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Xia Beifeng thought to himself: I can't understand a word of what you said, so I just want to ask Brother Tian if you can win?

Shen Luotian and He Zhan fought together in the dark corridor, and their figures became faster and faster, almost merging together, turning into a blurred afterimage.

After all, Xia Beifeng is still young, although he has always been conceited that he is a "martial arts master", and his highest record is that he has won against a few middle school students near his home. Now this kind of real master trick in front of him is already a level that he can't understand at all.

So he could only lean on the unconscious Ye Tianlang, listen to the continuous "jingling" crisp sounds in his ears, and nervously hold the dangling bell hanging around his neck.

No matter how calm he appears on the surface, he is just a ten-year-old child after all. There were so many things that happened tonight that it was almost the limit that he could work hard to hold on to not crying until now.

"Mom's ......"

He whispered these two words, looked up at the ceiling, and blinked his eyes vigorously to keep the tears from falling.

I want to go home.

He recalls the warm lights in his home, his mother's soft voice, and his own room, which was never clean.

For better or for worse, that's my own home!

Although Brother Tian and Brother Ye are both fun, I still want to go home!

And my sister...... I haven't seen my sister yet.

He had long been aware of the place he was in.

Those electronics that have never been seen before. There are tall buildings and cars of all shapes and shapes, as well as food that you have never heard of.

This is not my original home, this is not even the world I know about, and I probably can't go back.

This matter had already been known as early as when he walked out of the ruins of his house and climbed into Shen Luotian's car.

Although he has been following Shen Luotian and posing as a heartless bear child, what he has always thought about in his heart is how he can go home.

The anxiety that cannot be confided in people, even if placed on an adult, is enough to drive people crazy, let alone a child who is only ten years old.

"Mom, I miss you."

The child sat next to the unconscious Ye Tianlang with his knees in his arms, watching the person and ghost who were getting farther and farther away, and finally had the illusion that "I have been abandoned by the whole world".

Sadness quickly occupied all his thoughts, and the longing for his mother almost crushed him completely, and at this time he was no different from an ordinary child who could only cry and call for his mother.

"Mom's ......"

He touched a handful of tears and whispered, "Where are you!" I want to go home, can you take me home? ”

"Okay......"

A gentle female voice sounded beside him, sounding extremely familiar: "Mom is here to take you home." ”

Xia Beifeng raised his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

There stood a vaguely formed woman, with her arms outstretched at him, as if waiting for a hug from a child. Long hair, white clothes, and a familiar fragrance exudes from his body.

He is not a spoiled child, but now he just wants to rush into a woman's arms and hug her and cry.

That's you~ Mom.

A voice in my head said.

That's you~ Mom, she's coming to pick you up, hurry up and hug her, hug her and cry.

You can cry as much as you like in her arms, and when you are tired of crying, you can sleep, and your mother will carry you home.

When I woke up, I got home.

The unfamiliar voice, with an unquestionable firmness, kept echoing in his head, urging him to walk towards the woman beside him.

"Mom" stood only a few steps away from him, always with her arms open, waiting for her "son" to pounce into her arms.

The howling wind and the sound of the successive clashes of weapons faded away, and the dilapidated hospital seemed to be a background of unknown significance, except for the light-colored silhouette of a woman in front of him, which firmly attracted all his attention.

"Come here!"

The woman moved, her voice still soft and beautiful, her arms waving gently made her look like a graceful swan.

"Come here and let Mommy hug you."

The woman's whispered words seemed to be close to her ear. Although there is still a distance between the two, the warm breath exhaled by the other party when he speaks is constantly rushing to his ears, constantly teasing ~ his thoughts.

"Why can't you come back yet?"

The woman urged softly, not harshly, but more like a complaint about a coquettish child.

"Don't you want Mom?"

Of course I do, but you're not right.

Xia Beifeng squinted his eyes and tried to see the figure shrouded in a layer of mist, suppressing the urge in his heart to rush over and hug each other.

The voice in his head made him firmly believe that the person in front of him was his mother, but there was still a slight struggle in his heart, reminding him that something was wrong.

But when he was asked to say what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

In short, it's not right.

"My mom isn't what you are......"

He whispered this, and before the woman in front of him could retort, he himself fell into self-doubt first.

My mom wasn't like that, so what was she?

My mom ......

She is gentle and beautiful, and she always smiles when facing others. No matter how much trouble I made, I never saw her get angry.

She likes to wear light-colored skirts. The hair is very long, and it is just tied up casually when I am at home. When I concentrate on something, I like to hum a song, and my eyes are shining, like summer stars.

She's beautiful, beautiful, the prettiest person I've ever met......

But what does she look like?

Xia Beifeng looked up at the white figure with a blurred face, and suddenly found that he seemed to have forgotten his mother's appearance.

"They all say I look a lot like you, especially the eyes, what do you think?"

He reached out and rubbed his brow and asked the figure, "Do you think we look alike?" ”

"Of course it's like that, you're most like your mother."

The woman's gentle voice surrounded her ears, and her always vague facial features gradually became clear.

It was a face that looked like it was looking in a mirror. The facial features of the two are almost identical, but the woman's face has a feminine and feminine atmosphere. Especially a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile, when they open and close, they seem to be able to speak.

"Look, don't you look exactly like your mother, don't you believe it?"

The woman's figure also became clearer and clearer with the clarity of her facial features. The loose white skirt was covered with delicate embroidery of similar colors, her long hair was tied up casually by a long hairband, and her slender and slender legs were exposed to the air, making her look extra thin and thin in the cold wind, and people couldn't help but have a desire to protect her.

I believe.

Of course I do.

I believed it from the beginning.

But are you really my mother?

If it's a mom, why don't you have ...... on you

Nothing?

Once again, he was in a state of confusion.

What is the difference between this woman and my mother, and why do I still not want to believe her words?

There must have been something missing from her, and there was always a slight gap between her and the mother she remembered.

There is only a slight gap.

In normal times, Xia Beifeng would not notice this kind of thing at all. But at the moment, when this kind of brain is not bright, this little intuition is infinitely magnified, overpowering all his emotional impulses and rational judgments, and firmly occupying his mind like an eternal truth.

"My mom, she's very gentle."

The boy stood quietly in the corridor of the hospital, the surrounding dilapidated scene stained with dark red blood stains with an eerie and eerie atmosphere.

The unconscious man beside him had a pained expression on his face, one hand clenched into a fist, and a cyan vein protruded from the back of his hand, spreading down his wrist to his arm obscured by his sleeve.

A little farther away, two confused figures chased after me, and had reached the morgue, shuttling between the freezers, and a few angry curses could be heard from time to time.

All of this is not as important as the woman in front of her who is "very much like her mother".

Xia Beifeng looked at the woman in front of him back and forth from head to toe, wishing that he could see every strand of her hair clearly, but he still didn't find what made him feel discordant.

Or, this woman is all wrong, but with a very unreasonable "mother" atmosphere, he can't find any flaws.

After looking back and forth at least a dozen times, his gaze finally fell on the woman's collar.

The collar of the white skirt was made into a shirt style, and several translucent white buttons were arranged under the outturned collar.

A thin metal chain looped around her white neck and dangled down the collar, clinging to her skin and hiding beneath the white fabric.

There was a small bulge in the middle of the chest under the cover of the clothing.

"What's that?"

Xia Beifeng stretched out his finger and pointed at the woman's neck, and gestured: "What is hanging on your neck, I have never seen it." ”

"Why didn't you see it?"

The woman covered her mouth and smiled: "This is what my mother has always carried!" Didn't you arrive and watch all the time since you were a child? ”

As she spoke, she pulled the chain out of her garment and showed him the pendant hanging underneath.

It was a white stone with a small hole in the middle, and it was from where the chain passed. The stone is carved with dense lines......

"Isn't this a mother's baby? I also said that I would leave it to you later. ”

The woman smiled and said, "Your things, how could you not have seen them." ”

"It's not mine, and I really haven't seen it."

Xia Beifeng stared at the small stone, and his confused tone suddenly became firm: "The one I've seen is not like this, and you are not my mother." ”

Yes, he finally found out what was wrong with this woman.

Once this matter is discovered, then the rest of the irrationalities in her body also emerge one by one.

The sound of the bell had been around the woman's ears since the moment she appeared, constantly disturbing his train of thought, and now it sounded louder and louder.

"You're not my mom at all."

Xia Beifeng raised his head and said slowly: "My mother, but she can kill." ”

"What are you talking about!"

The woman froze slightly, then reacted, and anxiously defended: "How could my mother kill someone?" ”

"My mom would kill people, even though she didn't."

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, hooked his fingers at the woman, imitated Shen Luotian's expression, and laughed contemptuously: "You don't understand this matter when I tell you, anyway, my mother is not like you." But now that I look at it this way, Auntie, you look so ugly! Why did I just think we were so similar? Am I blind? ”

As he spoke, he took half a step back, clinging to Ye Tianlang's side tightly, staring vigilantly at the woman in front of him.

Although Brother Ye is dizzy now, he is a reliable adult. Even if it doesn't work, when you encounter danger, you can find someone you know to lean on, at least you can feel a little safe.

He tried in vain to comfort himself, but he knew it very well in his heart. The woman in front of me who pretended to be her mother, but actually didn't know what it was. If you really make a move, it is estimated that you will not be able to hold even one round.

The woman still did not give up the idea of pretending to be "mother", and her face showed a look of surprise mixed with disappointment, mixed with a little sadness, and asked in a trilled voice, "How can you talk like that?" Aren't you your favorite mom? Why do you say you don't want your mother now? ”

An inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart, Xia Beifeng blinked his eyes, only feeling that the tears in his eyes could fall at any time.

On the other hand, since he said "You're not my mother", the woman's face has been changing in his eyes.

The facial features, face shape, and even the figure have been slightly deformed.

She is still good-looking, but she is no longer the woman who looks almost exactly like herself.

If you think about it, although I am similar to my mother, I didn't expect that to that extent, my father still left me something good in terms of appearance.

He touched his nose, remembering the mirror-like female face he had just seen, and shivered and got goosebumps when he didn't come.

A woman who looks exactly like my master, it seems a bit ...... to think about it like this Disgusting.

"Do you really don't want a mother?"

The woman softly summoned a few times, but seeing that he still didn't react, she suddenly shouted screaming: "Mom loves you so much, don't you want mom like this?" Do you still have a conscience! ”

She shouted as she held out a hand in front of her, the expression on her face distorted with anger.

"I really gave birth to your son for nothing, and I raised you for nothing! I went out for a spin, and when I got home, I didn't recognize my mother, did I? ”

"I ......"

Xia Beifeng opened his mouth, and the three words "I was wrong" turned around in his mouth, and he forcibly swallowed it back.

The voice in my heart still kept repeating "She is you~ Mom", "She's angry, go and admit your mistakes", the endless magic sound is poured into the ears, and the effect is comparable to brainwashing.

The two thoughts of bowing his head to apologize and stumbling to the end lingered in his mind, and he couldn't hold each other, making him more and more irritable.

At the end of the day, he was only a ten-year-old. Being able to quickly accept this kind of setting of "a ghost pretending to be my mother and almost succeeding in doing something relative to me" is almost the limit, and as for the more complicated issues, he really can't figure it out.

"You're not my mom anyway, I know you're definitely not my mom!"

The child shouted angrily: "I won't apologize to you, and I won't call you~ Mom, you should die!" ”

"Why ......"

When the woman heard this, her angry tone instantly turned into sadness, and the speed of switching modes was comparable to a face-changing stunt: "Mom loves you so much, do you want mom like this?" ”

Her voice floated intermittently, mixed with crying, and it sounded like she had suffered some great grievance: "Without you, my mother might as well die......"

In the end, this speech has completely turned into crying, so that the people who listen can't help but feel sad with her.

Mom is so pitiful, don't you really want to comfort her?

The voice in his heart was still chattering endlessly, urging him to step forward to comfort the crying woman.

If you don't go, your mother will really die sadly.

She's really going to die......

Will die...... After you die, you don't have a mother anymore.

Can you really bear to let her cry like this?

"Don't cry."

Xia Beifeng finally couldn't help but interrupt the woman's cry: "It's annoying to cry and chirp, can you shut up quickly?" ”

"Then you won't want Mommy, will you?"

The woman stopped crying and asked in a trilled voice, "If you don't want your mother to cry, can you promise not to make your mother sad?" ”

Her tearful eyes stared at the little boy in front of her, and her cautious tone made it unbearable to refuse.

"I just said you don't cry, but I didn't say admit that you are my mother!"

He waved his hand at the woman impatiently: "Anyway, don't cry, I'll be upset when you cry." ”

"But you don't want your mother anymore, why can't your mother cry? You're Mommy's most important treasure! ”

The woman asked pitifully, looking like she was about to cry again: "If you don't promise your mother, you won't make your mother angry anymore, and your mother won't cry anymore, okay?" ”

"Then don't cry, I ...... answer"

Xia Beifeng glared at the woman irritably, and before he finished speaking, he was stunned by another figure behind her.

The woman was expectantly waiting for him to say the words "I promise you", but was hit hard by something behind her, and immediately fell to the ground.

At the same time, a vague figure gradually cleared up from the darkness.

The man crossed his arms, with an impatient expression on his face, lowered his head and asked the female ghost lying on the ground casually:

"What do you want to do to my son?"

(To be continued.) )