Lin An seemed to look through the iron door and saw a child sitting on the ground, banging his head against the door.
Liang Shaoguang seemed to have reacted, and he looked at his mother-in-law with dumbfounded eyes.
"Didn't you say that the child in the wheelchair belongs to your relative?!"
"You just took over and took care of me!?"
Zhou Fengling's face was full of cowardice, her eyes were red and she hugged the child tightly:
"I'm sorry, I... I was just worried that you would worry about me bringing a bottle of oil..."
Lin An sighed and turned back to look at Zhou Fengling with complicated eyes.
"yes."
"That kid is a jerk."
"Your parents died early when you were young, your child is disabled, and you don't have a man anymore. You drive around outside every day to sell goods."
"It's very tiring and hard."
"There are even a lot of rumors in the village. It's really a difficult life."
This kind of thing is so common that Lin An can probably guess it without even asking Zhou Fengling's fellow villagers.
Who would want a woman to drive a truck with calloused hands and an out-of-shape figure, if she was not living alone and had no one to rely on?
Gao Tian took a deep breath and asked with difficulty:
"Boss, do you mean that Zhou Fengling killed her child in order to marry Liang Shaoguang!?"
"The resentment of the child before she died was injected into the doll!? It turned into a meme and hunted her down!?"
"No!"
Zhou Fengling hugged the child tightly and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"I don't!"
"How could I have the heart to kill my own child!?"
She turned to look at Liang Shaoguang, her eyes pleading:
"Lao Liang, you believe me, you must believe me! How could I be so cruel..."
Lin An glanced at Gao Tian approvingly, but still shook his head.
"I believe you didn't kill the child, and you couldn't do such a thing."
"But I want to restore what happened."
"One day before the apocalypse broke out, you took your and Liang Shaoguang's children back to your hometown."
"You told the child in advance not to call him mother, and your grandfather acquiesced. He knew it was too difficult for you."
"Your first child saw the toy you made that day. After you left, he wanted to ask grandpa for one, or grandpa took the initiative to make one for him."
"Since you left, the child misses his mother every day and plays games with his dolls."
"Because he can't move in a wheelchair, and the child's disability is even more serious... He is a paralyzed child and can only move his neck..."
"So the only game he can play is wooden man."
As Lin An told it, Zhang Tie seemed to see a boy in a wheelchair who could only talk to himself and looked at the puppet happily:
"3.2.1"
"Blockhead"
"Don't move..."
...
"Bang-bang-bang"
The puppet is banging on the door.
...
Lin Anhun continued to whisper indifferently:
"When the doomsday broke out, you and Liang Shaoguang returned to the village with your children."
"The child in the wheelchair is very happy to see you, but you don't dare to have too much contact with him. You are afraid that Liang Shaoguang will find out."
"The child in the wheelchair is very obedient. He listens to you very much, so he never dared to call you mother."
"Until the end breaks out..."
"No one can face a zombie for the first time without being scared."
"You were carrying the child in your hands at that time, right?"
"As you were escaping I'm sure you saw the child in the wheelchair."
"When the zombie rushed out, he or she had a doll sitting on his lap,"
"You are hesitant and afraid..."
"But in the end we chose to give up saving him."
"A child in a wheelchair, you think even if you save him, he won't survive in this doomsday."
"Even death is a relief."
"Actually, you don't have much affection for him, otherwise you wouldn't let him continue to hold the paint puppet when you saw it."
"That child has made you suffer too much, you are too tired..."
Lin An walked up to Zhou Fengling, then slowly leaned down:
"You saw the child being eaten alive by zombies, and the bloody doll on his leg became your nightmare from then on."
"Whenever you think about it, I'm sure you feel remorse and fear."
"So you give all your love to your and Liang Shaoguang's children."
The woman covered her face and sobbed, and the sound of the banging of the iron door hit her heart.
"I actually thought about it...I actually thought about the puppet outside being Xiaonan..."
"I'm so scared...he won't survive!"
"In order to treat him, I have nothing. I drive every day to save money. I really can't stand it anymore...!"
With a cry in her voice, Zhou Fengling rested her head on the bewildered child's face and trembled all over.
"Mom...don't...cry"
The child imitated the behavior of an adult and tried to wipe away the tears on her face, then turned to look at Lin An curiously.
Lin An slowly stood up straight, but other people's screams could be heard in his ears.
"Door! Door!"
"The iron door opened the gap!"
"Quick! Find something to block it!"
There was a panic in the restaurant. The originally solid iron door was unknowingly made into a puppet's dent, and the lower gap was slightly light-emitting.
Zhang Tie's back felt cold, and he rushed to Lin An.
"Boss Lin! What to do!?"
Lin Anhun didn't care about the iron door behind him. The eyes of everyone in the restaurant were desperate.
He had long thought that he couldn't stay here.
In the previous life, all major safe areas were bloodbathed by puppets. What could stop an ordinary iron door?
It seems that killing people through memes will increase their power...
He waved his hand to signal Zhang Tie and Gao Tian not to panic.
But with a calm voice, she looked at Zhou Fengling and continued:
"Actually, I've been thinking about a question."
"Why does the puppet give you time to escape after killing someone?"
"This loophole is actually quite big."
"I don't think it necessarily has a limit on killing people."
"After it locks on to the target, as long as someone actively looks at it, it will start counting again."
"I wonder if it's watching..."
"Looking at the person who is willing to die for others and who is willing to sacrifice himself to save others."
"Is it his mother..."
"Unfortunately, it has not seen those eyes until now."
"Just like when he died, the last scene he saw was his mother leaving him behind."
"boom!"
The iron door could not withstand the impact and was knocked open.
The moonlight at night squeezed out from the crack of the door and sprinkled on the ground.
The door opened.
The puppet with white paint and dull eyes sat on the ground, silently watching the survivors in the restaurant.
