Everyone in the room stood up. Malcolm grabbed Yu Xiaorong's shoulders and stopped her behind him. Luo Binhan also discovered that Hannah had already obtained the gun and was holding the handle of the gun with her right hand, holding it behind her back. Maybe the gun's safety had been turned on, he thought briefly, and then thought nothing of it. He stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on Lot's knife.
Even though he was doing something so blatantly, Lot was not interested at all. The thing lowered its voice and held its breath, looking at the apricot blossoms in the painting wholeheartedly, as if the people around it no longer mattered. Luo Binhan stretched out his hand and pressed his temple - he felt like something was about to break through the skin and jump out. When he spoke, his voice sounded as tired as if he had not slept all night: "What did you do?"
Lot let out a deep gasp. That seemed to be the sound that Luo Binhan heard in the room before. It turned out to be Lot. That kind of person is on a plateau with thin oxygen and can only make the sound of breathing hard by pumping his chest. Why would a monster have to work so hard to breathe air?
"What did you do to him?" someone asked. After a while, Luo Binhan realized that the person asking the question was not him, but Yu Xiaorong.
Lot gasped twice more. The blood on the knife was gone, and he walked forward along the wall. Everyone heard him murmur: "The color."
"What did you say?" Yu Xiaorong asked loudly.
Lot sighed this time, with contentment and disappointment in his voice. He turned to look at them, but it seemed like he didn't see anyone, but he waved his hand confidently, and then smiled with satisfaction.
"I've never seen that color," he said, enunciating clearly and steadily, "Indeed, that's exactly right. The vines and the fish are sealed in the soil, and you can see the fermentation process, and I would say That's the blood at work. Because, we all saw it, the color of the river witnessed everything."
"Lot!" Yu Xiaorong shouted, his voice as tight as a string that could break at any time, "What tricks are you playing again?"
"Make ten from one, and let two go," Lot answered.
He then hummed happily, beat two beats with his hands, and then chopped his feet twice. "Feng Bride and Bao Bo, two dirty bitches, but after all, they have their uses. I can see them now, they are also in the panorama."
He paused for two seconds, and then asked politely: "Can you add a slice of lemon to my medicine? It just has this little sour taste, and the oldest medicine will be bitter. Okay, now my vision has been opened. , I totally get it.”
No one else spoke in the room. Lot began to breathe laboredly again, his eyes sparkling and a satisfied smile on his face. He shook the bread knife gently in his hand as if it were a walking stick or an umbrella. Then he hummed the symphony and staggered along the wall until he reached the record player. Hannah Zahn no longer hid the gun behind her back, but held it half-raised hesitantly. She didn't shoot immediately, no doubt she was confused by Lot's madness without warning.
Lot began to play with the record player again, his movements gentle and careful, like wrapping a sleeping baby in a quilt. His tender look made people's hair stand on end, but Luo Binhan didn't care anymore. In fact, he should really be concerned. He should be on guard against Lot's new round of tricks. He should step forward and hold Hannah down to prevent her from acting rashly and being in danger. But these thoughts just slipped through his head without leaving any trace, and he didn't catch any of them, but went straight to the kitchen.
When he entered, his mind was basically empty, and he had no time to predict what he would see, whether it was good or bad. Standing in the deepest part of the kitchen was Zhou Yu—probably standing. Zhou Yu leaned his back against the cooking table, bent slightly, and placed his gloved right hand on his abdomen. It was impossible to tell how much blood he had bled from the dark clothing, but he was indeed injured. Luo Binhan saw a pool of trampled blood on the ground, and faint bloody footprints extending to the door.
Zhou Yu looked up and saw Luo Binhan. Although he looked bad, his expression was quite calm. Luo Binhan quickly walked over to support him and wanted to check the wound. But Zhou Yu held his hand, shook his head and said, "Don't move yet."
Luo Binhan does not intend to challenge the judgment of professionals at this time. He let Zhou Yu put his arm on his shoulders, feeling relieved because Zhou Yu didn't seem to be seriously injured. It must not have stabbed the internal organs, otherwise the person would be like a deflated rubber ball, lying limply on the ground, unable to even utter a word. Now that Zhou Yu can stand on his own, talk as usual, his thoughts are still clear, and his hand holding down is quite strong, at least such a person is not in danger of life. So he helped Zhou Yu slowly sit on the ground, asking him to use as little effort as possible.
"I need to find something to bandage you." He said to Zhou Yu, "How do you feel?"
"Fortunately, it's probably just a skin injury."
Zhou Yu moved the hand on his abdomen. Luo Binhan paid close attention to his expression to make sure that he was not suppressing pain. Probably not, because Zhou Yu's facial muscles were indeed loose, even a little too loose, which was worrying - in the cases he had heard of, people who had their intestines stabbed with a knife often didn't feel pain. But that kind of person didn't have the strength to push his shoulders like Zhou Yu did, asking him to pay attention to the movement at the door first.
"That person hasn't left yet? Are your sisters and others okay?"
Luo Binhan agreed casually. At this moment, he was almost relieved, and the questions about Lot entered his head again.
"What's going on?" he asked in a low voice, "Why did he attack you suddenly?"
"I don't know." Zhou Yu said, "You go and see the person living there first. I can handle it myself here."
He spoke calmly, but not weakly. So Luo Binhan took one last look at his abdomen - he really couldn't see anything clearly, the gloves and clothes were almost black in color, and he could only confirm that there was indeed some blood stains there - then he got up and walked out of the kitchen. The cheerful symphony started playing again, entering a soothing prelude for the third time.
Lot was still in front of the record player, but everyone else in the living room was standing in the corner farthest away from him, as if they were avoiding the source of the plague. As soon as Luo Binhan walked out of the kitchen, Malcolm quietly gestured to him, using his mouth and movements to indicate that he thought Rod was having an illness. The poor guy either took medicine he shouldn't have taken, or forgot to take the medicine he should. He then waved to Luo Binhan to quickly stand with them and not get close to a lunatic who might attack at any time.
Luo Binhan pretended not to understand what he meant, but closed the kitchen door tightly with his backhand and leaned against the door to look at Lot, who was seven or eight steps away. He didn't have time to ask Zhou Yu what happened, but anyone could tell that Lot was not normal right now. If this monster suddenly decided to kill everyone in sight, Luo Binhan felt that it was best for him to stand closer. A few steps away, he could try to pounce on Lot and smash his head in, but if he stood too far away, Lot would be no stranger to his little tricks. So he continued to stand there, one eye on Lot and the other on the cell phone he took out of his pocket.
He held his cell phone up to his face and typed, trying to use this method to monitor Lot and send a message to Momolo. However, it was much harder than he expected to focus on two different directions, far and near (and also have to identify the damn input method keyboard). The structure of the human body is sometimes really unreasonable. His current eyesight may be better than 99% of the locals, but it is still not as good as a chameleon or goat in this regard. He first typed the word "help" as "sisters", and then mistakenly typed "call you". Thank God he got it right the third time. He pressed the send button with sweat all over his head, and was about to make another voice message to remind Momolo to read the message, when Lot suddenly shouted. His fingers twitched slightly due to nervousness, slid away from the voice dial button, and clicked on the camera function.
The phone screen showed a smiling Lot. That face, at least from the phone screen, almost looks like a third person. Not because of the change in facial features, but because of the dazzling look filled with joy and happiness. The person in the photo is fascinated and completely trapped in another world. Luo Binhan stared at the boxy picture in his palm. The ecstatic man, bathed in light and blood, put his ear to the bright and cold copper trumpet, listening to the overture and climbing to the climax step by step. He was like an overdrinking guest at a family banquet, in a state of intoxication, madness, and the depths of dream and heaven. Luo Binhan watched intently and wanted to exit from the shooting interface, but his fingers pressed the shutter button and sent this extremely charming, yet extremely ugly photo to Momolo. Hesitantly, he resent the voice request.
Then the kitchen door opened. Luo Binhan turned around and looked back, and saw Zhou Yu holding on to the door frame and walking out, with no color on his face. He glanced at Lot over Luo Binhan's shoulder, and then lowered his head. His shoulders spasmed slightly a few times, and the fingers gripping his abdomen gradually tightened. It seemed that the delayed onset of pain had finally come to him. Luo Binhan was about to go over and help him, but at this moment Luo De shrugged his shoulders.
"Ah, well," he said with a vacant look, "I don't believe that door tells the truth, but let's see what it's about."
He staggered away from the record player. Zhou Yu coughed twice and pointed at him, reminding Luo Binhan to pay attention to the number one threat at the moment. That is indeed a safer approach. Luo Binhan put the cell phone on voice dialing into his pocket and casually picked up the heavy jade ashtray next to it, a gift from Liu Ling. He could always throw it at Lot's head to see if he could smash it to pieces. He's not the only one with such ideas. Malcolm nimbly slipped to the corner and took the metal baseball bat hidden in the cupboard in his hand. Yu Xiaorong didn't get anything. She was held forcefully in her mother's arms and retreated to the stairs leading to the second floor, staring at him fiercely - no, more like staring at his back. Next to her, Hannah Zahn seemed to be whispering to her how to aim better.
Everyone was ready to make a move, except Zhou Yu, who was in a bit of a bad situation. His rapid breathing was so obvious even in the roaring music, almost matching the same beat as Lot's staggering steps. Some kind of hidden worry came to Luo Binhan's mind, but Zhou Yu still pointed at Lot and insisted that he pay attention to the lunatic's condition. He had to agree that this judgment was correct.
During the ecstatic climax of the music, Lot almost looked like a dancer on the opera stage. His body swayed crookedly and he walked towards the entrance hall step by step. No one understands what his purpose is, or if he even has one. He waved his arms genially to the unseen spectators around him, then opened the front door and walked out. He didn't close the door again, so everyone could see from the open door that he took two steps out and was about to walk into the yard. Then he covered his face with the palm of his left hand, turned to face the door, and carefully looked at something above the door frame through his fingers - a surveillance camera used to view visitors. That was the only possibility Luo Binhan could think of.
Rod covered his face with one hand and looked at the camera for half a minute, then slowly raised the bread knife and threw a shining arc in the air. The intertwined melody of the orchestra followed the tip of the knife, and the military cymbals were clanging forward, one sound higher than the other, leading this absurd comedy to a happy ending - and then he threw the knife away and threw it deep into the entrance hall. Malcolm pounced and kicked the knife far into the living room. Hannah ran up behind him, raising her gun to provide him with cover.
"No!" said a sharp voice, "No no no no no no no no!"
Luo Binhan felt a burst of electricity pass through his scalp, leaving waves of convulsions. The person who made the strange cry was Lot, or something inside Lot. The voice didn't sound like a living thing at all. Even the best opera singer couldn't make such a sound as if his vocal cords were about to be ripped off. He hurried forward to drag Hannah and Malcolm, who were nearest, back. But then he heard Lot making a terrible sound that was almost like a howl.
"You!" The sound of that thing was like the piercing screech of chalk crossing a blackboard. The whole neighborhood might have woken up from a nightmare, "You can't do this to me!"
Then he fell silent. The left hand covering his face slipped down. His head shot forward and hit the wall hard. boom! The loud sound was like a dull and heavy drumbeat. boom! Then another. boom! The red rain splashed into the entrance hall, making Yu Qingshu scream. Malcolm had turned around and covered Hannah's eyes. Bang bang bang! They finally heard that the sound was moving with the melody, as if a drum was being beaten with all their strength, like an involuntary drum. Bang bang! They vaguely heard the sound of the drum head breaking, the desperate drum hammer breaking and the wet sweat splashing. Bang bang!
The horns are like a swarm of carnivally dancing bees. boom! The strings linger and repeat with irony. boom! Approaching the end. Bang bang! The last three sections. boom! boom! boom! The last syllable. boom. The needle spins idling and everything is silent.
Only the drumbeat continues. boom. boom. boom. boom. boom. boom. The thing in front of the door can no longer stand up. It twitched and slid to the ground, with only its head still hitting the floor tiles violently again and again. Blood and other strange-colored liquids splashed across the door frame. There was a kind of noise mixed in the air, and it was difficult for Luo Binhan to tell whether it came from the record player behind him or from the breathing of the thing at the door. boom. The pace is getting slower and slower. boom. The movement became lighter and lighter. boom.
Malcolm had grabbed hold of Hannah, forcing her to turn her back to the door. He pushed Hannah, who was also pale, back to the living room, making sure that the minor could not see the situation in the entrance. Luo Binhan met his eyes, and neither of them could speak. There was a faint siren in the distance, but Luo Binhan didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination caused by his over-congested brain. He was dizzy and couldn't tell what he was feeling. He just slowly put the heavy jade ashtray back on the table. Yes, he figured Lot was no longer a threat now.
This thought made him take out his mobile phone numbly, wanting to tell Momolo the latest situation so that he would no longer have to rush to the rescue. Only then did he realize that there were only two eye-catching red exclamation marks on the chat interface. Due to some unfortunate network problem, his distress message and photos were not sent out at all, and his voice calls were not sent out at all. Brilliant, this was an unbelievably unlucky accident, a stupid and low-level mistake that could kill them all! But...it doesn't matter now.
He stared at the phone screen, as if several hours had passed. There was no movement around him, only bumps one after another. When the clock numbers on the phone changed twice, there was finally no sound at the door, but there seemed to be a noise in the distance. This night will soon become more lively and completely noisy, but Luo Binhan's attention is no longer on his hearing. He just stares at his mobile phone, with the music just now echoing in his head, until someone starts to cry painfully behind him. Coughed a few times.
He looked back in a daze. It's Zhou Yu. In the chaos just now, Zhou Yu had already walked out of the kitchen and was leaning against the record player where Lot once stood. The blood stains shone slightly on his gloves, and he still pressed his abdomen, looking uncomfortable. Luo Binhan wanted to go over and help him sit down, but Zhou Yu still just shook his head.
"I'm fine. In this situation... let's call the police first."
"There's also an ambulance." Malcolm said, having already handed his cell phone to Yu Qingshu from his pocket. His lack of trust in the police was not lost on him now. If he called the local police and said that someone had been killed in front of his house, who wouldn't think that he had drunk too much? Luo Binhan almost suspected that he had eaten something wrong.
Yu Qingshu dialed the number with a pale face. Everyone else seemed to be frozen, still at a loss for this bizarre and terrifying night. Luo Binhan stood there for a while, and finally decided to go to the door to make some cover. Of course, you can't mess with the traces on the door, so that the police won't be able to tell you clearly when they come, but there's no need for the family to keep staring at the scene outside the door. So he limped toward the entrance hall. When he passed Yu Xiaorong, he stopped and put his hands on her shoulders from behind. He felt her whole body tense suddenly, like a wild animal hearing the sound of gunshots in the distance.
"Stop staring there," he said as gently as possible, "go sit upstairs for a while."
Yu Xiaorong looked back at him. There was fear in her taut face, but there was something else besides, something deeper and more repressed. Her eyes first looked at his face, then fell to his legs. They all had many questions about each other, but enough was enough. They had both suffered enough tonight and it was time to take a good rest.
"Both of us need to be disinfected and bandaged." Luo Binhan changed his mind and said, "And Zhou Yu. Where are the medicines and bandages at home? On the second floor? I can't remember. Can you help me get them?"
Yu Xiaorong broke away from his hand and walked behind him. Luo Binhan continued to clean up the mess in the entrance hall. They passed each other. But behind his back, Yu Xiaorong didn't really go upstairs. Yu Xiaorong - Zhannia had her own ideas.
I know what's going on. That was what she was thinking at that moment. She walked straight towards the deepest part of the living room. I know who did this. She whispered, her hands curled tightly. The wound that penetrated her palm made her tremble all over, but now she needed this pain, she needed physical vigilance to overcome her instinctive fear.
Jania resisted all the urges rolling in her chest and raised her eyes to look at the person next to the record player. The man, as if he had completely anticipated her thoughts, was staring at her with a vacant expression, or maybe he just stared at the position where she was standing with empty eyes. One of his hands was still pressed against his abdomen (as if he had been seriously injured), but the other hand was resting on the record player as if unintentionally, stroking the flower-shaped horn as if rewarding a docile dog. The memory of the seaside returned to Zhaniya's mind. This was her secret, not only Zhou Wenxing, Chi Labin and Klein, but also this person - this thing that she didn't even know was human.
This machine is indeed a good dog in your eyes, right? She asked silently with her eyes, maybe the movement it made helped you? So that you can play with Lot like a dog? You killed him in front of us like you were casually smashing a broken drum. Did this scene make you happy?
The thing leaning against the golden copper flower, the real horror lurking in the room, is quietly tilting its face towards the sharp edge of the petals. He wrapped his arms around the copper flower and raised a finger to his lips. Hush - don't ruin this good show. A sickly and mocking smile clearly appeared on that arrogant face.
