Yes, a human face.

Plane.

Eyes, nose, lips, and even ears, all on one plane!

Even more terrible, that face,

I'm laughing!

Xiao Ling was so frightened that she took two steps back.

If it weren't for the fact that his right leg, which was already in pain, he didn't dare to bend and stiffened, Xiao Ling would have been sitting on the ground at this moment.

Xiao Ling picked up the hammer and held it tightly in his hand.

In case of an emergency, this is the only weapon of self-defense.

Xiao Ling once again plucked up his courage and walked towards the "smiling face".

Xiao Ling stared at the "smiling face" carefully, slowly approached, and found that the "smile" was very weird.

Especially on the top of the corner of the mouth that curves upwards, there are actually dimples!

Xiao Ling put two rays of light, all at that "smiling face".

Xiao Ling actually felt that the eyes on that "smiling face" actually narrowed!

Xiao Ling got a little closer, and the hammer was raised.

Xiao Ling came closer.

Xiao Ling's eyes swept away, and there was also on the windowsill! A "smiley face"!

Xiao Ling understood: it turned out that this thing was the mark printed on the windowsill!

Xiao Ling's heart was beating wildly.

Xiao Ling used a hammer to pick up that thing again, and it didn't seem to be heavy.

Xiao Ling pulled the thing into the room hard, and the black thing like hair and cloth "flowed" into the room along the windowsill.

It's so long, maybe more than a meter.

Xiao Ling probably understands it now.

It should be an old mop, those long, black strips of cloth that should be moldy.

As for why the mop's board looks like a face, Xiao Ling doesn't know; Why the strip of cloth is like hair, Xiao Ling doesn't know.

Xiao Ling sighed.

Xiao Ling didn't know when there was such a weird mop at home.

Xiao Ling picked up the mop with a hammer and walked out the door.

Long strips of black cloth hung down from the hammer to the ground, and dragged long on the ground.

Take a step, pause a step. After all, Xiao Ling's leg was injured, and his walking was not so smooth.

So, a beautiful woman with long hair and waist, dragging a black mop with "long hair to the floor", oh, "long hair mopping the floor", walked from the black room, walked down the black staircase, and came to the black courtyard.

The three pairs of eyes in the front building were all excited when they saw Xiao Ling returning triumphantly.

Those three pairs of eyes were all frightened when they saw what Xiao Ling was dragging in his hand.

When those three pairs of eyes saw that the thing that Xiao Ling was dragging in his hand was so dark, so long, and there was actually an upside-down "smiling face", they almost had to close.

But you can't close it. If you close it, you won't see the truth.

Those three pairs of eyes, one pair staring at Xiao Ling himself, its owner only cared about whether Xiao Ling was safe or not.

The other two pairs of eyes were staring at the black mass, their owners concerned about what it was that scared them like this.

This small courtyard, just a few dozen steps, seems very long.

An eye is looking forward to going fast so that he can know the truth as soon as possible, but he is also afraid of going fast in case something bad happens.

But Xiao Ling didn't care about these anymore.

The sweat that has just been frightened, the pain that has just been injured and eaten, the joy of just moving from darkness to light.

limping and dragging and pulling, like a general triumphant on the battlefield, and like a refugee fleeing into the wilderness.

Xiao Ling couldn't care about the expectations and concerns of the three pairs of eyes on the other side.

Xiao Ling can only take care of herself.

No matter how long the road is, it will eventually be completed. Not to mention this small yard.

Xiao Ling was only a few steps away from the kitchen.

Mom stood up from the chair she was sitting on, rushed to the door in two steps, and just happened to meet Xiao Ling.

Mom's hands stretched out slightly, as if she wanted to protect Xiao Ling. His eyes looked at Xiao Ling seriously from top to bottom.

Mom looked at Xiao Ling's swollen and sore thighs, and was so distressed that she wanted to squat down.

Mom burst into tears. Xiao Ling couldn't squat down, so she had to bend down to help her mother.

"Mom, let's go out to the room." Xiao Ling knew that he had to give an explanation to the guest.

Xiao Ling hugged her mother, and was also held by her mother, and slowly moved to the front desk.

The little couple is sitting on the sofa at the moment. The girl was still shaking.

Xiao Ling stood far away, not daring to get too close. It's really going to scare the guests away.

"It's just an old mop, don't be afraid." Xiao Ling said.

"I went out and threw it away." As he spoke, Xiao Ling limped out of the gate and threw the things in his hand into the trash can on the street.

Turning around, Xiao Ling persuaded the guests to go back to their rooms to rest.

After all, it's really late. The guests had come from afar after a long journey, and they must have been tired from being so frightened.

The guests also listened to the persuasion and sat for a while before going upstairs.

Mom was still crying, and she was crying when she looked at Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling dragged her swollen and sore legs, walked to the kitchen with her mother, and opened the refrigerator.

Xiao Ling took out a bottle of ice water and put it on the swollen and sore part of her leg.

"Sizzle~~Ah!" Xiao Ling tilted her head in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

How many tears were shed on this day.

Are these tears the taste of life?

Xiao Ling couldn't figure it out.

Xiao Ling didn't think about it for long, and that kind of pain penetrated into his heart again.

Sigh.

Not long after, Xiao Ling fell asleep slowly in his bed, in great pain.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Ling finally woke up.

This, in my own home, in my own bed, what I have been looking forward to for so long, I actually slept so uncomfortably.

Xiao Ling wanted to get up. After all, the sky outside the window was already very bright.

I didn't have my phone with me, and I didn't even know the time.

Xiao Ling struggled for a moment, in pain.

The whole right leg, as if it was a whole strip filled with swelling and pain medicine (if there was such a medicine), did not dare to move at all.

However, I had to move.

There are still customers in the store, and my mother has to take care of it, which has to be done by Xiaoling.

Xiao Ling tried a little harder, and finally sat up. It hurts so much that his eyes are full of stars.

But no matter what you say, no matter how painful it is, no matter how ugly the walking posture is, Xiao Ling still moved to the front desk.

There was no one at the front desk, only Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling called Mom.

Mom didn't come out.

Mom didn't know where to go.

Xiao Ling called out to Aunt Five.

The fifth aunt probably didn't hear it.

It is estimated that the fifth aunt can't hear it in the store.

Xiao Ling didn't dare to move. She can't go anywhere now.

Today's leg is obviously more painful than last night.

Suddenly, the sound of someone talking came from the kitchen, and it became more and more real.

There is the voice of the fifth uncle, and there is the voice of the fifth aunt.

Did the fifth uncle and five aunts go to the yard?

Are they going to the back building?

Xiao Ling wanted to go and see, and tried to stand up, but his leg hurt and he sat down again.

I really don't know how long this leg hurts.

Not long after, the fifth uncle and five aunts walked through the kitchen to the front desk.

And mom.

It turned out that when the fifth aunt came to see her mother in the morning, she saw her mother staring at the back building.

The fifth aunt checked the back building and found a problem, so she called the fifth uncle.

So, they went to the back building and saw the door that had been smashed by Xiao Ling.

The fifth uncle saw Xiao Ling at the front desk, so he put the things in his hand on the table at the front desk.

"Xiao Ling, how can you smash this lock?!" The fifth uncle said very seriously and seriously.

"Uncle, I'm ......" Xiao Ling stood up and wanted to explain, but his legs hurt and tears came out all of a sudden.

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?" The fifth aunt hurriedly came over to see Xiao Ling.

"Xiao Ling, didn't you see what's on this lock?" The fifth uncle asked.