Sherson ran for his life, and the clatter of footsteps was particularly harsh in the quiet city. He didn't have to turn around to look, he could feel the gaze coming from the darkness.
That look came from the survivors, and maybe there were also people he had helped. But now they are full of malice and without a trace of worry, waiting to see the fate of this person who violated the taboo, as if the death of others will make them farther away from the final outcome.
It's like a rat in the sewer!
Sherson was shocked when he first came up with this idea. Their explorers had never been affected by the external environment, so how could it suddenly become so dark?
But soon his doubts and surprises faded away, and an inexplicable sense of fear gnawed away at his heart bit by bit. The still very young explorer only felt that his body was a little weak, and it was gradually out of his control.
The pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer. Sherson jumped forward and narrowly avoided an attack. He even felt the furry paws of the teddy bear brush against the back of his neck.
Because of this pounce, he slid on the ground for a while, and a layer of skin was rubbed off his elbow. However, the pain made him wake up a little, and he immediately got up and continued to run forward.
At this moment, the colored lights on both sides of the street flashed and suddenly went out.
In the darkness, Sherson heard the sound of footsteps and the sound of licking. He didn't care about what was happening behind him, he just ran towards the city gate in the dark based on the route he remembered.
It's close, it's close, and there are no other noises around him, which means that the toy hunters playing hide and seek have not come here. Sherson gritted his teeth and reached out to fumble for the nearby city gate.
However, he touched a wall, and there was a thick and sticky feeling on the smooth and cold stone brick surface, which was disgusting.
"Hahahahahahahaha," a sharp laughter suddenly sounded in Shelson's ears, "It's fake, it's fake. Your stupidity has killed others, and it will also kill yourself."
Just after the laughter disappeared, the colored lights came on again, and Shelson saw the scene in front of him clearly.
It is clearly a city gate, tall and giving hope to life. However, his hand passed through the wood and touched a stone wall.
Is it an illusion? Sherson stepped back in a daze. His hands gradually emerged from the shadow of the wooden door, covered in blood and white grease.
Sherson lowered his head. There were corpses around his feet. He still recognized the faces of these people. They were the survivors who he had guided the way out. These people lie prone on the ground, showing the image of trying to get away from the door, even at the last moment before death, seeming to want to crawl as far away as possible.
There were traces of dragging blood on the ground. Parts of some people's limbs had been dragged into the wall by unknown forces. The furthest ones seemed to be dragged back from a meter away.
how so? A sad look appeared on Sherson's face, and he slowly backed away, intending to stay away from this terrible place.
A corpse suddenly raised its hand and grabbed his ankle.
"Ah!" Sherson finally screamed, a sound he could hardly recognize as his own, but the same sound he had heard before.
He turned around and looked at the teddy bears that were gradually surrounding him with a dull expression. He backed away little by little and pressed his back against the cold stone wall. The chill penetrated his thin jacket and reached all the way to the bottom of his heart.
Instead of being turned into a funny monkey doll, it's better to be "eaten" by the wall.
At the same time he had this idea, the teddy bears stopped approaching, and a noisy sound like a fork rubbing on a porcelain plate sounded from behind him, accompanied by an increasingly louder slurping sound in his ears. Sherson could feel something approaching.
Just then, the colored lights went out again.
This has never happened before, because every time the lights are turned off, it is short-lived, but the time when the lights are on is very long, and it is impossible to turn off the lights again so quickly.
"I turned off the light. If you are willing to hold my hand, I can help you go."
A childish voice sounded, exactly like the one-eyed little girl I met in the amusement park before.
With no other way to escape, Sherson could only agree, and then a cold little hand grabbed Sherson's right hand. The man was so strong that he dragged him out.
Sherson felt the skin of this little hand. It was as rough as tree bark. It was indeed hers, and for some reason, it seemed smaller than when he visually inspected it before.
The two of them ran for unknown distance in the darkness. Shelson heard melodious music coming from his ears. Judging from the sound quality, it sounded like it was coming from a music box.
Then the little girl stopped, and Shelson stopped too, and then she let go and walked away noiselessly somewhere.
Shelson couldn't see anything, and was about to ask something when suddenly a huge force came from behind, and he was pushed down somewhere unprepared.
Of course, he did not fall to his death, because he fell into a huge ocean ball pool. This kind of entertainment facility is also very common in the eighth world. Some people even replaced it with a solid metal ball in order to practice physical skills.
Does this child want to play with him by himself? Shelson was wondering, but the balls that almost buried him were not made of plastic, but felt warm to the touch.
"Look for it for me, I can't find it," the little girl's voice came from above, "I found it, let you go, go from the east."
At this moment, the colorful lights turned on again, and Sherson realized that he was not in a wave pool at all. The huge pit was filled with eyeballs the same size as the wave balls. They were as fresh as if they had just slipped out of his eyes, but they didn't feel sticky to the touch, which was why he didn't notice them at first.
But no matter what, he didn't need to look for it to know that there was no eyeball that could fit into the little girl's tiny eye socket.
Does she want him to be trapped here forever?
"Help me find it," the little girl still repeated, "I can't find it. I haven't been able to find it. I have to replace it, and it breaks again."
Sherson bent down. After escaping from danger, the inexplicable chaos in his mind subsided a lot, and now he could finally think. Now he didn't know how to leave under the little girl's nose, so he could only act like he was looking for her, stalling for time.
He didn't choose to delay because he had no choice but to find that his previous feeling was correct. The little girl's body was even drier than before, and even her originally straight back became rickety. This shows that her lifespan is also passing, and there is not much time left.
Finally, a second before the next light went out, the little girl turned into ashes.
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