I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 148 Interlude
Since attending the mutual aid meeting, Linda feels much better than before.

Even though it was just a brief conversation, it brought comfort to her heart.

Today, she is sitting in her studio as usual, busy with miniature models.

"mom."

The boy's voice came from behind. Linda stopped what she was doing and turned around.

Peter was now leaning against the door frame, watching her.

"Today is Halloween Eve. My classmates and I have a party and need to go out. Can I borrow your car?"

Under Linda's gaze, the boy couldn't help but put his hands behind his back.

In his trouser pocket was a pipe for smoking some special herb.

"What to do? Take drugs, drink, and spend a whole night with them doing something crazy and meaningless?"

Linda's face showed anger.

"Don't be so nervous, Mom, it's just an ordinary party."

Peter looked away, still insisting on being stubborn.

Looking at her son like this, Linda finally lowered her head.

"Take Charlie with you and take care of your sister."

"Ok."

Peter immediately turned around to look for his sister, but he didn't notice the strange flash in Linda's eyes.

She has always felt guilty about her son.

When she was pregnant with Peter, she tried almost every possible way to have an abortion.

Linda has done everything a pregnant woman should not do, more than once.

Looking back now, she doesn't know why she did that.

But in the end, Peter was miraculously born safely without any congenital defects.

Perhaps because they talked too much about the past yesterday, Linda once again recalled her past behavior.

Out of pity, he agreed to Peter's request.

With Charlie around, at least he wouldn't play too crazy.

Linda comforted herself in this way and continued to work.

"Charlie!"

Peter called for his sister around the house.

Finally found her in the attic.

"Why are you staying here? Come on, I'll take you out to play. Today is Halloween."

Peter's tone was very excited.

In his arms, Charlie's androgynous face had no expression. He just stared at the attic and made a clicking sound.

Peter drove across the road and brought his sister to the big villa that his classmates had rented in advance.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of special burning tobacco hit me in the face.

The men and women in the villa hall were swaying their bodies to the loud music playing on the speakers.

In the dim environment, people's instinctive desires are magnified, and normal teenagers hug each other in pairs.

Peter led his sister across the hall's dance floor to the back.

Here, as expected, he met the girl he had a crush on.

"Charlie, eat your cake here, be good and don't run around, I'll come back to find you later."

Peter took just two steps and then turned back.

"Don't eat those with nuts, remember."

Charlie looked at the young man in front of him and nodded, as if he agreed to his instructions.

After seeing this, Peter left here with peace of mind.

Watching his brother's figure disappear in the dancing crowd, Charlie fixed his eyes on the party cake not far away.

The young people, chatting and talking, cut it open, revealing the kernels of different sizes in the middle.

She walked forward, took the knife and fork, cut a large piece, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Chew and swallow.

The allergens pass through the esophagus and throat, where the flesh and blood tissue immediately react and begin to swell.

But she did not look for her brother immediately. Instead, she used a discarded small beverage bottle to make a doll...

Only after completing the puppet did he stagger away in the direction Peter had left earlier.

At this time, Peter was smoking with the girl he liked, but when he turned around, he saw his sister, whose face was swollen and red, making a "ho ho" sound from her mouth and having difficulty breathing.

It's a nut allergy.

Peter immediately dropped what he was holding, went forward, picked up Charlie, and ran out of the villa at full speed.

"Charlie, hold on. I'm taking you to the hospital."

Putting his sister in the back seat, Peter started the car in a hurry. On the dim road, they were the only car driving.

"Ho...ho..."

Charlie in the back seat kept twisting his body in pain.

She opened the car window and stuck her face out, as if that was the only way she could breathe fresh air again.

Peter was driving, anxious.

The foot pressed the accelerator harder and harder, as if he wanted to break it.

The needle on the stopwatch gradually climbed up, and the car continued to speed up in the darkness.

next second...

"Crack!"

Charlie stretched his upper body out of the window and his head hit a lamppost, and his head and body were separated.

The body slid down the inside of the car door weakly...

A car speeding on the road suddenly braked.

Stop where you are.

"…Charlie…"

Peter in the driver's seat called out softly, but the car was dead silent and there was no response.

His eyes were dull and his facial muscles were trembling slightly.

Peter didn't dare look back. As long as he didn't look back... as long as he didn't look back...

As long as he doesn't look back...

Peter started the car again numbly and tremblingly put it into gear.

The car was not driving fast, but it ran through many red lights along the way.

He drove all the way home, walked up the stairs like a puppet, returned to his room, and wrapped his body and head in a blanket.

He just lay there without moving or blinking.

Outside the door, the voices of mother and father were faintly heard.

"Are you still going out so late?"

"I need to go to town to buy some paint. Is there anything you want me to pick up on the way?"

"We don't have enough detergent at home. Let's take some. And buy some sobering stuff. Peter must have come back drunk..."

……

Not long after, a heart-wrenching cry was heard.

Peter, lying on the bed with lifeless eyes, twitched all over as if he had been electrocuted.

He couldn't accept that he had killed his sister.

Emotions such as pain, self-blame, fear, and sadness are too strong and are isolated by the body's self-protection mechanism.

Peter's consciousness now seemed to be separated. He felt like he had created another personality, watching everything outside through a thick layer of glass.

He stood up and walked outside his parents' bedroom.

The mother cried and wailed as if she was vomiting out her own blood. She shouted “I want to die” over and over again, and the dull sound of her pounding her head on the ground could be heard continuously.

Her father tried to comfort her with a crying voice.

There was just a wall between them, but Peter could never take that step.

He is a sinner.

The criminal who killed his sister Charlie.

Peter came outside in a daze and saw a blue light.

Peter followed the blue light all the way to the pool outside.

His face was reflected in the clear water.

But he in the water showed a strange smile.

Peter subconsciously raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth.

no change.

He stared at himself in the water, then suddenly realized something and took several steps back in fear.

Suddenly, a voice came from a distance.

"Get out! Peter!"

In a trance, one voice seemed to turn into many.

"Get out! Peter!"

"Get out!"

As Peter shouted, he suddenly felt his body become very light, as if he would leave the ground in the next second and fly into the sky, towards an unknown place...

(End of this chapter)