A pink house that looks like a dollhouse. The walls are made of puzzle pieces, filled with stick figures and crystal stickers. The main entrance is a huge jigsaw puzzle, which doesn't look sturdy at all.
Jing Huang led them to the door and read out the password.
"Oranges are round and sweet. Please bring the fruit to the plate."
The jigsaw puzzle door opened in response. They walked behind it, passed through the corridor, and came into a round room covered with soft carpets. There were a dozen children playing with knitted toys.
Jing Huang went straight to a boy in blue who was sitting alone in the corner.
"Your mother is dead." He said to the boy expressionlessly, "I'm here to avenge her."
The boy cried in fear, Luo Binhan collapsed on the spot, and all the knitted toys screamed hysterically.
"Intruder!" roared a toy spectacled bear in a white coat. "Bandit! Monster! Damn stinky shell!"
It came over with a bone-saw knife that looked very much like the real thing.
Jing Huang stretched out his foot to step on it, intending to continue persecuting the poor child. At this time, a little girl of eight or nine years old walked next to her. She said to Jing Huang: "Brother, you seem to have found the wrong person."
Jing Huang glanced at her: "Is it your mother who died?"
The toys' screams reached a new level. The wool that makes up their bodies begins to unravel and deform.
The girl shook her head, pointed to another boy in light blue clothes in the center and said, "If it is a child who has just lost his mother, he should be the person you are looking for."
The boy in light blue clothes sat in the middle of the group of children, holding a sunflower toy in a panic. He seemed normal and gregarious.
"...Okay, I'm recovering well." Jing Huang said.
He picked up the little girl with one hand, then rushed into the group of children and picked up the little boy. At this time, the yarns that make up the knitted toys have completely unraveled, and are tangled together in a chaotic and pumping manner. Their screams have also turned into some weird, terrifying howls like ghostly beasts.
Jing Huang rushed towards the door with the two children in his arms. Momoluo also pulled the sluggish Luo Binhan and fled. Luo Binhan felt countless cold shadows approaching behind him, and he did not dare to look back.
They fled straight out of the dollhouse and ran to the foot of a huge pine tree. The pine tree shook violently, shaking off many stinging needles. After being stared at by Jing Huang for a few times, he did not dare to move again.
He put the two children down. The girl looked at him with wide eyes with interest, while the boy held the sunflower doll uneasily. From beginning to end, the toy made no sound. It seemed that it was different from its counterparts in the room and was just a dead object.
"You don't need to catch me too." The little girl said with a bit of distress.
"Then what if you lie to me?"
The little girl kicked the tree trunk indifferently, with an expression on her face that was completely inconsistent with her age.
"What. Anyway, you know the password. Isn't it easy to get in and out? I don't have to lie to someone sent by the city lord."
Jing Huang looked at her coldly for a while, and finally turned to look at the boy.
"Hey," he said, "your mother was killed, do you want to help her avenge her?"
"……revenge?"
"Just kill the person who killed her."
The little boy looked at him timidly, then shook his head. He said with a little fear and hope: "I don't want revenge... I want my mother to come back, is that okay?"
Jing Huang was silent.
"That's impossible, Qiqi." The little girl kicked the tree and said, "Even if you massacre the entire city, destroy the entire planet, sacrifice all your fellow humans, and have their souls eaten People can't come back. Besides, as the rational side, you don't have a structure that can support the independent existence of the spirit. She no longer exists in this world. So you'd better choose revenge. This person can help you directly. Kill the murderer and your future will be less troubled."
Jing Huang looked at her again. He seemed to want to say something, but then Luo Binhan finally regained his breath.
"Are you going to fucking go crazy?" He rushed up and tugged Jing Huang's hair, "I told you to talk properly, and you just communicate with children like this? And you just kidnapped people from the orphanage? Did you suddenly come home? You feel so friendly that you don’t treat yourself as an outsider?”
Jing Huang opened his hand and said, "Aren't I talking to him?"
"Talk about your mother! Have you ever talked like this?"
"It's just a mistake." Jing Huang said impatiently, "His mother's profession is quite special. Logically speaking, he should have seen a lot of storms. I thought this kid also had some experience. It seems that his mother didn't bring her with her when she was working. he."
Luo Binhan asked curiously: "What the hell does he do?"
"The time-space life balance planner, commonly known as the life accountant."
As soon as Luo Binhan heard this name, he felt that his life was disappearing in seconds.
"Life accountants," Momolo explained, "They are responsible for adjusting the physical process of life. Due to the differences in time flow rates in different star layers, some short-lived races will have serious aging differences with their family members due to the flow of time and space. For example, if Mr. Luo goes to the dream world for a year and then returns to the mortal world, your wife and children are likely to have passed away. The Alliance believes that this is extremely inhumane for family-based civilization, and therefore requires all inter-stellar enterprises to Establish corresponding balance planners. They will examine the time flow rate of each star layer, assign the most suitable employees based on the flow rate difference, and also coordinate life spans with their close relatives. Just like Mr. Luo just went on a business trip to the dream world for a year, At this time, as long as your wife and children stay in the safety layer of the Lost Realm for half a year, your lifespans will remain basically the same."
Luo Binhan felt a little dizzy. He pondered for a while and then asked: "What if we both have to go on a business trip for a long time? She is in a place where one day seems like ten years, and I am in a place where ten years are like one day. What should we do?"
"This is a dead account problem in life accounting." Momolo said seriously. "The current solution is to submit a life provident fund subsidy to Baita when the difference exceeds the specified value. They will provide medical services free of charge after passing the audit. Repair the balance of physical aging. However, the cost of this public service is very high, and the alliance is discussing whether to improve the review standards or charge part of the fee... Life finance is a quite complex subject, and I also felt that it was very complicated when I took a minor course. It’s hard to understand.”
"Shouldn't you live a long life? Why do you want to learn this thing?"
"You have to think about your future human body, Mr. Luo. Don't delay your personal happiness by saving the universe."
Luo Binhan was very moved after hearing this, and then became more determined to reject the other party.
The little boy named Qiqi pulled Jing Huang.
"That wolf," he said timidly, "is big and fierce. You can't beat it."
"Fart." Jing Huang said, "I peeled off its skin with one hand."
Qiqi didn't seem to trust the short man very much. He looked for help at the little girl next to him.
"He can, Qiqi," the little girl said. "This man has as many curses as a mountain of corpses. He can definitely tear off the murderer's head and crush it to pieces."
She uttered such terrifying words as if nothing had happened, but the boy showed no fear and slowly calmed down.
He hugged the sunflower doll in his arms tightly and asked cautiously: "Then... what do you want me to do?"
"It's no big deal. Come with me to the scene and tell me everything you remember."
Qiqi looked at him in horror. Luo Binhan was immediately furious and grabbed Jing Huang's hair.
"Hey, is this too much? If you take a child to a murder scene, are you going to let him grow up healthily?"
"What for? It's not like I'm being strong." Jing Huang said, "He was originally a single parent, but now his mother is dead. No one will make the decision for him, so let him make his own decision."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sunflower in the boy's arms raised his head. It has a smiling face sewn with buttons and black woolen thread, waving to everyone.
"I can make the decision for him," Toy said.
