I watched as the woman's light went upstairs with the child in her arms, followed by her man. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When the info came down again, both lights had a few more large boxes in their hands.

"Are you sure we're really leaving?" The woman coaxed the restless child in her arms as she confirmed it one last time.

"If it's okay, we'll be back soon." The man comforted her as he dragged a large suitcase down the stairs.

"Then I'd better cover the couch." The woman hurriedly said and handed over the child to her husband. I can imagine her walking over and putting the white lace sofa cover over the sofa and then arranging the scattered toys neatly. But the picture in front of me is just a light and shadow, grasping something that doesn't exist and placing them on the sofa.

"Oops, just come back and wipe it." The man said impatiently, "What do you say is the use of you building that, you still have to wipe it when the time comes." ”

"It's good to block it a little bit." The woman replied. She wiped her hands on her legs, looked back at the well-ordered home, and asked with some uncertainty, "Are you really leaving?" ”

"It's all ready, why don't you leave." The man tugged at her arm amusedly, "Let's go, let's go." I can't live anymore, it's horrible. ”

"Hey, wait." The woman said suddenly, turning her head to look at the dining table, "Do you want to bring Yangyang's little chair?" ”

"Oops, no, I can't fit in the car." The man said dryly, "Anyway, when the time comes, your mother will be watching, and you won't need a small chair...", he suddenly stopped talking and touched the bottom of his nose.

"!" The man glanced at his hand, cursed, and hurriedly handed the child to his wife. He kept his head down, and I saw bright light fall from his chin and drip to the ground, instantly taking on a complex pattern, stretching through the air like the winding lines of butterfly wings, and then calming down and reverting to a drop of blood.

"Bring me paper." The man shouted angrily at his wife. He pinched his nose and looked up.

"Come on, paper." The woman put the child in the dining table and chair next to her, then ran over and slipped the tissue into the man's hand.

"I can't stay in this place." The man covered his nose and buzzed, "Go, let's go today!" If she doesn't leave, she won't be able to out! ! ”

His wife yelled at him, "The child is still there, pay attention to the language!" ”

"Don't, don't say it." The man raised his hand irritably and stopped her, "I've had enough, we'll leave tonight." Fuck this fucking place, fuck the desk, I'm gone. ”

With that, he angrily picked up the largest luggage next to him and headed out the door. The woman hurriedly wiped the blood off the floor, pinched the dirty tissue in her hand, and followed him out with another large bag.

The woman's light handed him the luggage in her hand, turned around and picked up the child again. At this time, the child was already a little sleepy, lying in his mother's arms and not talking much.

"Mother, where are we going?" said the child, in a daze, milky and a little unpleasant.

"Take you to grandma's house to play for a few days, it's okay, you go to sleep first, and you'll be there when you wake up." Mom patted him on the back, then picked up another small bag.

She took one last look at the well-kept home, checked the gas stove, then turned and went out, locking the door.

I know they never came back.

I watched them walk out the door when there was a distinct sound of the car door being opened. "Come, give me something." The man put the luggage in the trunk one by one, and it seemed to me that they had just disappeared into thin air.

This made me wonder if the light from before hadn't really disappeared, but had gone into something like a building, or a car, so I couldn't see it.

As I thought, I heard the sound of the car door closing. Looking up again, the light of the family of three was no longer visible.

"Oops!" I thought to myself, chasing the sound of the engine starting, but I soon lost my bearings.

I stood on the deserted road, looking around at a loss. The light continues, it's just that I can't see it.

This made me more anxious than the absence of movement, and I stopped my blind chase in frustration, and was so angry that I wanted to throw what I had at hand. I stood there, helplessly listening to the sound of cars moving away...

Suddenly, the sound of the engine was gone.

I thought this history was over, but suddenly I heard a loud curse, so I hurried to the source of the sound.

In the distance, a man could be seen standing on the side of the road, cursing loudly at an abandoned car that was rusty at this time.

"! Holy! He kicked the tire hard and got into the car.

I heard two "bangs", but I didn't hear the car starting.

"What's wrong?" I heard the woman's voice coming from somewhere, but I couldn't see her, so I could only guess that she was still sitting in the car.

"I don't know, damn this car won't catch fire." He scratched at his hair angrily, spinning back and forth like a fly without a head.

The battery is dead. I immediately came to a conclusion, and suddenly remembered that Cen Xiao and Bai Yuelu had discussed similar issues before. If I'm not mistaken, what Cen Xiao said at the time was that batteries were needed to replenish the energy of that "thing".

Is it that at this time, their car battery is dead, which is also the masterpiece of that "thing"? Is that "thing" consciously preventing the villagers from leaving Wangxing Village?

Is the land under my feet once a hunting ground for alien matter?

I put these terrifying thoughts aside for the time being, watched the man in front of me kick his car again in anger, and then stretched out his head to his wife and children in the car and said, "You sit here for a while, I'll go to Uncle Jia to see if he can leave the car at night." ”

"Forget it." I heard his wife's voice say, "Let's go home first." ”

"No," the man refused, "I've had enough of this place." He wiped his nose again, let out an angry growl when he saw the back of his hand, and pulled a crumpled tissue from his pocket and wiped it vigorously.

"Alright then," his wife reluctantly agreed. So the man turned and walked towards a place in the village.

I followed his light to a house I had never visited before, and a van was parked in front of it. I watched the man's light walk in, knocked on the door, and shouted twice, "Uncle Jia!" Uncle Jia! ”

But nothing happened. He turned to the backyard, probably to see if anyone was there.

I watched him lie on the window and look in for a long time, muttering, "What's the matter, there's no one... I didn't even turn on the lights...", and then left.