Captain Fei walked out of the dilapidated wooden house, raised his hand and stretched out a palm,

Tick

A raindrop smashed into the palm of his hand.

At this moment, it was drizzling outside the house, and in the distance of the sky, there was a dull thunder fading away.

Captain Fei felt the temperature of his body, looked at the drizzle in front of him, and the thunder that was gradually moving away, spring rain?

Does it happen around March, April and May?

Captain Fei's eyes groaned.

At this time, as the thunder went away, the rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds above the head dissipated, and the sun gradually shone down, and the rain cleared.

Captain Fei closed his eyes and slightly felt the warmth of the sun shining on the skin of his cheeks, and then felt the cool breeze after the spring rain, the wind was mixed with the smell of fish on the fishing nets that had been wet by the rain, and everything in front of him was so real.

"Since it's a memory playback, then the main body of resentment will appear soon......" Captain Fei suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of essence, and the expression on his face was very calm and calm.

He looked in front of him,

a lake,

a pier,

A dilapidated wooden house,

Not far away, there are scattered houses built along the lake, and there are a few fishing boats docked on the shore, these fishing boats are very old-fashioned fishing boats.

Some are like the most common canopy boats in the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River in the era before the liberation of the country.

The canopy is woven into a semicircle with bamboo strips, covering the hull tightly, people can make a fire in it to cook, eat, drink and sleep; and there are long and short wood pulp, people can use their hands and feet to paddle at the same time, which has many advantages of being long and narrow on the ship, small underwater resistance, and not delaying the transportation of goods and people.

The environment in front of me is obvious, this is a small fishing village that lives on the lake, the whole fishing village is only a few dozen families, very small, and this small fishing village is still very backward and poor.

"Is this a memory that happened in the last century?"

"Huh?"

Captain Fei was suddenly surprised, turned his head to look at the dilapidated wooden house behind him, and saw that the original house was surrounded by four walls, except for him, in the empty wooden house, I don't know when under the very high, not like a square wooden table for children, squatting with his hands and knees squatting.

Perhaps because of the poverty and backwardness of this era, the little boy was severely malnourished, and his almost skinny bones were as thin as firewood. But what was even more strange was that the little boy was covered in a wide adult coat that did not match his size, covering all the skin that could be exposed.

"A square table, but four stools as tall as a table... This should be a family of three, or a family of four. Is it because my parents are not here because they continue to go out fishing to subsidize poor families on such rainy days?"

"What about this little boy hiding under the table? This little boy is the beginning of everything?"

Captain Fei didn't act immediately.

He knew that the evil spirit sealed in the underworld had not really appeared, and now it was just a kind of memory replay, no matter how much he did, it would be in vain, so he waited quietly, but he was always vigilant and careful, ready to fight back at any time.

He was not worried about the safety of his old comrades.

Dealing with a scene like the one in front of him is what his old comrade-in-arms who has awakened his spiritual ability is good at, and he is even more comfortable than him.

At this moment, the rain has passed and the sun is getting stronger.

The little boy under the table seemed to be afraid of the sun, nervously wrapped around his adult clothes, and shrunk back under the wooden table.

"Is it because you're afraid of being exposed to the sun?" Captain Fei could only passively watch the memory replay in front of him.

"Ah Liang, come out and play together. ”

"Ah Liang, let's go to the reeds by the lake to catch small crabs. ”

"Ah Liang, it's fishing season, and the adults have gone to the county town to catch the fish market. ”

A group of children living in the fishing village came to the cabin and shouted, but at this time, it was still the memory of the resentful spirit, and they couldn't see Captain Fei.

"You, you, are you really willing to play with me? Aren't you afraid of me?" said the little boy who hid under the table with his legs crossed, his voice full of surprise and longing.

Since he was a child, he has been frail and sickly, he can only be locked in the house all the time, and he has been isolated and excluded by his peers, and being able to play with his peers and integrate into his peers has always been what he longs for the most.

"But, before my father and mother left, they told me not to leave the house. Just as the little boy was about to climb out under the table with joy, he looked at the sunlight leaking through the cracks in the room, and he retreated with some hesitation.

"The adults aren't here now, so we're sneaking out to play, and we're going to come back before they come back, and we're sure we won't be discovered. ”

"Ah Liang, come out and play with us. ”

The children persuaded together, and in the end, the little boy hiding under the table showed a happy smile for the first time, and he was wearing the wide clothes of adults, and he tried his best to cover himself tightly, he was a little afraid of the sun, but he still ran out happily to find the children to play with.

"This fool really thought we were going to play with him. ”

"Shhhhh ”

"Haha, yes, yes, yes, let's see how we play tricks on him later. ”

"I heard that he has always had a strange disease, and he has been wrapping himself in adult clothes, and he never shows his face. Such a weirdo, how could anyone play with him, a fool deserves to be bullied. ”

"My grandfather told me that he might not be human. ”

"It's not a human, is it a ghost?"

"If you are human, how can you be afraid of the sun and hide at home all the time to avoid the sun?"

"Let's expose him, see if this stupid boy is a human or a ghost, and then we'll strip him of his clothes. ”

"Well, well, my favorite game is ghost hunting. ”

Captain Fei looked at the little boy Ah Liang who happily walked in front because he was finally recognized by his peers, and then listened to the conversation of several children who were deliberately a few steps behind, and his brows furrowed.

There was a hint of unbearability in his eyes, even though he knew that this was a memory replay, which had already happened in the last century, he couldn't help but feel a little compassionate.

But at the same time, he knew very well that he was powerless to stop everything in front of him until the memory replay was over.

"Ah Liang, there's a little crab here, hurry up, catch it. ”

"Where? Why didn't I see it?"

"Your clothes are so big that they obscure your vision, how can you see the little crab when it's so small, how can you catch a little crab when you take off your clothes and go down to the reeds. ”

"You can't take off this clothes! I'll help you find the little crabs on the shore, or we'll play on the shore, it's too dangerous in the water." ”

Poof!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, and then the sound of Ah Liang struggling in the water and shouting for help was heard.

"Haha, fool, you really thought we would play with you, you actually believed it, hahaha. ”

"Do fools want clothes, swim to the shore yourself and catch us, and we will give you clothes. ”

"Come and get us, haha. ”

However, soon there were screams of terror from the shore, and the little boy who was struggling in the lake, without his skin covered by clothing, began to turn red and purple, and the patches of skin began to turn red and purple, and patches of skin began to erode and ulcerate.

"Help!

The children were frightened, and after a few minutes, Ah Liang grabbed the reeds on the shore, put on his original clothes that had been discarded on the ground, and then fled from the shore like a frightened deer, and ran all the way home, hiding himself deep under the table.

Wet all over, the intense pain caused by the burning of his skin made him cry in pain.

"I just want someone to play with. ”

"I don't want to be scary, I really just want someone to play with me... Dad, mother, Ah Hao hurts, my body really hurts!"

Captain Fei watched in silence as the skin on the little boy's body was festering and bleeding.

"Porphyry (bǔ) disease patients?"

Porphyria, which is a genetic disorder, can be born or acquired. Patients with porphyria are sensitive to light, and once exposed to the sun, skin inflammation, erosion, scabs, ulcers, atrophy, edema, etc. will occur, and the body's immunity is even more fragile, even minor abrasions can form erosions.

This genetic disease, in the developed Western world, was not officially recognized until the 18th century. And because the number of sick people is extremely rare, there are very few people in the Western world who know about porphyria, let alone the backward and ignorant ancients who have not yet liberated the whole country.

"Hmm, the memory playback hasn't ended yet, and the evil spirits in the artifact haven't come out yet?"

"Even if you are pushed into the water by them, at this time, you still don't resent the world?"

"What could be more painful than what is in front of you to make you start to resent this world?!"

Just when Captain Fei was silent, the voices of many people suddenly came from outside the house, and then in the little boy's crying, shouting and struggling, he was brutally grabbed out of the table by the adults who barbaraged in, punched and kicked out of the house.

In the ancestral hall of the fishing village, the little boy saw his parents and parents, who had been beaten to the point of bleeding and tied to two wooden pillars in the firewood pile.

"Dad!"

The little boy's emaciated body shrunk under the wet adult's clothes, the skin on the back of his hand ulcerated, revealing bloody holes, and he struggled to save his parents, but was kicked and knocked over several times.

"Burn them, burn them!"

"This family of three is definitely not human, only ghosts are afraid of the sun, they must have given birth to a ghost fetus!"

There was a cacophony mixed with the angry scolding voices of the villagers.

The little boy desperately explained that he was not a ghost, he was a human, he just wanted someone to play with him, and he really didn't mean to be scary. The villagers didn't believe him and asked him to take off his clothes to prove himself.

Only people are not afraid of the sun.

"Xiaoliang, don't!"

The parents, who were tied to the pyre and beaten to the point by the villagers, cried out in grief, but the little boy hesitated, and he still took off the clothes that had been protecting him.

It's a scene of extreme cruelty.

Exposing a porphyria patient to the sun is more painful than Ling Chi's punishment, not to mention that this is just a child, the little boy is crying in pain, and he is still explaining that he is really a human being, begging the village chief and the villagers not to burn his parents.

"It's been half an hour, and he's not dead yet, is it really our misunderstanding, it's really just a strange disease?"

"Let's take a look at it for another half hour. ”

The villagers looked at the little boy on the ground who was already dying, and discussed.

"There is no disease in this world that can't see the sun, either it's not a person, or it's an evil spirit, I've asked people to go to the county town to find a master to come to the village to exorcise evil spirits, if your life is hard, as long as you can honestly wait for someone to come, wait until you exorcise evil, we will let you and your parents go." In the ancestral hall, the village chief looked indifferently at the little boy dying on the ground, and the little boy's parents tied to a wooden stake.

Captain Fei has been watching the development in front of him, even at this time, the little boy is still gritting his teeth to support the last trace of lamp oil in his life, he has not died, and he has not yet resented this world.

He's waiting,

He's waiting for time,

The time has not come, and he must not die.

I can't die!

I can't die!

The little boy stayed up from afternoon to evening, but the people who had to wait did not come, and the villagers gradually lost patience, and some people began to clamor for burning to death the three people who had brought misfortune to the village.

"Burn them!"

"Burn them!"

Click... The village chief took out a piece of a dilapidated foreigner's pocket watch that had been around for some years, rusted badly, and almost the entire rust, he glanced at the time of the pocket watch, and waved his hand indifferently: "It's 8:45 p.m., and the people who went to the county seat to find the masters have not returned, and they have been burned!"

"We must not leave evil people in our village, otherwise it will bring disaster to the whole village!"

Bang!

The kerosene lamp shattered, and kerosene became the fastest accelerant, instantly turning into two raging fires that devoured the two people tied to the stake, and let out a terrible scream.

"Dad!"

"Liars, liars, you're all big liars!"

"I'm already waiting! I'm not being dishonest!"

"Why do you still burn my father and my mother!"

The dying little boy, whose flesh and blood were blurred by the sun, let out a hoarse cry.

"You're resentful? You're angry?"

"Who called you, an unclean person, brought disaster to your father and mother, and the person who really killed your father and mother with his own hands is actually you!" The village chief and the villagers collectively blamed the innocent little boy on the ground who was dying with blood and flesh.

"No! I didn't!"

"You say, didn't I kill my father!"

The little boy's head on the ground suddenly rotated ninety degrees, his face turned behind him at a strange angle, and his two eyes were as hollow as dead fish eyes, lifeless, staring straight in the direction of Captain Fei.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. Let the deceased be at peace, and let the living regain liberation. Captain Fei swiped his palms, and he already held two thin wind blades in his hands.

"You say, didn't I kill my father!"

The little boy whose face rotated ninety degrees to the back didn't listen to Captain Fei's words, and still repeated the same sentence lifelessly.

But the next moment!

The skin, which was seriously peeled off and the thin body with blurred flesh and blood, suddenly stood up straight, and with his neck facing back, the person pounced on Captain Fei.

......

And at this moment, in the other direction of Li Zhi's community, the No. 6 Middle School of Xushi City.

When the wall clock hands go to 8:45 p.m.,

Outside the door of the school's security room, which had been closed, there was a sudden sound of rapid slapping, and there seemed to be the messy footsteps of children... Something outside the security guard is trying to get in.