Pure White Core

I felt like I had touched an iron cage. I continued to reach out and found the open cage door. It was empty inside. Moving forward, I touched the fabric. It was the pants of a man, the pants of an adult. He was lying flat on the ground, cold And stiff.

I changed direction and went forward, and soon touched the slippery cold skin again, without clothes, with small hands, like a child.There are ragged stubbles below his chest, not like those grown-ups chopped with knives, but rather bitten by some wild beast.I turned around and touched the adult's leg, only to find that I could only touch the hip bone, and then there were stiff flesh and fine bone stubble. This strange and irregular feeling made me very depressed. What could cause such a fracture?

I squatted down and slowly groped forward. The fallen corpses seemed to be gathered around the previous fire. There were only a few mutilated corpses. Most of them were relatively complete. There were marks on their bodies that resembled punctures with sharp objects. I even touched them. A strange long dress like a dress, made of a slippery fabric, like silk, worn by a fat man with several large rings on his fat hands.

If I can find the meat cleaver, I would like to take off a few fingers of this Priest Kang and keep them as a souvenir, but it is difficult to find a knife in the dark, and I can only step on his arm to use it up. He squeezed the ring with all his strength and pulled it out.The two pure metal ones are easier to wipe off. You can tell by the weight that it must be gold. The other one has something inlaid on it. It took a lot of effort to pull it off.

There is a pocket inside his coat near the chest. I am very familiar with the hard square feel and the sound of rubbing. After rubbing my hands, I reached in and took out all his money and stuffed it into the pocket of my old jacket.I subconsciously felt that besides this priest, the former township head might also have money, but I don't know his appearance and size, it would take too much time for so many people to search him out, and I want to go home.

If I had a fire, I would probably look for the little beggar who wanted to help me in this group of people. Although I don't think he can survive, but if possible, I would like to get back my pliers, that is The only one in my house.

I really can't figure out what would cause the people participating in the "Ceremony of Immortalization" to die in the air-raid shelter in such a weird way. If I walked out completely by touching the wall like last time, I wouldn't even find out that they were already dead.

After groping and crawling to find the way out, I touched something sticky and cold.It seems that the iron bucket that used to hold the internal organs was kicked down, and there was a big puddle of water, and the stench was suffocating.

Finally, I touched the wall again. I could only grope clockwise according to my vague memory. When I found an exit, I made sure that it was not the way back to the depths of the air-raid shelter, and then moved out step by step.

The faint light in the distance made my already weak legs feel endless strength. I wrapped my collar tightly and moved out quickly. When I was about to reach the exit, I saw a small corpse lying on the ground. His clothes were torn, his hair was greasy, and behind him was a wide gash that ran almost from his shoulders to his entire back.

I knelt down and fumbled out my pliers from his pocket, then took out his candy wrapper from my pocket, peeled it off, and stuffed half a piece of cheap fruit candy into his mouth.

If I don't use the tongs in exchange for his candy, then he won't go away hungry and become a starving ghost.

The outside of the air-raid shelter is silver and white, and the moon is big and round, even a little dazzling. My eyes have not seen the light for a long time, and now I only dare to squint and look out.The snow had just reached ankles, and a long drag mark on the snow stretched from the abandoned air-raid shelter to the woods not far away, and something ran out.

The cold wind pouring into my neck made me shiver from the cold, and my feet hurt from the cold. I tried my best to grab my collar and trot all the way, around the high school wall, and rushed towards the orange lights in the distance.

The only street light on the deserted street allowed me to tell the direction of my home. As I walked through the narrow alley, only the light of my house was on.

"Mom, Mom?" I patted the door with my hand: "Mom, open the door!"

"Alas?" The sound of my mother's surprise came from the door, and then the sound of stools fell, the washbasin bumped, and running the door to open the door: "Oh, you are back!"

My mother screamed and hugged me hard, strangling me until I coughed.Her cries are like howling wolves. She often cries while hugging me, but she always cries softly and aggrieved, but this time the grievances seem to be more than before. It became even more chaotic, and black tears dripped down my neck.I put my arms around her neck and patted her back gently, like comforting a baby.

Baa Yau is my nickname, which means sweetheart in my mother's dialect. No one can call me Baa Yau except my mother.

It is no different from a miracle for us that a child kidnapped by human traffickers can escape back by his own wit. My mother even nervously wondered if she had gone crazy because she missed me so much.She hugged me tightly when she was sleeping, wishing she could handcuff me with her.

I didn't fall asleep in my mother's arms all night.I have never believed in ghosts and gods, but whether it was the pure white node I went to or the dark air-raid shelter later, I felt the uneven fracture from the stump, the terrifying scar on the back of the little beggar, and the air-raid shelter extending outward to the woods The drag marks made me feel hairy from the bottom of my heart.Now all the things I have come into contact with have completely exceeded my cognition. No matter who or what killed those cultists in the air-raid shelter, it made me feel extremely depressed.

I didn’t rub my eyes until someone else’s rooster stuck my neck and woke up the slacker. I reluctantly got up, dressed and washed. Today is Tuesday, and I didn’t go to class yesterday. I don’t think my mother asked for leave for me either. .

"Mom?" I pushed my mother. She was still sleeping with her head covered. She probably didn't close her eyes for more than two days after I didn't see her. She slept very deeply this time.When I came back last night, there were many black blood stains and rust on the knees of my trousers and clothes, and the smell was suffocating. My mother probably wouldn't think of the source of the blood stains, and I didn't want her to see those marks.

After heating hot water with an electric stove, I soaked the coat and trousers in the basin. The smell of soap was very pungent. I wrinkled my nose and slowly rubbed the stains with my hands. Some of them were a little lighter, but the cuffs touched When I got to the internal organs, the blood stains were very stubborn, and I couldn't rub it off, so I had to give up.

I pulled a total of three rings from Priest Kang's hand, two were round and heavy with gold, and the other was inlaid with green jade on a gold ring setting.The weight of the two big gold rings is not light, and should be worth a lot of money. The gold ring inlaid with jade is not so heavy. It is estimated that the price depends on the style and the texture of the jade. Such things are not easy to sell in a small county like ours.

I took out my trouser pocket, and inside was the silver ring inlaid with white stones. I exchanged five shards for it from the white light group, and it just fit on my index finger.This ring is as exquisite and elegant as the one I can't touch. If you look closely, you can find that even the side of the small pure white stone is carved with fine patterns. I like its appearance very much. One must not be sold, I have to keep it for myself first.

I still have 45 yuan in my pocket, and it feels very fun to hold two green two-dollar bills in my hand, because the two-dollar bill will gradually be eliminated after many years. Money can't even buy a pack of better instant noodles.

It wasn't until the alarm clock rang that my mother scratched her disheveled hair and yawned and got up from the bed. She fumbled for a water glass on the small stool beside the bed to drink water, and found a few cold things.She was dazedly picking up the yellow ring and looked left and right at the light: "Where did you get the big gold hoop?" She then touched the thing on the small stool in doubt: "There is still money."

"I stole from traffickers." I swallowed what was in my mouth before answering her. I was eating steamed buns with mustard greens, and I was hungry.

"Ah..." My mother shook her head and tied her hair with the rubber bands on her wrists, yawning and muttering: "When did you learn to steal things..." Lying on the pillow and weighing three gold rings, I don't know What are you thinking.

"I stole four, and 45 yuan, and I took a ring and five yuan myself." I patted my trouser pocket.

"It's also gold?" My mother stepped on her slippers and came over and picked up another steamed bun with mustard in the bowl, took a bite, and said inarticulately: "Little baby can't take money, if you take it, you will learn to be bad. Mom will help you take care of it. You Ask mom for it when you need it." She is much more sober now.

"No." I ate with my head down and didn't look at her.

"Hey, you baby..." She took another bite of the steamed bun: "Take a look at the hoop you're holding, Mom."

"Ang, I'll show you." I took out a silver ring from my neckline and hung it with a gray cloth strip and shook it at her, then quickly put it back.

"..."

My mother was obviously a little disappointed when she saw that it wasn't gold, but then she cheered up again: "Baa is a good baby, and the hoop is easy to lose when you hang it around your neck. Let your mother keep it for you. You can't lose it. Don't you believe in your mother?"

"This is mine, I'm holding it, and the other five yuan is also mine."

"Baaah, be obedient!" My mother frowned, and her voice lowered, which was a harbinger of her doing something.

"Don't forget it." I squeezed her hand and took out the ring from inside, she clenched her hand tightly, I looked up at her: "Give me the hoop and the money, I'll send it back to someone else. "

"Oh!" My mother stared at the boss, bared her teeth and uttered a threatening low voice: "Son, you are alive! Why are you talking to me?" Her voice was very sharp, and she raised her hand, as if she was going to slap me at any time , but in my eyes, she is somewhat stern.

I didn't want to argue with her, so I just put down the half-eaten steamed bun, picked up the schoolbag from the broken sofa and carried it on my back: "Huihui and I went to school, do you want to make up the leave for me and the teacher? I didn't go to school yesterday .”

"...Wait for mom to get dressed." Finally, my mom didn't get angry and slap me as usual. She closed the bedroom door and asked me to sit on the sofa and wait for her. I think she uncovered the floor tiles under the bed to hide gold. The ring is gone.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sun was far from rising. I stood on tiptoe to look at the frost on the windowpane. The snow-white ice crystals formed the shape of fern leaves and vines, pieced together into small pictures of tropical rainforest, cracked wooden window cracks There is a cool breeze pouring in, and the delicate patterns are melted away with the palm, revealing the dark night, peaceful and serene.

A small figure wrapped like a cotton bag and wearing a torn warm hat came stomping over, the stationery box in her schoolbag jingled, and she waved her arms vigorously towards the bright window: "Yu Shaorong, you are back!"