As we all know, in terms of pretending to be ghosts, if the flower rabbits want to do something, then there will basically be nothing else to do.

—Epigraph

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After the so-called "haunted" incident in the first half of the night, the soldiers who were responsible for patrolling and standing guard in the barracks in the second half of the night have been replaced by another wave of soldiers who were originally on leave.

Although such a directive caused some soldiers, that is, those who were on recuperation, to complain.

But in view of the fact that the duty of the soldier is to "obey orders and listen to commands", those soldiers complain and complain, but they can only accept all the tasks assigned by their superiors, such as now-

- Will be responsible for patrolling the camp, as well as moving the soldiers who are "drunk" outside before the patrol back to their own quarters, and after they "sober up", the leaders of their respective squads will be punished.

The soldiers felt that this was fair, and if not to the point of approving, at least there were far fewer complaints in their mouths.

The moon was obscured by heavy dark clouds, and there was no light at all, and bright torches burned in the dark night, dispelling the cold and illuminating the dark night.

It's just that when the occasional breeze blows, the ambiguity between light and darkness swayes, making the black shadow constantly changing like some living creature, and from the perspective of certain characteristics, it seems lifelike and more hideous.

The patrol mission is already halfway through, but the soldiers on patrol don't know if this is because they have been affected by the "nonsense" of those "drunkards" before, so it has a psychological effect, and they always vaguely feel that there is indeed some disobedience in the camp tonight that they have not been aware of.

"Seriously...... I always felt that something didn't look right at camp tonight. Soldier A looked around, looking for unsettling clues or things in the camp she was familiar with.

But after the chaos of the first half of the night, the camp was silent, and there was no movement except for the footsteps of the soldiers as they advanced.

"But we haven't seen anything special so far...... Or is it a thing? Soldier B whispered, "Hmm...... Aside from the fact that some of the facilities in the barracks looked a little too old, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. ”

"Some of the facilities look too old?" Soldier A looked at Soldier B with a puzzled expression, "Can't you?" I remember that Chief Utt specially funded the renovation of the barracks last winter, and most of the facilities were basically new goods that the big guys moved in together, how could there be old ......"

Soldier A followed Soldier B's line of sight, but before he could finish speaking, he was silent.

It was strange to listen to the gossip around, and although he didn't participate in the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but turn his head and look in the same direction, driven by curiosity.

The camp is still the same as the original, whether it is the style of painting or the layout, it is the same as they were familiar with in the past, but if you just take a look, there is nothing worth paying attention to.

But if you look closely, you can see that in the corner of the wall, in the shadow that cannot be illuminated by the torches, there is a weapon rack that has been placed there for an unknown time.

The shelves are made of wood, with mottled red lacquer and visible decay of the wood, making it look like it has been around for a certain age.

There are not many types of long-pole weapons scattered on it, but except for the more common spears, the spear heads of the rest of the long-pole weapons are not the ones they are familiar with.

Some soldiers curiously leaned over to check, and found that the iron tools with the heads of the spears had also grown brown rust, and they could faintly smell some blood, telling of the killing and cruelty they had experienced.

"This armory rack...... It looks like something from a long, long time ago. Some of the older veterans looked at the weapon rack in front of them and couldn't help but sigh, "But why is it here?" ”

"Maybe it's something left over from the old barracks?"

Soldier B blinked, he was a new recruit who had only joined the army this year, so although he thought it was strange, he didn't think that the appearance of this weapon rack in the barracks was a disobedient thing, and the reason why he noticed its existence was only because this rack looked too old, so he looked at it for a while.

"Well, probably not." The veteran shook his head and rejected Soldier A's conjecture, "As we mentioned, this camp was renovated last year, and most of the old facilities have been sold or destroyed...... So it stands to reason that there should be no omissions. ”

"But you also said that it's just basically?" Soldier B stretched out a finger and touched the weapon rack, rubbing the dust on his finger, "Maybe there is a fish that slipped through the net?" ”

“…… It's not out of the question. ”

The veteran watched speechlessly as Soldier B wiped the ashes with Soldier A's clothes, and then sure enough, Soldier A knocked his head and stuck out his tongue, thought for a moment, and said, "Anyway...... Let's continue patrolling, and when the patrol is over, we can report the situation to the Captain, who I think will make arrangements for this when he finds out. ”

There was no objection from the crowd, although they were still curious, but under the reminder of the veteran, no soldier objected to this, but continued their unfinished task - patrolling.

The footsteps faded away, and when the figure of the soldier completely disappeared around the corner of the road, the street regained its original silence, except for the flickering light of the fire and the "rustle" of the breeze blowing through the weapons.

A little rust fell with the wind, and suddenly and silently peeled off a small piece of iron with a cold light, silently revealing its fierceness and strangeness.

Although during the next patrol, the soldiers still saw some old facilities in some corners of the barracks, such as shabby weapon racks, partially mutilated flags, leaky leather drums, incomplete armor and armor, and they would no longer make a fuss, but they felt more and more that the "antiques" that had been around for a long time were collected by a certain commander, and they were only temporarily placed in the barracks and would be moved away sooner or later.

It's just a little strange, in that case, why not pile up these "antiques" together, but scatter them around the barracks and ......

"It looks like a toy for little kids."

Soldier B picked up a rattle from the ground, and after the patrol he had just made, he had picked up a lot of small objects similar to this on the ground, such as spinning tops, paper kites, pottery ringballs, cloth tigers, Luban locks, and many other toys.

Although he had never seen anything like it in the market or books before, it was not difficult to guess that these items were toys for children to play with and enlighten after a little fiddling.

It's just that they are all a little dirty, broken, and I feel like they are not too old "antiques".

"What do you think this will be for?" Soldier B, even though he was holding a pile of toys, was able to pull out a hand and point to something that resembled a "stone mill", "It looks like something I used to grind flour in my hometown, but ...... Isn't it going to be a little too big? ”

"yes, this thing looks a little bigger than all of you?" Soldier A nodded in agreement, "And it's not just high, it's long." ”

The veteran frowned: "I think ...... We may be thinking too simply. I don't know what these things are used for, but I think the reason why these things are here is what they mean......"

After all, the more places they patrolled, the more they could find something in the corner of the barracks that seemed to have been abandoned.

Not only toys and common equipment in the barracks, but even tools that seem to be used for farming or other work can be seen.

Some of them, the soldiers can guess the purpose of their manufacture based on their appearance, but some of them are too obscure because of their appearance, so the soldiers are also confused about the purpose of their manufacture.

Even, some things are still stained with blood, although the blood stains do not look fresh, but they have been there for a long time so they seem to be a little dry, but they still give people a vague sense of bad premonition.

"Jingle Bell ......"

A hydrangea full of bells suddenly rolled out of the corner in front of it, and with a crisp and cheerful bell, it rolled all the way down the middle of the road to the soles of Soldier B's feet, and then slowly stopped because of the impact on the obstacle, and even the crisp sound of the bell came to an abrupt end.

Soldier B didn't think much about it, and subconsciously bent down to pick up the hydrangea, during which he felt Soldier A tug at him, but because he moved too quickly, he didn't pull it, and when he picked up the hydrangea of the bell, he looked at Soldier A suspiciously, only to find that the latter was looking back at him with an indescribable expression.

Soldier B: "............?" ”

Soldier B wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

Soldier A opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, he heard a little girl's inquiry at the end of the road.

"This little brother—"

The little girl's voice sounded crisp and crisp, and the end of the conversation sounded cute with a small long tone.

It's just that because the barracks at night is too quiet and too empty, the sound reverberates faintly when it spreads out in the air, as if the source of the sound is not from the little girl herself, but from all sides of the barracks.

But at this time, no one had the heart to pay attention to that, but focused all their eyes on the little girl who spoke at the end of the road.

She doesn't look very old, with a pair of small tugs on her head, and she looks like she is five or six years old. Dressed in a very simple but delicate sackcloth coat, stepping on a pair of bright red cloth shoes, standing in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the firelight, a young and lovely face was vaguely revealed, and it seemed that it was only one step away from the bright firelight.

Soldier B: "............"

Although but ...... Why is there a child in the barracks?

A sense of foreboding came over him, and Soldier B did not speak, but his heart was pounding in his throat as the brain supplement that was gradually forming in his mind but had not yet been fully concretized.

"Can you give us the ball back—"

The sound came from the back of the road, and the soldiers were so frightened that they quickly and panicked to turn around and look behind them, and then found a little boy of about the same age as the little girl, and dressed as a little boy, who had appeared at the end of the road at some point, also stepping on a pair of bright red cloth shoes, standing in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the firelight.

Soldier B: "Can be ......"

Soldier B swallowed involuntarily, and he cautiously glanced at the little boy at the end of the road, and then at the little girl at the end of the road.

"But...... Before that, can you tell my brother why you're here? ”

Soldier B was silent for a moment, and although he felt the force with which Soldier A tugged at his clothes, as if he were about to tear his clothes apart, he still stiffened out a smile, trying his best to make his trembling voice sound more friendly.

"I mean ......"

"Can you give us the ball back, little brother?"

The little girl interrupted him with a smile, as if she didn't care about anything other than "hydrangea", she stretched out her immature little hand, and said persistently with a strange tone-

"It's our ball."

The little girl smiled - "Daddy made us balls." ”

The little boy was happy - "It's the jersey that my mother sewed for us." ”

One before and one after, one should be one together.

The two children clapped their hands and hummed a short but cheerful song in unison.

"The sound of the bell ringing is like my brother singing!"

"Hydrangea spin and turn."

"Hydrangea roll, roll."

The children's laughter rang like silver bells, swirling and echoing through the camp sky.

"The bell rings and is loud, like singing a mountain song, and the child doesn't cry!"

As the sound of the children humming the ballad fell, the clouds in the night sky changed suddenly and dispersed, revealing the white moon that was hidden by the dark clouds.

The moonlight poured down, illuminating the oppressive darkness in the barracks, and also illuminating the two children who had been hiding in the shadows, laughing and making noise.

Then, accompanied by the sound of his own involuntary teeth chattering, the soldier realized that although the two children looked like human beings at first glance, when the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, when the whole person was exposed to the moonlight—

What kind of child they imagined!

It is clearly two colors and exquisite workmanship......

Paper, people, and it's over!