After reading the book, the address of [Wanbenshen Station]: Avoid the pain of chasing books!

I thought about it for a while, and then I typed out two random words on my computer: difference, but then I couldn't write it.

I looked out the window and almost passed out - my son was gone! His balls were thrown there. Another kid was playing soccer in front of his house: "Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

The voice steals the beams and changes the pillars.

I didn't go through the door and jumped out of the window. I asked the kid anxiously, "Where is the kid who played here just now?" ”

He looked at me and said, "No." ”

I was stupid.

I even wrote an article to persuade others that my enemies and my own children were out of sight! What's wrong with me?

The sky was as blue as the countryside. There were a few clouds hanging leisurely in the sky, motionless. It was quiet, only the kid was playing football: "Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

All this was so out of harmony with my mind that my sky "rumbled" to the ground.

I shouted, "Red light! Red light! Red light! ——”

No one answered. The day shift security guard from Building J ran over and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"My child is gone! Boy! ”

"How old? What to wear? ”

"Three-and-a-half-year-old, white T-shirt with a bunny drawing. Black bloomers. ”

The security guard immediately ran in the other direction. He shouted something over the walkie-talkie as he ran.

I ran forward like a frightened rabbit, shouting, "Red light! - Red light! - Red light! ——”

I froze.

I heard my son's voice!

But I couldn't see him. Not far in front is a lush flower bed.

I threw myself like crazy and finally saw my son – what an exciting sight!

Then, I saw that Chen Mo. He was crouching on the ground talking to his son, and he was touching his son's face with his hand (this action was so familiar, I felt horrified). Security guard J saw me and didn't react and continued to say to his son, "I didn't, I don't lie to you." Then he stood up, smiled with his black and yellow teeth, and said to me, "You are so cute, you kid, you are chasing me for a gun." ”

Then, he was gone.

I don't get angry anymore, and when I see my son, I'm paralyzed. I grabbed my son's hand and was speechless for a long time.

After a while, I calmed down a bit and looked back - it was about five hundred meters from my house. I came here on a detour, but in fact, the stone road next to the flower garden leads directly to my house.

I looked ahead - it was too hanging, it was only about twenty meters from the north gate of the prince's garden. Out of that door, there was a man-high artemisia field.

I asked my son, "Who brought you here?" ”

My face may be so ugly that he was about to cry: "Myself"

"Why are you here?"

"Uncle Security has a gun."

"What did he say?"

"I see it."

"Where did you see that?"

"When I was playing, I saw him walk up with a pistol in his hand and hold it up for me to see."

"And then?"

"And then he went in this direction, and I followed him."

"Did he see you following him?"

"See, he doesn't stop."

"What was he going to do just now?"

"I caught up with him, and the shot was gone like a trick! He said, you are here without a pistol in the compound. ”

8. What are you talking about?

It's windy in spring.

During the day, there are all kinds of kites, butterflies, centipedes, and carp floating in the sky. I don't know whose hand the thread is holding.

At night, the cry floated in the night, as far away as a kite, and I never found out who was holding it.

The unfortunate neighbor finally failed to find her child.

I felt that Chen Mo was walking towards my house step by step. He's getting closer. He was looking for, where is it more appropriate to enter my house, jump in through the window? Emerging from the ground? Sneaking in through a crack in the door? Crawling out of the sewers?

I don't know what he's going to do, but I know he's going to hurt me. I even suspect that he is my lifelong enemy.

I feel like my house is in danger.

I became terrified.

One day, my wife and son went to Wangfujing, and after dark, I was lying on the sofa in the living room, staring in a daze, I felt something thinking about something, it looked at me vaguely, and its mind was turning astringently—hey, there was a person lying on the sofa in the dark, and it was the silent water dispenser.

I got up and went to turn on the TV.

As long as I see those fame and fortune seekers like me jumping and jumping on the colorful stage, the world will immediately become real, and the illusion of yin and void will immediately fall into the water.

However, the TV would not turn on.

My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried to turn on the light, but it didn't turn on.

I looked back at the water cooler, and it looked at me quietly.

The light in the room was very, very faint. The street lamp was blocked by the tree, and its light flowed in, as thin as a hair, just showing the shadow of a water cooler. But I couldn't make out its expression.

No, I saw that the cat's eye on the security door was a little bright, which means that the lights in the corridor are on, which means that there is no power outage, which means that only my house is dark.

The phone rang suddenly.

I think it's my wife or my son – lately, my son has just learned to make a phone call, and every now and then he calls me while I'm squatting in the bathroom, detailing the situation in the living room.

I grabbed the phone and heard the voice of a strange man coming from inside.

I got goosebumps on my body - he spoke very slowly, and I couldn't understand a word he said. I judge: it should not be a foreign language, but it is not a Chinese language - you say, what is that?

As for the accent, I seemed to be bragging about it just now. I didn't expect such a strange thing to happen.

"What did you say?" I asked, suppressed in horror.

He paused for a moment, and then said, "Wipe the dustpan or choke the gas warehouse and make the sunflower scorched and scorched?" Baa Qing Qing Basin Tamping Wings"

I said, "I don't understand." ”

He paused for a while, and then said, "Enhuang slapped the bones of the cellar to hide the deception."

There was a pause in the middle of each of his sentences, as long as a sentence. It seems that the voice is transmitted too slowly, or that he reacts too slowly (similar to a hemiplegic patient). Every time, he and I couldn't speak the same language.

He seemed to be talking in his sleep, as if he was talking to himself.

His words spread slowly like a desert. To me, those words were as useless as sand, but they flowed inexorably into my ears. I listened to him closely, like panning for gold in the sand, hoping to sift through even a word I understood.

I even assumed that he was Vietnamese, from a small town in Penn Tin Province or some province, from the Dai or some other ethnic group, and he made a mistake, and he actually called China, and it happened to hit my house.

However, if he had made a mistake, then he should have hung up a long time ago. And this person didn't mean to put down the phone, he kept talking slowly, sometimes as if he was emotional, sighed deeply and asked word by word: "You, yes, who?" You, are, where, in, people? Can you, listen, understand, I, of, speak? ”

"Karma, darts, lama, baa, lungs, reckless coughing, no breathing."

He and I have our own words.

(End of chapter)

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