Chapter 1526

When he was a child, Lin Sanjiu was afraid to look under his bed for a while. No matter when, it is always dark under the bed, swallowing all the light thrown in. Mother casually stuffed several bags of sundries and old clothes under the bed. The mouth of the bag was always open and full of ash. One night, she summoned up her courage and lay on the bed, looking under the bed by the light of the table.

The bottom of the bed was dark, and a red turtleneck sweater slowly poked out of the bag. The long collar was like a neck winding out of the darkness, soft on the ground.

She doesn't remember what happened later. At that time, after all, she was still young. Now think about it, children's memories are always strange, thinking that they see nothing strange.

Only after many years, now when Lin Sanjiu really got under the bed, the faint uneasiness in his heart as a child actually lived again. Consciousness is gone, pure touch doesn't work much, and it's so dark that it can't even shine around; She seems to have returned to her unarmed and helpless childhood.

Lin Sanjiu crawled for a while, paused, and stretched his arm to feel the darkness ahead.

She was a little worried that she would touch a face, a sweater neck, a body, or some other strange thing; Fortunately, there is only a dry cement field in the darkness ahead.

Nothing is empty.

With a slight breath, she crawled forward again.

Elbows, knees, lead the body forward a little bit in the rustling sound. The actions are mechanized and can be completed without much thought. After climbing in the dark for a while, Lin Sanjiu's heart became colder and colder.

... she has climbed for a full minute.

One minute is actually a long time. Even if it's a big bed, one minute should be enough for her to climb out, not to mention that it's obviously just an ordinary double bed.

Lin Sanjiu looked back and found that the entrance where she climbed in was covered with a layer of dark light, shrinking into a small light spot in the distance, which looked like she had entered a tunnel.

Is the area of this bed, like other furniture, going to increase indefinitely?

She lay on the ground and gently raised her hand to touch the top of her head. It was still the texture of the wooden bed.

Do you want to take it?

After hesitating for a while, she still didn't launch [flat world]. After all, this is not an ordinary piece of furniture... After thinking for a while, she finally stopped moving forward. The darkness ahead is getting deeper and deeper, and it looks like there is no end. Like a spider, she reluctantly turned around and crawled out again towards the entrance when she came.

Listening to the loud "rustle" friction sound in the silence, she looked out from a narrow space under the bed and found that the high tea table and the foot of the wardrobe she had just passed were gradually approaching in the hazy night, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the distance of the exit did not increase infinitely, otherwise she might really be trapped under this bed.

When Lin Sanjiu finally came to the bedside, she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, stopped and looked out with her head down. She can't rush out rashly. She has to have a look first——

She suddenly felt that her bones were frozen.

She had stopped climbing, but the "rustling" sound of the cloth rubbing the surface did not stop, and was still ringing in her ear.

Lin Sanjiu's blood almost poured into his brain, and he suddenly twisted his head. He thought he would see a face around him - but there was only darkness in his eyes, and even the air flow seemed to have no fluctuation.

The "rustle" suddenly stopped.

Her mind was blank and she didn't think about anything. She suddenly called out a bath towel and waved a semicircle around her - to her surprise, the bath towel didn't hit anything in the dark, and fell to the ground with a "snap" sound.

There seemed to be nothing in the darkness around her.

But the voice just now was really close to her... A hot, breathing faint breath blew on her head.

Lin Sanjiu slowly raised his head, and just in the gap between the boards, he put a white eye.

When she was crawling under the bed just now, did someone follow her on the bed board all the time?

Lin Sanjiu couldn't think about it at all - her back was tightly attached to the concrete floor, and she didn't dare to climb out of the bed close by; With a fierce flick of [tornado whip], a whirlwind was hit at the white eye ball clinging to her head.

The roaring wind immediately broke the bed board, and at the same time, a scream was raised in the sound of a piece of wood splashing. The darkness lighter than the bottom of the bed was finally caged again, and a burst of cool air with a musty smell came to her face. She immediately jumped up and shouted, "who is it!"

"No, no -"

A thin, thin voice screamed. A small shadow screamed and was about to get into the middle of the next pile of tables, but it knocked the whole pile of tables to the ground with a "bang", and the aftersound echoed in the night.

"Ah," the surprisingly small shadow was hit directly, buried under the table, and kicked his legs vigorously, "don't, don't come here..."

Seeing this man so afraid of himself, Lin Sanjiu was much more relaxed. She looked around and saw that the Supreme God seemed to have no sign of appearing. She rushed over with a few steps and grabbed the man's feet. She has never held such a thin ankle, and the two ankles together may not be as thick as a pair of chopsticks; The bone directly hit the palm of her hand, making her shiver all over for no reason.

"Come out! Who are you?"

"Don't, don't touch me," the man screamed again, his voice was thin, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women. Lin Sanjiu pulled him out hard, but he almost jumped; Even in the dark and hazy night, she was startled by the man's appearance.

The huge head is supported by a thin neck, and the trunk and limbs are as thin as firewood sticks; I don't know if it's because he hasn't seen the sun all year round, and his skin is suffused with a kind of dead man's white - if it weren't for this white method, Lin Sanjiu would think he saw a hungry African child.

He looks only five or six years old, bent, and his bones have been deformed. He stared at a pair of eyes that were more white and less black, and shouted intermittently, "don't kill me... Pain, pain..."

Lin Sanjiu slightly loosened his ankle, frowned and asked again, "who are you?"

"I, I," he seemed so frightened that he wanted to cry but couldn't cry, "my mother called me little Pipan..."

Lin Sanjiu is stunned.

"How old are you?"

"I... don't know..." he hissed and shivered all over. "My mother said I was five years old... But she disappeared later..."

"How long has your mother been gone?"

"It's been a long time..." speaking of this, the boy suddenly had a meal. His eyes were so bulging that they couldn't even shine. He only cried heavily: "Mom... She... Gone."

"How did you get here?" Lin Sanjiu didn't have the heart to continue to hold the child's ankle. She held back her heart and picked up the skinny boy. She dared not delay in place, and led him quickly through the debris of the bed - which now looked like a pile of normal sized debris - around a table and squeezed into the middle of two cabinets.

"Mom brought me here," the little preserved egg seemed to be less afraid, and his voice suddenly lowered as if he was dying. "Fire is everywhere in my house and on the street... Mom told me that we could leave the fire when I was five years old. Then we came here."

The child spoke clearly and methodically. Lin Sanjiu asked a few words, and finally straightened out the context. After the end of his original world, his mother has been struggling with him to survive. After 14 months, she was lucky to get two visas, so she took her children to the Olympics.

As a result, this place finally became the burial place of that mother.

She spent an unknown amount of time with her son, who was left in the furniture cemetery made by the Supreme God, wandering day and night. It seems that it has been several years now. He did not threaten anyone, and no one was interested in killing him, so he saved his life; Just look at his appearance. If he didn't meet Lin Sanjiu, his life wouldn't be saved for a long time.

"What do you eat? Is there water here?" When Lin Sanjiu asked, he had pinched the card of [a piece of instant noodles before leaving] in his hand.

"I haven't eaten it for a long time..." the little preserved egg said weakly, "sometimes when I follow people like you, they will give me something to eat... Sometimes I eat some cotton and wood..."

In the life-threatening Olympics, there are not many people willing to give him kindness - otherwise he would not be so hungry. Thinking that he almost raised his hand to kill the child just now, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help feeling guilty; She was not good at children, so she simply took food as a way to compensate him. She not only gave him a bowl of hot noodles, but also took out a lot of dry food, put a bag, and let the small preserved eggs carry on her body. The child was crying while eating noodles just now, and he didn't know how much he had suffered.

"You must not eat more today," she was afraid that the little preserved egg could not control herself. "Eat another meal tomorrow, do you hear?"

The little boy nodded and worried that his head would fall off.

Seeing that he was more energetic, Lin Sanjiu looked around. The silver light of [ability Polish] in the distance was so weak that it was almost invisible. In just a few minutes, it was far away from her. Looking around, she seems to have become another little egg lost in the furniture cemetery.

"Let me ask you something," Lin Sanjiu never learned the gentle and coaxing tone of children, and asked forcefully, "have you seen anyone except me tonight?"

Little Pipan nodded again.

Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up: "what kind of person? Where did he go?"

"One, one dressed in black," said the little pidan as he recalled, "his body was wrapped in white cloth, and there was blood on the cloth... His clothes were creaking."