Because of the opportunity of that day, Xiao He found that after having physical contact with some pedestrians, he could often see a black face behind those people. It's just that the black face can't speak, and after glancing at Xiao He, he disappeared.

Of course, those people, like the pedestrians he had seen on the first night, had unexpectedly died in front of Xiao He a few minutes later, and the death was no different from the hallucinations that had appeared in his mind.

The normal ones were either in a car accident or died suddenly due to illness, while those who were not normal were either stoned to death by buns thrown down from upstairs, or suffocated to death by covering their faces with oncoming plastic bags...... Xiao He didn't dare to go back, he had been wandering outside for a few days, and after the death of the eighth person, Xiao He finally couldn't sit still.

He thought that he should hide in the deep mountains and old forests for the rest of his life, otherwise more people would die because of his abnormal hand. Xiao He also thought of a way to wrap layers of thick cloth around his hands, but it was useless, and his death was even more bizarre.

It was a roadside stall selling wontons, Xiao He ordered a bowl of wontons, the owner was a fifty or sixty-year-old man with his seven or eight-year-old granddaughter, the old man was busy cooking wontons, and the girl was helping to find money, and the grandfather and grandson worked together in an orderly manner.

The little girl had a pair of watery eyes, and one second she was still asking Xiao He's hand with concern, but the next second it was just because she inadvertently touched Xiao He's arm when she was looking for money. But this time, Xiao He didn't see the black face, nor did he see the tragic face of the girl when she died, and his heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, about a quarter of an hour later, when Xiao He was complacent that his method had finally ruined his name as the "Grim Reaper" for the past few days, the accident happened again.

The girl died, very peacefully, without a trace of pain, it was a high concentration of CO poisoning. However, given the open environment at the time, this was simply not possible.

So, after getting the news through the channel, Xiao He's heart was not calm again.

After Uncle Geng left, the only person in the world who managed him disappeared, and he thought that except for Nanzhi, who couldn't take care of himself, no one would care about him for no reason. So, after sending a message to Nanzhi and arranging his three meals a day in the future, he made up his mind that he also wanted to learn from the world's masters and go to the mountains to avoid the limelight.

Xiao He has always adhered to the habit of going out at night, he walks on a deserted path, there are a few mountains in Qingzhou City, he dozes off in the trees during the day, and at night he looks for some vegetables and fruits in the nearby farmland or directly in the mountains to find some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger.

In a trance, he had the illusion that he was a murderer wanted by the police, but he also knew in his heart that only in this way could he avoid meeting more people and avoid those strangers from dying because of him. This frustration of watching others die in front of him but not being able to do anything about it made him depressed.

He hadn't met a living person for a few days, and the guilt in his heart eased a little, Xiao He, who had been hiding for the past few days, felt that he had aged a lot, and looked at such a big mountain in front of him and inadvertently had the idea of playing in the mountains and rivers. On this day, he happened to encounter a bamboo forest, and saw that there was a deserted house in it, thinking that he had been living on a tree all the time, in case it rained it would be bad, so he thought about staying temporarily.

The bamboo forest is very large, and it is late at night after cleaning up for a while, and a few days of hiding have already made Xiao He physically and mentally haggard.

The wind at night was a little strong, and there seemed to be a hazy drizzle in the sky, and before I knew it, the door panel that was temporarily moved by Xiao He from outside to block the scenery had been overturned on the ground.

Xiao He was not woken up by the sound of the door falling, nor by the sudden change in the weather, on the contrary, he was woken up by a strange nursery rhyme.

It was very dark, there was a bustling light rain outside, the wind blew the bamboo forest, and the water droplets on the fallen leaves also snapped on the ground, and all kinds of sounds were mixed, but he still heard a trace of strangeness clearly.

This is a deserted house, a low house with blue bricks and black tiles, the outside of the house is full of bamboo forests, there is a stone table in the front yard of the house, and when he came, there were still flowers growing near the stone table, and there were more weeds than flowers, and it seemed that this place had been abandoned for a long time. He had been observing this place for a long time, and only after making sure that there were no people within a radius of several miles, did he make up his mind to stay temporarily, but now in this barren mountain and wild place, he actually heard the sound of nursery rhymes.

How can this not be weird?

"You shoot one, I shoot one, a peacock wears a flower dress; You shoot two, I shoot two, two kangaroos hug the pocket; You shoot three, I shoot three, three little sheep learn to climb the mountain......"

He leaned against the wall, and gradually drifted to the backyard of the house with the sound, the sound of children's joy was getting closer and closer, and Xiao He's heart also raised his throat, now he was afraid of the living, but if he encountered unclean things in the wilderness, he was still afraid.

The rain stopped, the wind was quiet, only the water droplets on the fallen leaves in the forest were still dripping, like a sleepless tune knocking on his soul silently, Xiao He shuddered, the sound of nursery rhymes became clearer, and this time he saw the source of the sound.

There was an old well in the courtyard, and on the edge of that well sat two little girls with pigtails, one eight or nine years old, and the other five or six. The two sisters were wearing a red dress, and most of their clothes were soaked in water, and they seemed to have been here for a long time.

In the middle of them lay a black cat, which was very leisurely crooked on his sister's lap, squinting, and wagging its tail again and again, but strangely its hair did not seem to be stained with the slightest drop of water.

The two sisters were playing happily, humming nursery rhymes happily, playing the beat in their hands, and the black cat closed their eyes and kept their minds, they didn't seem to notice Xiao He's approach.

It's just that after watching it for a long time, Xiao He also noticed the difference between the two, the elder sister's eyes were dull, and her movements were as mechanical as marionettes, but her younger sister was bright-eyed and full of evil energy.

“…… You shoot four, I shoot four, the sparrow steals the little watermelon; You shoot five, I shoot five, five cats catch mice......"

Just when Xiao He was close to the two sisters, the nursery rhyme suddenly stopped, and the cat also raised its tail as if it had exploded, and looked at Xiao He coldly, but the two sisters did not take the slightest move.

A person and a cat stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and it took nearly a minute before my sister turned her head faintly, with an innocent smile on the corner of her mouth, blinking her bright little eyes as if looking at Xiao He, if you ignore the faint blood mark on the corner of her mouth, Xiao He will think that this cute little girl.

"Hee-hee, Xiao Hei, my sister said it was time for you to catch mice."