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As soon as I saw him turn and leave, I immediately rushed back, and when I got to the position I had just had, I opened it and jumped in. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In the dark room, the beating heart can't calm down, but fortunately the door is not locked, and my father probably doesn't have the courage to wander around here to unlock the door.

Turn on the lights and look around, it is still the same as before, there are badminton rackets hanging around, and there is a badminton court at your feet.

If you look for it like this, you will definitely be found too late when you go back. Looking left and right, and then began to rummage, the back of the badminton racket, and the ground was also found, and the flaming hope in my heart began to waver at this time, and the next second it was likely to be blown out in the dark.

In a hurry, he simply threw the badminton racket to the ground, and there was a sound of hitting the ground, and the emptiness echoed in the basement. Rows of shuttlecocks were thrown to the ground by me, but there was no sign on the wall, and my father must have gone home at this time, and he must have been anxious to find that I was not at home.

Thinking about whether I will have to spend four years with the title of weak idiot, in which I can neither progress nor escape, the first impression is the most important thing for others. In reverie, the hand did not dare to stop, and the badminton racket was thrown down one after another.

Suddenly, an inadvertent voice caught my attention. It is completely different from other sounds, and it is softer and softer than other badminton rackets when they land.

I turned around and looked for a bunch of badminton rackets that I had just dropped, picked them up and threw them again one by one, and sure enough, a badminton racket with yellow threads made a different sound from the surroundings.

"That's you. I smiled, picked it up and looked at it, this little thing turned out to be lighter than before, then it means that there is a vacant place inside, I twisted the handle place, I felt a little loose, at this time there are ten thousand deer in my heart ready to run wild, once I open it and find the peerless secret, they will gallop happily.

"Boom~" twisted open, and when the eyeballs reflected the hollow handle inside, the 10,000 deer in my heart instantly turned into grass and mud horses, and 10,000 'bleat' stepped on the grassland.

"I'm damn it~" What kind of is this, it's just a shoddy guy.

"It's too good to fool people, and from the outside, I think this kind of local tyrant gold is a high-grade light. "However, on the label next to it is written one - collection of feather poles.

"The collection rod? The collection rod can be so shoddy? With doubts, I picked up another one, and when I opened the handle, I realized that my father was such a calm secretist.

It turned out that I thought that a bottle of medicine was put in the handle of a normal badminton racket, and it was hidden in a transparent plastic bottle, and the light red color was clearly revealed.

"Obviously said that he had escaped from the sea of suffering, why did he keep so much, so much could not be put by grandpa himself, listening to my father's description, grandpa would not like badminton at all. ”

The back of my back is a little hairy, and my father's words just now made me believe that he didn't drink the medicine that my grandfather asked him to drink.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps above me, and very quickly.

What to do, I can't take so much. In a hurry, I removed all the handles, except for all the other badminton rackets in the collection, the reason why I don't need to collect it should be that this handle cost him a sum of money, and I cherish it.

All the bottles were poured out, I looked at the full bottles on the ground, and suddenly I saw that there was a special bottle, and the bottle was not plastic, metal bottle, in fact, it looked very much like a thermos bottle at a glance, but it gave people a faint sense of oppression.

I had a twist and turn tonight, the bridge of my nose was crooked, I was beaten, and I was humiliated in my own exams, and the dignity I wanted was probably lying on the ground waiting for me in front of me. But he couldn't take a step.

But I stared but didn't dare to move a step, the footsteps above were approaching, the threads on the metal bottle seemed to flow faintly in the light, and there was life in the bottle? I don't know if I would still be me if I drank it, I always felt that there was something in it, and if I opened it, it would be released.

When the footsteps above were very close, there was suddenly no sound, I watched the bottle vigilantly while listening, the pace that disappeared at this time could not be my father, my father's character said that he would not wait to beat me.

The door above was gently opened a small gap, and then slammed shut.

I was standing still, I just saw a cat man?

The golden pupils stared at me, as if there was a force that prevented me from making a single movement, and my blinking eyelids were fixed in place.

But it's too dark outside, too bright inside, and I'm not sure if someone else is looking at me with contact lenses.

Hurriedly hugged the bottle to his chest and held it, plucked up the courage to open the door little by little, the nerves in his whole hand were tense, there was no way out, if I didn't go out, I would have to die here, or crawl back the same way, but I am not a gecko.

After opening, the bright moon was in the sky, and the entire cemetery seemed to be bathed in a peaceful moonlight, and the scene just now seemed to be an illusion.

But I didn't dare to be careless, so I ran home with the bottle in my arms, and I didn't dare to look back during the whole process.

When I came back to the door panting, my heart was still trembling. So the breathing was still heavy, the door was closed, and when I opened it and went back to the bedroom, my dad seemed to be asleep, probably thinking that I wouldn't be the kind of guy who had nothing to do.

I sighed and fell on the bed, looking at the bottle, the phone showed that it was already two o'clock in the night, in fact, the more heartbreaking thing was that the screen of the mobile phone was almost torn apart in the previous series of accidents. Pity my Apple 6. I don't know if there is a scholarship for miracles, but if there is, I can try to get a new phone. (Optimism as a scum.) ）

There was nothing written on the bottle, just a pure metal bottle, in the moonlight, and when you look at it again, the flow is gone.

Shake it, the liquid inside makes a sound of hitting the bottle, it seems that it should be an increased version of the red liquid before, otherwise it will not make a "heavy" impact sound, it is very viscous.

I opened it slowly, and the small drum in my heart was also beating constantly, turning on the table lamp, and rotating it out little by little with the help of the table lamp, and the lines became more and more.

I'm reacting faster and faster now, just as I was about to open it.

"Bang!" the door slammed open, and I slipped the bottle under the covers.

"Son, you're all right. Dad hurried in, and the commotion woke up the mom next door, and she followed in a panic.

"It's okay, why are you asking this?" I forced a calm expression.

"Didn't you run back just now, don't lie to Dad. I'm telling you. As he spoke, he poked a baseball bat in my face.

"Yes...... "I was a little unsettled, and tucked the bottle between my thighs.

"Are you still looking for the medicine that your grandfather fed me back then?"

"What medicine, what are you talking about?" asked the old mother in her characteristic shrill voice, as if she had been woken up to anger.

When my father heard this, he was much less angry.

"Wife, it's the basement of our house, don't you put all the herbicides in the decorative badminton racket? ”

"Yes, I'll just say you. He pointed to his father and looked at me.

"Son, your dad doesn't know how crazy he is about badminton, those things are decorations, and they are all red herbicides. ”

I was silent, the red herbicide was really good, but they didn't say anything about the bottle, I wasn't sure if it was, it could have been put here by someone else, the obvious evidence was the golden-eyed cat man I saw. In order to confirm, I need to ask again.

"Mom and Dad, are you sure all the bottles there are herbicides?"

"yes, stinky boy, do you still want to have a bottle of grandpa's medicine in it?"

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just curious, I didn't take it because I opened it and sniffed it. ”

"I just didn't see you when I went home, and when I went back, I found that the bottles were all dropped on the ground, and I wondered if you kid was drinking. Kill me. ”

It seems that my father's elevator is staggered with me, otherwise he would have run into me holding the bottle.