When I gradually regained consciousness, I vaguely felt like I was floating, like a feather, gone with the wind.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, I found that under my feet, there were lights lit, and the dense buildings were drowsy in the darkness and light.

I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but be a little surprised when I reacted.

I'm really floating!

A cold wind blew, and my speed became faster. I looked down and found that it was Nanting Village below. In the South Pavilion in the middle of the night, there are pedestrians on the street, and the lights are about to disappear, like candlelight exposed to the wind. When the cold wind passed, the garbage on the street was like a ball kicked by someone, slowly rolling forward, rolling out of the depressed scene of the street scene in the middle of the night.

The wind gradually subsided, and I began to descend slowly.

Closer and closer to the ground, I was about to fall to the top of a tall building, when for some reason, my body suddenly changed direction, crossed the tall building, and continued to fall, falling into a dim alley.

The alley was damp, the concrete floor was soaked in sewage, and the smell of sewage was emanating from all around.

This little alley is a little familiar, is it ......

That's right, this little alley is the one that goes to the old woman's house!

Surprised, I looked up and saw a figure standing in front of me. The night was too dark, and the figures were obscured by the hands of the night, and they were blurred.

I looked at the motionless figure, and curiosity drove my legs forward like the engine of a car.

I felt something strange, but I moved on.

The figure remained motionless.

Soon, I walked up to the figure and found it with his back to me. His clothes were tattered and smelly, as if he had just been picked up from the garbage heap and put them on, and not only that, but I found him soaking wet, even his hair.

The water from his body slowly flowed down to the ground, mixing with the sewage on the ground. At this time, I realized that the water flowing from his body was exactly the same as the sewage on the ground.

Why is this man standing here so late? Why are you soaking wet? Who is he?

With a lot of questions, I slowly reached out and reached over his shoulder, and was about to pat him lightly on the shoulder, but before I could pat him on the shoulder, he slowly turned his head.

I looked at him and was immediately stunned.

I saw that his face was covered with sewage, and the sewage was like sweat oozing from his face, constantly dripping from his face, and from his chin to the ground, "tick, tick, tick......" The sound of water droplets hitting the ground penetrated into my ears, and his face, which was wrinkled like a piece of paper that had been rubbed by someone, came into my sight with a strange smile.

This is an old man, an old man with an eerie atmosphere.

I was about to say good evening to him, but in the blink of an eye, the old man was gone, and then I looked at the ground, and the sewage on the ground trembled slightly......

Looking at the slightly swaying ripples, I realized that I had just seen a ghost.

Strangely, I wasn't scared. I didn't really feel scared at all, I was just curious, curious about why I met such an old man.

This curiosity is like a spirit that has been aged for many years, very strong, and at this time, I am like a drunkard, and I can't resist the temptation of this strong taste, so I continue to walk.

In front of it is the old woman's house.

There were no lights left, and in the dim moonlight were countless dark papers chased by the cold wind, and the dark papers made a rustling sound, like the frightened sounds of a flock of birds frightened by hunters.

The door to the first floor was quietly open.

Without much thought, I walked in and went up to the second floor.

The door of the old woman's house on the second floor was closed, and there was no light inside, but my intuition told me that there was someone inside, and I had to knock on the door, and then the door would open.

This intuition is like a conditioned reflex, and the action is already being executed before the human nerves can think.

I reached out and knocked on the door.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

There was a "squeak" and the door opened.

I saw that in the living room, Alin and his wife Xiuju were sitting in front of the guest table. The guest table was filled with a variety of dishes. I glanced at it and saw that these dishes were the same dishes they had used to entertain me and Bai Nuoxin before, the pink meat, the green meat...... It was exactly the same, even the appearance of the meat piled on the plate.

I glanced around again and saw that I had not seen any sign of the old woman.

At this time, Alin saw me outside the door, his face was slightly happy, he was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his jaw actually fell.

Alin didn't care, picked up his chin, put it on from his new clothes, held his chin with one hand, and said, "Gongnan, you're here, come and eat." ”

He spoke in a somewhat stiff tone, probably due to the loss of his jaw. At this time, his chin was constantly bleeding dirty blood, and the dirty blood flowed onto the hand where he held his chin, and then slowly down his arm, to his elbow, and then to the plate.

I looked at this picture, but instead of feeling fear, my curiosity intensified.

Why did Arin's jaw drop?

I didn't walk in right away, still thinking.

At this time, Xiuju spoke, she said, "What are you still doing in a daze, come and eat......"

Before the word "rice" came out, her head was like a grape that had been slapped down by someone, and it was flattened, and her brain burst out, shooting everywhere, and the dishes on the table were stained with a little bright red, and the wall behind her was like someone had splashed a bucket of red paint, bright red.

Xiuju's flattened mouth still wanted to speak, but her lips moved for a long time, and she didn't squeeze out a word, at this time, Alin glanced at Xiuju and said sharply: "What are you still nagging, hurry up and serve dinner to the guests!" ”

As soon as he said this, Arin's jaw dropped again, rolling to the ground and rolling to my feet.

I looked down at the bloodied chin, then slowly bent down, picked it up, and then walked into the house, came to Arin, and handed it back to him.

Alin took his chin, said thank you, and then said, "You're welcome, just sit down and be your own dinner table." ”

I smiled and nodded.

Strangely, I didn't feel any fear at all.

At this time, Xiuju, whose head was flattened and whose brains kept leaking, came over with a bowl of rice, put it in front of me, and said, "Don't be restrained, move your chopsticks quickly." ”

I picked up my chopsticks, looked at the plate of green meat on the table, and wanted to reach out and grab a piece of green meat to eat.

At this time, a furry hand grabbed my hand holding chopsticks, and when I looked back, it was the koala.

The kombalat looked at me and suddenly said, "Don't eat it." ”

I looked at the kommy in a daze, and wondered, "Why?" ”

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