It was the little boy I saw in the subway station!
He's changed since the first time I saw him.
Around the soul body, a layer of gray mist could be vaguely seen wrapping him together, and I could even see that her face had changed from pale to blue-purple.
Those innocent eyes were also covered by a layer of unknown material, and they looked gray without any light.
In the short period of seven days when I went on a trip, the boy's undead changed from being pure and flawless to what it is now, and I suddenly felt guilty.
I thought about him before, but in the end I didn't help him. Now seeing him still there, I feel very uncomfortable.
The pervert noticed that I had stopped, and his eyes fell on the side of the street lamp, and he looked over.
"Hua'er."
There are pedestrians coming and going around, and now I go up to talk to that little boy, will I be regarded as a mentally ill person
However, I knew that he must be asking for something from others, but I still ignored him and walked away. I really couldn't bear it.
Besides, I still have this child in my stomach, even though he hasn't been born yet, I still can't help but abandon him.
I was thinking quickly in my mind, thinking about how to get close to the little boy without being noticed.
The pervert seems to have seen my intention, just called my name, didn't say anything else, and stayed quietly by my side the whole time.
Suddenly, I came up with an excellent solution, and I was overjoyed!
I pretended to be a pedestrian who was about to rush to the subway station and walked towards the underground tunnel. When I was about to reach the stairs, I took out my mobile phone from my pocket and put it next to my ear, pretending that someone called me.
This scene was watched by the pervert, but I didn't notice the smile in his eyes.
"Hi, I'm outside."
As I spoke, I walked towards the street lamp, then leaned against the iron pole, and lowered my head.
In the eyes of other passers-by, I must have lowered my head before calling.
But the truth is...
"Kid, are you lost?"
The little boy didn't expect someone to talk to him at all. He raised his head and looked at me, but I still maintained the original posture.
As soon as he saw me talking to him, tears welled up in his bleary gray eyes, and he burst into tears!
"Sister! My mother is gone! My mother is gone! I want to find my mother!"
He rushed towards me while crying, I was about to stretch out a hand to hug him, but a red light bounced him away!
The little boy was shocked by the red light and fell back several steps, and fell to the ground. His tear-filled eyes were like a broken dam, and more tears flowed out.
I'm a little surprised! This situation is not within my own situation, and the voice of a pervert comes from the side.
"This is the light of the bracelet, it will protect you, the breath of this undead is already close to the evil spirit, the bracelet tacitly agrees that he is harmful to you, and helps you bounce him away."
"As expected, tomorrow I will completely lose my conscience and become a completely evil spirit."
When the pervert said this, I felt a chill in my heart. His tone was so calm, and what he said seemed to be completely trivial. For him, whether the child would become a demon or not had nothing to do with him.
But I was shaken by his pitiful expression.
"Seven days ago, I saw him in the subway station."
I looked at the pervert, feeling depressed: "At that time, his breath was still very pure, and it was not wrapped in gray mist."
"After I came back and got out of this subway station, I didn't go to him, I didn't help him."
Seeing me like this, the pervert flashed an unbearable look in his eyes, gently stroked my cheek with his big hand, and said softly, "Hua'er, it's not your fault."
"Why it's not my fault, I saw him, I knew he needed help, but I didn't help, I know it's not my responsibility, but I'm a human, a living person! I can't bear to see it !"
I couldn't help shouting, and a few pedestrians who passed by me cast strange glances at me, I quickly suppressed my emotions, if I didn't meet this child today, I would definitely not read it again he.
But the situation has changed, he is standing in front of me now, how can I let go, abandon him
When the little boy heard me say this, his crying gradually stopped. He stood up from the ground, wiped his face with his dirty hands, and looked at me innocently.
"Sister, can you help Mao Mao find her mother? I have no other request, I just want to go back to my mother. My mother and I got lost. I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find it."
I looked at him and nodded, "I'll help you."
"Hua'er..."
Just as the pervert was about to say something, I interrupted him with my eyes and calmed down my mood: "Stop talking, I will help him, whether you say I'm meddling in my own business or overflowing with sympathy, I think My heart is also made of flesh and blood, not stone, and if what you say is true, time is running out."
"This child's soul must have been stranded here because he couldn't find his mother. If we help him find his mother, we can catch him and send him to the underworld before he becomes a demon."
The pervert put his arms around my shoulders and squeezed: "I just want to tell you this."
I looked at him, his deep eyes were full of tenderness, his finger touched my nose, and his tone was so soft that my body went numb: "I will respect Hua'er's decision... if it's not too much. "
I couldn't help laughing when I heard that the pervert added a condition to his words at the end.
"If you can support me, I will have nothing to fear."
I lowered my head and asked the boy named Mao Mao: "Where is your home, do you know?"
Confusion and doubt appeared in Maomao's eyes. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I don't know, I just remember that my mother works here, and she brought me here before."
The memory of the soul is indeed like fragments, Maomao can't remember where his home is, only remembers the subway station.
His mother works here
Could it be the flight attendant? Or is it the ground crew
Instead of thinking this way, why not ask other ground staff, maybe you can get some information.
"Maomao, do you know your mother's name?"
Maomao immediately said, "Lin Miaomiao."
Good job, as long as you have a name, you should be able to find Mao Mao's mother immediately.
If Maomao remembers correctly this is mom's work unit, she will definitely be able to find it!
I trotted down the stone-brick stairs, and it was this evening, when the subway station began to jam up, and the radio kept playing.
"Now is the rush hour for commuting. Passengers, please take good care of your belongings, and don't look at your mobile phone when going up and down the stairs..."
The pervert followed closely behind me, and Mao Mao floated on my left side without falling. I passed through the crowd and walked towards a service desk.
Several aunts and aunts were surrounding the service desk, wondering what they were asking. I could see the good-looking boy from the subway station, with an impatient expression on his face, but still patiently explaining.
At first glance, it looks like it was made a big head by some difficult grandma and aunt.
I don't want to forcibly intervene in their conversation under such circumstances. Not only will I not be able to ask useful information, but it may also cause the staff member's resentment.
I stood at the service window, quietly waiting for him to deal with the problem.
After a while, a female ground attendant walked into the service desk, exchanged glances with the man, and helped him deal with those difficult passengers.
"Really, why can't I understand after explaining so many times?"
The little brother muttered a few words impatiently, sat back at the small window, and then noticed me.
With a tired smile on his face: "Is there anything we can do for you?"
I didn't bend the corner, and went straight to the point: "I'm here to find someone."
The little brother looked surprised, as if he didn't expect me to say that.
He smiled a little embarrassedly, and obviously misunderstood what I meant: "Miss, is someone lost?"
I shook my head: "I'm asking you a person, Lin Miaomiao, she should work on this platform, do you know her?"
really! I saw his face darken immediately, but he was a little agitated. He stood up from his seat, looked directly at me and said, "Are you Lin Miaomiao's family?"
"No, I'm not... But I know her son... Seeing you like this, something must have happened, can you tell me."
The little brother was like a deflated ball, slumped on the seat, covered his face with his hands, rubbed up and down, and then looked at me sadly.
"Lin Miaomiao is an old ground worker of ours. He has been conscientious in his work. He can be said to be our senior, but... hey, God is so unfair!"
He sighed, his tone full of pathos, and I felt that if he wasn't a man, he would definitely cry.
The tone is full of negative emotions, just listening to it makes people's heart throbbing.
"Her husband cheated on him and owed a huge debt. He ran away with a wild woman. The debt collector came to the door and said that if he didn't repay the debt, he would use the house to pay for it. Sister Miao Miao beat her daughter by herself so that her child would not sleep on the street. Got a few jobs."
I actually encountered this kind of plot that only exists in TV dramas. I heard it from a third party, and I felt very uncomfortable.
"Does Lin Miaomiao have any relatives?"
The little brother showed an expression uglier than crying: "Her family owes a whole lot of debt, who will get close to them, the most chilling thing is that no one will help, and some people say that even if they The mother and son sleep on the street, and they won't take them in, what a devil!"
I got a general understanding of the situation, and I couldn't help but feel sad for Mao Mao.
"What about Lin Miaomiao, where is she now?"
When the little brother said this, he finally couldn't help it anymore, tears filled his eyes, and slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
My heart trembled, and a bad premonition hit my heart.
"She suffered a cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork and is still in the hospital."
With a bang, I felt that the world collapsed. This is not my world, but Mao Mao's world. I saw that his world was rapidly turning gray and white, and a kind of black and white symbolizing death gradually emerged.