she would commit suicide!

Thank you, goodbye. She stood at the door, smiling gently and adorably as she waved to the man, who also waved back at her, gradually disappearing from view. After a while, she turned around and looked at the girl in the hall whose hands and feet were bound, her smile still as gentle and warm as ever, slowly closing the heavy door.

Surrounded by desolation, she felt a terrifying fear as if a ghost were chasing her from behind. She fell to the ground, then scrambled to her feet and ran outside, her bare feet crunching on the fallen leaves and dry twigs, producing a crackling sound.

"Why do you want to escape?" She walked to the side table, opened a beautiful makeup box, and inside were not various cosmetics, but a roll of water-colored silk thread and several black nails with a strong scent of blood. She asked politely and reservedly, her smile as harmless as that of a kitten, "I haven't turned you into a puppet yet, where do you think you can escape to?"

The girl walking leisurely had a deeper smile at the corners of her mouth, as the moonlight fell upon her face, clean and fair, beautifully soft, with an angelic clarity.

Her face was smeared with blood, and she held a knife in her hand, desperately banging on their car door, her expression twisted in terror. The words she shouted startled the girl inside the car

The moonlight is bright, the headlights are even brighter, and the girl illuminated by the headlights is wearing a very clean white dress. She appears quite young, seemingly underage, with a head of black hair that is slightly curled, forming a beautiful natural wave. Her small face, about the size of a palm, has a slight flush, and she is exceptionally delicate and refined, exuding a cleanliness that is somewhat unbelievable. Her aura is extremely pure, like that of an angel

Ah ... ...

The girl shrugged helplessly, her face gentle and clean, her gaze warm and accommodating, causing the young man to feel his heart soften involuntarily. "Let me help you call the mental hospital."