He looked at the evil map and found that he was in a very strange place. He shook his phone and slowly returned to his location.
"It's Limin Community again, there are so many strange things going on."
He went there on his bicycle.
When I was in junior high school, I was introduced to the second dimension by Liu Xiaoxiao. I felt like a Kamen Rider. Thinking about it now, I still feel embarrassed by my thoughts at that time.
It's only 7:15 now. If you arrive at school before 8 o'clock, you won't be considered late.
When he arrived at the gate of the community, he said to the guard, and they would basically let you in without asking who you were.
He felt it for a while, and could only feel the quietness of summer morning, but did not feel the scent of monsters.
If there was really a monster causing trouble, he hadn't felt it yet since he was so close.
Either he is very strong and good at hiding, or he is so weak that he is caught off guard.
It doesn't matter if you are strong or weak.
The shadow under him suddenly changed, and a woman's hand grew out on the ground, with jade-like skin and clear finger bones, and handed out a jade bracelet.
Feng Wuli took it with a chuckle.
"Don't worry, they are probably just people who frightened themselves and then reported the crime randomly. Monsters are very well-behaved."
Monsters are more disciplined than humans.
The hand handed him the thing and then retracted it.
The community is relatively old. There are many people going out downstairs in the early morning, and the gate on the first floor frequently comes in and out.
There were even students in Shazhong who were wearing school uniforms. They might have taken a second look when they saw Feng Wuli also wearing school uniforms.
He went to Building 11, which Director Yang said, and walked slowly while listening to the noise. Just as an aunt who went downstairs to open the gate came out, he walked to the door and held the gate.
At first glance, he looks like a habitual offender.
Personal behavior has nothing to do with the company.
The aunt glanced at him and didn't think much about it.
"Did the young man leave something behind at school?" the aunt asked with a smile.
Feng Wuli pretended to be shy: "Suddenly I remembered that I didn't know if the door was closed. It seemed like it was closed but it seemed like it wasn't."
The aunt was silent for a while, then returned to the gate and entered the elevator with Feng Wuli.
"Aren't you going out?" Feng Wuli asked curiously.
She smiled sheepishly, "When you said that, Auntie also forgot whether to close the door or not."
The aunt clicked on the 8th floor, looked at the 12th floor where Feng Wuli clicked, and said, "Are you from that Teacher Zhang's family?"
Teacher Zhang's house is where Feng Wuli goes.
"No, I live across from Teacher Zhang."
He asked cryptically, "Auntie, I heard that something happened to Teacher Zhang's family?"
The old aunt's gossip fire was ignited, right?
The child in Teacher Zhang’s family used to be evil. He was nagging all the time. Recently, it has become even more serious. When he sees people downstairs in the community, he doesn’t speak. He just stares at people blankly and then runs away. He can’t learn now. On.
I would often be alone there, not knowing who to talk to. Sometimes it would be a stray cat, and sometimes I would even talk to a tree for the whole day.
Just two words, evil, everyone who looks at that child feels scared.
When we arrived on the eighth floor, my aunt was still talking non-stop, looking at Feng Wuli like she was looking at the old gossip sisters at the entrance to the village, a look that everyone understood.
Feng Wuli had an expression on his face like, "How could this happen? It's too scary."
The aunt just showed an expression like, "Well, everyone in the community knows now, but you don't know."
We had a great time chatting.
Feng Wuli also understood the general situation.
The elevator went up to the twelfth floor and he walked out of the elevator entrance. They were all old-style apartments with shoe cabinets outside. The couplets on both sides of the door were still new. He felt at the door for a long time that there was no wind in the corridor and there was a stuffy smell with blocked airflow. taste.
He was stunned
"Click——"
Suddenly the door opened.
A head stuck out. It was a small boy of five or six years old, with a pink face and a beautiful face.
Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment, and just when he was about to quibble, the boy asked in a sweet tone: "Brother, are you a monster?"
The corridor is quiet, and you can hear the sound of cartoons playing in the living room of the house.
Playing with bears
"Of course big brother is not a monster." Feng Wuli explained with a smile.
"Then you catch monsters?"
"No, my brother doesn't catch monsters." Feng Wuli didn't know why he communicated with the boy: "Why do you say that my brother is a monster?"
"Because my brother kept saying at the door that he didn't feel any monsters?"
Feng Wuli was startled. These things were what he was thinking and he must not have said them out loud.
"Really? Do you hear me?"
"I heard you, big brother, do you want to come in and sit down?" He opened the door, and there was an empty living room inside. The TV was playing cartoons, and the room was bright and clean.
Are children so bold now? They can let strangers in at will.
Feng Wuli shook his head and said no, and asked him why he didn't go to school.
The little boy said that when he goes out now, he hears a lot of strange noises. He is too scared to go out or go to school. His parents have gone to work, so he is alone at home.
"May I have your name?"
"Yang Yang."
"Xiaoyang can't open the door to strangers casually from now on. There are many bad people." Feng Wuli said with a gentle smile, stretched out his hand behind the door and touched the little guy's head.
"But Big Brother is not a bad person." He was very sure and asked: "Big Brother, are there monsters in the world?"
He looked innocent, and Feng Wuli didn't know how to answer.
"Can you see them?"
Yang Yang shook his head and said, "Yang Yang could hear them. Suddenly someone was talking in a place where there was nothing. Yang Yang didn't see anything. Originally, Yang Yang could only hear them talking, but in the past few days, Yang Yang could hear a lot. Sound, everyone is talking, if they don’t open their mouths, Yang Yang can hear what they say, cats can also talk, tables and chairs can also talk, it’s so noisy.”
Feng Wuli suddenly felt that he was very similar to when he was a child.
He didn't say anything, squatted down and looked at the boy named Yang Yang. He still had baby fat on his face, had his hair cut off, and his hands were chubby.
Feng Wuli held his hand and just looked at him with a smile.
"Why can't you tell people you can hear them?"
"Are they scared? Yes, my parents are so scared of me. I don't dare to say this to them."
"Are there really monsters?"
Monsters and humans can't be explained clearly in two or three sentences, so Feng Wuli silently told the little guy that there was no need to be afraid or panic. He told him that no one could see or hear, so he had to pretend. Tsukuru couldn't see or hear.
Yang Yang couldn't see that world, he could only.
Although it is already stronger than most practitioners, after all, most practitioners cannot perceive the world at all before they practice.
But Feng Wuli didn't quite understand what he meant by being able to hear the sounds of those flowers, plants, tables, chairs and benches.
After chatting for fifteen minutes, Feng Wuli asked Yang Yang to close the door and stop opening the door to strangers.
He turned to leave, but he didn't notice that a golden flying insect, only one-tenth the size of a grain of rice, flew out the moment the door was closed.
When Feng Wuli walked to the elevator, he suddenly felt as if something flew into his ear.
