doodle prince

The air returned to silence again.

The dark gray bed sheet looked wet, as if it had been drenched in water, but as soon as he stretched out his hand to wipe it, his fingertips were covered with black and red blood.

Chen Feng knew that the prince was seriously injured by him.

Even if he didn't mean to.

At that time, Chen Feng came out of the bathroom with that slitted mask on his face, it was indeed to lure out the person who was manipulating everything behind his back.

He had wanted to go to the funeral.

Chen Jiuxing had already been buried, but the funeral organized by Chen Zihua was not over yet. Almost everyone Chen Feng knew in the past month was there.

Chen Feng originally thought that the mastermind who put a fake mask on his face would also be a member of the funeral, but before he went out, he discovered that the prince's expression was not right.

The prince really doesn't know how to hide, nor can he tell lies. He said some things in his mouth, but his eyes were glued to Chen Feng's face, and he refused to leave for even a moment.

Even if Chen Fengdang knew that this matter had nothing to do with the prince.

But he still went around the funeral.

No one cared about him, let alone his face.

After Chen Feng came back from the funeral, he went back to the original house, made a dagger from a feather and hid it under his pillow, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I didn't expect it to be a prince.

In the blink of an eye, everything that had been doubtful was resolved.

Why all the monsters ran away in fright when they saw the prince.

Why at the funeral, Chen Zihua acted with the wink of the prince.

Why did Qi Tianyue look so shocked when she saw the prince's face on the bed, as if she had seen a ghost.

Because the prince is their master and the mastermind of all intrigues.

Chen Feng rubbed his temples, recalling the voice that suddenly flashed in his head.

That voice belonged to two boys.

It should be him and the prince.

For the first time, Chen Feng felt that he might not be an ordinary person.

Maybe not even human.

But Chen Feng didn't understand, since he and the prince used to be friends.

Then what exactly happened that made the prince hate him so much, wishing that his life would be worse than death.

Without evidence, Chen Feng felt that he had done something wrong.

So he just wanted to know the truth, and the dagger did not penetrate the prince's neck.

But it still hurt him in the end.

"Bang!"

Chen Feng suddenly heard the sound of the bottle falling to the ground.

The sound was not loud, but the room was too quiet, making the bottle's sound very clear.

Chen Feng could almost clearly hear that the bottle rolled down two more times after it fell to the ground, and finally hit the wall, was bounced off a little, and then slowly stopped rolling.

Chen Feng stood up and walked outside.

As a result, as soon as he opened the kitchen door, he saw a black and sticky thing clinging to the tiled wall of the kitchen, slipping down from the overly smooth tiles bit by bit uncontrollably, and it was black and sticky. The shapeless body split out a long and thin "arm", carefully trying to pick up the plastic bottle on the ground.

This was the first time Chen Feng encountered a monster.

A monster with red eyes.

Seeing Chen Feng, its red bean eyes gradually grew bigger, and the whole monster was stunned. Its body slid down from the wall at a constant speed and fell to the ground, shaking and rippled like a jelly that fell to the ground.

Even if he couldn't find its face, Chen Feng could clearly feel his shock.

Even more shocking than when we first met.

Chen Feng remembered his changed face, walked a step further, and asked it, "Do you know me?"

The monster's red eyes sank into the flesh and spit it out again. It seemed to be staring at Chen Feng's right hand in fear.

It was only then that Chen Feng remembered that his right hand was still injured, and his blood was a terrible thing for these monsters.

Chen Feng said sorry in a low voice, then picked up a towel next to him and wrapped his hands.

But just as he finished wrapping his hands, the monster rushed out of the window again like a black whirlwind.

Fortunately, the window was open this time, so the glass was not broken.

Chen Feng stayed here for another two hours, searching every corner of the house, but couldn't find the second monster.

It was getting bright, Chen Feng closed the doors and windows, and walked out of the house.

When Chen Feng stepped out, he happened to see Wang Baqiang, who was red and swollen, looking to go home. He looked at Chen Feng and asked, "Who are you? How did you get out of that house?"

Before Chen Feng had time to speak, he wiped his face and replied to himself in a deadpan voice: "He is a person who came to see the house, yes, no one lives here anymore."

After finishing speaking, he smiled sadly, opened the door, and walked back to his home.

Chen Feng touched his face.

Also, how could Wang Baqiang recognize him.

The house, neighbors, friends, colleagues, including the unrelated son and ex-wife underground.

All of these belong to the original Chen Feng.

And he himself has nothing.

When Chen Feng was about to leave here, he suddenly thought of another place.

The basement in this neighborhood.

He had heard strange roars here before, and felt that there seemed to be monsters following him.

Chen Feng glanced at the scribbled wound on his hand, then put the special dagger into his arms.

Chen Feng actually didn't have any expectations. When the prince moved in, all the strange phenomena around him disappeared completely. He pushed the electric car down to charge it many times, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Chen Feng came here this time purely to try his luck.

Now he desperately wants to come to someone or something strange and tell him the ins and outs of the matter, even if he can't tell the ins and outs, it's better to tell Chen Feng—who is he?

The sun has not yet risen, the sky is fish belly white, the air is mixed with last night's cold air, which penetrates into the human body through the thin coat material, and the cold air is oppressive.

Chen Feng wrapped his coat tightly unconsciously, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and walked into the basement.

The wind blew again, making the couplets huh-la-la, as if they couldn't fall off halfway.

Chen Feng walked in step by step, until he reached the end, he didn't see any monsters.

There is only a basement with a closed door.

But the strange thing is that the door of this basement is not locked.

But Chen Feng tried to push it, but he couldn't push it away.

Like a lock from the inside.

Does anyone live in it?

Chen Feng tried to knock on the door: "Is anyone there?"

No one should.

It was only when Chen Feng put his hand on the iron door that something was wrong.

This gate is extremely cold, like an iron ball frozen in the snow for three days and three nights in the twelfth lunar month.

unusual.

Chen Feng put his mobile phone aside, and with the help of the weak light, he took out the dagger made of feathers and stabbed it at the door.

The iron door was easily poked a hole.

Chen Feng drew a triangle with the dagger.

The iron gate was torn open like a piece of paper cut by a box knife, and the triangular piece of iron fell to the ground.

Chen Feng was going to look in through this opening, but he hesitated as soon as he bent down.

Chen Feng moved a little further away, picked up a broken wooden board from the ground, held the dagger in his right hand, and the wooden board in his left hand, and pressed the wooden board against the opening.

"Pfft-"

In the next second, an awl pierced the board thoroughly.

The awl leaked out through the board, glowing coldly.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out from Chen Feng's back, he let go of the board, and staggered back a step.

"boom!"

The iron door panel fell down in one piece, raising a cloud of dust.

A burst of black mist suddenly rushed towards Chen Feng!Its shape is mist, and the dagger in Chen Feng's hand can't hurt them even a bit.

In the black mist, the mouth of the red mist was opened, and it bit down on Chen Feng's head!

Chen Feng quickly untied the gauze on his right hand, ready to try to repel it with his own blood.

"Wow--"

The other big mouth with a faint stench suddenly opened, swallowing the cloud of mist.

Chen Feng raised his head coldly, looking at the owner of that mouth.

It's a monster with red bean eyes.

It just appeared suddenly and swallowed those black mist-like monsters.

Chen Fenghe looked at the red-eyed monster and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The monster's red bean eyes retracted into the flesh with a "poof", and it didn't dare to look at Chen Feng again.

His whole body was shaking with joy.

——It seems to be shy.

Chen Feng rewrapped the gauze on his right hand, and asked the monster again: "Do you know who I am?"

The monster turned around and seemed to run away again.

Chen Feng grabbed its body.

There was a slippery touch from the hand, and the touch quickly wrapped Chen Feng's entire hand tightly, leaving no gaps.

The monster with red bean eyes opened its eyes wide, looking at Chen Feng, it seemed to be frightened and excited at the same time.

Chen Feng tried to move a few times, only to find that his hands could not move.

The monster also seemed to have discovered the problem. It looked at Chen Feng in a hurry and then at the hand stuck into his body. The whole monster was a little anxious.

But Chen Feng's hand sank deeper and deeper, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

Not just his hands, but his entire arm seemed to be slowly sucked in.

Chen Feng suddenly regretted touching it.

Just when half of Chen Feng's arm was about to sink in, the light in the basement was suddenly turned on, and Chen Feng's surroundings were completely lit up.

And the one who turned on the light was not a stranger, but a little black bug that Chen Feng had seen and helped him clean up the glass shards.

The little black bugs fluttered neatly and densely into a large piece. Their bodies moved in the air like waves, rising and falling, rising and falling.

When the waves rise, there is a "hu" printed in the middle.

When volts, there is a "suction" printed in the middle.

Coupled with the sound of their wings vibrating when they rise and fall, it seems to be shouting rhythmically, "Exhale, inhale, relax, eh, huh—"

Like a midwife helping a pregnant woman give birth.

But what was even more miraculous was that the red-eyed monster that was about to swallow Chen Feng's entire arm really began to relax slowly and breathe heavily following the command of the little black bugs.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Feng felt his arm being spat out.

Chen Feng looked at his slippery arm covered with black mucus, and suddenly wanted to find a tap to rinse it.

At this moment, the little black insect who had just played the role of midwife suddenly changed her body again.

They kept a distance of nearly two meters from Chen Feng, and slowly built up, forming a big-headed doll with thin legs and lonely legs.

This doll has no face or eyes, and is completely black, but its head is very round, round like a football.

It is exactly the same as the stick figure drawn by Chen Jiuxing.

The little black insect stood upright, then bent down, wrapped his hands around his waist like a gentleman, and bowed to Chen Feng.

...But because of being too nervous, its head fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled to Chen Feng's feet.

Chen Feng: "..."

For a moment, Chen Feng hardly knew whether he wanted to pick it up or not.

Fortunately, he didn't have to pick it up.

The little black bugs quickly flew up together, their bodies forming a huge black curtain in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng suddenly felt that they might be able to ask questions.

So he asked, "Do you know me?"

The bodies of the little bugs moved.

They are constantly deforming in the air.

A huge, flowing black-and-white portrait unfolds in front of Chen's cover.

It was a grand square.

There is a statue in the center of the square.

The square was bustling with monsters and residents who came to worship.

Wearing pure white holy garments, they kneel before the statue.

They closed their eyes and chanted in low voices.

White doves hovered over the statue.

Solemn, solemn.

And on that huge statue.

——Carved with Chen Feng's face.

There are two lines of writing written on the stone tablet at the foot of the statue.

"Dear God of Light, I wish you happiness and well-being forever."

"Even though, you have forgotten us."