"Will the child still go crazy?" Xia Qiao asked fearfully.
"It's fine after tonight." Wen Shi said.
"Oh." Xia Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Xie Wen added: "Wait until tomorrow to stimulate him again, it will be another crazy method."
Xia Qiao: "..."
He slapped the frame when he smelled it.
Mianmian was boring to beat people, Xie Wen smiled instead of being annoyed, and said, "Are some people too fierce?"
Some people pretended not to say anything.
There are no windows in the utility room, and spending a little time in it will confuse the time.
Xia Qiao was too scared to close his eyes, but when he smelled it, he leaned against the cabinet and said, "I'll sleep for a while."
In order to prevent the annoying Xie Wen from breaking into eight petals, he reluctantly found a safe position, closed his eyes and patted the frame and said, "Be honest."
Xie Wen readily agreed, and after a while he suddenly said, "Your stomach is growling, are you hungry?"
The doll said coldly, "Shut up."
Xie Wen smiled and said, "Okay."
Then really quiet down.
After a long time, the sky finally dawned.
It was still dark in the utility room, but the footsteps outside told them that the grandfather and grandson had already woken up.
Wen Shi was thinking about the locked drawer downstairs and wanted to go out and have a look. Afraid of encountering new dangers, he did not bring Xiaqiao and let him wait in the utility room.
Originally, he didn't even want to take Xie Wen with him, but Xie Wen said, "I don't occupy any space, and I can still keep watch, really don't think about it?"
So I thought about it when I smelled it... I tucked the mirror into the deepest part of the cabinet.
Xie asked: "… "
"Who made you break easily? If you were a doll, I'd take you." Wen Shi finished calmly, opened the door and slipped out.
He is still more used to doing these things alone, and he has fewer worries.
Although the cages are all false, there have also been many cases where the judge failed to remove the evil, but instead put his life into it.
He didn't want to risk the lives of Xia Qiao and Xie Wen.
***
The house is still old-fashioned windows, light in general. It was always cloudy outside, and it was dark inside.
He hid in the corner when he smelled, and saw the old man go upstairs slowly.
The chandelier that fell last night was gone, and there was a dark gap in the ceiling.
The hallway on the second floor was littered with the stumps of the dolls, the torn heads rolled to the ground, and cotton wool overflowed from their necks.
The glass bead-like eyes were pulled off and rolled to the ground. Some were wide open, staring unblinkingly at the roof.
The old man took out a black garbage bag from his pocket, shook it open, and picked up the heads and hands and feet without a word.
The little boy stood in the shadow of the backlight, watching him motionless.
After a while, he whispered, "I'm sorry."
The old man was silent.
He repeated, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry grandpa."
The old man sighed softly, straightened his body with difficulty, and asked him, "Aren't these your favorite dolls? Why are they broken again."
The little boy's tone was still flat: "Because I'm afraid."
When smelling: "… "
What are you saying again
If Xia Qiao heard this, he could collapse on the spot.
I thought to myself when I smelled it.
And the little boy is still explaining: "They always look at me, I am afraid."
"So you took their eyes off again?" the old man asked.
"Um."
When I smelled it, I remembered the missing eyes of the Chinese dolls in the cupboard, and understood the old man's "you". This kind of thing, I am afraid the little boy has done it several times.
The old man sighed, and his voice was soft, making the house even more gloomy.
The little boy said suddenly, "They are alive."
The old man looked at him.
Little boy: "They will all live."
Old man: "No. Remember what I taught you before? As long as you wear the thread on your chest, you won't be able to live."
The little boy picked up the stump of the doll on the ground, and said terrifyingly: "Remember, so I tore them all up. These chests have buttons and corsages, but some don't."
The old man didn't know how to make him understand, so he had to say, "This kind of doll is different."
The little boy asked, "What's the difference?"
The old man shook his head, reduced the remaining stumps, and put them in a garbage bag to tie the mouth. Then ask: "Why do you always think the doll will live?"
The little boy stopped talking.
The old man softened his tone again, coaxing him like he was joking: "Even if it is real, it would be nice to have a child to play with."
"Not good." The little boy shook his head immediately.
"Why?" the old man asked.
"Then you don't want me anymore."
"No, how could it be." The old man was stunned for a long time, and then he said slowly, "Grandpa won't want you."
He frowned slightly when he heard it.
But he didn't delay much here. Taking advantage of the old man sweeping the lint all over the floor, he slipped downstairs under the cover of the garbage bag.
"You finally came down." Xie Wen's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and he was startled when he heard it.
He just remembered that there was a full-length mirror at the door of the old man's bedroom, and Xie Wen could go back and forth between the mirrors freely.
"Is it fun up there?" The blurred figure in the mirror glanced upstairs, "I thought you were going to come down hand in hand with that old and young man."
"Go away." Wen Shi said.
If this happened in the past, he didn't bother to explain one more sentence. But maybe Xie Wen's joking tone was too obvious. He raised his feet and added: "I'll listen to what the situation is. You have to do the same if you want to cage yourself."
Unexpectedly, Xie asked "uh" and said, "I really don't listen very much."
He paused for a while, and then said softly: "But I haven't entered the cage a few times at my level. Just to mention a word, it's inevitable to be soft-hearted after listening to it, so it's better not to ask."
Listen to the tone of this elder teaching the younger generation.
Wen Shi looked at him blankly and said, "Oh."
Xie Wen was laughed at by his tone: "What's wrong?"
Hearing: "Those who don't know think that you are not dusty."
With a grim face, the doll stepped into the bedroom and closed the door with her backhand.
The tall figure in the mirror leaned against the frame for a while, then laughed and said in a low voice, "It's wicked."
***
The old man's bedroom was almost the same as last night, except that there was a mirror missing on the bedside table. It stands to reason that this kind of change will arouse the vigilance of the cage owner, but looking at the appearance of the old man just now, it does not seem to be aggressive.
Perhaps he was attracted by the mess on the second floor, and temporarily ignored the mirror.
There is still a lock on the drawer of the desk, and the traces of being pried last night have disappeared, indicating that the cage owner has a strong will to protect this place.
When you smell it, try sticking out a thread and sticking it into the keyhole.
The cotton thread seemed to be alive, making a light click in the keyhole.
He held his breath and waited for a while, and suddenly felt that in the corner of his vision, something was lying on the window frame, staring here.
He looked up and saw that the window frame was empty and nothing.
He lowered his eyes when he heard it.
The length of the doll's eyelashes is inhuman, and it blocks his vision a bit, so that when he blinks, he feels as if a shadow has flashed past.
The moment the lock was released, the feeling of being watched came again.
When I smelled it, I looked up again, the window frame was still empty, only the curtains swayed gently in the suffocating wind in the early summer.
It is inevitable that there will be interference in unlocking, and it is not the first time.
He simply ignored the window frame, pulled the lock, opened the drawer as quickly as possible, and fished out a thick file bag inside.
Then turn around and leave.
The doll is a cotton body, and it is very uncomfortable to run with this thing top-heavy.
Wen Shi ran to the door and was about to open it, but suddenly raised his eyes.
He saw the old-fashioned metal doorknob showing the doll's face, and behind him, a man with long hair stretched his neck straight, his lips curled in a strange arc.
When smelling: "… "
What should come is still coming.
He instantly gave up the idea of opening the door, and immediately turned to his side, grabbed the document bag and got out through the crack of the door.
The moment he turned sideways, he saw the appearance of those things behind him.
In addition to the forest-white face with its long neck stretched out, there are also hands and feet that are scattered all over the place, like a hundred-legged spider lying on the ground.
He didn't say a word when he heard it, he just kicked his foot.
The bedroom door was knocked back by him, and with a "bang", it hit the front of the human face and helped him stop a "person" who was chasing.
Not knowing what material the face was made of, the door bounced twice.
When he smelled it, he pulled his legs and went upstairs. When he was going up the stairs, he heard a rustling sound behind him, and he could tell from the sound that it was Xie Wen who knocked down the full-length mirror and stopped him again.
The room that was always dead suddenly became lively, and the glass windows everywhere made a "bang" and "bang" sound, gurgling and trembling.
When I smelled it out of the corner of the eye, I swept over, and it was all faces hitting the window.
Seeing that the window glass on the side of the stairs was cracked, he threw the rope with a flick of his wrist when he smelled it. At the moment when the face broke through the window, a noose grabbed his neck like a noose.
"Brother Wen!" Xia Qiao called from behind and opened the door of the utility room.
When he smelled it, he slid the file bag over with his backhand, then slapped the face and threw it out.
human face:"… "
The thing hit the ground and made a muffled sound, and without looking at it, he slid into the utility room and slammed the door.
He pulled two more threads from himself, then grabbed the thread ends on Xia Qiao's skirt, and scolded: "This broken hand doesn't even have a finger, just chop it off!"
While still bending his wrist, he wrapped the rope around the doorknob.
The doll's hands are stupid enough for him. But in Xia Qiao's eyes, it was still unexpectedly flexible.
… just kind of funny.
I don't know what kind of formation Wen Shi tied with rope, anyway, the door was hammered for a long time and could not be opened.
The only regret is that he forgot to break the thread on Xiaqiao's skirt, so that when the formation was ready, when he pulled the other end, Xiaqiao was hanged upside down at the door lock, and his feet rushed up. swaying.
"Brother..." Xia Qiao rushed down, very aggrieved.
"I'm sorry." Wen Shi got him down with a sullen face.
Xie Wen in the mirror laughed for a long time.
"What are those things outside the door?" Xia Qiao landed on the ground with a puff, patted the dust on her skirt, and was still terrified just thinking about it.
When smelling it, he recalled and said, "Those dolls that were torn apart by children."
"Ah? But I see blood on the heads of those people, they don't look like dolls? Is it possible that they are alive?"
"The things in the cage are originally related to the consciousness of the cage owner." Wen Shi said as he untied the rope on the file bag, "It's not according to common sense."
The things outside were still banging tirelessly, and the trembling sound of the door panel made people tremble.
When smelling, he fumbled around the wall and found the switch in the utility room.
An old-fashioned light bulb that had been out of use for a long time was lit up, with a bit of a bad connection and a flickering filament.
Taking advantage of this dim light, I took out the contents of the file bag when I smelled it.
It was a thick leather notebook with many loose pages and photos in it, probably a diary and a note, mixed together.
However, the photos were all blurry, and the faces were not clearly visible. The handwriting in the book was also blurred, as if it had been soaked in water and the ink had melted away.
"Why?" Xia Qiao was stunned.
"It's also a kind of protection for the cage owner." Xie Wen said with the mirror propped beside him.
"Can this still be seen?"
"I can see a little." It was not the first time that Wen Shi had encountered such a thing.
He took out the first piece of paper in the book, and narrowed his eyes to read the writing on it—
"200... I don't know how many years, I raised a child for three years... I can't see the latter part clearly, it must have died of illness."
"At the end of this summer, I found a small thing outside the Ginkgo Alley."
I call it the little thing because it is not an ordinary child. He was wearing clothes from somewhere, tattered like a little beggar, with a birthmark on his chest.
Some old craftsmen will know what this seal means.
There was an old saying in the past, but it may no longer be found now - Mu Tongzi's finishing touch is called puppet.
This little thing is a puppet.