"You are here, you are finally here, I have waited for you for a long time, you let me wait for you for twenty years."
The remaining sound is curling and echoing, as if from the top of a high mountain, as if from a deep valley in a deep gorge...
Jianguo's "Mao" looked left and right in horror, and watched all the corners and corners of the small house in Xiaolou...
No one, could it be said that this voice came from upstairs? Could it be that the voice came from the dark room underground? Could it be said that there are hidden grids in the walls of this mysterious building? But this voice sounds like it’s right in front of me...
Jianguo knocked on the four walls one by one with his hands, stomped the wooden floor one by one with his feet, looked up, and was about to go upstairs...
"No need to knock, no need to stamp, no need to find, no need to look, no one in this world can see me at all."
The person Jianguo can't see, the mysterious person who makes the mysterious voice that Jianguo can't see, seems to know all the actions and thoughts of Jianguo in invisibility. Just when Jianguo is about to step up the stairs, let Jianguo The creepy voice that sounded "hairy" came over again...
Although the old and mysterious voice is not loud, it is very penetrating, as if it had passed through the Great Wall from outside the wall and floated through the sky over thousands of miles. And it seems to be infused into every cell in Jianguo's body...
What's more peculiar is that after Jianguo heard it, he couldn't tell which direction and position the penetrating, squeaky sound came from...
Jianguo was a little at a loss, some at a loss, some indistinguishable between the enemy and me, and his full of doubts instantly turned into questioning...
"Who are you? Why wait for me? I can't see you, can you see me?"
Either the mysterious person was meditating, or did he disdain to answer such a naive question, Jianguo waited quietly for three minutes, but the mysterious voice did not come again...
"Hey, hello, hello, I said, old man, are you asleep?"
The restless Jianguo couldn't help it, so he asked blankly at the empty room.
"Old man? This is a good name... Sleep? I can't bear to sleep with your boy with me... I have to ask who I am. This question is really difficult to answer. For more than 50 years, no one has called me by name. I almost forget what I am called..."
"Others don't call you by name, what do they call you?"
Jianguo did not intend to interrupt this mysterious voice, but the mysterious voice said half of it and did not say it. The half of the mysterious voice suddenly softened, which made Jianguo feel relieved and made Jianguo bolder. …
It was an unbearable wait, but this time the waiting time for Jianguo was much shorter.
"Previous "chairpersons" have called me the old man red, and the previous prime ministers have called me general red...