Roland gradually woke up, and it was dark in front of him.

A loud, almost noisy noise rang out on Roland's side. On the other side, the sound of torrential rain was heard.

Roland could even faintly hear a faint sound. It's like the sound of someone tiptoeing on the floor. Crunch, and I don't know where it came from.

But as soon as Roland listened intently, the voice disappeared without a trace. As soon as Roland looked away, the voice reappeared.

Repeating it several times, Roland had to ignore it completely.

Because the more pronounced sensation on Roland's body completely covered it.

A damp cold wind blew across his skin, as if Roland were standing in the cold wind undressed. And the viscous and warm air was like the tongue of a giant beast, licking Roland's body over and over again.

Violent shaking came from inside Roland's body, making Roland almost want to vomit in disgust.

The nausea of hot and cold made Roland almost suspect that he had a fever.

…… Wait, where am I?

Intense uneasiness turned into doubt. Roland opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up.

The moment he sat up, a feeling of tightness came from Roland. As soon as Roland sat up, he was dragged down due to an imbalance in his body.

Feel the hemp rope wrap around your arms and tie your hands behind your back; and the tight rope wrapped around his ankle, Roland was stunned for a moment.

…… Is this self-being, being bound?

"Do you want to sleep?"

As if hallucinating, a very soft, childish voice was mixed with a burst of laughter that rang out at the same time, coming from the dark corner to Roland's left.

Roland Huo Ran raised his head. Look in that direction.

A huge double bed was placed there. The quilt was spread flat and neat, and two giant teddy bears, one brown and one white, were roughly stuffed in the quilt.

The bodies of the two teddy bears were covered in scratches from knives. The beautiful glass eyeballs have long been cut off. It was also stained with jet-black tea stains.

The white teddy bear's two bear ears were pierced by a knife, and a valuable silver bracelet was passed through it. At first glance, it looks like you're wearing two huge earrings.

And in the middle of the two bears, there was a pitch-black thing sitting motionless.

If a sculpture in general.

…… However, it is not clear because of the angle.

But this look, the familiar scene in his eyes made Roland's heart chill-

Roland immediately turned his head and looked in the other direction of the room.

To his right is a wall-mounted TV, which is about to be showing some variety show at the moment, and the sound is turned up to the maximum, and from time to time there is a burst of laughter added in the later stage.

A faint light burst out of the TV, illuminating the pitch-black room.

Now Roland heads against the wall. With a wall on one side and a bed on the other, his inexplicably weak body was tightly bound and couldn't break free at all.

At Roland's feet is the cabinet under the television. Roland straightened up a little and stepped on the cupboard.

Because of lying on the ground, Roland's vision was mostly blocked by the bed and the cabinet, and he could only see through the gap a little vision between the bed and the cabinet, and he could see a classical coffee table standing on the wooden floor.

Roland also saw the source of his hot and cold.

The main culprit is the half-open window above his head, and the air conditioner on the window with the highest temperature on it.

The only thing Roland can be sure of is that this is not the home he remembers.

An inexplicable sense of fear hit for no reason, and it tightly grasped Roland's heart.

"Mom said that a good boy can't stay up late."

It's like emphasizing something. A childish voice came from the bed.

The voice was soft and waxy, but it was extremely depressing and light. As if afraid to wake someone.

Shrouded in the sound of being put on the biggest television, Roland would not even be able to hear the child's voice if he hadn't tried his best to distinguish it.

"Sister. Sleep...... If you don't sleep again, you'll be beaten. ”

"I'll go to the toilet first."

The dark shadow on the bed said to himself, shaking his body and standing up.

Roland couldn't help but feel a tightening in his heart.

He was now tightly bound, and his head was drowsy and his limbs were weak. The nerves in my whole body ached, as if I had a high fever for several days. There is simply no way to break free from the rope. Not to mention any resistance to the man.

At that moment, Roland heard a very soft thud.

He knew it. The child jumped out of bed.

In an instant, a white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire room as white as bone.

At that moment, the electric light from outside cast a shadow on the ground resembling that of an adult with a hood.

Roland was excited, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But the child, as if he didn't see Roland and the shadow outside the window, walked straight past Roland.

Obviously walking on the wooden floor, Roland didn't hear him walking.

Roland's ears squeaked a little slower than the child's walking frequency. In Roland's eyes, it was like a video with a slight delay in sound, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

After the child entered the toilet, there was a long silence.

Roland didn't know how long it had been.

It could be five minutes, or it could be more than an hour. But the boy never returned.

Just when Roland felt half of his body go numb, there was a sudden sound of the key turning, followed by the creak of the door opening.

The moment the door opened, the sound of a torrential downpour suddenly sounded in Roland's ears.

…… Is the adult back?

But at the edge of Roland's field of vision, he only saw a small figure that was frozen and shrunk in from the outside, his body completely wet from the rain, and his bare feet stepped on the ground, making a crackling sound of water.

The little figure stood on tiptoe and struggled to remove the key. Then he closed the door and locked the sound of the rainstorm out.

Maybe it's because of the cold. The child leaned against the door, gasping violently as if he had lost his strength.

But the child, as if afraid of waking someone, tried to suppress his somewhat trembling gasps.

From Roland's point of view, it could be seen that the child's clothes were completely wet, but the neckline was dry and full of wrinkles, as if he had just been forcefully grasped.

It's about enough rest. The boy staggered to his feet and walked back along the same path a little slower than he had had been there at the beginning.

Roland's pupils narrowed instantly.

Although the child's face was still invisible due to the viewing angle, Roland saw damp and bloody footprints following the child and being left on the wooden floor.

At this time, there was a thunderclap outside. The cold wind blew in through the cracks in the window and sprinkled it on Roland.

The cold rain made Roland feel agitated, and he suddenly came to his senses.

It was then that he realized that he really had no clothes on him.

But at this moment, Roland felt the squeaking in his ears stop instantly.

Roland stiffened his head back and watched the child crouch down, looking at himself.

The child's face was delicate, but the two random smears of blood on his face distorted the already lovely face.

It was a little boy of seven or eight years old.

- No, to be precise, it should be Roland when he was a child.

His eyes were dark and hollow. It was as if it wasn't Roland who was looking, but someone behind Roland.

The short, messy hair was wet from the rain and casually draped over the expressionless face.

That shouldn't be the look on a child's face.

He stared at Roland, who was creepy.

"Big sister, are you a thief?"

"Little Roland"'s voice was immature but cold.

Roland was about to answer, but found that he couldn't say anything with his mouth wide open.

It was as if the throat was blocked.

No matter how your mouth moves, you just don't have a sound.

Roland's sweat came out.

And "Little Roland" didn't pay attention to Roland's meaning.

He just cautiously looked back at the empty bed and smiled reassuringly.

Then, for some reason, he took out a long, sharp iron bra of the kind that skewered mutton.

"Little Roland" held the iron drill and walked back to Roland.

The look of despair and fear in Roland's eyes became more and more obvious.

Seeing that Roland never spoke, "Little Roland" tilted his head and asked softly in confusion: "Big sister, can't you speak?" ”

Roland nodded desperately.

Then, Roland was horrified to see "Little Roland" raise the iron chisel, revealing a happy smile that he was extremely familiar with.

"That's it...... That's great. ”

That smile was lovely. (To be continued......)

PS: The thumb is still cramping...... It's painful......