Xia Ran, who was full of danger signals, walked in the corridor on the fourth floor with an indifferent expression.

This place is not quite the same as the third floor, the middle is separated by an elevator wall, and you can't see the scene on the opposite side, like an ancient copper coin.

As soon as Xia Ran came to the fourth floor, he felt close to the runaway person who was hiding.

Because on the fourth floor, the aroma of the food is much stronger, a bit like walking into the back kitchen of a restaurant.

All the closed doors were filled with cacophony of sounds, unusually clear.

The TV is broadcasting the evening news, which should be a local station, and it is the incident of a girl falling from a building in Xiangjiang Garden, Ludao City, two years ago.

The sound is so clear that it's like sitting on the couch watching TV.

There are couples who are talking while holding their meals and chewing on their mouths.

"Where did you say Sister Chen on the seventh floor, husband?"

"Huh? Why do you care about so many things? ”

"Ouch, I just feel sorry for that little girl, my mother disappeared like this inexplicably, how pitiful she is. If I had a child, I would not abandon her like this. ”

"Want to have a baby? Shall we build one at night? ”

"Don't do it, you dead ghost~"

The sound of the conversation between the two was so clear that it felt like they were sitting at the same table eating.

In particular, the woman's coquettish voice made people feel numb.

However, Xia Ran didn't feel it at all, not only did he not feel it, but his brows were still slightly furrowed.

Fang Zhe's memory, he was able to share.

He is also very clear about the tragic events that took place in this building two years ago.

Walking to the door where the little couple laughed and chatted, Xia Ran raised his foot and kicked the door, and suddenly the door was kicked away, and screams came from the house.

When I walked in, I saw that two dried corpses were sitting at the dining table eating, on the table, there were dishes and chopsticks, but those plates containing vegetables, only on them were covered with mold, and there were clumps of blue-black substance.

Some are even overgrown with maggots.

Xia Ran seemed to ignore everything in the house, including the two stunned dried corpses.

The reason why he broke in was only to feel that there was a slight band of magnetic field in this room from the runaway person.

"Who are you! Why did you kick my door away! FBI: Ah, you! Hmmm! ”

The male corpse who rushed over to theorize didn't get close to Xia Ran, but Xia Ran reached out and grabbed his mouth and lifted it up.

Another female corpse continued to stand at the table, shivering and screaming.

Holding the dried corpse in one hand and looking around the room, after making sure that he could not feel the magnetic field of the runaway man, he casually threw the dried corpse in his hand away, trying to leave the room.

However, as soon as he approached the entrance, two pairs of dry and slender hands suddenly broke through the walls on both sides, one left and one right, and directly grabbed the shoulders on both sides of his body.

The dry ten fingers desperately tried to penetrate the clothes and cut into Xia Ran's skin, but found that there was a thick layer of hindrance.

Xia Ran, who was not panicked at all, raised his hands and brushed them away, leaving aside the thin arms that grabbed his shoulders at both ends, and then immediately grabbed his two hands into the wall.

In this way, the two dried corpses were grabbed by his hands and dragged out of the wall.

As if he were carrying two chickens, he grabbed the heads of the two dried corpses, dragged them to the ground, and then walked to the balcony of the room, looking at the dark scene below, like looking at the abyss.

First with his left hand, then with his right hand, he threw the two dried corpses from the upper floor.

During the whole process, Xia Ran didn't say a word, nor did he have any expression.

It's like throwing away a bag of garbage, so mundane and boring.

He clapped his hands, slapped the dirt from the walls that had been stained on his hands, squinted at the two little couples who didn't dare to move, and walked towards the door.

When he left, he deliberately stayed close to the wall.

It's like wishing there were a few more scenes from the hallway.

As soon as I walked to the door, I took another step, and I was completely out of this room.

Abnormally, it did not reappear, and the two small dry corpses in the room who were snuggled up to each other stretched their necks in anticipation of the rapid departure of this terrifying uninvited guest.

Xia Ran suddenly stopped, and he didn't step out of the door for a long time.

He thought about it, turned around and walked into the house, and came to the little couple.

Didn't wait for the two dried corpses to react.

Xia Ran stretched out his two hands, and with a slap like this, the two dried corpses that were already nestled together collided violently with each other.

In an instant, the dust mist was emitted through the collision.

Looking at the two slowly falling corpses, Xia Ran clapped his hands again, and he didn't feel satisfied, nor was he a bad taste.

I just felt that I wanted to kill, and then I killed.

It's as simple as that.

When he stepped out of the room and returned to the fourth-floor corridor, he found that the entire corridor had changed.

On the ceiling, the withered yellow and thin arms descended vertically, like weeping willows, dense, and swaying without wind.

The tips of each hanging finger were a few centimeters away from the tip of Xia Ran's hair.

On the wall, faces with closed eyes appear on the wall, like reliefs, there are men and women, children and old people, the expressions of these faces are very calm, the shriveled face is severely dehydrated, the skin is wrinkled, and the cheekbones are obviously raised.

Facing him, a strong man like an iron tower, holding a little girl's hand, walked happily in the direction of Xia Ran.

With every step the strong man took, the dense arms above him brushed the top of his head and cheeks, as if gently caressing.

However, Chen Jielong didn't feel anything at all.

In his perspective, this corridor was full of laughter and the aroma of delicious food, but it was empty.

The little girl next to her looked very cute, like a doll, holding her hand, as if she was holding her own sister.

So, he let the little girl take him by the hand and lead him along.

Although, Chen Jielong has no sister.

He is not like Zheng Siming, who had a miserable childhood, and he is not like Fang Zhe, whose family changed suddenly.

is not like Yang Haixin, who lost his beloved.

He was an orphan and grew up in a welfare home.

Because he looked stupid, no one adopted him for a long time, and because of his huge amount of food, he was deceived by the director of the welfare institute at that time into a remote mountain village and sold it to a family.

The family that adopted him raised Chen Jielong like a cow.

The people who live in it are cowsheds, and the food they eat is leftovers.

When the harvest is bad, what they eat is really hay like cattle.

Chen Jielong is doing all the big and small affairs at home, and he is also doing the farming.

He worked very hard and was obedient, because the owner of the house would whip the ox and hit him much less often.

It's just that if you work diligently, there are also bad points.

When he completes his own tasks, other farmers' farmers will spend grain to hire Chen Jielong, after all, people are sometimes better than oxen.

At the very least, people can understand words, but cattle can't.

At the very least, the child doesn't dare to resist, and he can deal with him as much as he wants, but the cow can't, and the cow is in a hurry, but it will kick its hooves fiercely.

The days went on like this, day by day.

Chen Jielong also forgot when he became out of control.

It seems that there is one more girl in the village, a little girl who was abducted and trafficked, and became the daughter-in-law of an old man.

The little girl often came to the field to look for Chen Jielong, and the two walked hand in hand on the field.

Then one day, the old man came to the house owner with a little girl who was half-beaten and crippled, saying that Chen Jielong stole his daughter-in-law.

The opening is 10,000 yuan.

The owner of the house definitely disagreed, after all, Chen Jielong only spent 5,000 yuan to buy it, and the little girl was worth 8,000.

A deaf and dumb person is worth a little more than this ox-like boy just because he can pass on his ancestry.

The old man and the owner of the house quarreled, and the whip fell on Chen Jielong, who was standing aside and trembling, the number of times was not less, and the intensity was not reduced.

The little girl who fell to the ground smiled stupidly at Chen Jielong.

She knew in her heart that Chen Jielong was stealing his daughter-in-law, obviously he was sick, and he was dying of illness, and the old man wanted to make up for the loss with money.

But he clearly helped the old man earn money and came back.

Those men in the village, who come to the old man's house every night, give them enough money to buy two of themselves, right?

The little girl looked at Chen Jielong stupidly, Chen Jielong endured the pain of the leather whip on him, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile and respond to the little girl.

The girl felt that she had to do something, and she thought she had seen the light, but she found that it seemed to be darker darkness.

She remembered hearing from someone who had told her that she had killed herself by biting her tongue.

However, when she was abducted by traffickers, her tongue had been cut off, and she didn't die.

The eardrum was also pierced at that time.

She saw the scythe used to cut straw in Chen Jielong's hand, and her eyes finally fell there, squeezing out a smile.

With all her strength, the little girl begged silently.

Chen Jielong nodded, indicating that he understood.

He is, really understood.

That day, in a remote mountain village, a young man covered in blood and dark skin held a broken sickle in his hand, and the only remaining knife was full of chips.

In the village, he was the only one left to breathe, except for the livestock.

He carried the body of the little girl and walked on the small dirt road in the field, smiling stupidly and with two tears, but he couldn't stop it.

He was sold here by the director of the welfare home, and he didn't cry.

He was tended like a cow, and he didn't cry.

Even when the owner of the house whipped him with a leather whip, and the other farmers who rented him to work, the homemade cigarettes burned him, he did not cry.

Only this time, he cried, and it was the first time he cried.

After finding a piece of land, Chen Jielong gently put the little girl down, he ran to the field, washed his bloodstained hands with muddy water, and washed it several times before he ran to the little girl and began to dig the soil.

The ground was very hard, his nails were broken, and his fingertips were broken and bloody, but he was still digging hard.

Obviously, there was the half-broken sickle not far away, but Chen Jielong just didn't want the blood of those people to defile the place where the little girl would sleep in the future.

He chose the land because little girls would often come here to pick the wildflowers and weave them into garlands to give to herself.

Even if those flowers smell stinky, Chen Jielong still likes it very much, and even thinks that he is as beautiful as a little girl.

The pit was finally dug up, and the little girl's body was put in.

Chen Jielong began to fill the soil with his scarred hands that were stained with blood.

After filling it in, he plucked all the wild flowers from the entire hillside and sprinkled them on the grave bag where the little girl was buried.

Then the most conspicuous and beautiful one was inserted on the top of the grave bag.

Holding the grave bag, Chen Jielong fell asleep like this.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the second day, and the sun was shining on his face.

A man in a trench coat and a strange hat was squatting on the sidelines, smoking a cigarette, quietly watching him.

It's like guarding, and it's like remembering something.

After a while, the man let out a long breath of smoke and said lazily, "Come with me." ”

Chen Jielong nodded, and shook his head again: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"What do you like to eat?"

"As long as it's not hay, it's eaten by people."

"Meat buns, tube full, okay?"

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Don't worry, I contacted the master and asked him to send you a tombstone, as well as various wreath offerings, before you died, you can't do anything for others, after people die, you must always be decent."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, the cost of these supplies will be deducted from your future salary."