Is this really pushing people into a corner?

I looked at the boiling water behind me, at the surrounding fire, at the ugly and horrible plastic dummy in front of me, and began to think about how to die without pain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in my ears, low and slow, as if someone was talking? I pricked up my ears to make sure it wasn't a ghost call from a plastic model.

"Little ...... Wild...... Clothing...... ...... service"

Four words, almost a second out of a word.

"Clothes?"

In a flash of inspiration, I suddenly realized that this should be Ah Zhe talking to me "over there"!

I told him before that I would hear a deep voice calling to me at some point, and then after the two of us exchanged words, I knew that I was in a coma and I heard a voice from the "outside world", presumably at this moment Ah Zhe couldn't enter the game for some reason, so I thought of using this method to tell me how to escape.

I used to hear his voice, which was much deeper and dragging than now, but now although it is obviously not a normal speed, it is much clearer, does this also mean that my brain is recovering, and my brain speed has improved a lot?

I can't help but feel a little excited when I think about it. But what does "clothes" mean?

The plastic model wasn't going to stand stupidly and look at me all the time, it was already in front of me between breaths, stretched out its arms and clamped me tightly in its arms, a broken and blurry head against my cheek, and I got goosebumps all over my body.

"Let go of me! You're ugly! "I lost my temper, roared, and no longer broke free, on the contrary, I was going to crash in her direction, and I would die together!

Thinking so, I did so, and the model obviously didn't expect me to change the direction of my strength, and I crashed into it, and the two bodies just intertwined and fell over. Although she has her as the backpad, the hard plastic still makes me feel painful.

With such a bump, the model's arm fell off, making way for a gap, and I took the opportunity to roll over and roll out of her "embrace".

"Ono, dress her in your clothes!" Suddenly, there was another urgent shout in my ears. I heard this sound vividly, and it was no longer slow and dull. The same sound, like magic, opened up my previously blocked memories and reminded me of the plot of this novel! ……

This mother-son plastic dummy was originally a model in a clothing store in this mall.

The owner, a handsome young man, dressed the mother and son every day, changing them into the latest and best clothes in the store, and placing them in the window for people to admire.

But as the years went by, models with better materials and more realistic and charming forms appeared, and as the owner's business got better and better, the store grew larger and larger, and more new models were procured, which soon took the place of the mother and son. They retreated from the window to the corner, and from the corner they were moved into the warehouse, where they were covered with dust.

However, this model once watched the owner of this shop start from scratch by selling clothes, accompanied him through the initial painstaking stage, and also enjoyed the owner's careful care of her, and actually had feelings for the owner. Now abandoned in the depths of the warehouse where there is no light of day, the model's heart is broken.

Later, the owner cleaned up the warehouse and found the dummies again. Seeing that the dummy was old and mottled, he found a collector of old goods to take the model away. The collector originally planned to buy and sell the old goods a second time, but the model was too dilapidated and there was no buyer, so he cleaned it up again, and this time it was sent to the garbage treatment plant.

The raging fire burned the model's "flesh and skin", but magically gave the model "rebirth" - this mother-son dummy can actually move! The model was overjoyed, escaped from the fire with the child, and searched all the way back to the original owner's shop, determined to show her sincerity to the owner and continue the relationship. She hoped that the master would remember the time she had been with each other day and night, of her silent dedication, of her desperate escape from the fire to find him, and that she would eventually remember the past, leaving their mother and son.

That night, the mall was closed, and the owner closed the door and prepared to leave. But suddenly in the dark, I saw two model frames burned beyond recognition, one large and one small. The shopkeeper was so surprised that he turned around and fled, but the model's mother rushed up to stop him and showed his feelings.

The shopkeeper was scared and annoyed, so he said evilly: "You ugly thing, I don't plan to ask you for a long time, what are you going to do when you come back!" ”

The model's mother was devastated, but she still didn't give up and begged. Unexpectedly, the owner dragged himself and his children out of the mall.

In an uninhabited open space in the backyard, the shopkeeper poured a bucket of gasoline on the mother and son, then lit a fire, and watched as the mother and son, who had been with him for a long time and made him fall in love, struggled and cried in the fire, reduced to a pile of charred debris, leaving only a black metal frame.

The shopkeeper left without looking back, but after he left, in the darkness, the two metal frames slowly got up, and the flames that had been extinguished were rekindled, burning with resentful souls......

This is the background of the story, and later, the real protagonist of the story, Ono, and her friends encounter a fire in the mall theater and see the tragedy. And the owner of the shop, who was sitting in the last row of the theater, was burned to char when the fire first started.

But that didn't quell the anger of the mother and son, who burned down the mall and tried to kill everyone. But at the end of the story, it is the protagonist Ono who calms their anger with true feelings, by dressing the model in the new clothes he just bought.

Belch...... It's really a coincidence, because today I want to ask Ah Zhe, who I haven't seen for a long time, to watch a movie together, so I specially bought a new dress. But...... This may have been arranged in advance by the plot.

It's just that this garment was used to fight the fire when it escaped before, but now it is in tatters. But I can't take care of that much at the moment.

As soon as I got out, I got up and took off my coat and went to pick up one of her arms that I had just dropped. In the interval between these two movements, the mother stood up and poked at me with her remaining hand.

I was hit by her hard hand to my chest, and I only felt a tightness in my chest, and I fell out, and I couldn't breathe in pain.

Now is not the time, I am afraid that I will have to find a way to dress her. After thinking about it, I got up and ran to the rink with a grunt.

Skirting the ice pool, which was now a boiling pool, I headed straight for the storage area.

There are rows of solid wood lockers in the storage area, and thanks to the ice rink site, the fire hasn't burned in yet, and it makes people feel a lot cooler after entering.

I looked at my arms, they were flushed, I didn't feel anything when I was running for my life before, but now I have to touch them empty, they are all hot and painful. I can't help but be a little angry, why is Ah Zhe so desperate and ruthless, and I don't know how to attach some special skills or equipment protection to protect me in the game. Oh, what do I write, he just copies the plot? Dead eyes, no? The game is a game.,Novels are novels.,In novels.,Especially horror novels.,Of course, you have to write the protagonist to more than half a life to escape.,Otherwise, it's an urban ability or a fairy.。 Ay......

When I complained in my heart, the mother and son had already chased after me. I quickly shortened and hid behind the last row of lockers.

The mother and son walked with their knees straight, one by one, and with each step, the ground was hit by the heel with a "thump", which made my heart beat even harder.

The mother and son searched row by row along the lockers, and I waited quietly in the dark. The sound of "knock knock" got closer and closer, and finally came to the front of the row where I was hiding.

I listened with my ears pricked up, and their footsteps came to an abrupt end where they were right in me!

This is the time!

I put my hands on the locker, ready to be forced.

Suddenly, there was a "pop", and there was a blasting sound from the locker in front of me, and at the same time, a miserable white hand poked a hole in the back of the cabinet and plunged straight into my door.

I couldn't help but duck backwards, and instinctively pushed the locker in front of me with my hand, and dodged backwards with all my strength.

In the clinker's panic, this push was so powerful that the cabinets fell backwards in a whole row according to the expected result, and the hand was pressed underneath in an instant. The cabinets in the back were like dominoes, pushing one by one, and they fell one after another. A deafening sound came from the small room.

When the dust cleared, the mother and child were firmly pressed under the cabinet, making a hoarse but weak sound like electromagnetic interference. The hand in the cave was still shaking, but it didn't exert much power.

I fanned the stars and dust that were still flying in front of me, thinking in my heart that if it was just like this, they were trapped, and they should not be able to get out for a while, so they could escape directly. But after thinking about it, I still feel unsafe, after all, this is not the end of the novel, and I can't get out of their minds, and they will entangle me again.

With that in mind, I took out the plastic model's other arm from behind me, gestured at it, and slipped it into the clothes I had taken off.

I stepped on the cabinet to the other side, where the dummy mother's head was exposed, and the lower half of her body was pressed down.

"Listen," I crouched down and said to her, "I sympathize with your plight, but not everyone is lucky enough to meet the right person, and not every relationship can be rewarded." But we can't beg for fairness, because there is no fairness in the world of feelings. If you can't let go of your obsession and burn your soul, you can only resentment in your heart.

Love is beautiful, when we carry love, we are all bathed in the sunlight that shines into the window; When love is gone, we are locked in a dirty and cramped storage room, and all that accompanies us is the memories that are gradually dusting.

We seem to have lost everything, but we still have ourselves. ”

I said these words from the bottom of my heart, and the movement under the cabinet was really small.

"Let me put on new clothes for you, okay?"

No response.

I hesitated, bent down, grasped the upturned end of the cabinet with both hands, gritted my teeth and lifted it up with all my might.

The model's mother felt slack and swayed to break free.

"Well, I hope it's not self-digging." I prayed in my heart.

After a while, the mother and son came out from under the cabinet. My strength was also used to the end, and as soon as my hand was released, there was another loud "bang", and the cabinet fell to the ground.

I straightened up and watched the mother and son standing together, their blackened faces expressionless and indistinguishable.

Suddenly, she raised one arm flatly, and I couldn't help but take three steps back in fright. Isn't it, Eun will take revenge?

However, she didn't run over and grab my neck or give me an arm as she had done before. She stood there silently, holding up a hand in the air.

I was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized, maybe she was asking me for something? I hurriedly and carefully put on my clothes with both hands, and the other arm.

She took it, first holding her arm into a metal pole that was exposed from her shoulder, and then two stiff arms began to dress herself. But this action seems stiff and difficult.

I hurriedly stepped forward and helped her get dressed, and then saw that she lowered her head slightly, as if looking at her child.

Belch...... All right. I then took off my thin sweater and put it on the little one. Seeing that the little guy actually raised his hand and opened and closed each other a few times, it seemed to be clapping.

The model's mother took her son's hand, step by step, stepped on the cabinet that had fallen to the ground, made a "knock" sound, and walked out.

I followed them for a while, and saw that they did not hesitate, step by step into the fire outside, and gradually disappeared.

I suddenly felt a little sad, if even things can be in love for a long time, let alone people.