Brother Jack, don't kill me!

"really?"

Xia Youjie laughed. He lowered his head, leaned close to Lotte's earlobe, and said softly, "It's ugly, its face is distorted, and there are many dense holes... Bilot said that there are four A Pythian with eyes is uglier."

Lot subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but his palm was firmly grasped.

"Did you touch it? I..."

His palm touched a piece of air.

Xia Youjie said, "It wants to attack us."

Lott's eyes widened, and he said, "What should we do then?"

Xia Youjie seemed to laugh softly, and he said, "It's okay."

Luo Te's palm was held forward, and he seemed to have bumped into something in the dark. After a while, Xia Youjie reached out and held something in the other palm.

The palm gradually moved up, and there was something between the thumb and index finger, and it could be seen that it was a spherical object.

Xia Youjie said, "It's in the shape of a poke ball."

Lott blinked, and he tried to touch, but couldn't catch anything.Was told it was the shape of a Poké Ball and reminded him of Digimon.

On the way back, he kept asking this question repeatedly.

Xia Youjie grabbed his hand and said, "It's already lost."

"what?"

Lot sighed, his messy white hair seemed to have collapsed at that moment, as listless as himself, he said: "It's a pity, there are no Digimon."

So he felt lost again, and when he reached the intersection where he should say goodbye, Lotte cheered up, waved to Xia Youjie, and said, "See you tomorrow."

Xia Youjie stood at the intersection and looked at Lott. After seeing him waving, the half-grown black-haired boy also raised his hand and waved towards the opposite side.

Lott turned around, and he covered his palm. The bandage that was pasted just now seemed to still have residual warmth from Xia Youjie's fingers, as if it was about to burn.

At that time, he always thought that they would have many tomorrows.

Lotter looked at his watch. It was already past the time Mrs. Wiltshire set to go home. He was a little flustered for a while, but the iron gate of the yard was still open, and the wooden door of the mansion was also half open, and there was no opening inside. Light, it seems that the mother did not wake up.

This realization made Lotter relax. He trotted to the steps, gently pushed open the hidden wooden door, and poked his head in.

The corridor behind the wooden door was empty, and there was nothing there, so he changed his shoes, stepped on the wooden floor lightly, and heard a crisp creaking sound.

"Back, Lott?"

The voice seemed to come from a long distance, and it was exhausting to listen to. At this time, the lights in the kitchen and the living room were also on, so that Lott could not tell where his mother was.

He responded, thought for a while, and then trotted open the door of the living room.

The mother was sitting on the sofa, she looked very tired, as if she was about to be crushed, and her whole body revealed an obvious and heavy dead air.

Besides the mother, there was another person in the living room.

A black-haired man with combed back, he was wearing a suit and tie was neatly tied, when Lott looked at him, he also looked at him.

That was my father's appearance and dress, but it was not my father.

Lott noticed his special pair of devil-like golden eyes, so he recognized the person's identity.

Lott's voice was surprised, and he said, "The Umbrella Man?"

"Why did you come?" He also used the same image as his father to see himself. He thought that his mother had clearly told him that the Umbrella Man would not come for a long time.

The Umbrella Man lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I just finished my employer's task, so I'm here to see you, Lotte."

The mother spoke at this time, her voice was weak, as if she was about to die, she said, "Lotte, get out."

Lott stood on the spot and responded. Just as he was about to go out, he was stopped by a black-haired man in a suit.

"You don't need to be so fierce to Lott." The man said, "Come here, Lott."

Lot raised his head. He looked at his mother, whose lips were moving. She was so sick that it was difficult to make a sound.

"Get out, Lott," she said, "you're going to be a good boy."

So Lott was held by the tall man in black and led out.

"What is your task today, Lotte?" the Umbrella Man asked again.

Lott walked over, he was held by the palm, and he didn't hear his mother stop him.At this time, he thought for a while and said, "I listen to my mother and be a good boy. Then, don't disturb my mother and go play with Xia Youjie..."

Lott said, "That's all."

The Umbrella Man looked down at him, smiled, and said, "Did you do it?"

The band-aid in Lott's palm was touched by his palm. He subconsciously withdrew his palm, looked at the face that looked exactly like his serious father, and said, "No."

"I stoned someone," Lott said, "because he stoned Xia Youjie too. When I got home after a while, my mother would say it was wrong. She would think I was a bad boy."

"They didn't hit you, why did you go to hit them." The black-haired man said, "Oh, it was the Xia You who hurt you, so you were excluded."

"It's not because of Xia Youjie!"

Lott looked like he was about to cry, and he said, "Yes, it's because I didn't be a good boy like my mother said."

The Umbrella Man sneered, covered his mouth with his hand, and said with an exaggerated expression, "Yes, yes. Be a good boy and be bullied by everyone."

Lot lowered his head, and he didn't speak again.

"It's nice to be a bad boy, isn't it, Lott?"

The Umbrella Man stopped, pressed his palm on the doorknob next to him, put a finger to his lips, and said, "Then Lotte Wiltshire, who didn't listen to her mother, why don't you try to open this door?" Where is the door?"

Lott raised his head, and he looked over. It was a dusty door that had been sealed for a long time. It hadn't been opened for a long time. In Lott's memory, there was also such a door in the previous home.

But her mother always warned her repeatedly not to open the door.

Lott said, "No."

"Mom said, open the meeting..."

"There will be bad things if you open it?" The Umbrella Man took the words, he waved his hand and said, "But you haven't opened it before, how do you know that something bad will happen?"

His palm pressed against the handle of the door that had been covered in dust for many years, slightly compacting it.

"Want to take a look, Lott?"

Lott replied, "No."

The umbrella man withdrew his hand, and he continued to walk forward, his leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor, and he said as he walked, "Okay, little Lott. Your mother will not be able to take care of you soon."

"what?"

"She is about to die. Didn't you see her haggard look? In the future, Lot will be laughed at by others as a child without a mother. How pitiful." Although he said this, the words of the umbrella man Li is smiling.

"..."

"You like that child, so how about sending you there?"

There was still a long silence.

The Umbrella Man said, "Come on, Lotte."

"This process is inevitable in the house."

……

The Umbrella Man was dressed like Lott's father, and knocked on the door of Xia You's house a month later. The man dressed like a gentleman with black hair and golden pupils took off his hat trick and put his arm around Lott, saying: " His mother's illness is serious again, and I plan to take her for further treatment. But Lotte must leave you, Mrs. Xia You."

His voice no longer has the odd foreign accent in it.

As his words fell, a card was handed over, and the umbrella man lowered his head, looked at Lott who he was leading, and said: "The cost of taking care of Lott is here. I will call every year in the future .”

Xia Youjie's mother declined many times, but finally accepted.

The Umbrella Man smiled, touched Lott's messy white hair, and said, "Lott has familial schizophrenia, but he doesn't like to take medicine for treatment, so he needs your attention. Oh, this kid is really Worrying."

Xia You's mother lowered her head. She glanced at Lott and sighed. There was more pity in her eyes. She said, "I will take good care of him. Jie also..."

She is a good person.

but--

Lot raised his head, his voice was very soft, and said, "I'm not sick."

But this sentence was too light and was not heard.

So he was sent to Xia Youjie's home.

In the first year of the past, Lott received a letter from his mother at the end of the year, telling him to get out of the way. In the same year, he and Xia Youjie went to the same elementary school.

In the third year, the handwriting written in Lotter's mother's reply letter was even more confusing, and it was impossible to make out what was written in it.

In the fourth year, this was the last letter Lott received, and it was sent along with the letter, along with a pair of scissors.

In the fifth year, his mother died.

Lott followed Xia You's family to Mrs. Wiltshire's funeral. The person lying in the coffin didn't look like his mother. The woman with more complications in the late stage of mental illness was so sick that she couldn't see her original appearance.

Lot lowered his head, pressed his hands on the transparent glass, looked at the woman in the coffin, and asked, "Jie, if you can see ghosts, can you see my mother?"

Xia Youjie stood by and said, "I didn't see her."

Xia Youjie's voice was as gentle as ever, and he said, "This shows that your mother didn't die with hatred. It doesn't mean that ghosts have a lot of resentment."

Then why did she send herself a pair of scissors and tell herself to go away beforehand?Lott couldn't figure it out.

"Lotte." Xia Youjie called his name and said, "You haven't taken any medicine today."

Lott said "Oh".

At this time, the adults obviously felt that the two of them were not suitable to stay in this kind of place, so Charlotte was taken out and brought into the hall outside.

Xia Youjie took out the medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out the prescribed number of pills according to the instructions and the usual practice, and handed it over.

Lott spread his palms, he frowned, looked at the pills that fell in his palms, and said, "Jie, the medicine is very bitter, I don't want to take it."

"No, you have to take it. There are also anti-anxiety medicines, too."

Xia Youjie said, "Do as we did last time, okay?"

Lott thought for a while, raised his head, and said seriously, "Okay."

Lott swallowed the pill with his eyes closed, and then he felt a soft kiss on his forehead.