Su Qingyu avoided the blood and continued to knock on the door of 701.
The depressed woman opened the door, half of her head stuck in the crack. When she saw Su Qingyu, she opened her mouth in surprise: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I came to see you."
The woman looked behind Su Qingyu in confusion and said in horror: "No, where are your two friends
When you came here just now, there was a man and a woman behind you. How come you are alone now?"
Su Qingyu said casually: "My friend had something to do and didn't come with you."
The woman started to panic: "Then hurry up and leave! You can't stay here!
It's dangerous here, he can find you at any time!
Don't come to the seventh floor alone, or you will be found by him and you won't be able to escape."
Who is he? Su Qingyu was confused, but she needed to hurry and couldn't ask more questions.
Seeing that the woman was about to close the door again, Su Qingyu stuck the mineral water bottle in the crack of the door and smiled slightly with curved eyebrows: "Miss, don't rush to close the door.
Your son says you played hide-and-seek with him and asked him to hide and count to 1,000.
He has counted from 1 to 1000, just waiting for you to find him.
He is hiding somewhere easy to find, I hope you can take him home."
When the woman heard this, she stopped closing the door, covered her mouth with her hands, and two lines of hot tears slid down her eyes and dripped from her pointed chin.
Those falling tears are a mother's broken heart.
"How did you know I was playing hide-and-seek with my son?" The woman wiped her tears, trying to hide her gaffe.
Su Qingyu saw that one of the woman's arms was wrapped in a bandage, and the other arm was full of pits and holes, as if pieces of flesh had been cut off by a knife.
Some of the bloodstains had dried up, leaving dark, sunken scars.
Some of the wounds were still oozing new blood, adding new wounds to the old ones. No wonder the woman looked so haggard and pale.
"Your son told me that he is waiting for you to take him home."
When the woman heard this, she burst into tears and her hands trembled a little: "My poor child, you cannot rest in peace.
Girl, please go away and don't stay on this floor too long.
Tie one end of this red rope around my son's wrist, throw the remaining end upstairs, and tell him that his mother will pick him up and take him home. "
The red cotton thread was stuffed into Su Qingyu's palm. The sun had already set at this time. Su Qingyu had already identified the direction. She entered the safe passage and went down without waiting for Wen Xuecha.
It was too dangerous to stay on the seventh floor alone, so she decided to spend the night on the sixth floor.
When going downstairs, she hung a pink rubber band on the handle of the fire door in the correct emergency passage. If Wen Xuecha saw it, the rubber band would help her show the way.
At the corner of the stairs, the little boy in the yellow hat was banging his head against the wall, counting a number with each bang.
"650, 649..."
As if he had lost his soul, he was counting numbers mechanically.
Su Qingyu came behind the boy in the yellow hat. He didn't turn around, but just said faintly: "Sister, why are you alone?"
Unlike the previous two times, the little boy in the yellow hat did not ask about his mother at the beginning.
Affected by the number of people, the copy began to change.