Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

This place is the same as the place Ding Mu saw last night, yet different.

The same decoration, the same simplicity, different atmosphere, different old and new.

It can be seen that this room is a common room, but it is not necessarily the same person who lives there.

Although the paintings posted on the wall are immature, they have different styles and different brushwork, obviously not the same child's work.This shows that either there are many children living here, or there is only one person who has a good relationship with these children—it cannot be said that the relationship is very good, it may just be that the relationship is relatively close.

But the length and width of this bed cannot accommodate an average adult, so many children may have lived in this room.

They don't know why those children live here, why those children move out from here, and they don't want to think about those reasons.

It is obvious that children who have experienced those cruel "teachings" will be treated as adults who do not love them. Therefore, the children who live in may not have a good life.

How bad is it?no one knows.

A house, if there are no special circumstances, the person who lives in it should live forever, and the reason for moving out is either that he no longer needs to live here, or he can no longer live here.

Likewise, a child who used to live here no longer lives here either because he no longer needs to live here, or because he... died.

Ding Mu didn't know whether death meant relief or misery for a tortured child, and he couldn't even imagine whether the tragedies in the basement really existed.

Is it really so tragic, or is it more cruel than this?

He looked around, looked at the surrounding environment, and suddenly remembered Zuowan's sudden drop of the ceiling.

He glanced up vigilantly: at this moment, the wooden ceiling is still solid, each board looks thick and strong, and it looks like it can be used for a long time, and it doesn't look like it fell off casually last night.

Although the fall of the ceiling last night was also driven by the observers behind the scenes, it can be seen that the ceiling is not so safe. Therefore, Ding Mu looked at the ceiling, reached out his hand, and held it without any ambiguity. Guan Yi's hand pulled him aside.

"Huh?" Guan Yi was a little puzzled, but he followed him and moved two steps aside.

"This ceiling is not safe." Ding Mu pointed up with his index finger, motioning him to look.

Guan Yi looked up along that long thin white hand, thinking about more than just the ceiling.

The ceilings are tightly stitched together, so there is no need to pay attention.But on the other end, the hand in his palm needs attention.

Ding Mu's hands have been praised as "hands that play the piano" since he was a child. They are thin, white and slender, with well-defined joints. However, he did not learn to play the piano as the public wished. Instead, he learned to play the keyboard, "wasting" those good hands.These hands are different from Guan Yi's. These hands are the hands of a scholar. They have never done rough work or hard work. Therefore, even after 26 years, these hands have only a little callus, and they should be thin and tender. , still tender and tender, but it doesn't look like a woman's hand at all.

The hand holding the thin skin and tender flesh was Guan Yi's rough and broad hand. It was rough and powerful because of holding knives and swords and carrying bags and carrying goods all the year round. It was a typical man's hand.There is a saying: where more bones are used, the bones will become thicker and stronger.Whether this is true or not is hard to say, but Guan Yi's hand is indeed bigger than Ding Mu's palm.

Just enough to wrap this hand.

The two looked up at the ceiling at the same time, without speaking, just stared blankly, as if they could see a flower from the ceiling.

How does this feel?Both of them have the feeling that time passes quickly and slowly, which is contradictory and novel.

I don't know what to say, and I don't want to break the calm.

It seems that if you say one more word, you will be lost forever. It seems that you have experienced the greatest pain before and carefully treat every opportunity to get along with each other as a treasure, for fear of scaring people away if you pant loudly.

"There's nothing to see, let's go out." Ding Mu spoke first.

"Okay, let's go. If there's anything I didn't notice, it's not too late to look at it tomorrow." Guan Yi nodded.

Neither of them mentioned the matter of holding hands, so they deliberately ignored it, and walked out the door maintaining the gesture of holding hands.

Ding Mu always felt uneasy, he thought that something would happen after entering this house, just like what he saw yesterday... Stop!Stop imagining!

His heart tightened.

This is already different from the original site. This site is being influenced by everyone in the site, like a tumbler being manipulated by others. The prototype has not changed, but the direction is changing.His every thought could change things on the site.

Have you seen "The Secret of the Gourd"?Every thought of Wang Bao, every fleeting thought, will become real, and this site is becoming a huge "treasure gourd".

Maybe it always has been.

"Stop." Guan Yi's hand tightened suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Ding Mu lowered his voice and asked. The moment he asked this, he felt like his hairs stood on end. This kind of thing came from the corridor directly in front of him.

It seemed that there was something on the opposite side, staring at them closely.