Mr. Bai knew that his family's human skin was thin-skinned, so he continued to pretend to be stupid, and did not puncture the embarrassment of Mei's Chinese New Year's Eve. But perhaps because she has read too many books, or maybe she is too strict with herself, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve can blame herself deeply by relying on her own mental activities. So he could only empty his brain, stayed in Mr. Bai's guest room for one night, and hurriedly sent Mr. Bai to the optical store the next morning.

When I got home, it was rare that my roommate Zhou Wei was also at home, and what was even more rare was that Zhou Weiwei didn't sleep lazy on Saturday, and he also cooked a pot of millet porridge and put it on the table in the corridor. Teacher Mei nestled in the sofa in the guest room the night before, looking at the ceiling with his eyes open for a night, at this moment there were two bright dark circles on his face, as if possessed by a national treasure, and a short layer of stubble appeared on his chin, so he didn't have the mood to take care of his roommates, just nodded slightly and did his politeness, and went straight to his room.

Now he just wants to take a shower, change his clothes, sleep, and then think about whether to confess to Mr. Bai and apologize when he wakes up.

Obviously, Zhou Wei, who saw him come back in the morning, was very surprised: his good student roommate, who had strictly abided by various rules and regulations since his college days, had also learned not to return at night; And the first time I didn't go home at night, I made myself so decadent.

But that's not the point.

"Thirty, where did you go last night? Why are you coming back now? Zhou Weizhuo pulled his slippers to meet him, and took the bag in Mei's hand on Chinese New Year's Eve with some courtesy.

"Something happened yesterday, I went to the hospital with a friend, and I didn't sleep much all night." Mei didn't want to talk much about her roommate on Chinese New Year's Eve. In fact, since he lost his job last year, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve felt as if Zhou Wei had changed as a person. Although his roommate was a scumbag before, he was very lively and sunny, and he spoke funny, which is why many girls like Zhou Wei; But now Zhou Wei, although he still looks cheerful, his words and laughter are secretly mixed with some indescribable gloom, which makes him feel strange and a little resistant.

This emotion often occurs when he has to suppress his mood and is forced to communicate with people he doesn't know well for work or other important matters. But how could an acquaintance who had been with him for five years feel resistant?

And today's Zhou Wei is really weird.

A rough man who usually doesn't help when the oil bottle is poured will get up early in the morning and take the initiative to cook a pot of millet porridge, and he hasn't cooked the paste pot yet?

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was a little suspicious, but his mind was now full of last night's affairs, and he didn't support thinking about more problems at all, and his mood was not very good, so he didn't bother to pay attention to Zhou Wei. Anyway, in a few days, he will move to an old-fashioned neighborhood near the school, and no matter what his roommate wants to be, it will have nothing to do with him.

So what he didn't know was that when he took the towel and went to the shower, Zhou Wei entered his room, flipped through the old clothes he had changed into the talisman that Mr. Bai had given him before, and threw it directly down the window.

The faucet was unscrewed, the water of the shower was drenched, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve did not hold back, and a scene in the fog of last night appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but spit on his shamelessness again, so he had to turn off the shower first, take a shower gel, and then turn out the shaving cream and razor from the messy toiletries where he was not at home all night. When he took the razor and gestured it to his face in the mirror, his fingers twitched, and the blade of the razor slashed through the skin, leaving a bright red cut on his chin.

The newly replaced mirror, after a winter of silence, appeared again with blood-red handwriting.

…… Kill you...... Fast......

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve trembled her fingers and tried to erase the handwriting, but she couldn't erase it.

He only felt that the whole person was not good, so he hurriedly washed off the foam all over his body, wiped the towel twice and put on his clean pajamas, his wet hair was still dripping with water, and a small patch of dark color was wet on the collar of his pajamas. He ran back to the south house in a panic and searched around, only to find that his phone was missing.

He remembered it clearly, and it was on the desk.

"Thirty, why don't you finish the porridge and go to sleep." I don't know when, Zhou Wei stood at the door of his room, holding a bowl of millet porridge in his hand, and said with great concern, "You haven't eaten breakfast, it's not good for your body to have an empty stomach." ”

His tone is so weird, as if he was a freshman rehearsing a sketch in the class, and Zhou Wei played an old lady who touched porcelain. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve thought so, and saw Zhou Wei's decadent and handsome face, and another face suddenly appeared!

It was a wizened old woman, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth in one place, wrinkled like a pecan; All that was left of her full mouth were the upper and lower pairs of canine teeth, which protruded beyond her shriveled lips; Her eyes were just as shriveled, but they glowed with a strange light, and red bloodshot covered the withered eyeballs, writhing in the whites of her eyes like two litters of earthworms.

"Okay." Mei Chinese New Year's Eve knew how dry his voice sounded, and he could only hope that the other party would attribute his abnormality to the after-effects of staying up all night. He tried his best to control his heartbeat, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and pretended to be too sleepy to move, slowly walking towards his "roommate", asking "Is there any pickles in the refrigerator?" while reaching out his hands to pick up the bowl of porridge.

Zhou Wei did not doubt him, he just wanted to quickly coax Mei Chinese New Year's Eve to drink this bowl of millet porridge with ingredients, and regardless of whether there were pickles in the refrigerator, he handed the porridge bowl to Mei Chinese New Year's Eve, and said casually: "You drink first, I'll get it." ”

Now is the time!

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve suddenly became difficult, lifted the bowl of hot porridge all over Zhou Wei's face, made sure to cover his eyes, and then took the situation to push people into the room, pushed open the security door, and escaped. He had never run so fast, his heart and lungs screaming desperately in his chest, his throat dry as if it were about to crack. Mei stumbled down the stairs on Chinese New Year's Eve and reached hard to push the locked alloy door on the first floor.

However, the door of the unit, which opens when pushed on weekdays, cannot be opened today anyway.

The corridor was filled with a black mist, and the sound of rustling behind him sounded, as if a herd of arthropods were crawling, and their sharp feet made a sound that made people's eardrums ache and scalp tingle on the concrete floor. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve looked back and saw that Zhou Wei was already standing behind him, with some rice grains and soup hanging on his sloppy vest, and his face was burned with patches of bubbles, but it was cyan, which looked particularly terrifying.

Zhou Wei suddenly laughed, and the magnetic man's voice mixed with the old woman's rough voice, which looked ridiculous and terrifying: "You can't run." ”

He clenched his collar in despair.

It's so dark.

It's cold.

This is where it is.

The young boy sat up from the bottom of the mossy well, rubbed his swollen ankles, looked up at a small patch of starry sky overhead, and vaguely remembered that he had been coaxed by his sixth cousin into the dry well in the mountain behind the old house.

How do I get back? He tried to get up, only to find that his ankle was swollen in a large circle, most likely broken.

Just as he was panicking, the mouth of the well suddenly went dark, and something jumped from above—it was a tall man in a red robe, wearing a formidable bronze mask.

It was clear that this man was not human.

He had heard the story of an old horse monkey eating a child, and knew that demons were not good creatures. The child was afraid that he would also be caught by the monster, so he broke off his arms and legs and chewed them as turnips, so he had to move away desperately, but he was still grabbed by the monster by the waist and legs, and hugged him horizontally.

The big demon weighed the amount in his hand, and said distressedly: "Why is it light, haven't you eaten well?" ”

He just thought that this monster was disgusted with the lack of a few catties of meat on his body, his face was pale, his hands and feet trembled, and his eyes were full of begging when he looked at the big demon: "I, I'm not delicious, can you let me go?" ”

"How can I eat you? It's too late to feel distressed. The big demon sighed and sat on the ground, took the little child to his knees, wrapped it in his arms, took off his shoes, and gently rubbed his red and swollen ankles, "I don't want to send you back." I want to bring you to my house, to give you the best snacks, to dress you in the best clothes, to read you books that have long since been lost in this world...... Little by little, I want to watch you grow taller, grown, and grow into ...... Someone who looks like your ancestor's master. ”

The young boy's originally stiff body slowly relaxed, although he didn't quite understand what kind of person the ancestor's master was, but he could hear from the tone of the big demon that what this monster said was sincere, and he wasn't lying to him.

The big demon sniffed the milk on his body nostalgically, scratched the young child's nose affectionately, and wiped the dust off his cheeks with his thumb, and his pity was overflowing: "-But I can't." I promised your grandfather that I couldn't secretly take you to the inhuman world. ”

"The inhuman world?" He opened his black grape-like eyes, like a newborn calf, and looked at the pair of golden red snake eyes behind the mask in ignorance.

What is the inhuman world?

"I'll tell you when you're older." The big demon hugged the child so gently that he suddenly exerted force in his hand, and there was a crisp "gaba" sound between the bones, and the dislocated ankle joint returned to its place; The child in his arms was startled, bit his lip and said nothing, but his whole body trembled with pain.

The big demon stroked his thin back distressedly, and patted him lightly: "Sleep, when you wake up, you will be home, this is just a dream, a dream that I can't remember." Next time, let me find out, he can't take care of you, I'll really steal you......"

Mei finally woke up on Chinese New Year's Eve.

He looked out the window at the colorful sky, instinctively struggled twice, and found that his hands and feet were tied.

Fang Cai's dreams were too clear, and they were obviously memories of his childhood. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve finally figured out why Sister Lobby would be ruthless in cleaning up the sixth cousin...... But that's not the point.

The point is that although the big demon in the dream is wearing a mask, his voice feels very familiar to him.

So this time, is he going to come over and steal himself?