The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

"Hey Xiaoming, let me take a look at my English homework, I forgot to take it home yesterday."

Ruan Mobei heard a voice coming from Piaomiao, is that his own voice?

The boy who sat diagonally across from him raised his head from his morning reading textbook. He saw a familiar silhouette, but his face was not very clear, "I've already handed it in."

"No way—" he wailed and said sadly, "Don't tell me you're going to die."

"Here's a heartless person who is desperate to save you. When have I ever refused you?" The boy couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his hand and said bluntly, "Here, I'll write it for you."

The third section of the thoracic vertebrae of this body goes down, which is my "shackle", which is connected to the solar nerve in the abdomen. Compared with piercing the whole heart, the pain caused by destroying the shackle is more severe.

The hand was pressed on the chest, who continued to say

But you can take it anytime, it's the only gift I can give you.

……

Ruan Mobei opened his eyes, not knowing when he fell asleep.

He seemed to have had a dream, dreaming about things that happened when he was still studying, but what happened in the dream was so unreal that he even wondered if it really happened.

He Songming leaned in his arms, still soundly asleep.

The boy's eyelashes cast a shadow on his ashen cheeks, his hair was disheveled, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. He looked pitiful, and he couldn't see the previous viciousness at all.

The sporadic fragments left by the dream disappeared quickly, Ruan Mobei touched He Songming's forehead, he was still burning, but fortunately the temperature dropped a little, it was not so scary anymore.

Ruan Mobei heaved a sigh of relief, and then he lifted some of the oilcloth wrapped around the two of them to check the wound between He Songming's legs.

Unexpectedly, the horrific wound was much smaller. If it weren't for the large blood scab around it that hadn't fallen off, it would be hard to believe that it was so serious.

Ruan Mobei was stunned for a few seconds, then looked back at the window, it was still daylight, he indeed only squinted for a while, instead of sleeping for ten days and a half months.

Heal so fast?Ruan Mobei remembered He Songming's ungrateful look when he reminded the other party of his injury, and he was keenly aware of the abnormality. Was it because he knew he would be fine, so he didn't care?

Judging from He Songming's reaction, those who came before were looking for him, so he tried his best to hide.

Were the injuries on He Songming caused by those people?

Ruan Mobei wanted to examine He Songming's wound more carefully. As soon as he moved, the boy who was leaning against him subconsciously clutched his skirt tightly in his sleep, as if afraid that he would leave.

Ruan Mobei paused, and couldn't help laughing, really... how fierce he was when he was driven away before, and how tight he is now when he is caught.

Ruan Mobei heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the wound was not serious. When he decided to search for He Songming's memory fragments, he knew that the journey would be difficult, but it seems to be okay now, and he will not be given a mess that cannot be cleaned up as soon as he comes up.

I don't know when He Songming will wake up.Ruan Mobei wanted to get some water over, but he didn't add water all the time, it would be bad if he got dehydrated.

He looked at the coal stove in the corner again, carefully propped up the boy's body, and just about to touch it, he heard a low moan.

"...what are you going to do?"

Ruan Mobei lowered his head, the young man's hands were tightly clutching his sleeves, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he tried his best to put on a stern look.

It's a pity that the questioning words didn't have much deterrent effect because they just woke up.

Ruan Mobei didn't make a sound, He Songming followed his line of sight and saw his hand clutching his sleeve, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately released it as if electrocuted.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and Ruan Mobei would definitely tease He Songming to have some fun in the past, but now... let's forget it now, this kid finally let his guard down a little bit, so don't let it go to waste.

The child seemed to be annoyed by the inexplicable behavior just now, Ruan Mobei coughed lightly, and said proactively, "I want to get you some water, are you thirsty?"

He Songming heard the words, subconsciously licked his chapped lips, and swallowed with difficulty.

He still didn't speak, stood up, his first step staggered from exhaustion and pain.

Ruan Mobei reached out to help, but he dodged it.

Ruan Mobei......

He Songming tightened his washed white coat, and pushed open the wooden door sideways. The influx of cold wind made him shrink his neck. The young man glanced at Ruan Mobei who was still sitting there, and walked into the snow without looking back. in the ground.

Ruan Mobei hurriedly stood up and followed, he was still wearing the short sleeves he had when he rushed to the hospital to visit He Songming, but luckily he wouldn't shiver from the cold as a ghost.

The thin figure of the young man was even more precarious in the snow. He was not walking easily, and the pain reminded him of the wound on his leg all the time.

Ruan Mobei followed He Songming and walked more than ten meters. When he almost fell again, he asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

He Songming didn't answer, but shook his dizzy head after regaining his footing, and his pace became faster.

... brat.

Ruan Mobei was so angry that he took a deep breath, exhaled it, and took another deep breath. After all, he was still worried about He Songming, so he couldn't help asking "Where are you going?"

After waiting for a while without a response, Ruan Mobei heard a hoarse answer just when Ruan Mobei was completely helpless.

"……go home."

Family?

Ruan Mobei looked forward, the gray-black building stood low in the snow, and no one entered or exited.

And farther away, there are larger buildings, and smoke slowly rises from there.

He followed He Songming all the way to the front of the building, and only when he got closer did he see clearly that it was more like a small part of a bunker protruding from the ground.

In front of the gate, there was a middle-aged woman sitting in a windbreak, her face was covered by a scarf and she couldn't see her face clearly.

He Songming didn't go there, he carefully avoided the woman's line of sight, walked close to the wall to the other side of the bunker, and stopped somewhere.

He Songming turned his head and glanced at Ruan Mobei, hesitated for a moment, and knelt down to dig up the freshly fallen snow.

The board was exposed little by little, he grabbed the handle and lifted it vigorously, and a secret passage appeared.

He Songming jumped down. He stood at the bottom of the tunnel and covered the wooden boards from the inside. It won't take long for the fresh snow to cover up all the traces.

Being left outside, Ruan Mobei chose to go in directly through the wall.After a short period of darkness, he was a little surprised by the sight in front of him.

This is a small room, without a table and chairs, just the bed and a dilapidated cabinet are already crowded. If I had to say it, it was more like a prison than a bedroom.

There are a few old photos on the wall of the room, facing the bed, the green of the tropical rainforest and the blue of the ocean have faded.

Ruan Mobei was about to get a closer look when He Songming got out from under the bed.

The young man was much thinner than his peers, and he could pass through the narrow bed even in a thick coat. His clothes were not stained with fresh dust, obviously the bottom of the bed had been wiped clean after repeated entry and exit.

Ruan Mobei understood that He Songming sneaked into the secret channel in front of him not because he trusted him too much, but because he couldn't hide it at all.

The young man ignored Ruan Mobei, took a few swigs from the kettle in the corner of the room, wiped his mouth after drinking, took off his coat, and went to bed.

Ruan Mobei stood for a while, because there was really no other place, so he could only tentatively sit on the edge of He Songming's bed, carefully touching only one side.

Fortunately, the boy with his back turned didn't push him away.

Not knowing the name of He Songming in this world, Ruan Mobei suppressed his curiosity, now is not the time to ask questions, the boy needs more rest.

However, this small need was not met. Within a few minutes, there was the sound of closing the door outside, followed by the sound of conversation.

He Songming, who was already drowsy, heard the sound and suddenly woke up. He sat up vigilantly, listened intently for a few times, and then lay down again.

Ruan Mobei recognized that it was a woman's voice, and judging by He Songming's reaction, there was probably no danger.

"Ming, are you in there?" The woman asked outside the house, but He Songming closed his eyes and said nothing.

After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a woman walked in. She looked like she was in her 30s, with mild eyebrows.

Like the group of big guys before, she also ignored Ruan Mobei who was beside the bed, and said softly to He Songming, "They said you were missing, so I'll come and look for you."

Chen Rui's eyes stopped on He Songming's legs wrapped in the quilt, and walked into the room.

Looking over her shoulder, Ruan Mobei saw an old woman sitting on the rocking chair outside, her hunchbacked body covered with a patched blanket, silently looking at the small bedroom here.

"Let me see the wound." Chen Rui said.

He Songming turned his back to her, remained motionless, and closed his eyes.

She had expected this to be the case, but Chen Rui didn't insist, she touched He Songming's still hot forehead, sighed, took out a small cloth bag from her pocket, and put it on his bedside

"Anti-inflammatory drugs and anti-fever drugs, Apde and the others hunted a deer in the mountains this morning, and left a hind leg for you so that you can replenish your body—"

"I don't want it." He Songming interrupted her suddenly. He turned over and sat up, stared at Chen Rui, and said coldly, "I would rather starve to death than sell the food I got."

The burning anger and hatred in the young man's eyes made Ruan Mobei stunned for a moment, his tight body and clenched fists made Ruan Mobei feel that he would explode in a second.

But He Songming didn't, and Chen Rui didn't back down either. Apart from sadness and helplessness, there was no element of fright in her expression.

It's not the first time the conversation above has happened.

"Okay." She sighed again, and said, "Then I'll go first, the boiled water is outside, remember to take your medicine, the clothes you changed yesterday are still not dry, I'll bring them to you in the evening. Arlene misses you very much, have time to play with her, okay?"

The woman left, closed the door before leaving, and the room returned to silence. He Songming was still sitting on the bed, staring down at a certain point on the quilt.

Ruan Mobei looked at him, the anger and hatred that burst out from the young man just now slowly dissipated, like the wind blowing through the ashes after burning, revealing the deepest depression.

This kind of emotion can even affect Ruan Mobei who still knows nothing about the world. Although the child in front of him is far from the He Songming he knows, the similar appearance still makes Ruan Mobei instinctively like him. .

"Have you seen enough?"

It wasn't until the young man's voice sounded coldly that Ruan Mobei suddenly came back to his senses. He said softly, "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet. Is your name Ming?"

There was no answer, and He Songming ignored people again. He was like a radio with a bad signal, only making sounds intermittently.

Ruan Mobei was also about to become numb, and he said to himself, "Then I'll call you Xiao Ming, take some medicine first, burning it all the time is not a solution."

Knowing that with He Songming's current character, there was a high probability that he would deliberately confront him, Ruan Mobei simply took the medicine out of his cloth pocket. There were three medicines in total, and they were packed in a small bag made of paper.

Sure enough, as long as he thought it was for He Songming, he could have substantial contact with other substances.

Holding the medicine in his hand, he pretended to be distressed and said, "The water is outside, it may not be easy for me to get it, can you help me?"

The sentence "Can you help me?" hides a little trick. This tone is more requesting than "Can you get some water?" It will make the other party feel that the decision is firmly in his hands. Deal with disobedient children and rebellious teenagers.

He Songming glanced at Ruan Mobei, pursed his lips, then he lifted the quilt, got out of bed, picked up the kettle, and limped out of the room.

Ruan Mobei heaved a sigh of relief. Although He Songming in this world seemed difficult to get along with, fortunately, he hadn't reached the point where he couldn't get along.

Half a minute later, He Songming came back. He grabbed the medicine in Ruan Mobei's hand, threw it into his mouth, took a big sip of water, and swallowed it with his head up.

He raised his hand to wipe the water flowing from the corner of his lips, and lay back on the bed again, with his back to Ruan Mobei, leaving only the back of his head.

Now looks like a good time for an initial communication.

"I don't remember anything, including how I died, I should have died."

Ruan Mobei's voice was very soft, he paused, and continued, "There is a voice in my head that keeps telling me that only by recovering those lost memories can I be free."

"I want to know what happened to me, and why I became the way I am now. Xiao Ming, can you help me?"

Ruan Mobei thought that what he said was very touching. He had read so many literary and artistic works with supernatural themes, and he knew many dialogues at his fingertips. It was very easy for him to make up a life experience and mystery for himself to fool He Songming.

The next step is to take advantage of this opportunity, a little bit--

"No."

The ruthless answer choked all the remaining thoughts and words of Ruan Mobei to death. He stared at the back of He Songming's head, choked for a long time, and finally could only curse silently.

Me, fuck, you.

I fuck you, He Songming.

The people behind were silent, probably because he was very angry.

The corner of the boy's lips couldn't help raising an arc, and before anyone noticed, he suppressed it back heavily, and re-disguised into his own protective shell.