"Sir, why didn't you help me just now?"

"You have to help me with this little thing, do you want me to help you wipe your ass next time?"

"Sir, you don't even have hands, how can you help me wipe my ass?"

"Do you really want me to wipe your ass?! When will you be able to get to the point and stop being so stupid! ”

"There's a gentleman here, why can't I be stupid. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Oh, by the way, if Mr. is willing, well, although a little embarrassed, for the sake of Mr.'s special habits, I can also reluctantly let Mr. help me...... Wipe your butt. ”

"Who's going to wipe your ass, you idiot!"

"Actually, sir, don't you often help me wipe my ass? Every time I encounter a problem that can't be solved, it is my husband who comes forward, don't you say, sir? ”

"Stupid, rude, shameless!"

My husband was so choked by me that his face turned green, and I didn't dare to joke anymore. And in the current situation, it seems that the thing of "wiping the butt" keeps talking about it is not very civilized, and the timing seems to be a little wrong.

Half an hour ago, my husband and I were sucked into the mirror and came here.

It's a child's room, with a sticker of a lazy sheep on the pink wall and a gray wolf's clock hanging next to it. The curtains are light-colored flowers, and there are many pots of succulent on the windowsill, which are of different shapes, huddled together, like a succulent meeting. There is a layer of cartoon wood on the floor, and the other furniture in the room is pink and delicate, so you can see that this is a warm room. However, there was no bed in the room, only a dark cabinet in the corner, which was out of place in this room.

In the center of the room, a little boy sits on a cartoon tree, stacking blocks over and over again. I could tell he was building a house, but he seemed to want to pile it very high, so he kept building the blocks up until eventually the whole house collapsed. But the boy seemed to be tireless, and the house fell and heaped and piled up. He repeated this action for the half hour we came.

We can see him, but he can't see us.

My husband told me that we enter a person's memory, and we can only see the scene that the memory owner wants to present, and we ourselves cannot leave this place.

Of course, with Mr. here, we can easily break through this world of memory and return to the real world, but I suddenly wonder why that man got me here. So, my husband and I are going to stay and have a look.

The clock on the wall ticked and never stopped, and hours passed quickly. Outside the window, the sky changed from sunny to dark, and the maid brought in food, but the boy ignored it, repeating the movements of his hands.

Until it was completely dark, the boy's hand shook, and the house collapsed into blocks, and the sound of crackling echoed through the silent room.

As if he had activated some kind of mechanism, the boy shook his body, stood up at once, and rushed to the black cabinet in the corner with his head in his hands. Pulling the door of the cabinet, he crouched inside, and then closed the cabinet, and I heard the sound of locking from the inside.

This series of movements, the boy did so smoothly, obviously he had repeated this process many times.

So what happened to him?

I got an answer to this question very quickly.

With a "boom", a thunderclap resounded in the sky, and the fluorescent lamp flickered a few times before the fire was completely extinguished. Subsequent lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the room. The dark cabinet stood in the quiet room, like a coffin, cold and gloomy.

Lightning flashed, and the room immediately went dark.

I don't know if it's raining outside, but I hear the sound of water dripping on the floor.

Tick-tock-

Tick-tock-

Another flash of lightning struck, and the curtain shook, and I seemed to see a white corner of the curtain peeking out.

It's moving!

The curtains are moving!

There's something there!

I held my breath and didn't dare move.

The white corner gradually revealed, it was a white dress!

Looking up, I touched a long black hair that fell down to the waist of my skirt.

That's a person!

A man in white!

Suddenly,

The man jerked his head up, and I faced a miserable white face.

No eyes, no nose, just a bright red mouth! It was grinning, the corners of its mouth reaching the base of its ear, and a bright red tongue popped out of its mouth.

I sat down on the floor almost all at once.

I saw that the tongue stretched and contracted several times, and suddenly it became longer and fell to the ground.

What a long, long tongue!

But that's not all, the tongue grew longer and longer, and longer and longer, until it coiled around the ground a few times, and then it stopped getting longer.

The strange creature stepped out from behind the curtain, took a pot of meat from its mouth, and placed it on the windowsill, and when it turned around, it accidentally stepped on its tongue and hit the floor straight, and I heard a tooth-aching thud.

Luckily, the ground was covered with a layer of soakwood, and it probably didn't get hit too hard, I thought.

As if a word of confusion came out of its mouth, it slowly got up from the ground, but accidentally stepped on its tongue again, plopped it, and hit the floor again.

After repeating it a few times, it finally learned to be smart. I saw it sitting on the ground and starting to fiddle with its tongue.

One knot, two knots, three knots, I don't know how many knots, and its tongue finally won't trip it anymore. It stood up satisfied, and sat down in front of the black cabinet.

It knocked on the cabinet, and I heard a gasp coming from the cabinet.

It knocked on the cabinet again, and there was no movement in the cabinet.

I don't know how many times I knocked it, and a low whimper came from the cabinet. It was the little boy who was crying.

I can imagine how scared he was. A child of five or six years old, who was alone in his room, but there was a strange creature that came to visit every day, and the first time he saw it, he was so frightened that he cried. He may tell his family that he saw ghosts and monsters, but no one believes him, and even accuses him of lying. He had to shut himself in the cupboard every day, trying to hide from the frightening stuff.

It's really sad that no one believes in themselves.

I suddenly wanted to give the kid a hug. However, I distinctly remember my husband saying that established facts cannot be changed.

I could only be a silent spectator and watch the monster shake the cabinet and hear the child's cry and grin wider. Until the child was crying, the monster was even happy to hit the ground with his hands, and I was a little skeptical about that gesture, is this monster really as scary as it looks?

Perhaps tired of it, the youkai stopped shaking the cabinet, waved his hand, turned on the lights in the room, and then turned around to leave. When it was over, it looked back at the cabinet again, and thought about it for a moment, but not knowing what came to mind, it let out a strange laugh, and then quickly covered its mouth, stood on tiptoe, and carefully walked behind the curtain and hid.