Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

what happened?

Is this real or unreal?

When did all this start to change?

Why didn't he notice anything?

Ding Mu squeezed the drawing paper in his hand, and found that the drawing paper had also become thin and fragile, as if it had been more than ten years.

The pattern on it is mottled, old and decayed. It doesn't look like it was painted just now, but it seems to have been placed somewhere, where dust has accumulated for a long time, and it has been left for many years.

Ding Mu put the drawing paper on the crumbling table with most of the paint peeled off, and tentatively walked around.

Children are still those children, but their appearance has changed.

They are all like zombies, with stiff bodies and pale faces, and every movement is disturbing.

He thought of the famous Mori Masahiro diagram, the controversial uncanny valley theory: when something looks more and more like a human, people will be more fond of it, and when the similarity reaches a certain When the critical value is reached, the favorability of human beings for it will drop to the bottom in an instant, and this curve is called the "uncanny valley".

These moving and talking "children" in front of them are extremely similar to normal humans, so the incoordination and stiffness in body movements and other places that are different from normal humans are infinitely magnified, which makes people feel psychological and even physical discomfort. .

This feeling made Ding Mu feel a little creepy.

He tried his best to avoid the eyes of the children and observed the surrounding environment secretly.

Although this place is old and dilapidated, you can still see its remaining information: the curtains that were burned to the point where only one corner remained, the walls that were scorched black by smoke, and the small black and oily handprints on the walls , the handprint looked extremely ominous, as if it was a helpless distress signal issued by many children before they died.

Ding Mu had already had that picture in his mind: the raging fire was approaching the children in the room, they could not escape from the fire, they could only slap on the door and the wall vigorously, in order to be noticed by others, trying to get a chance of escape.

However, no one heard their cries, and the poisonous smoke drifted over, suffocating the group of children in the house.

"Hahahahaha... so interesting..." A familiar laugh sounded.

Almost at the same moment, all the children who lowered their heads trembled, slowly raised their heads, and stared at Ding Mu's position.

Exactly the same expression, cold eyes, as if hiding a poisoned needle.

Ding Mu couldn't help but took a step back.

Let me tell you first, you didn't look like this when you raised your hands to be hugged by me, why are you turning your back on me now?

Sure enough, women are fickle, no matter how young they are, it is difficult to escape this theorem.

Ding Mu took a step back, and the eyes of those children followed suit, as if Ding Mu had pulled a thread from his body, holding each child's eyeballs.

He really didn't want to continue experiencing this feeling of attention.

He cleared his throat and wanted to say something, anything, just stop being so quiet, stop staring at him so directly.

As a result, before he could speak, he heard a child's clear and flat voice: "Teacher, hug me."

The child raised his hands, straightened his legs, and walked in front of Ding Mu in a strange way, as if steel bars had been installed in his legs.

The scene was silent, and everyone stared at Ding Mu, seeming to gloat over his misfortune.

Ding Mu subconsciously refused: "No."

The child's face suddenly became ferocious, the mouth was cracked to the base of the ears, with sticky blood streaks attached, exposing small and sharp teeth like carnivores, she still kept raising her hands, her voice was hoarse, like an old man Madam, asked: "Why don't you hug me?"

Ding Mu looked at that face, and wanted to back away, but found that his legs were so weak that he could barely move, so he could only pretend to be calm, and answered honestly: "Because you don't want me to hug you."

No matter how young a child is, as long as he doesn't want to, he can't be hugged casually.

Children should not be adults' toys, they should be hugged and kissed if they want. Children should be adults' companions, with a unique way of thinking and their own personality at this age.

Ding Mu never read the meaning of longing to be hugged in the eyes of this group of children. Whether it was in class just now or now, they said: "Hug me." But their eyes said: "Don't touch me." I."

They hate hugs, but in order to please adults, they have to endure disgusting things, and even pretend to like hugs.

The child lowered her arms and closed her mouth tightly. The crack in her face was not healed. Her voice was still hoarse and she said, "I hate you."

All the children repeat: "I hate you."

Ding Mu heard himself asking, "Why do you hate me?"

It was obviously what he was thinking in his heart, but he couldn't help blurting it out, which surprised him.

The child turned and went back stiffly among the children, staring at him with them.

Ding Mu swallowed, and asked, "Why do you hate me?"

This time he really wanted to know the answer.