This is not a weird story

At the moment of danger, Wei An suddenly felt that the sky outside the dead city had become dark again. There was still a little moonlight just now, but now it was completely dark, and he could only identify his position by hearing the sound.

He wanted to touch the door of the room first and close the door of the room he just entered.

But it was obviously too late.

Not long after the strange sound sounded, he had arrived outside the door very quickly.

Wei An quickly retreated to the corner of the house.

Now he seemed to understand where the eyes staring at him came from, it was the moon above the dead city.

The moon is like an eye.

"Giant pupils?"

Doubts arose in Wei An's heart.

No wonder I couldn't locate the character staring at me just now. It turned out that the "moon" was staring at me, so now this "moon" seems to have fallen into the dead city. What could it be?

While I was thinking, there was movement at the door of the room. It sounded like footsteps, but after listening carefully, it didn't seem like it.

But what Wei An was sure of was that something had come in.

At this moment, he couldn't see anything around him, and he couldn't take out Liu Gui's eyeball to check what was going on around him. He could only act based on his memory.

When it was completely dark just now, Wei An still remembered the approximate location of the door of the room there. Now when he found something entering the room, he immediately reached out and groped in that direction without making any sound.

Something was sliding on the ground, but it was definitely not footsteps. Wei An had already touched the door panel of the back room. He followed the closed gap of the door panel and touched the door handle.

In my memory, the door handle was round, resembling an animal head. If it wasn't locked, it should be opened by twisting it.

The squirming sounds that soon entered the room disappeared, and the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

Wei An wondered if the thing was gone, but his intuition told him that it was not that easy.

His fingers touched the round door handle. When he grasped the handle, the back of his hand suddenly felt cold, and his hand was held by another hand.

The fingers of this hand are very thin, thin and long, and they convey a biting coldness, just like what Wei An felt when he first entered this dead city.

The moment the cold hands grasped him, Wei An felt half of his body numb, as if he had lost consciousness due to cold or electric shock.

But he didn't hesitate. Almost at the same moment, he suddenly turned the door lock. The door of the room opened silently. A faint light emanated from the room, shining on Wei An's face and also on the scratcher. Touching the owner of his cold and slender palm.

For a second, a pale, stick-like long face appeared in front of Wei An's eyes. Its facial features were all squeezed together, so that it was hard to tell which parts it was.

The ears of this face only have two holes. Its palms are indeed pointed and long. It is not wearing any clothes, but its skin looks extremely smooth.

It seemed to dislike being illuminated by other lights. The moment the dim light from the inner room came through, it shrank its body and retreated behind Wei An. It instantly hooked its limbs and lay on Wei An's back, hugging him tightly. live.

More numbness spread throughout my body.

Wei'an knew that this guy didn't like light, so he quickly straightened his body and blocked the door of the back room, allowing himself to be illuminated by the faint light.

At this time, the guy had shrunk into a ball and was hiding behind Wei An, but he was still clinging to him firmly.

At the same time, a heartbreaking pain came from the middle of Wei An's back, as if some sharp object had pierced his skin and penetrated into it.

He quickly mobilized his all-things tolerance body and moved to the pierced flesh. The pain still came, but it was better than before.

However, the strength of this thing lying on its back is obviously very terrifying. If I didn't open the door just now and let the light in the room shine through, this guy might kill me instantly.

But even if it was hit by light, it immediately took the best way to avoid the light and attack itself at the same time. The current situation is still very dangerous.

Even if he is protected by the all-things tolerance body, it is only a matter of time. The guy seems to be able to break through even this human skin.

Wei An hurriedly took a step into the room, trying to let more light shine on him and the strange moonlight man clinging to his back.

Snapped!

A slender arm pressed against the door frame. Wei An's movement into the room paused and he could no longer move forward. The two were in a stalemate, and the pain in his vest came again.

The guy was obviously attacking this piece of human skin faster and was about to successfully penetrate it.

At this time, more dim light appeared, and the furnishings in the room could not be seen. Wei An could only see a large amount of dust slowly dancing in the air under the dim light of unknown source.

Each piece of dust is independent. As it floats past his eyes, the slow picture seems to get bigger and bigger, until Wei An can see the entire surface of the dust, as if it is slow motion coupled with a microscope-like observation effect.

The pain in his vest was no longer so intense at this moment. Wei An was attracted by the sight in front of him, and his whole body was slightly stunned.

"Aunt, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

A voice suddenly came from the dust closest to Wei An, and then the screen zoomed in, filling his eyes like a movie playing automatically.

A middle-aged woman with wavy perm held black iron tongs for holding coal in her hand, and she greeted a little boy kneeling on the ground.

The little boy's shirt was torn, and his body was covered with black and red scars. Some of the scars were serious and had blood oozing out.

The middle-aged woman had long slanted eyebrows and a pointed chin. She looked mean and cunning. She had a fierce look on her face at the moment, waving the iron pliers in her hand and hitting the boy's body.

"Do you have any memory? Do you still have any memory?" The woman yelled loudly while beating him.

"Yes, yes, I remember, aunt, ah, it hurts, I remember..." The boy, about ten years old, screamed heartbreakingly, nodding and begging for mercy.

Not far behind the woman, another fat little boy, about seven or eight years old, stood there with a lollipop in his mouth, watching this scene.

His face was expressionless, as if he had been frightened.

Wei An raised his head and glanced at the fat boy. At the same time, the heartbreaking pain on his back came again, and a woman's voice sounded in his ears: "Remember, my brother's things are not yours, and everything in this house is not yours." ! Your parents are dead, a month ago. These things now belong to your brother, and they belong to us!"

Another iron pliers hit him hard on the back. Wei An grinned and tears flowed from his eyes in pain.

He knelt on the ground, his whole body twitching slightly from the pain, unable to stand up at all.

A strong hatred filled his chest, he lowered his head, his eyes swept over the feet of this ferocious woman, the fat boy who didn't say a word, and the room that he was extremely familiar with but now no longer belonged to him. Scanning the items one by one...

"Were you cursing me with your eyes just now?" Auntie's voice sounded again.

The black iron pliers were lifted high into the air, and then fell suddenly.

This time, the pliers hit Wei An directly on the back of the head, making a muffled sound. The sound made the fat boy in the distance tremble, and Wei An was seen curled up together and fell on the ground. The ground was motionless.

"Mom, is he dead?" the fat boy took out the lollipop in his mouth and asked.

"You can't die. A rotten brat like this usually can't die." The woman threw the iron tongs aside. "When your dad comes back, give him some medicine and he'll be fine. This guy has to stay until he's 18. He can't die until he signs the property transfer, we can't let him go easy now."

Then the woman walked to a wooden table and took out a bottle of yellow solution from a black cloth bag on the wooden table. After shaking it twice, she poured some of the solution into a glass and mixed it with some drinking water. .

She picked up the yellow solution bottle and said to her son: "You have to remember this thing. You must not touch it. Do you hear me?"

"I know." The fat boy stuffed the lollipop into his mouth again and nodded.

The woman brought the glass containing the mixed liquid to the unconscious Wei An, tilted his head up, opened his mouth, and then slowly poured it in.

It was strange that Wei An knew that he was in a coma, but he could still clearly understand the woman's communication with her child, and every move she made, as if she had the perspective of the comatose boy and another third party at the same time.

A spicy and pungent breath came out as the liquid flowed into his throat. He felt that his head was confused and sluggish, and he could no longer think.

The scene in front of him also turned into a large number of double images. Although he knew that only the woman and the little boy were in the room, it seemed as if dozens of people were standing in front of him. (End of chapter)