[Swallow] Billions of years single dog

The little boy woke up for the first time, and the utility room was always dark, so he couldn't use it as a reference. He stretched out his little head and looked through the crack of the door, but there was no light coming through.

I must have woken up early, the little boy thought.Usually when he wakes up, it will be daylight, and the boy's confinement time should be over, did he wake up early this time?

The little boy leaned against the table, closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep again.

But this time it became a bit more difficult. He ate a mouthful of hard steamed buns at night, and was squeezed in at the end again at noon. He only ate a mouthful of leftover rice.

The clamor of the body was so strong that it affected the boy's brain and became so awake that he couldn't fall asleep.

The time is still long, the little boy judged, he will not be hungry after falling asleep, maybe he can still eat chicken drumsticks and rice in his dreams!

The little boy rubbed his sore neck and back from the table legs, moved his buttocks, and lay flat on the concrete floor, feeling much more comfortable.It's just that the boy frowned and tried his best to turn his body sideways so that the clothes would not touch the ground.

This is his best and cleanest piece of clothing. If it is torn, he will have to wait until the aunt in the orphanage next year to issue a new one.

The boy closed his eyes and started counting sheep, one...two...three...two hundred...eight thousand nine hundred and seventy one...

In the end, I don't know how many were counted, and the boy finally fell into a deep sleep.

Another period of time passed, and the little boy woke up for the second time, looking around with his two big round eyes open, it was pitch black, this time the boy was completely sleepless, but it was still dark.

The boy got up and scrambled to the door of the utility room.The facilities of this orphanage are very old, and the door of the utility room is still the type with an iron chain passing through the bolt and locked with a big lock.

The boy tugged the door back, and the door made a screeching sound as it dragged the chain, and reluctantly opened a big gap.The boy looked out through the gap. The aisle was pitch black, with no lights and no sound.

The boy tried his best to stick his head through the crack of the door, and finally saw a bit of the sky outside through the corner of the fence. There was a moon tonight, but the moonlight was hazy and unreal, and it could barely illuminate anything.

It's still early, the little boy is discouraged, and the aunt will come back to let him out until it's time for breakfast, and the time is still far away.

Why is it so long tonight?

The little boy sat back in his original position, his stomach was still flustered with hunger, but maybe he was too hungry, so he didn't feel so uncomfortable.

The boy stretched out his small hands to tighten the clothes on his body, sat upright, opened a pair of big flickering eyes, stared at the chained door, and planned to wait until dawn.

Although he has experienced countless such dark nights, the little boy is only six years old after all, and he is still a little scared.He poked his head up, trying his best to think of some happy things to dispel his fear.

what?The little boy tried his best but couldn't find anything that could be called happiness. He was a loser, his mother died at birth, and his father had a car accident when he was three years old. Later, it was said that his cousin was also to blame for failing to get into college.What's the fun?The little boy couldn't find it. In fact, he didn't understand why he was still alive until now. Everyone wanted him to die, so what was he doing alive?

In the darkness, like a devil hiding its teeth and claws, it can sneak into people's hearts, arouse people's most negative and terrifying thoughts, pull you, lure you, and fall into the boundless hell.

A thought suddenly popped up in the little boy's heart: Scourge, die as soon as possible!The boy's hand slowly pinched his thin neck, exerting force... More force... The boy's face was pale and he could hardly breathe.

No, Nan Ling, you can't die!

A flash of lightning flashed through the little boy's mind, dispelling the chaotic darkness in an instant. The boy regained consciousness a bit, and his brain could finally control his body. He was horrified to find that he was about to strangle himself to death.

how so?The little boy couldn't believe it, although he also hated himself, and even agreed with the title of Sangmenxing, thinking that he killed his parents.But perhaps it just confirms the saying "The scourge will last for thousands of years". The little boy who grew up like a weed has long been accustomed to dealing with all kinds of insults, rejections, injustices, and resentments. No one in this world loves him anymore. If he was not tenacious enough, he would have died a long time ago, before he was six years old.

The boy couldn't figure it out, but he was instinctively afraid. Today's night was different from usual, the darkness was boundless, and he thought he had been poisoned with the poison of despair, trying to invade the boy's heart all the time.

The little boy's parents didn't give him a name, and his relatives didn't want to. He came to the orphanage, one, two, three, four, five... When there were people, the boy was named Zero, taking the word "South" from Nanshan Orphanage. The surname is Nanling.

Nan Ling sat on the ground, with his arms hugging his knees, and his head buried between his legs. He was afraid, vigilant, and worried that something in the darkness would strike again.

But this time there was nothing abnormal, the time passed by every minute and every second, the six-year-old child couldn't concentrate for a long time, he became groggy, and gradually fell into sleep.

White... so dazzlingly white, the pale ward, the pale lights, the woman crying loudly, the busy nurses and doctors, all of which made people feel flustered for no reason.

"The mother is bleeding heavily, and her life is dying." A formulaic voice sounded, cold and emotionless.

"Where is the child! The key is how is my son?!" The rude male voice was irritable, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth.

"If you want to save the child, the adult has no chance of surviving at all."

"Yes! I want my son!" The man's voice was firm without hesitation.

"Please sign to guarantee that this is your personal request, and our hospital will not bear any responsibility."

"Good good!"

Nan Ling didn't know where this was and why he appeared here.He just passively listened to all kinds of voices pouring into his ears, watching the woman on the hospital bed getting weaker and weaker, and finally fell silent, unable to make a sound.

It's just that large patches of blood began to flow out from under her body, bright red and dazzling, seeping out from the innermost part of the white quilt, and the pale quilt started from a trace of red marks, which gradually deepened and turned into A red plum, a red leaf... a sea of ​​flowers, eventually became the ground of the slaughterhouse, the actual shroud.

Nan Ling cried unconsciously, the tears couldn't stop flowing, his eyes were dry and his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't stop crying. He wanted to rush to the hospital bed and hug the woman, but he couldn't move. The rope is tied, making it difficult to move.Only the tears and the heart are unfettered, the tears flow silently, and the pain of tearing the heart can't be stopped, can't be restrained.

At some point, Nan Ling woke up, his eyes were swollen and painful, and the skin on his face seemed to be covered with something. He shook hands, the palms of which were moist.

The surroundings were as dark and silent as ever, but this time Nan Ling was a little relieved. Fortunately, it was a dream, and there were no pale wards, desperate cries, cold instruments and rooms full of blood.

Nan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed on the concrete floor, feeling weak all over.His arms were spread out casually, and his warm skin was in direct contact with the concrete floor. He moved his hands, feeling something was wrong.

It wasn't the original rough feeling, the place where the skin touched gave off a sticky feeling, like some thick liquid, and more than that, Nan Ling's nose smelled a strong fishy smell, which made him want to cover his nose.

He trembled, and there was a terrible conjecture in his mind. In order to verify this conjecture, he gradually bent down, turned his face to the ground, touched something on the ground with his finger, and stretched out his tongue to lick it lightly. .

"vomit……"

Nan Ling couldn't stop nausea and vomiting, blood, it's blood!

He was crazy, his hands stretched out and tried his best to grope every inch of the ground, it was wet, it was blood!Wet, but also blood!Everywhere!Every inch is!

Nan Ling even put his arm into the crack of the door, tried his best to pull the chain, and touched his hand further, there was also blood, and there was blood outside, all of them.

The boy sat back in a daze, his head was foggy and he couldn't see it, but he could imagine that every place in this room was soaked in blood, like soaking in a sea of ​​blood, and also like the ward in his dream.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the boundless evil darkness, invaded from every inch of Nan Ling's skin, constantly impacting his consciousness and soul.

His self-awareness was eroded and weakened bit by bit, and finally he was almost completely cornered, unable to control his body.

The boy's head exploded in pain, despair, fear, resentment, unwillingness in his heart... all kinds of negative emotions surged up together, and he finally couldn't bear it. He hugged his head, tore his hair with both hands, and rolled on the ground.The blood stuck to Nan Ling's body and clothes, penetrated into his body faster, and directly affected his mind.

……

In a corner that the boy couldn't notice, the darkness slowly gathered, solidified, and gathered into a hideous face, without nose, eyes, mouth, etc., only two giant scarlet eyes, occupying the entire face.

The giant eyes stared at the figure struggling in the blood, flashed a triumphant, bloodthirsty light, and then, the black mist slowly dissipated again, turning into darkness without any waves.

At the same time, Nan Ling's despair and pain increased sharply again, and blood oozes out of his skin unbearably.

Pain, cry, struggle, but to no avail.

Darkness, endless darkness still pervading, never ending.

Passively, Nan Ling fell into a dream again...