[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

The so-called getting used to what you wear, Rococo can now face this kind of cheating plot very calmly.

This time, Rococo became a two-year-old child.

Sitting on the toilet, Rococo lowered his head and stared at the strip on his lower body that should not have existed, feeling that his whole body was bad.

So she's the one with the little dick after the licker?Don't bring such a cheating trick.

Although this blond young lady named Cole is very beautiful, it doesn't mean that Rococo is willing to be a man with a bird in his pocket, okay?Is she really a man with a lolita body and a heart?

"Cole, are you alright?"

Mother Kelly's calling came from outside the bathroom, Luo Keke sighed, and faced the cruel fact helplessly, she jumped off the toilet, put on her shorts, and walked out slowly.

Except that she became him, the world she traveled through this time can be said to be very peaceful.After these few days of observation, Rococo has gradually figured out the condition of this body.

Cole was raised by a single mother, and their lives were not rich, but they got by.

A few years passed in a flash, and Rococo grew up slowly. At this time, she gradually discovered the strangeness of this world.

Obviously it is the United States, why are there more people on this street than my Datianchao?It's obviously just the home where she and her mother live, how come there are so many people in weird clothes with blood on their faces?Moreover, mother Kelly seemed to turn a blind eye to these people?

The long-haired girl in white who has been squatting in the corner of the elevator for many years, the idiot old man who is giggling at her at the corner of the stairs, the little boy who is crying in the men's room of the school.

After going through two bizarre time travels, if she still doesn't know what's going on, then she is a complete idiot.

Luo Keke felt that her eggs were about to break, okay? She knew how could she let her go so easily given the weirdness of the plot?

In this life, she was actually a psychic little boy with yin and yang eyes?

OK, this is much better than the skinless licker last time, but when you find a seven or eight-year-old young lady who often speaks into the air with a smile on her face, the lingering weird feeling makes people His whole body was hairy and trembling.

Luo Keke was very helpless, although she tried her best to pretend that she was a normal child, but not all the ghosts looked scary, most of the ghosts looked like ordinary people.

There are often kind-hearted grandmas who greet her with a smile, but when she responds with a smile, she finds that the friends around her show expressions of shock/frightened/disgust. At this time, Rococo realizes that no one else can see it except her. That old granny.

After going down several times, all the little friends around her dared not continue to communicate with her, and spread these things around. Rococo was completely isolated by these children.

Luo Keke was very helpless, and tried to tell her mother Kelly that she could see the dead, but what she got in return was her mother's scolding and the counseling of the hospital psychologist.

(⊙o⊙)...Enough of being forced to be a spiritual fantasist.

Facing the same counseling from those psychiatrists, Rococo remained silent, and never mentioned ghosts from now on. She is not a child, and she clearly knows that if she continues to argue, these materialists who have accepted scientific brainwashing say Maybe she will be locked up in a mental hospital.

The days went on peacefully, until recently Rococo encountered a new problem, and she had to mention to her mother that she could see ghosts again.

"Mom, grandma said..." Rococo glanced at the old lady standing in the kitchen, and said cautiously.

"That's enough, Cole."

Kelly turned around abruptly, looked at Rococo with a serious face, and said, "Cole, stop making up those lies, I won't believe them, there are no ghosts in this world, but you have to believe it."

Rococo opened his mouth to defend, but was interrupted roughly by Kelly.

Rococo lowered his head in frustration, and murmured: "Okay, Mom, I understand."

But Kelly, who thinks that Cole is falling ill again, invites a famous psychologist.

Rococo sat cross-legged on the green lawn, looked up at the middle-aged man squatting in front of her, and asked softly, "Doctor Malcolm, can you guarantee that you trust me?"

The four eyes met, and those blue eyes as clear as sea water made Malcolm a little dazed.

He thought of the boy a year ago, he had the same disease as the child in front of him, he trusted him so much, but he gave up on him.

Malcolm will always remember the fragility and madness of the teenager when he broke into his house. He remembers his roar, and he said: "I thought you believed me, but even you were lying to me."

The pain from the bullet piercing his body was far less than the heartache he felt when he watched the boy commit suicide by drinking the bullet. He obviously had a chance to save him, but...it was all his fault.

Facing this angel-clean child in front of him, he swore that he would definitely cure him and never let the tragedy happen again.

A gentle smile appeared on Malcolm's face, and he said, "Of course, Cole, of course I believe you."

Rococo: "..." Seeing your expression, it looks like you are ready to coax a child, trust your sister.

Luo Keke complained secretly, but his face was pure and innocent: "I said that there are ghosts in this world, do you believe it?"

Malcolm was silent, thinking of the paranoid teenager in his memory, the teenager who lost his life because of his mistake, perhaps, he should change his thinking.

"Of course." Malcolm sat down cross-legged, looked down at the serious little boy and said, "Of course I would like to believe that ghosts exist in this world, but Cole, I'm just an ordinary person, I can't see what you see How do you convince me of those things?"

He told the child in a gentle way that if there is no way to prove it, then the truth does not exist.

"However, ghosts do exist in this world, and you can't deny their existence just because you can't see them." Rococo said with a serious face and firm tone: "People become ghosts after they die, and they live in the same place as us. In a world, some ghosts don't know that they are dead, and they still live according to the habits they used to live... In fact, they are all poor people. They don't know that they are dead, and they just want to see what they want to see, day after day Day by day repeating the old life.”

Malcolm's face showed a look of emotion. He still remembered the appearance of the young boy who was tortured by the things in his imagination and went crazy. How could the child in front of him talk about these things calmly?

"Cole, aren't you afraid?"

Rococo showed a calm smile on his face, and asked: "Why should I be afraid of them? Most ghosts are harmless, not to mention, if I die, won't I also become a ghost? Then I still have What's so scary?"

The most important thing is that my old lady can go back after she dies. Hey, who has the patience to pretend to be a little boy all day long?

Rococo looked at the silent Dr. Malcolm, and knew that he still didn't believe her after she said so much, but it didn't matter, as long as he was willing to listen to her, that would be fine.

"Dr. Malcolm, look at that swing."

Malcolm followed Rococo's line of sight, and there was no one on the swing not far away, but the swing was shaking slowly, as if there was a person sitting on the swing and shaking.

Rococo said: "You see an empty swing, but what I see is a little girl in white playing happily."

Malcolm remained silent, and his belief in his heart was slightly shaken. If this is true, then...

Rococo tilted her head, showing an innocent look, she looked at the silent and introverted Malcolm, and said slowly: "Maybe it's because I can see them, so there are still some ghosts who will be killed by me." Attracted, come to my side, such as the big sister behind you who is wearing a white dress and her mouth is full of blood bubbles, she squatted by my bed these days, looking at me with a pair of sad eyes. "

After speaking, Rococo shrugged and continued: "You know, even though I'm used to seeing these ghosts, I would still be scared when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a blue and white grimace."

A trace of pity flashed across Malcolm's face, this is a very well-behaved and sensible child, he can't let him be destroyed by his own imagination.

The swing swayed by itself, maybe it just happened to be blown by the wind, which created the illusion that there was someone on it.

"Listen, Cole, those are all your fantasies, maybe you've been too tired recently, good boy, relax, maybe none of this will happen again."

Luo Keke turned a deaf ear and said to himself: "Tomorrow morning, you will accompany me to Ke's funeral, and then everything will be clear."

With a smile on his face, Rococo stood up: "Then, dear Dr. Malcolm, see you tomorrow."

After all, without waiting for Malcolm to say more, he left on his own.

Malcolm sat on the lawn, watching Cole's small figure disappear from his sight.

That child is completely different from that boy. If the boy back then had half his optimism, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened.

Malcolm stood up and wandered unconsciously on the busy street. Finally, his steps seemed to be self-conscious, and he stopped in front of a jewelry store.

The gentle and beautiful waiter was introducing jewelry to the guests. He looked at her through the glass window with a very strange expression on his face, mixed with loneliness and sadness.

That was his wife. They used to love each other very much, but a year ago, she became more and more indifferent to him, and finally developed to the point where she ignored him even if he stood in front of her.

Malcolm watched her quietly until it was getting dark, then he tightened his scarf and staggered away.