Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai stood at the door, their hearts like being run over by a thorny wheel and shattered into pieces, dripping with blood.
It wasn't them who got slapped, but they would rather, it was them.
Snapped.
Snapped.
Snapped…
The frequency of the slaps gradually slowed down, the figure seemed to be in urgent pain, the body trembled more and more, and each time it was slapped down, it took longer than the last time he hesitated.
The voice of "I was wrong" also began to fade.
Finally, he stopped completely, raised his head slightly tremblingly, and looked at the void in front of him, as if there was an invisible monitor standing there.
Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai also involuntarily looked towards the void.
At this moment, in the emptiness that was originally nothing, a dark shadow suddenly slowly condensed. The figure of the shadow looked like an adult man, tall and majestic.
The moonlight outlined the outline of his profile, and Kuang Jinxin shivered subconsciously.
It's Chi Yingxue's father, even if it's just a silhouette, he recognizes it!
Black Shadow tilted his head to look at the thin figure, and suddenly raised his hand in the next second.
The child's figure suddenly shook, and he slapped himself again: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
The crackling applause was denser and more forceful than before. His fear outweighed the hesitation. The slap he slapped was not so much a reflection, but a pleading, begging the other party not to do it himself, he could do it himself. Really, yes.
Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai couldn't bear it any more. In their eyes, the two figures at the moment were not illusory, but real people! Everything in front of me is so alive and bloody!
The two rushed into the room, Kuang Jinxin went straight to the thin figure, and Qian Ai yelled at the tall man's profile: "You are a fucking beast—"
With this curse, the money dart came out sharply, attacking the tall shadow faster than Qian Ai, like a sharp knife!
The shadow couldn't dodge in time, and the money dart hit him right in front of him!
At the moment of being hit, the black shadow disappeared silently, the money dart penetrated the scattered dust, and with a "dong" sound, it was nailed to the floor tile.
Beside him, Kuang Jinxin has already held the thin figure in his arms.
Like the previous room, he still couldn't see the face of the little black shadow, and he couldn't even touch his body. He hugged him like a soft, cool mist, he knew he was there, but he couldn't force, and as soon as he did, he hugged himself.
Just ringing gently like this, the little black shadow stopped to slap himself, but he still muttered: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Kuang Jinxin interrupted him: "You're right, you're not wrong..."
His eyes were sore, and his throat was sore, and he had to exercise great restraint to keep his voice in tune.
"I was wrong… "
"you are right."
"I was wrong… "
"you are right!"
The conversation repeats meaninglessly, like a ball moving at a constant speed on a straight with zero friction, never stopping, never ending.
Qian Ai wanted to stop it, but seeing the rare stubbornness in Kuang Jinxin's eyes, he said "Don't waste your energy", and swallowed it back.
After an unknown amount of time, the mechanical dialogue may have been repeated hundreds or thousands of times, and the small ball, which was moving forward by inertia, finally stopped.
"I am right?"
The little black shadow raised his head, hesitating, hesitating, and his voice trembled. It was the last spark of hope that had turned into ashes.
"You're right." Kuang Jinxin repeated the thousand and one times, and the thousand and one was firm.
Qian Ai squatted down and said without hesitation, "It's that bastard who is wrong! He doesn't deserve to be a father at all! Bah, he's not even qualified to be a human!"
The familiar goose-yellow halo lit up in the room.
The dark shadow in Kuang Jinxin's arms dissipated, scattered in the flickering candlelight, and scattered in the gradually warm air.
Qian Ai was puzzled. This situation had already happened twice. As soon as the candle came, the little shadow disappeared. But he has no time to ponder the deep meaning now. No one knows when the candle will go out.
Seeing that Jin Xin was still squatting on the ground, maintaining a hugging posture in a daze, Qian Ai patted him on the shoulder: "Don't stand still, it's business as usual, you look for the wall, I look for the ceiling and floor tiles."
Kuang Jinxin stood up silently. He hadn't recovered from the previous discomfort, but knowing the priorities, he still walked quietly to the wall and quickly searched for it.
Qian Ai sighed and stopped talking deliberately.
Not to mention Kuang Jinxin, his heart is so blocked now that he wants to scold people when he opens his mouth, and wants to give that beast a stick when he raises his hand.
The silent badge search came to an end quickly, and like the previous room, nothing was gained.
Heaven, Earth, People, and.
Now only [and] the word room is left.
Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai stood in front of the door of the last room, looking up at the wooden sign engraved with [and], feeling particularly ironic.
and.
This house, this darkroom, where is there "harmony"
All they see is pain, fear, coldness.
Raising his hand to touch the door panel, Qian Ai hesitated for the first time. He didn't know what else to see inside. This uncertainty made him panic.
Turning to look at Jin Xin, he smiled wryly, trying to use ridicule to dilute some anxiety: "I seem to have a psychological shadow on the door..."
Kuang Jinxin didn't hesitate at all: "Brother Qian, if there is still that big black shadow inside the door, just use the money dart to clean him up."
Qian Ai looked back at the bursting classmate Kuang, and hesitated for a while: "What if the shadow is a good person this time?"
"Impossible." Kuang Jinxin was decisive.
The sound of "I was wrong" echoed in his ears again, and Qian Ai's eyes sank: "Okay, listen to you."
"Squeak-"
The door panel swung open.
A smell of spoiled food hit the nostrils, making people instantly nauseated.
The two partners covered their mouths and noses together and looked inside the house.
This time, there was no one in the center of the room.
The thin, thin figure was shrunk in the corner, holding a large bowl of food that could not be seen clearly, and was slamming it into his mouth, as if it was a delicacy from the mountains and seas.
But Qian Ai and Kuang Jinxin could only smell the sour and foul smell of spoiled food, like swill pulled away by carts at the back door of a restaurant.
The figure was skinny and skinny, smaller and weaker than the shadows in the first two rooms, especially when he was still huddled in the corner. Hungry and skinny.
"I can't do it anymore, I can't see this," Qian Ai turned his head away and sniffed hard, "This is fake, right?" …”
He kept talking, but the more he spoke, the stronger the feeling of affirmation in his heart.
This is Chi Yingxue.
Childhood trauma, psychological shadows, dual personalities—even someone like him who has only seen multiple personality cases in TV shows can easily follow a logical chain.
"Why..." He didn't know how many times he asked. In his limited brain, he couldn't think of any reason why a child could be treated so cruelly.
"No matter why, he deserves to die." Kuang Jinxin stared at the black shadow in the corner. For the first time, from his heart to the bottom of his eyes, it was cold.
There is no reason why a child could be abused like this.
The person who started it should be thrown into ashes.
This was the most extreme moment in Kuang Jinxin's life. He couldn't control his anger, and even for a moment, killing intent flashed in his heart.
Fortunately, there was no more dark shadow of the adult in the room, and nothing further stimulated his emotions.
After taking several deep breaths in a row, he finally suppressed those messy thoughts, raised his arm, and opened the stationery box...
[Owl: Someone used on you~~]
Qian Ai didn't hear the prompt, and only saw a huge cake with the fragrance of oranges suddenly appear on the ceiling of the room. The next second, the cake slammed to the ground, and it didn't break, only the soft cake embryo carried the cream on it. It trembled, then steadied.
The cake was made of cheese chiffon cake, with marmalade and cream sandwiched in the middle layer. There was a little gingerbread man on the cake, and orange soda candies as high as a hill were piled in front of it.
Qian Ai didn't want to observe so carefully, it was really a professional instinct, but after the observation was over, his saliva was drooling three feet, and suddenly he reacted to something that surprised him even more - how can Jin Xin still control the taste of the cake? !
The last time Hades used "Romantic Afternoon Tea", he was there. At that time, the scene can only be described as "a mess". You can't predict what will fall from the sky. The next second is flooded with cream. Die, or burn to death by coffee.
Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly heard the sound of the rice bowl falling to the ground and the shards shattering.
Qian Ai followed the sound to look, and saw the little black figure staggeringly stood up, not caring about the broken rice bowl, and approaching the cake little by little.
He limped as if he was injured, but the straight route betrayed his desire.
Finally, he came to the cake, but he didn't stretch out his hand, just stood there, inhaling deeply, mouth after mouth, as if just smelling the smell was enough to be happy.
Kuang Jinxin took half a step across the threshold, and the little black shadow suddenly shrank back.
He retracted his feet again, squatted down at the door, and looked at the little black shadow: "Please eat."
The little black shadow hesitated for a while, but finally failed to resist the temptation, stretched out his fingers to hook some marmalade, put it in his mouth and licked it.
His height is just right against the marmalade, and he wants to eat cream, and he has to jump.
"Please eat." Kuang Jinxin repeated it again, as if encouraging, "After eating, there is more, how much, how much, what flavor, what flavor."
The little black shadow turned to look.
In the dark night, nothing could be seen clearly, but Jin Xin felt that he had seen it.
He saw the little Chi Yingxue, carved in pink and jade, as beautiful as a milk doll.
The little black shadow turned to look at the cake again, and suddenly jumped up in the next second, holding a large piece of cake dipped in cream, and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.
Qian Ai squatted down next to Kuang Jinxin. Like his teammates, he kept a safe distance for Little Black Shadow, quietly watching him feast.
They all devoured it, but at this moment, only the sweet smell of cake was left in the house. The previous sour food tasted like a guilty conscience who could not see the light, fled and disappeared without a trace.
"Actually, these cakes were originally meant to be eaten by Daxue," said Kuang Jinxin to the little black shadow with a smile, in a very soft voice, with the innocence and tenderness of coaxing children, "You may not know Daxue, he is a very Stupid guy..."
He was talking to himself, and he didn't care whether the little black shadow ignored it, as if he just wanted to say, he didn't really need someone to listen: "I promise him that the next time I enter the owl, I will give him a 'romantic afternoon tea', But I'm not talking about credit..."
"I actually just wanted to see if he would come and ask me if I didn't take the initiative to mention it. I know he definitely remembered it..."
"But he just doesn't open his mouth, he clearly remembers to die..."
"This time it's good, he doesn't want to eat anymore..."
"If he can't help it in the future and really asks, I'll tell Xiaoxue to eat it, okay?"
Qian Ai listened, and the more he listened, the more spirited he became. He never knew that there was such a small episode between the two teammates. No, what surprised him even more was that when Kuang Jinxin had bad intentions, he could even figure out how much Chi Yingxue was hurt.
But he still stood by Kuang Jinxin without hesitation. The awkward character of classmate Chi Yingxue needs to be beaten at the right time, and then condone, it is easy to slide into the dangerous abyss...
"belch-"
The little black shadow suddenly hiccupped.
Qian Ai regained his senses, only to realize that nearly one-third of the cake had been eaten, and the little black shadow's belly was round when viewed from the side.
I was hesitating whether to discourage me. After all, a hungry meal is not good for my health. Overeating is just as undesirable as being hungry.
The little black shadow suddenly hiccupped again.
Then a candle was lit in the corner.
The candlelight illuminated the room, and the dark shadows dissipated, leaving only one-third of the cake that was eaten, still exuding a rich orange fragrance.
Kuang Jinxin closed his eyes and lifted the stationery effect.
The cake slowly disappeared, and the house returned to an unobstructed emptiness.
"What does this candle mean?" Qian Ai wanted to ask for a long time, "Why does the shadow disappear when the candle comes?"
Kuang Jinxin looked at the candle, frowned for a long time, and finally stretched out: "If there is light, you will not be afraid of darkness."
Behind the candles, at the joints of the wall and floor tiles, there are lights shining like stars.
Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai looked at each other, and immediately got up in the next second and rushed over!
The wind swayed the candle, and in the warmth of the shaking, the sound finally came—
[Owl: Congratulations on finding a 9/23 hell badge!]
Just as the sound in their ears disappeared, they suddenly smelled an orange smell, which was completely different from Kuang Jinxin's previous cake, more refreshing and more jumpy, just like a glass of iced orange soda in summer!
"Chi Yingxue!" Kuang Jinxin said loudly, and ran out of the house quickly.
Qian Ai was half a beat, and hurriedly followed, but his mind was dazed: "What is Chi Yingxue—"
"This taste is Chi Yingxue, he likes orange soda the most!" Kuang Jinxin is almost certain now, it's this vague taste that led him all the way here, whether it's subjective or unconscious, it's true It was indeed Chi Yingxue who was leading the way!
Where's the orange soda? This smell is clearly similar to the smell he woke up in the front yard from a coma. Could it be that Chi Yingxue was also by his side at that time? Or has another meaning
Depend on!
Qian Ai gave up thinking, who left him behind? He deserved to be unable to catch up with the plot, so let's run!
Kuang Jinxin followed the smell all the way to the four rooms of [and] [people] [ground] [days], and when he passed the last room, he finally saw a dark shadow in the veranda not far away, the same as his original When they were separated from Xu Wang and Wu Sheng, the shadow that was chasing was exactly the same!
Kuang Jinxin sprinted at the fastest speed, grabbed the shadow's shoulder, and blurted out, "Xiaoxue..."
In an instant, the shadow dissipated.
He grabbed the empty space, and there was only the deserted moonlight in front of him.
"Boom—"
Next to him came the sound of a moving boulder.
He and Qian Ai, who had just chased after him, turned their heads together, and the towering wall that encircled the place into a long and narrow area with no end in sight was slowly collapsing.
The rubble lifted dust, obscuring the night sky.
"Old money?!" A surprised call came from the other side of the wall in the dusty sky.