While talking, Will walked forward with heavy footsteps. Every step he took, he felt that he was weighed down by a thousand catties. His tall back was shrouded in grief. Anyone who looked at him knew that this was a man who was grieving.
He is very familiar with this place. He hasn't crossed the streets where people go and walked along the bumpy alleys on the ground to the top.
This is a slope. Standing on the side of the street and looking towards the alley high, it is at least forty degrees high. Every step Will takes is extremely difficult. Ye Jian who is following up even sees him standing unsteadily several times. He seemed to fall back on his back.
The red blood dripped all the way, winding up, and the blossoming blood was shocking.
Ye Jian lowered his head slightly, quietly following Bai He who was screwing the boy away, Xia Jinyuan followed Will, Bai He was in the middle, and Ye Jian was off.
After walking for at least half an hour, Will stopped at a mottled outdoor wall. At first glance, he knew that it was outside the bungalow on the ground floor of Meraben. He didn't need to ring the doorbell, and there was no doorbell to ring. You can wipe out the rusty iron door with one hand.
The iron door "creaked" opened, and Will walked in with Abe, whose limbs were getting stiffer, Xia Jinyuan looked back at the comrades behind him, and then slightly nodded before stepping forward.
The bungalows are completely narrow and long. Standing in a straight line at the doorway, you can see the back door.
Someone inside heard the sound and quickly ran out of the dimly lit room. The light was too dim, and it could be vaguely seen that this was a middle-aged woman with an out-of-shape body.
"Mr. Will, is that you?" The middle-aged woman who ran out saw Will. Perhaps it was because Will was holding a person in her hand. She yelled a little uncertainly, with a respectful tone.
Will replied in a low voice, sobbing so hard that the middle-aged woman who was walking out quickly stopped. She should have sensed something and stood still and refused to take a step.
In the dark room, the figure who hadn't moved another step for a long time, the atmosphere had solidified, and it was suppressed to the point that Ye Jian's chest was a little breathless.
This is a middle-aged Meraben woman who is about forty years old and has gray hair in her bristles. Her hands are very rough and her joints are thick. You can see how difficult life is at a glance.
She watched Will walk towards her step by step, her steadily frozen eyes finally fell on the person Will was holding, her lips trembled very lightly, and she asked in the local language, "Who are you holding? ?"
"Abe, Abe..." Will said, repressive sadness filled the obnoxious bungalow like a tide, "Abe, he already..."
"He's dead, isn't he? He's dead, isn't it?" The middle-aged woman's voice was too soft, so soft that it seemed to be a bubble flying in the air, and it disappeared with a light touch.
Will did not answer, his silence was the best answer.
"How did you die? Can you tell me? What happened, Mr. Will, can you tell me everything?" The middle-aged woman with trembling hands stretched out her hand. She wanted to hold her own child. This is her child. …Her child.
She couldn't hold Abe, and her voice said to Will with a sorrowful voice, and asked him to hold Abe onto the bed and lie down.
Just put Abe, whose face was pale and pale, on the bed, there were laughing and talking voices from outside the low bungalow, two men's voices, one of them was shouting loudly at the door before he even walked in, shouting all the way Come in all the way.