Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Although kidnapping the Zhou family's child was a conspiracy by several people with the surname Zhao, it was not glorious to say it out loud. After discussing it, several people decided to hide the child. Where was the safest place?

Of course, the most dangerous place is the safest. The brighter the place, the darker the darkness.

So they roughly locked the child in a box and placed the box in the darkroom behind the stage. The theater was originally managed by the Zhao family, and the darkroom used to store tools was rarely entered by outsiders. They hid the child here without anyone else noticing.

But they couldn't really suffocate the child, so they only left a small hole in the box for him to breathe, and they would only open the box occasionally when someone came to bring him food.

The child didn't make any noise or fuss. When someone gave him food, he would obediently pick up the bowl and stuff the unpalatable food into his mouth.

"Isn't this child a fool?"

Some people had seen his abnormal behavior many times and naturally raised questions.

The boy did not respond to questions from the outside world. After eating something unpalatable, he would return the bowl and chopsticks to them, then curl up in the box and watch the adults close the box calmly. His eyes fell into darkness.

The box was locked. The person outside kicked the box and said, "Boy, wait until your parents bring the money, and then we will let you go."

Having said that, it is not certain whether they will release the person in the end.

After all, the Zhou family had made enemies with them. If they found their son, what would they do if they went to speak ill of the Zhao family to those dignitaries? Anyway, they also got the secret of the Zhou family's control of shadow puppetry. By then, the Zhou family would have no value and would naturally be buried in the pit.

The theater is the most lively place in the village. There are often performances here. When the gongs and drums sound and the singers open their mouths, the audience cheers.

Only at this time would the theater be brightly lit, and a ray of light would slip into the backstage, pass through the gap in the box, and fall into a pair of clean brown eyes.

The young child stared at the light outside, listening to how brave and fearless the general on the stage was as he went into the battlefield to kill the enemies again and again. As time passed, he gradually learned to sing a few lines along.

He didn't dare to make any noise, and only remembered what his father said, "You have to wait for me to come back obediently."

So he was very well behaved and didn't make any noise.

In fact, he vaguely knew that he was different from other children. There were many things he could not express, so he could only remain silent. But he remembered every hug from his parents, remembered the rainy days when his father held him to see a doctor, and remembered the cold winter when his mother bought him a new cotton-padded jacket.

He also remembered the disappointed looks in his parents' eyes time and time again.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people came to deliver meals, and their attitude towards him became more and more rude. Later, they grabbed his collar angrily and told him viciously, "Your parents will not come! You have been abandoned by them!"

He said dully: "It will come."

This child seemed to have no idea what fear was. Even when facing several burly men who were angry with him, he was not scared to tears and remained expressionless the entire time.

Someone angrily said: "I told you he was a fool!"

"No wonder the Zhou couple kept him. They must have wanted to abandon this fool a long time ago!"

"We should have kept the child instead of arresting this idiot whose parents didn't want him!"

They thought they had caught a favorable bargaining chip and could get a large sum of money and become rich overnight, but the couple who seemed honest and loyal on weekdays unexpectedly did not care about the life or death of their eldest son.

In this era, no one can guarantee whether they can live to see tomorrow. Money is of course much more important than human life.

Several members of the Zhao family threw the scarred child back into the box, locked the box, and the boy was trapped in darkness again.

"You'd better pray for your parents to come back with money, otherwise..."

They didn't finish their words, but the threat in them was clear enough for a child to understand.

He didn't know whether his parents came back or not, nor had he ever seen anyone from the Zhao family again. He only remembered that he seemed to have slept for a very long time, and woke up to the sound of "Yiyayaya" from the stage.

The concepts of time and space became blurred in his impression. He was actually able to walk out of the box and slowly walked behind the stage. Through the curtain, he stared dully at the mighty "general" on the stage as he killed the enemy with a long sword and saved the princess.

Then, the people in the audience shouted loudly: "General! General!"

Great general.

The boy's thin body was hidden in the darkness, surrounded by the cheers in front of him. The untouchable light bloomed like a flower in front of his eyes. The cheers of admiration from everyone seemed to become a physical entity, constantly telling him in his ears: "You are the almighty general."

This poor child was bewitched by the glamour of the outside world. He had been behind the stage for a long time, powerless to do anything, and he deceived himself into becoming the heroic general in the story.

It seemed that only in this way could he grasp the glamour of everything.

Therefore, he had to go to the battlefield like a great general to kill the enemies and save his people.

After a while, many soldiers suddenly came to the theater. They captured many children and threatened that if no one from Zhaojiawan could perform to the commander's satisfaction, they would kill the children one by one.

Of course, the Marshal who viewed human life as something to play with also had a few large boxes opened, "Whoever can perform to my satisfaction can take all these things."

The sound of opera mixed with gunshots and crying woke up the people who were sleeping curled up in the box.

The theater was filled with blood, and several children's bodies were lying on the ground, surrounded by their crying parents.

Someone holding an oil drum shouted: "I will fight you!"

After a gunshot, the man fell to the ground. The oil drum rolled over and touched the candle flame, instantly catching fire. Many people had no time to escape and were swallowed by the flames. The miserable screams turned the theater into a hell on earth.

Everyone protected the Marshal and fled out the door. The door suddenly closed. In the light of the fire, there stood a dark shadow, drifting unsteadily, barely forming the figure of a child. He was holding a long sword that was taller than him, looking absurd and weird.

I don’t know who shouted “Ghost!”

Being trapped in this space burning with flames, even people with guns in their hands can only turn into a piece of charcoal in the end. In the face of death, everyone is equal.