Hearing this, Amy frowned, "It's a pity, little brother, this snack is delicious, better than the ones I ate in Europa." ”

The young man forgot how he had answered her, and perhaps, without saying a word, hurried into his room, and even stepped on a fragment of the plate, and pricked one of his feet.

There was a faint fishy smell in the air, which rushed into the young man's throat and went straight to his empty stomach, causing him to feel sick. He covered his nose with his hand and looked out the window with a frown: the shadows of distant mountains and trees had long since melted together in the darkness, leaving only a vague and uneven shadow. There was a faint sound of running water, which covered the chirping of night birds.

This night is destined to be somewhat unusual

The door was slowly pushed open, and the curtain was lifted to reveal a head.

"Do your feet still hurt?" The man who had been hovering at the door for a long time walked in and smiled at the shopkeeper who was lying on the bed.

"Alright, it's all right," the young man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, rolled over and got out of bed, and limped towards the door, "Are you hungry, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles?" ”

"You're sweating a lot, are you having nightmares?" She didn't answer, her eyes half-rolled up, staring straight at the young man's slightly frowning face.

"Nightmares?" Hearing this, a fine layer of sweat appeared on the young man's forehead, "What nightmare?" I'm just taking a nap."

"Are you ready to marry and have children?"

What interrupted him was an inappropriate sentence, the young man was a little confused, although she spoke Chinese quite smoothly, but it was only fluent in language. But the sentence that Fang just said is clearly the dialect here.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I have decided on a family affair, and I will get married in a few months."

"Then let me ask the individual, one day you have a child of your own, and that child is not to your liking, will you kill her with your own hands?"

She said the word "kill" very seriously, but the shopkeeper thought that she had heard it wrong, so she just stood in place, staring at her intently, and after a while, she stammered, "What did you just say?" ”

"The tiger and wolf are evil, I still know that there are fathers and sons, you say, what would it be like to be killed by the hands of your loved ones?" The smile on her face hadn't dissipated yet, but the corners of her mouth were upturned and straight, making her smile a little sinister and a little ill-intentioned.

"The tiger and wolf are evil, and they still know that there are fathers and sons, how do you know this ballad? You didn't just come back from the West, how did you know about this "Drowning Song"? The young man could not have heard it more clearly this time, his face turned white for a moment, like pulp, and he stiffened his legs and stepped back, but accidentally hit the corner of the cabinet, and the dishes and cups on his face shook a few times, but they did not fall.

She stood still, a chill secreted from her smiling eyes, "What are you panicking about, I just sang the beginning of this song," she said softly, "I advise the people of the world to return the way of heaven." Don't say that you are a baby idiot, you don't know how to repay your resentment, you don't have mercy on your child's life, and your security doesn't pity your life. The life expectancy of the heir is reduced, and when it comes to asking for life, the umbilical cord cannot be eaten. ”

Accompanied by this crying ballad, a dark shadow slowly rose behind her, thin little arms and legs, as if she was a baby. It lay on her back and screamed at the front.

The young man went crazy, he squatted on the ground, held his head in both hands, looked at the figure that was approaching him little by little, and muttered, "Who are you?" You're not her, you must not be her? ”

With a "buzz" in his head, he jerked back to the night he desperately wanted to forget, when he was not yet ten years old, and watched his mother walk in the direction of Yuxi with her newborn niece in her arms, and when she returned, there was only an empty swaddling cloth in her hand. He remembered the child's cry, hoarse, like a kitten.

But if the cries of hundreds and thousands of babies are superimposed, it is the terrible scream just now.

"Don't come here." Tears were left from the eyes of the shopkeeper and fell to the corners of his lips, it was a salty taste, but he didn't realize it.

She casually picked up a piece of plate from the ground, gently slashed it through the neck of the shopkeeper with a sharp corner, cut through his superficial skin, and then let out a sneer from the wing of her nose, "Have you asked your mother?" What does it feel like to kill your own granddaughter with your own hands? ”

"This kind of thing happens to everyone, why is it just for me?" The young man crouched on the ground, watching in horror as beads of blood trickled out from the small wound on his neck.

"Don't worry, I'll treat everyone equally." She looked down at him with a hint of compassion in her eyes.

"Click, click, click, click"

Susan twitched and woke up from her sleep. She was covered in sweat from head to toe, as if wrapped in a slippery layer of skin.

What's ringing?

She held her breath, not daring to move a finger, her eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

"Click, click, click"

The voice came from the side of her head

Susan didn't move, only tilted her eyes to one side, but when she saw what the thing that was still shining in the darkness was, she let out a sigh of relief, and her whole body relaxed: it was her pocket watch, and the edge of the dial was inlaid with a circle of pearls, which reflected a beautiful circle of light in the dark night.

Susan laughed self-deprecatingly in her heart: how could she be so cowardly, so frightened by the pocket watch she had been wearing closely.

Thinking so, she reached out to the side, wanting to touch Amy, this is a habit she developed after becoming a child's mother, as long as she wakes up in the middle of the night, she must look at the child first, and only by touching Amy's small body can she continue to sleep peacefully.

But this time, she was empty.

Susan turned her head in panic, and the hot sweat on her body became cold for a moment, and fell down her spine to the bed: Amy was not in bed, nor anywhere in the house, she was gone, in this hot and humid night, in this unfamiliar deserted place.

At first, there was a glimmer of hope in Susan's heart that Amy might have gone to Mike's house again, after all, she had done it before. But when she hurriedly put on her coat and walked to the door, she heard a small sound coming from the stairs, although it was light, but she could still hear the footsteps of a child, who could it be if it wasn't Amy?

"Amy." She leaned on the railing and looked down, and sure enough, a small figure in a white nightdress was hurrying through the front hall, crossing the threshold, and heading outside.