I eat candy in the horror world

Song Xi looked through the clothes carefully, and found that they were covered with large and small tear marks, with blood on the edges.

"It was cut with a sharp object." Song Xi asked Jiang Su holding up his clothes.

Jiang Su nodded, and picked up a rusty blade from the corner.He turned around and took a dirty towel from the shelf to wipe it, leaving a rust stain on the towel, and the blood stain left by the blade was also revealed.

It is conceivable how painful the boy in the paper hood was before he died.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and Pang Hao rushed upstairs with his mobile phone, "Song Xi, Song Xi, where are you?! The post has been updated!"

Song Xi poked his head out of the room, and Pang Hao immediately stopped the car and handed him the phone.

【I'm back, I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting, the boss is too fussy, and he's been busy lately.

Let's talk about it.

I was hiding under the podium with my younger brother, and heard many children crying, calling for the dean's mother and aunt, but no one came out to stop the paper headgear.The uncle who was always nice to us didn't show up either. I had an intuition that he must be standing somewhere watching quietly.

I don't know how long it took, but the barking and laughter stopped.I didn't immediately go out with my brother in my arms, but waited until my aunt came to find us before we went out.Auntie didn't say anything when she found us, but she looked sad and her eyes were red.

That night, the game started again.

The children who were bitten were called out by paper headgear, and [-] stools were filled.He said the ones bitten were useless kids and he needed to train them.

The way of training is to let the children beat each other.

Those who win are useful people, and the reward is an apple and a new quilt.

I was holding my brother's hand tightly, and I was so scared. I felt like everyone here was becoming abnormal and scary.

For the first time, I had the idea of ​​wanting to escape.

The next day was still full of fear—one day, the paper hood brought a lot of marbles.He said: "These marbles are all custom-made by his father, which is unique in the world.

It was really a very beautiful bead, with the blue earth in it, the vast nebula in miniature, and all kinds of miniature animals.

My brother secretly told me that he wanted it very much.

I told him, that doesn't belong to us, you can't want it, let alone let people know that you want it.My younger brother didn't understand anything, and he actually lost his temper at me, saying that he just wanted it.

I am very sad, if we have parents, if our parents love us very much, maybe my younger brother can also have beautiful marbles.

I said to him, "When my sister grows up, I will buy it for you when she makes money."

Maybe it was influenced by those violent games recently, or maybe he was secretly envious of the kid who got the apple, he rejected me uncharacteristically, and said stubbornly: "I want it now!"

This sentence was known by the paper head cover, and he began to deliberately play marbles in front of his younger brother.

—While playing, —he explained to his younger brother, "Look how beautiful the stars embedded in it are, as crystal clear as eyeballs."

The younger brother could only watch obsessively.

After repeated several times, the paper headgear lost interest, and he came up with a new method of tormenting people - intentionally leaving the marbles on the grass.

The younger brother—followed him straight away and picked up the marbles immediately.He didn't tell me, I didn't know what happened until he was pressed to the ground and slapped repeatedly.

The paper towel was on his hips, and he stepped on his younger brother's back, "You are such a disgusting thief, did you inherit the habit of stealing from your parents? You are a thief, is your sister a thief too? "

Soon, I too was labeled a thief.

I was pressed to the ground one by one, and the paper hood brought sheep manure from the gardener to make fertilizer, and he forced it into my mouth.More than ten years have passed since this incident, but I still remember the feeling of suffocation. 】

[Paper headgear is a waste of air to live, a psychopath who wears a paper gaiter all day long!This kind of talent should be an orphan! 】

[I feel sorry for the landlord, hug me.If you can muster up the courage to say these things today, it means that you are safe now, and you will surely live a very happy life. 】

[This narrative tone... emmm is really well edited. 】

[Is this kind of thing really necessary to make up? ? ?What good is it to curse yourself and your brother as orphans? 】

[Some orphanages are really bad. I just came out of the orphanage. There is nothing in it. The children often fight for things. The director and aunt don’t care, as long as they can’t be beaten to death. 】

[There are some good ones too. Last time I went to the orphanage as a volunteer, those children were well taken care of and had good personalities.The dean's mother is very amiable, and she speaks softly]

[There are good and evil in the world, so don't make generalizations. 】

……

I turned down two pages, but the host hasn't come back yet.

The person who wrote the post could not be a survivor who left the horror world, but could only be a survivor who was not there when the space overlapped, or who was not taken away for some special reason.

Song Xi asked Pang Hao: "Can you find the person involved?"

"It should be possible to search from the IP." After Pang Hao finished speaking, he used his mobile phone to find a contact, and sent the address of the post to him, so that the other party could find someone as soon as possible.

The phone twirled around at his fingertips, and he asked Song Xi, "What did you find in the room?"

Song Xi stepped aside, "Go in and see for yourself."

"I'm not going." Pang Hao - Hearing Song Xi's words, he knew what was hidden in the bathroom.

Song Xi said: "Actually, it's nothing, just a piece of clothing and - some blood." Handing the phone back, - holding Jiang Su by the hand, - pushing Pang Hao out, "Let's go and have a look elsewhere."

There are many secrets hidden on the second floor. In addition to the clothes and bones in the bathtub, they also found a pile of old things in a room.

There are several paintings in the old things, signed Z.

Judging from the immature brushwork, Z should not be Mr. Zhou, but a boy in a paper hood.The contents of those paintings are roughly the same, they are parents and sons in various scenes.

The children in the painting are always wearing headgear, and the position of the eyes is not black and white, but two balls of black thread.

Mom and Dad also drew very weirdly, with slanted eyes and huge mouth, which made people feel uncomfortable.And behind these three people is a large background of mixed colors, like a distorted sky.

Pang Hao clicked his tongue: "You can tell that the painters are definitely not normal." He used his nephew as an example, "My nephew is ten years old this year, and the parents in the paintings all have cute round faces. , the background is also full of flowers and trees.”

Children with normal dispositions have a pure heart, they yearn for beauty, and indeed they are not interested in weird things.

Song Xi lowered his head and continued to look at the painting in his hand. Although the style was unusual, both his father and mother had their big mouths open, and they were smiling.

In the eyes of the boy in the paper hood, the parents who are with him are very happy and they love him very much.

But is this really love?

It is love that can base the son's happiness on hurting other children.If it is love, he will condone his son's violence, and he will stand by and watch.

Song Xi only felt disgusted, pitiful for being turned into a paper headgear kneeling on the ground like a dog, and these children who had been bullied before were even more pitiful.

No matter how the boy in the paper hood died in the end, it was his own fault.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see." Song Xi completely lost interest in this place, and Jiang Su followed his pace, leaving Pang Hao where he was.

Pang Hao felt cold, turned his head suddenly when his ears moved, and jumped in fright.

There appears to be a small child behind the curtain.

His heart was pounding, and he ran away.

It was still raining outside, and the three rushed into the main building of the orphanage against the heavy rain. Song Xi went straight to the director's office.It's a pity that the inside has been burned by the fire, leaving behind - the earth's charcoal black and ashes.

The rain washed the outer walls of the orphanage, and the black ash flowed to the ground with the water, forming small black puddles.

Song Xi took a step back to prevent his clothes from getting wet, "It's 03:30 in the afternoon, and it's already dark like this."

Pang Hao distracted his attention with his mobile phone, hoping that the time would pass quickly, "What if the rain stops at night, we can't just wait like this."

"Otherwise?" Song Xi said, "It's raining heavily, and the boat coming from the other side must stop. It's impossible to ask the driver to come and pick us up."

"It's all to blame for that bad boatman. If I catch him, he must be beaten to death!" Pang Hao clenched his fists, gasping for breath.

The sound of pattering rain covered everything, Song Xi looked up at the sky, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the post.

Surprisingly, there was a follow-up.

The landlord didn't disappear for a long time, saying that he was busy with work just now.

[Since that day, I have been bullied often.At first my younger brother would help me, but after being accidentally injured a few times, he never approached me again.Even normal eating and sleeping will no longer follow me.

Intellectually, it would be in his interest to keep him away from me.But I was still very sad, feeling like I was abandoned by my brother.

This kind of life lasted for several months. One day, the paper headgear made the dean call me to play a game together.The game is very simple, - half children are bad guys, - half good guys.He gave each of us a long and thin stick, and the person who was beaten out of blood can be out.

This is not a game that children should play. I wanted to ask the dean to stop it, but unexpectedly saw the dean and uncle talking.The uncle also gave the dean a card, and I heard him say that there is a lot of money in it.

I didn't know until I grew up that it was a bank card.

Uncle hoped that the dean would just turn a blind eye and ignore his son's affairs. He promised that no one would die.

His promises didn't work, and something went wrong in the end.

I remember very clearly that it was Christmas again, and my uncle had everyone prepare a Christmas tree just like last year, and the tree was full of small gift boxes and socks.

After the Christmas Eve dinner, my uncle called us together and said to us: "Uncle's son, that is, your little brother, wants four regular playmates. Does any of you want to be his playmate?"

In the past two years, some children hated the paper headgear, some were willing to be beaten and scolded by him to get food and clothes that they could not get on a daily basis, and some succumbed to him and were willing to be his lackey.

Of course, the children are still too young to know what a running dog is, and they only know that they can live a good life by following the paper hood.

So when my uncle said this, some people in the crowd flinched, while others were eager to try.

My younger brother Xiaolan is one of them.

Xiaolan broke free from my hand, stood up with sparkling eyes, raised her hands with joy and said, "I, uncle, I am willing to be brother's playmate."]