"Come on, don't be afraid."
"There are oranges to eat."
The mother took the little girl to sit on the sofa and stuffed a few oranges warmed by the fire into her hands.
The father and cousin sat aside with worried faces, seeming to be very anxious about the little girl's condition.
"Honey, let's call the police quickly. The parents of this child may be very anxious now."
Dad is sitting on the rubber stool.
He said looking at the pitiful little girl.
I don’t know if it’s because of fear…
The little girl didn't say a word after entering the house. She just sat obediently with red eyes. She didn't intend to peel the orange in her hand, but simply squeezed it.
"Of course I know, do you still need to remind me?"
Mom rolled her eyes at Dad.
Then she turned her head and looked at Qianye and said, "Go and call the police. After you make the call, remember to go downstairs and ask if any of the neighbors know who this little girl belongs to."
Qianye nodded.
He moved towards the landline phone next to the TV.
In this era of rapid development, the popularity of mobile phones is far from reaching the level in the real world where almost everyone has one.
Except for my father, who often needs to go out to work, who has a mobile phone, everyone else in the family uses the installed landline to make calls.
Qianye pressed the alarm number and picked up the phone to answer the call.
inside the handset.
The ringtone music played during the connection is played.
The cousin entertained the little girl by the fire. She took out watercolor pens from the bag she brought back to draw her pictures, and praised her from time to time.
But the little girl was not very interested.
She just silently drew on the paper, drawing some patterns taught by the teacher in kindergarten...
Waiting.
The other end of the phone was answered.
"Hello, my name is Qianye. I found a little girl at home, um... about six years old. She was lost with her parents. I want to call the police to help find her parents.
Qianye said into the phone.
He looked at the little girl and waited patiently for the answer on the other end.
But after he finished speaking.
There was only silence in the receiver...
No sound came.
"Is it broken?"
He picked up the phone and looked at it carefully, then checked the line socket and found that there was no problem. He put his ear close and listened carefully.
There was no sound at all from the caller.
Very quiet.
"Hey, hello?"
Qianye shouted towards the communication port.
There was still no reaction from the other side...
He hung up the phone in confusion and prepared to call again.
However, just when Qianye was about to press the dial button, a hand suddenly reached out and held his wrist.
He looked sideways.
He saw his mother standing on his right side with an uncomfortable expression.
"Forget it, don't fight. I'll send her directly to the police station."
"Huh? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just call the police?"
Qianye asked in confusion.
"Don't fight if I ask you not to. Just stay at home. I will send this little girl over."
My mother left this sentence with a strange look on her face.
Qianye wanted to say something else, but seeing his mother's somewhat uncomfortable expression, he finally just swallowed it back and wisely did not continue talking.
After hanging up the phone.
Qianye sat back by the stove.
The mother tidied up casually, then took the little girl and opened the door and left.
Only dad, cousin, Xixi and him were left in the house.
The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward for some reason.
The TV commercial breaks continue…
On the screen whose resolution was not very clear, the host's voice was still shouting exaggeratedly, asking if anyone knew the correct answer and to call the hotline quickly.
Chino put a peeled orange into his mouth.
He felt as if someone was watching him.
Then he looked up at his cousin who had just looked away.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Ying's eyes averted, and she pretended not to know and responded: "Ah? It's nothing."
Say it.
She cast her gaze on the boring TV screen.
Qianye lowered his head slightly.
Just now, he clearly felt that the cousin was looking at him in a strange way, and when he raised his head, the cousin quickly looked away.
"What? Why is everyone acting weird today..."
Qianye wondered in his heart and muttered.
never mind.
He planned to go back to his room first.
Read comics or something.
He felt much more comfortable than staying in this living room.
When thinking of this, Qianye suddenly caught a glimpse of the picture the little girl had drawn before on the fire table.
The upper right corner of the drawing is the unified half sun of the kindergarten.
There is a tall house in the sun, and next to the house is a huge tree.
The base of the tree is filled with stick figures with simple lines.
Almost fills the entire bottom space.
What is hard to understand is...
These stick figures are painted in three colors, the upper part is red, the middle part is black, and the lower part is green.
Although stick figures come in different sizes.
But their postures were all the same, with their backs to the house as if they were about to run.
"Drawing so many things so quickly?"
Qianye calculated it, and it only took a few minutes for the little girl to sit down and leave.
Being able to draw these things in such a short period of time.
It made him feel a little strange.
So he took a serious look...
But nothing was seen.
"It's too forced, I can't understand it."
He shook his head, simply stopped caring about these things, and went directly back to his bedroom, thinking about reading the comics he secretly bought last time.
inside the room.
Qianye locked the door habitually.
Then he took out the comic book he had hidden under the bed.
Turn to the page that you haven't read before...
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…
The other side at this time.
A young man in a neat suit.
Standing under the campus stone slab with the four characters "Yutian High School" engraved on it, blocking the wind with his hands, he slowly lit a cigarette for himself.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone lightly on his body, as if lighting a lonely lamp on him, making his figure look a little thin and lonely.
He glanced down at his watch.
Discover the weird twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, with only five hours left...
Pedestrians kept passing by him on the road.
Perhaps it was because there were a lot of half-burnt cigarettes piled at his feet.
Occasionally someone would look at him.
The young man retracted his arm with the watch on it, raised his head and glanced at the passers-by who were about to pass by him.
He stretched out his hand to stop the man...
"Hello?"
He greeted tentatively.
The passerby hesitated for a few seconds, looked at the white sneakers he was wearing that didn't match the suit he was wearing, and asked him with a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"
The young man did not speak...
He just took a long drag on the cigarette.
Then he blew the second-hand smoke from his mouth towards passers-by.
The other person couldn't react and choked it into his nose, causing him to keep coughing.
"Ghost? Human?"
he asked again.
"Ugh... cough! You are crazy!"
The man cursed.
I just wanted to punch him!
But because he thought that he had something else to do, he had to retract his hand and walk quickly away from this guy with abnormal brain.
While passers-by left.
He was still muttering curses.
The young man didn't seem to hear it, he just looked at the endless traffic on the street and thought about how the passers-by would react.
"This is the first time I have seen such a rich world..."
During thinking.
The personal panel floating next to him has not yet been closed.
I saw that the thing on the panel was displaying his information...
[Name: An Zhi]
[Identity: Supporting Role (Gold)]
[Character: A madman with a normal worldview. 】
【thing:……】
【talent:……】
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