horror effect

Kragujewicz felt that Herbert Wernstein was only in for 20 seconds, no more than half a minute.

But he was still well-dressed when he went in, but when he came out, he smelled of cigarettes all over his body, and his expression was so angry that he didn't even look at Kragujewicz, just clenched his fists and strode away up.

Kragujewicz thought to himself: The most unusual thing he's been on duty has just happened, but it doesn't look like he needs to report.

After a few days of heavy snow, the weather turned sunny again. Perhaps because of this reason, those patients with colds, fevers, and joint pains improved one after another, and fewer people came to the medical center to see a doctor.

When there are no patients, Dr. Hostatova will take good care of several pots of snakehead fritillaria on the windowsill.Now their red checkerboard flowers have faded, leaving only the long green leaves standing upright.She was cutting off the dry old leaves with small scissors, as skillfully as she stitches a patient.

At the same time, she wondered whether to add a few pots of lupines when spring came.

Nikolai, a young male nurse from the infirmary, came up and said to Dr. Hostatova: "Dr. Bragos wants you to go."

"Bragos?" The female doctor put down the scissors, "I haven't heard of him."

"He's the personal doctor of the Bouy family." Nicola replied with a nervous look on his face.

Hostatova's joyful face was immediately clouded. "What did he want from me?"

"He didn't say anything on the phone, but he really wanted us to help him."

"Help?...Help?" The female doctor muttered this somewhat ominous word, wondering what happened to Bouy's family, and she actually wanted to ask her for help, Mr. Bouy?Or his young wife Anna?But Hostatova knew very well that no matter what happened to either of these two people, she would have no regrets.

When Hostatova arrived at Bouy's mansion, Dr. Blagosh had been waiting for a long time. The middle-aged man with a mustache led her into the room from the front hall.

The servant took the medicine box from the female doctor's hand.Dr. Bragoche told her the situation along the way: "We think Madame de Bois is pregnant. I came to you because there is no medical testing equipment at the mansion, but your clinic has them. Today I want you to take a blood sample from your wife for testing. Of course, there is no doubt, it is mainly for insurance...."

Dr. Blagos continued, but Hostatova did not listen, her mind became preoccupied with one thing: Anna Bouilly was pregnant.

This woman who had taken the place of Hostatova's mother, this woman who was luckier than her poor mother, this woman who was younger than herself—had conceived her father's child!She looked at the light-yellow wallpaper on both sides of the corridor she passed, at the long wine-red carpet on the steps, at the Holbein oil paintings on the walls, all these things she was familiar with, but now she hated them, hated this Home, hate the people here.

When they entered the room, Hostatova saw for the first time Anna Boai in the soft chair.The woman was young and beautiful, but a little nervous, obviously surprised by the fact that she was pregnant, but her eyes and lips were still innocent, showing a hint of motherly joy.

Then Hostatova saw Mr. Bowai, who couldn't hide his excitement, walked around the room happily, and even when he saw his daughter who had severed ties with him, he didn't show his usual irritability. .

"Renee," he called her name, "good to have you here."

"That's what a doctor should do," answered Hostatova coldly.

Because she was afraid of saying unpleasant things to each other, the female doctor immediately began to check. After asking a few questions, she took Anna's blood and put it in the medicine box.Then she talked with Dr. Bragosh for a while, and then she was about to leave.

"Doctor Hostatova," Anna Bouilly called to her suddenly. "Can I have your blessing?" she said with a smile.

While staring at Anna's beautiful and gentle smile, Hostatova suddenly felt pain in her chest as if being cut open by a scalpel, and a mixture of anger and fear gushed out from the wound.

Anger because Anna was sitting where her poor mother had been, fear because of Anna's tenderness--weak, wondrous, irresistible tenderness, a terrible tenderness like a sheet of intangible toughness. The big net slowly advances in the air and spreads over the heads of every contact. It is conceivable that when it is tightened, the people inside the net have lost the strength to struggle.

Hostatova took a sharp step back.

"No." She answered firmly.

After the female doctor left, Anna sighed in disappointment.So far, her attempts to reconcile Hostatova with her father have failed.She doesn't even bless herself!Anna thought.

But slowly, Anna discovered that she didn't know much about Hostatova's hatred.She knew that the female doctor loved her dead husband very deeply, but Anna herself had never experienced such a deep love, and she didn't even like her husband very much.

Now she has a little baby waiting to be born, and what will it teach her?

While she was thinking this, the servants were moving things into the room, and by the time she remembered that she should ask, they had already finished moving.

It was a new set of furniture, the colors were comfortable grass green and sky blue, dotted with various small animals.

"It's for our future son. Don't you think it's beautiful, Anna?" said M. Bouilly cheerfully.

"Yes, very cute."

"I'm going to renovate this place and use it as a child's room. And you should live in the room next door to the south, where there is more space and plenty of sunlight."

Anna took M. Bouilly's hand.

"Thank you, Mikhail, you are always very thoughtful. But don't you think that while caring about your unborn child, you should also care about your adult daughter?"

M. Bouilly's face immediately darkened. "I've cut ties with her."

"But……"

"Don't mention her again, Anna. We have enough things to worry about now." He suddenly smiled and continued, "I specifically asked the chef to cook your favorite stewed anchovies, and I will come immediately after changing clothes Restaurant come, I can't wait." Finally he kissed Anna's forehead and turned to leave.

After he left, Anna fell into the melancholy state just now.She felt uneasy, as if there were countless extremely long and extremely thin steel wires trembling around, but she didn't know what caused the trembling, as if there were wild beasts biting the steel wires and tearing each other at the far end.

Mikhail Bouilly had a very pleasant day.

When he went to Anna's new room to say goodnight, he stayed a little longer and made her giggle with a few jokes.

Then he went back to his room humming a song, read a few irrelevant letters, drank a small glass of wine, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Bouyil was awakened by the sound of "cracking" in his ears. When he opened his eyes, he was startled by what he saw: countless pieces of broken porcelain suddenly appeared on the light yellow and orange pinstriped ceiling. The cracks on the ground, they meander forward like snakes, intertwine with each other, making a "creaking" sound, and pieces of debris and stones fall all over the ground like raindrops, and those "cracking" sounds are exactly what they make.

Slowly, cracks began to extend from the ceiling to the four walls, and cracked wallpaper and cement powder fell.

"It's—what's going on?" Bois cried in disbelief. "Is it an earthquake? Servant! Servant!" But no one answered him.

More and more broken stones fell, and some places on the ceiling and walls had formed cavities, and red rays of light shone in from the outside.Bowai looked at the window and found that the window covered with curtains was very dark. Obviously it should be night outside, but where did the red light come from?Immediately afterwards, the windows also began to shatter, and red light shone in through the dark cracks.

Feeling scared, Bouyil ran to the door, trying to open it, but no matter how hard he tried, the door would not move, and behind him, the rubble was getting denser and denser.

Finally, with a "bang", the ceiling completely collapsed, and the four walls also collapsed, and red light flooded in all of a sudden.

Bouyil stood in front of the bed, at his feet were piles of rubble that were still billowing with dust, and further ahead, instead of marble corridors, not walls with oil paintings, but a swamp of black mud, this swamp glowing with water It stretched out to infinity in all directions, as if the whole world was suddenly covered by it, and Bouil, with his ruined room, was in the middle of the swamp.

"What's going on..." Bouyil whispered in horror, "What the hell is going on? Am I crazy? Could it be that I committed some crime..."

"Indeed," said a voice.

Boui quickly turned his head and found a man standing on the swamp behind him, his son-in-law—Anton Hostatov.

"An—Anton—"

"You still remember me," said the young man, "that's right, you were the one who prevented me from getting married to Renee, and you sent me to Bosnia to get rid of me, because I knew about your dirty business with Theoros -"

"No, no, I didn't know you were going to die there, I'm so sad—"

"Sad?" Anton sneered, "Didn't you toast with Theoros when you heard the news of my death? Didn't you fake tears when you wrote to Renee?"

"Oh, oh..." Boui began to twist his fingers.Anton noticed his movement and said, "Take good care of your fingers, because you will be grateful to me for reminding you when you are dying."

"What did you say...?" Bowai felt chills all over his body, as if someone had stuffed a large piece of ice into his chest.

"I said, you will die, just like me." As he said, Anton Hostatov straightened his body, and countless bullets that suddenly appeared from the air penetrated his skin, muscles, and bones, and exploded. Patches of blood darker than the red sky.He fell headfirst, slowly engulfed in the black swamp.

Looking at this terrible scene, Bouai immediately got goosebumps all over his body and trembled non-stop.

"Oh, God, God." He yelled in vain, "Get me out of this damn place!" But before he finished speaking, another person appeared at the place where Anton fell, and he was Mikhail. Robert Boiil, the father of L. Boiil, was haggard and had tears in his eyes. When he saw his son, the tears could not stop falling.

"Ah! my son!" His voice was like rubbing gravel. "Why are you here! How did you come to this field? Do my sins burden you, even though I have suffered so much? Redeem it?"

"Father! What you said—could it be that secret?!"

The old man nodded.

"Yes, that's where it all started. You'll see me die, and then you'll see why I died."

As soon as the last word was uttered, the old man's body began to twitch, his hands, feet and every joint in his body twisted abnormally, as if something was accumulating in his body, and then those joints were torn apart, white The bones sticking to the flesh and sticking out in strange shapes, this mixture of bones and muscles went deep into the swamp with his groans.

But before Bowai screamed, a person appeared again in that position. His skin and hair were all white, only his lips and pupils were bright red.

Bowai didn't know him, but guessed who he was.

Bernus Moratov knelt there, his violent breathing more like a sob, a bullet blasted past his left ear, and then, as if time had been suddenly slowed down, Bernus's The body and the splattered blood fluttered down, but this time the body was not swept away by the mud, but stood up again, turning into a huge white lion, its mane reflected the red color of the sky, fluttering like flames, It approached Bowai step by step, staring at him with blood red eyes.

"Forgive me, forgive me!" Bois backed away in horror, he felt a kind of fear and despair he had never experienced before, they were so cold, they cut him off from all warm, living human contact.He retreated to the edge of the swamp, and the white lion stood in front of him. With a roar that shook the earth, it opened its mouth wide open to him.