The light from the other side of the corridor poured into the tank from the outside, and through the lid of the net-like wax strip, the face of the boy looking out of the tank was divided into a dozen light and dark strips. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Yugang gasped heavily, he hoped that after the air was sucked into his abdomen, it would be able to rinse away the smell of sweat he had sucked in like water. After a while, the musty smell in the long-standing tank finally eliminated the smell of sweat. He took a long breath, and he felt that the musty smell was a hundred times better than the sour smell on the big man's body.

"If you can't beat your dog, can you still scold a few words?" He muttered softly to comfort his abused heart, which was also his usual method of self-comfort.

He opened his eyes and was about to curse loudly to relieve the sullenness in his heart, but he saw a black shadow moving in this direction with a flickering light, and through the staggered narrow slits, he saw the placket of the little dog's usual clothes. He suddenly remembered the face of the puppy forked upstairs that made him panic and hide under the lamp. A wave of fear hit his heart again, and he simply stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

"Ono was still knocking on the door here just now, where did he run away after a while?" Yugang heard a small guy from outside, obviously scolding and looking for him.

His heart was slightly wide, and he secretly thought that maybe it was because of the light just now that he didn't see the puppy's forked teeth. The boy's peculiar curiosity led him to slowly open his blindfolded fingers and look out through the slits of the wax lid through the cracks.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes, did not let go of the hand covering his face, and covered his mouth tightly, a fear that went straight to the bone marrow, and held the screams he wanted to scream but couldn't scream deep in his heart.

The footsteps dragged towards the staircase, Yugang removed the fingers covering his face in the air that suffocated him, there was no longer a little girl in the corridor, and the footsteps gradually disappeared silently, and the whole building fell into the lamp like a lamp placed next to the cylinder containing him, and there was no sound but he could feel the silent notes beating. He felt strangely bitter in his mouth, and it seemed to be a faint taste of total ignorance, and if it weren't for instinct that prompted him to breathe, he might not have been able to breathe.

A fishy smell began to spread through the hallway. The smell made him cramp with fear even more, and he instinctively covered his mouth that was open but no longer sound, and his little heart seemed to have a premonition of something that was about to happen, or was already happening.

The light on the lampstand near the side of the cylinder flickered, and in the flickering light, near the bottom of the door nearest to the staircase, a red, viscous liquid flowed out of it.

The silent but flickering lights, the silent, invisible but flowing liquid, made the atmosphere in the already terrifying space even more strange.

A slight gasp of a man and a woman's whisper came from inside the room. Yugang suddenly thought of something, but he couldn't control any of the sounds he made. He felt a hand grabbing his throat invisibly, preventing him from making any sound, only breathing and exhaling.

The red liquid flowed more and more, slowly winding down the edge of the wall, forming a shape like a garlic head, and like a swimming snake exuding a vomiting fishy smell twisting and crawling towards the edge of the tank.

Fear had stiffened his whole body, and every hair on his body had been imprisoned, so that even the cold sweat had been rejected by the hairs. Two lines of cold tears flowed uncontrollably and unconsciously onto his face-covering hand, and the lower half of his face was blurred along with his fingers.

With a creak, the door to the side of the tank opened, and a half-naked and sturdy figure stuck out of the door with its head tilted. The little boy saw that his facial features were no longer visible, and his flesh and blood were blurred and red.

In his tearful vision, he saw a mirror, as if it was the mirror that the bustard had been making a coquettish shape in front of him. From the mirror, he saw the strange blurred face of the big man, which was actually beginning to melt, and his face was still melting as he desperately grabbed the door frame with both hands. It's like butter that has solidified in winter and is put into a red-hot pot and melts from the outside in. The melted viscous, red liquid formed a blood clot in the air and rushed towards the mirror.

In the mirror, the little boy saw the faces of the little boy, and this afternoon he saw the faces of the men and women who had walked into the building, and they were all so wicked, and they exuded a strange smile. He saw the old bustard's fat face, and the powder on his face was falling downward, revealing a broken face, and smiling at him with disgust.

A terrible scream came from the room, and a woman's body in tulle threw herself on the vat, clutching the large vat that was crushed by the bucket. Through the fine and dense strips of wax, he saw in the shadows a glimmer of hope in his mother's fearful but determined eyes, the hope of his survival. Suddenly, those eyes became hollow, like two dark pupils of death looking at him.

When the boy wakes up, he no longer knows what fear is and what fear is. It was as if the surroundings had returned to normal.

"Little Wild Seed, finally let me find you." The voice of the little maid came from the gloomy entrance of the stairway.

"Little Wild Seed, do you think I won't be able to find you if I'm hiding here?" As he spoke, he carried the lamp and looked into the covered tank. He deliberately said in a cold and murderous tone, so that the little boy in the tank panicked and couldn't stop flattering him and begging for mercy.

He pressed the light close to the wax lid, closed one eye, and peered through the slit.

In the midst of his terrible cry, he saw the little boy's eyes gurgling with blood, and the two red-edged and black-eyed faceless eyes were smiling wickedly at him。。。。。。