As a child, Lin Sanjiu was afraid to look under his bed for a while. No matter when it is, the bed is always dark underneath, engulfing all the light thrown in. My mother tucked into a few bags of sundries and old clothes under the bed. The mouth of the bag was always open and covered with dust. One night she gathered her courage, lay on the bed, and looked under the bed by the lamp.
The bottom of the bed was dark, and a red turtleneck sweater slowly protruded out of the bag. The long collar was like a neck winding out from the darkness, and was softly resting on the ground.
What happened later, she didn't remember much. She was still young at that time. Now think about it, children's memories are always strange, thinking that they see nothing strange.
It's just that after many years, when Lin Sanjiu really got into the bottom of the bed, the kind of uneasy feeling in his heart was alive again. Consciousness is gone, and pure touch is not very effective. The surroundings are so dark that she can't even see a trace of light; she seems to be back in her defenseless and helpless childhood.
Lin Sanjiu crawled for a while, paused, stretched his arms and felt the darkness in front.
She was a little worried that she would touch a face, a sweater neck, a corpse, or something weird; but fortunately, there was only a dry concrete floor in the darkness ahead.
There was nothing empty.
Breathing slightly, she crawled forward again.
Elbows and knees, leading the body a little bit forward in the sound of rustling friction. The movements are mechanized and can be completed without much thought. After climbing for a while in the dark, Lin Sanjiu's heart became colder and colder.
...... She has been crawling for a full minute.
One minute is actually a long time. Even if it is a big bed, one minute should be enough for her to crawl out, not to mention that it is just an ordinary double bed.
Lin Sanjiu looked back and found that the entrance she crawled in was covered with a layer of dark light, so far away that it shrank into a small spot of light, as if she had entered a tunnel.
Does the area of this bed, like other furniture, increase infinitely?
She lay on the ground, gently raised her hand and touched the top of her head, still the texture of that wooden bed.
Would you like to accept it?
After hesitating, she still didn't launch [Flat World]. After all, this is not an ordinary piece of furniture ... After thinking about it for a while, she finally stopped moving, and the darkness in front of it became deeper and darker, and she looked almost endless. She reluctantly turned around like a spider, and climbed out again towards the entrance.
Listening to the sound of "sand" rubbing in the silence, she looked out from the narrow space under the bed and found that the high coffee table and the foot of the large closet were just passing by. Gradually approached in the hazy night, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the distance from the exit did not increase indefinitely, otherwise she would really be trapped under this bed.
When Lin Sanjiu finally came to the bedside, she could not help but breathe a long sigh of relief, stopped her movements, and looked down to look outside. She couldn't rush out with rashness, she had to look first--
She suddenly felt that her whole body was frozen.
She stopped and didn't climb, but the "rustle" on the rubbing surface of the cloth didn't stop, still ringing against her ear.
Lin Sanjiu's blood almost poured into his head, and he twisted his head suddenly, thinking that he would see a human face around him—but there was only darkness in the eyes, and there seemed to be no fluctuation in the air flow.
The rustle stopped suddenly.
Her mind was blank, she thought nothing, and suddenly called a bath towel and waved a semicircle around her-to her surprise, the bath towel was nothing in the dark, and "clicked". , Fell to the ground without hindrance.
There seemed to be nothing in the darkness around her.
But the voice just now was really close to her ... A faint, hot, breathy breath blew on her head.
Lin Sanjiu slowly raised his head, just in the gap between the wooden boards, a white eye.
When she was crawling under the bed just now, did someone climb along with her on the bed?
Lin Sanjiu had no time to think about it—her back was clinging to the concrete floor, and she did not dare to crawl out of the bed close to her; she just threw the [tornado whip] fiercely, toward the one that was close to her The white eyes on his head struck a whirlwind.
The booming wind suddenly broke the bedboard, and in the blast of a splash of wood, a scream was set off at the same time. A layer of darkness lighter than the bottom of the bed finally recaptured, and there was a cold air with moldy smell on the outside. She immediately jumped up and shouted, "Who!"
"Don't, don't—"
A squeaky voice exclaimed. A small shadow yelled, and as soon as he got into the middle of the stack of tables, he banged the entire table to the ground with a bang, and the reverberation echoed in the night.
"Ah," the strange little shadow was smashed into the ground, buried under the table, kicking his legs violently, "Don't, don't come over ..."
Seeing that this person was so afraid of himself, Lin Sanjiu was more relaxed. She looked around and saw that the Supreme God didn't seem to show any signs. She rushed forward and grabbed the man's feet. She had never held such a thin ankle, and the two ankles were probably not as thick as a chopstick; the bones directly touched her palm, causing her to tremble for no reason at all.
"Come out! Who are you?"
"Don't, don't touch me," the man screamed again, his voice was thin and he couldn't distinguish between men and women. Lin Sanjiu dragged him out, but he was almost startled; even in the dark and fuzzy night, she was startled by the look of the man.
The huge head was supported by a thin neck, and the trunk and limbs were as thin as firewood sticks; I wonder if it was because of the absence of sunlight all year round, and his skin was a kind of dead white—if it wasn't for this method I'm afraid I'll think I've seen a hungry African child.
He looks only five or six years old, holding his body, his bones have softly deformed. He stared at a pair of white and black eyes, and shouted intermittently: "Don't kill me ... pain, pain ..."
Lin Sanjiu loosened his ankle slightly, and frowned again and asked, "Who are you?"
"I, I," he seemed terrified, trying to cry but couldn't cry, "my mother calls me a little egg ..."
Lin Sanjiu froze.
"How old are you?"
"I ... I don't know ..." He hissed and air-chirped, his body shaking: "My mother said I was five years old ... but she was gone ..."
"How long has your mother been gone?"
"It's been a long time ..." Speaking of which, the boy had a sudden meal, a pair of eyes that bulged out of the scoring eyes could barely even lighten up, only the crying mouth became thicker: "Mum ... she ... …Gone."
"How did you get here?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't bear to pinch the child's ankle anymore. She was scared and lifted up the skinny boy. She didn't dare to delay, and led him quickly through the debris of the bed-the bed now looked like a normal pile of debris-around a table and squeezed between the two cabinets.
"Mum brought me," the little egg did not seem to be so scared, and his voice suddenly seemed to be dying. "My house and the street are full of fire ... Mom told me that we can leave the fire when I have my fifth birthday. Then we are here."
The child was quite clear and organized. Lin Sanjiu asked a few words, and finally he understood the context. After the end of his original world encounter, his mother has been taking him a long way to survive, and after 14 months, he was lucky enough to get two visas, so he brought his children to the Olympics.
In the end it became the mother's burial ground.
It took her many years to bring her son around, and she was thrown into the furniture cemetery made by the Supreme God, wandering day and night until now, it seems to have been for several years. He didn't threaten anyone, and he couldn't find any interest in killing him, so he actually saved his life; just looking at him, if he didn't meet Lin Sanjiu, this life would not last for a long time.
"What do you eat? Is there any water here?" When Lin Sanjiu interrogated, he had already squeezed the card of "Chu Yiyi Ding Instant Noodle" in his hand.
"I haven't eaten for a long time ..." said the little egg weakly, "Sometimes after someone like you, they give me something to eat ... Sometimes I eat cotton and wood ..."
In the life-threatening Olympics, there will not be many people who want to give him kindness-otherwise he will not become hungry. Thinking that she almost killed her child by raising her hand, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help feeling guilty; she was very bad at the child, so she simply used food as a way to compensate him, not only giving him a bowl of hot noodles , And also took out a lot of dry food, packed a bag, let the small eggs on his back. The child just cried while eating noodles, not knowing exactly how much sin he had suffered.
"You must not eat more today," she was afraid that the little egg could not control her and killed herself. "Eat another meal tomorrow, have you heard?"
The little boy nodded, worrying that his head might fall.
Seeing that he was alive, Lin Sanjiu looked around. In the distance [Ability Polisher], the silver light was so weak that it was almost invisible, and within a few minutes, she pulled away from her again. Looking around, she seemed to have become another little egg that was lost in the furniture cemetery.
"I ask you one thing," Lin Sanjiu has always learned the kind of gentle, childish tone, and asked stiffly, "Have you seen anyone other than me tonight?"
The little egg nodded again.
Lin Sanjiu's eyes brightened: "What kind of person? Where did they go?"
"One, one in black clothes," the little brown egg recalled, "there was white cloth on the body, and blood on the cloth ... the clothes creaked."
Chapter end
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