"Why are you here, kid? Where are your parents?"
Chu Ping kept smiling like the big boy next door, making people feel that the person in front of him was definitely not a bad person.
The sound of the little boy smashing the car stopped in shock. It was so sudden that Chu Ping could not react for a moment.
"Are you looking for them?"
Chu Ping suddenly felt that asking the little boy to stop seemed not a good decision.
The little boy turned around and stared at Chu Ping not far away. Although his whole body was wrapped in darkness, Chu Ping could clearly see the little boy's eyes.
The eyes were blood red, without pupils, like a flame burning in the dark night.
"Kid, tell me where your home is? I'll take you home."
Chu Ping moved slightly back to ensure that he was at a safe distance from the blood-red eyes, and then felt a little relieved.
The little boy didn't speak, but his blood-red eyes moved closer to Chu Ping.
In the darkness, Chu Ping was completely at a disadvantage.
The rain outside the overpass was getting heavier and heavier, and no one expected that such a strange thing would happen under the overpass.
Chu Ping took out a lighter from his jacket pocket.
Just now when Chu Ping got out of the car to smoke, he stuffed the lighter into his jacket pocket.
Sparks flew everywhere, and a weak flame appeared from the ignition port of the lighter.
"I'm really lucky." Chu Ping didn't expect to succeed in just one try.
When Chu Ping looked up again, he suddenly found a pale face appearing in front of him, facing the tip of his nose, and he could even clearly feel the other person's cold body temperature.
His blood-red eyes looked straight at Chu Ping, as if he wanted to destroy him. ,
Chu Ping's heart felt cold.
"I just want to correct your mistake of smashing the car window and do a good deed to send you home. How can this also lead to death?"
The fire went out and the surroundings fell into darkness again.
"Mother--"
The little boy's voice was like the sound of a sharp knife cutting across a steel plate, sharp and harsh.
"He's calling me mom?"
Chu Ping covered his ears. He did not expect that not only was he not killed, but he also had a strange son for no reason.
Chu Ping still felt a little want to laugh when he thought about it.
No, it was behind him. The little boy was looking at his behind!
Chu Ping followed the little boy's gaze and happened to see a bunch of black hair floating behind him. The sticky thing on his neck just now was the mucus dripping from this bunch of hair.
Chu Ping shivered and dropped the lighter in his hand to the ground.
"Bata——"
The crisp sound seemed to cover up the pounding rain.
Chu Ping didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of alarming the strange existence in front of him.
The hair hangs upside down, as if someone is hanging on it.
"Is that what's hidden under the overpass?"
Chu Ping swallowed hard. He couldn't believe that the strange stories about this place were actually true, and that he even encountered them.
The hair hung upside down, and a drop of viscous liquid dripped from the tip of the hair, fell into the rain, and then slowly adhered to the ground.
"Hello, my name is Xie Guoan."
Chu Ping took the lead in breaking the awkward situation.
"I'm sorry, old Xie Tou. If I can see you again, I will definitely talk to you more and help you improve your performance."
The old man was Xie Guoan, and Chu Ping found out this name from Mickey Mouse, who was selling calligraphy, painting and antiques at the flea market.
It's just that the bunch of black hair didn't seem to understand Chu Ping's meaning and showed no reaction.
"This is your son, I brought him back."
Chu Ping moved a step to the side, revealing the little boy who was blocked behind him.
Blood-red eyes looked at Chu Ping, and a chill came up from the soles of Chu Ping's feet.
"Did I understand it wrong? The long-haired girl is not his mother?"
Chu Ping swallowed hard.
"Mother--"
The sharp and harsh sound sounded again.
Chu Ping followed the little boy's gaze and looked back again. Another bunch of black hair appeared. Thick mucus dripped from the ends of the hair, and then fell into the rain.
"again?"
Chu Ping slowly backed away, and now he had an extremely terrifying thought in his mind.
The little boy looked at Chu Ping again.
"Mother--"
The black hair fell just in front of him, and the thick liquid stained Chu Ping's face.
"The third bunch!"
Chu Ping slowly looked up, only to see something swaying back and forth on the dark top of his head.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, and for the first time, the footbridge was filled with light.
Chu Ping took the opportunity to see clearly what was under the overpass.
At that moment, Chu Ping's blood ran cold.
Under the overpass were densely packed corpses hanging upside down, with black hair hanging down like a curtain hanging above their heads.
"Mother--"
A strange smile appeared on the little boy's pale face.
"Do you want to be my mother?"
"I want to be your daddy!"
Chu Ping took out the stick from his lower back and hit the little boy directly on the head.
"boom--"
The little boy's head collapsed, and gray-white brain mixed with scarlet blood flowed from the wound, as if he had been sprinkled with a bowl of tofu mixed with chili oil.
The little boy seems to be still thinking about what Chu Ping said about his father just now.
The blood on his head was bleeding more and more, dyeing his pale cheeks red.
"I don't want a father, I want a mother."
The little boy looked very scary at this time. His face was covered with blood stains, and there was a big hole on his head that was bleeding. Gray-white brain matter was bleeding out in spurts along with the blood.
"I want you to be my mother."
It was the first time in Chu Ping's life that he heard such an unreasonable request.
But he seemed unable to resist.
Chu Ping raised the swinging stick and hit the little boy's head again. Just when the swinging stick was about to hit the little boy's head, Chu Ping suddenly found that his movements stopped inexplicably, as if something was coming behind him. Pulling his hand.
A ball of hair with mucus wrapped around Chu Ping.
The little boy looked at Chu Ping, who was unable to move, and seemed very satisfied with the result.
"Do you want to be my mom?"
It seems to be torture from the soul.
"Kid, you may have some misunderstanding about your mother."
Chu Ping tried his best to break free from the hair that bound him, but it was all in vain. The hair became tighter and tighter, like a python entangling its prey, until the prey suffocated to death.
"They are all my moms."
The little boy pointed to the overpass.
Chu Ping knew that there were corpses hanging one after another, like cicada pupae wrapped in cocoons, hanging on it.
It seems that these people were killed by little boys.
"None of them wanted to be my mom, but I couldn't live without my mom, so I kept them."
