Intensive Cultivation Manual

【April [-]th】

The first day after killing my parents.

Physical and mental exhaustion caused Shen Fan to sleep unsteadily in the first half of the night. When he woke up in the morning, he was already going to be late, and his younger sister who always got up early had already gone out.

Go out at [-]:[-] and arrive at the classroom at [-]:[-].

Looking from a distance, on the table by the window, there was an extra breakfast as usual on his seat.One day it suddenly appeared on his desk, no one knew when it was put there, and then it would appear the next day and the third day, every day.

"Morning, Shen Fan." The classmate I met in the corridor the day before yesterday waved to Shen Fan and said good morning.

"Yeah." The exhaustion from not sleeping well made him nod, and replied lightly.

"Didn't sleep well?" The classmate came over.

"Yeah." After putting away his schoolbag, Shen Fan turned his head and picked up the morning meal on the table and started eating.

"I came here quite early today, but when I came, there was already breakfast on your table."

"Ah."

"Aren't you curious? Who on earth brings you breakfast every day? If it's a cute girl, I'd be very happy."

"It doesn't matter."

And that person is a man.

"Shen Fan's personality is really strange. It's time for class, so I'll go back first."

"En." Swallowing the last mouthful silently, he put the book on the table.

The phone in his pocket vibrated again, Shen Fan took it out and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar number on the screen.

[How about breakfast? ]

[Well, it's delicious. ]

And that person will change one every day, observe what he likes to eat, and then change the breakfast mix.

[Go back in the afternoon and tidy up the things in the cabinet, it's not good to leave them for too long. ]

With a slight pause in his fingers, Shen Fan replied with the word "um" and then turned off the phone.

During the one-day class, that person didn't send any more messages, neither did Shen Fan.When that matter was mentioned, Shen Fan was the first one to remain silent, although he knew very well that even if he didn't want to mention it, it was still true.

Being brought up by another person whom he has never met, something he doesn’t want to say, but the person on the other side of the phone doesn’t know anything, standing in the sun at a loss, while standing in the dark, he doesn’t want to come out, Shen Fan hated this feeling a little bit.

Get out of class at six o'clock and go home from school.

Just talked with that person on the phone, went home as usual, stood at the intersection and waited for the red street light, tilted his head slightly to look at the feet of the crowded crowd, the blood stains were no longer visible, and one day Shen Fan would also forget about the animal When the cat exists, no one will remember it anymore.

Withdrawing his impetuous heart, he followed the crowd and crossed the road.My sister will come back later, at least pack it up before my sister comes back.

I went home at [-]:[-], stood at the stairs and couldn't hear the noise. When I opened the door, I couldn't see the two people in the living room, as if they had never existed before, and the room was eerily quiet.

Hearing the sound of the alarm clock, Shen Fan slowly put down his schoolbag, walked into his bedroom, and locked the door.In the quiet space, the beating sound of the heart was very clear. The hand holding the doorknob was slightly loosened, and then tightened. I hurriedly put it into the bag yesterday, and I didn’t even see their faces clearly. Today, I may not be able to open the bag calmly to see looking at their blood-stained faces.

As if wanting something in a hurry, Shen Fan turned on the phone again, as if he knew it a long time ago, the next second he turned on the screen, he received a message from him.

[When a person dies, what remains in this world is just a piece of meat. ]

A simple and clear sentence was not even considered comforting, but Shen Fan calmed down, put down his phone, and opened the cabinet door.

That's right, the people in the bag can't move anymore, they won't open their mouths to scold his mother, and they won't show ugly expressions anymore, those two people have been taken by him...

Obliterated.

Congealed blood was stained on the black bag, and the outline of the arm was faintly exposed against the bag.Shen Fan got into the closet, pushed against the upper wall panel, moved it away and climbed up.

The narrow attic is covered with dust and cobwebs, and thick dust is accumulated on the exposed beams. Further to the side is the top of the wall against which the wardrobe rests. There is a gap in the middle, and then the outer wall.This house was just an ordinary brick and tile house in the early years, and it was rebuilt later. Probably my father didn’t want to spend too much money, so he refurbished the exterior casually. Most of the places were completed hastily. Space, stuffing those two is no problem at all.

Although it was a bit difficult, Shen Fan could barely pull the two of them up one by one, using a rope to tie one end to the beam and the other end to their bodies, and pull them up from the attic.

After all, after living at home for several years, Shen Fan quickly dug out an old hemp rope from the utility room, went back to his room and locked the door.

Standing in front of the closet again and looking at the two bags, Shen Fan took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality slightly, and opened the bag.

Loosening the mouth of the bag, a strong smell of blood came over his face. Shen Fan frowned slightly, thinking that he would deal with the smell in the room later, looked up into the bag, his body shook suddenly, and his expression became stiff.

What, what's going on?

The blood all over his body was congealed, and Shen Fan looked at the things in the bag in astonishment. There were other small things mixed with the corpse, his father's favorite tie, his mother's favorite bracelet, these things... When in it...

The pores were slightly open, and the chill penetrated through the skin, causing Shen Fan's body to tremble uncontrollably.Fear came from all directions, his back felt cold, the sudden shock made Shen Fan unsure what to do, he stared blankly at the bag in front of him, his father's head half exposed from inside, his gray pupils fixedly stared at him, It reflected Shen Fan's pale face.

what happened?

thing?

When will it be put in? !

He obviously didn't put it in!And these things, haven't they been locked in the cabinet all the time?Why did it appear here? !

His thoughts were in a mess, making Shen Fan stand in a daze, the things his parents loved, stained with congealed blood, were put together with their corpses, their bloody faces were packed in a bag and placed in the closet , Then, staring straight at him, such a strange picture makes one's hair stand on end.

The huge sense of oppression made Shen Fan unable to breathe, and the room fell into deathly silence for a while.

For the first time, he kills.

For the first time, encountered such a thing.

What is this? Does death make him feel bad?

Shen Fan cast aside his gaze, crouched down in front of the closet with his head in his arms, his emotions were churning together with his stomach, making him feel like his head was about to explode.

Suddenly the phone vibrated, causing Shen Fan's heart to rise to his throat, beating violently.

[Did something happen? ]

The person at the other end of the number asked.

Shen Fan raised his head and stared at the wardrobe in front of him, what should he say, did he cheat the corpse?Something suddenly appeared next to the corpse, but he had no memory of putting it in at all.

Could it be that he is the wrong one?

The phone vibrated again, bringing Shen Fan back to his senses, this time it was a call, the phone vibrating in the palm of his hand was waiting for his answer over and over again, as if it was the anxiety of the person on the other side of the phone.

"In the closet..." He was the first to speak at the first call of the phone call, panting slightly, suppressing his faintly throbbing nerves, and said helplessly, "There are other things in the closet."