I eat candy in the horror world

After being interviewed alone, Wang Zheng was like an ant hit by a storm, huddled in a corner, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He never imagined that Song Xi would expose his plan on the spot without losing face.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the young man again.

There was a warm smile on that clear and delicate face, completely different from before.The more Wang Zheng looked at it, the more unhappy he became. Is this a fucking double-faced person? ? ?

The young man looked over suddenly, Wang Zheng shivered violently, turned his head away reflexively, and moved the stool under his buttocks to the corner again.

"We have to be careful about Wang Zheng." Han Xianfeng looked over with Song Xi, the man turned his back to them, with anger and aggrieved all over his body.

Song Xi: "Yes."

Six people are sitting in the cafeteria at the moment.

According to previous regulations, temporary workers are not eligible to sit in the cafeteria. They can only order food and squat outside to eat.

Now they stood there with their strong pestle and refused to move, and the word "reject" was written on every flower farmer's face, as if they were some lowly creatures, unworthy of sitting here.

"Fuck, what kind of eyes do they have?" The muscles on Han Xianfeng's arms bulged, and he endured to the extreme.

Song Xi said: "We can also see them in this way."

After speaking, he propped his right jaw and assumed a posture of looking at garbage.

Flower farmers: "..."

This is the most unpleasant meal that flower farmers have ever eaten. Even with the soup they are looking forward to every day in their mouths, it can't dissipate their inner feelings.

"Damn it, I've had enough!" The one who yelled was Song Xi's acquaintance, the man with the scar who lived in 208, and died of choking water on the 44th.

Song Xi had noticed him before. This man died of choking on water, but he had no psychological barriers to drinking soup and water, which showed that his death had nothing to do with normal drinking water in daily life.

So he should have drowned.

Song Xi stood up from the stool, "And then?"

That provocative look was too much to be beaten, and the irascible scar face immediately left his seat and walked towards the temporary worker.

Jiang Su also stood up, holding Song Xi's arm with one hand, ready to pull him behind him at the most appropriate time.His already dark eyes became darker, and an endless black vortex arose, which shocked the man with the scar all of a sudden.

The scarred man stopped unconsciously, and it took him half a minute to regain his senses. He looked at his feet in surprise, and suddenly couldn't remember why he stopped.

He glanced at Song Xi, then at the young man beside him, and the anger that was provoked came back.

Song Xi's eyes slid to the thin bamboo pole, and asked sincerely: "If a unilateral conflict is provoked, is it considered to be picking quarrels and provoking trouble, or is it a fight?"

The thin bamboo pole winked at the person beside him, and the person immediately held the man with the scar.

The man with the scar was so angry that he was breathing heavily, wishing he could drink Song Xi's blood and eat Song Xi's flesh.

The tense atmosphere suddenly fell to the lowest point, Song Xi sat down again, and asked Jiang Su in the mood: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Their voices were not too loud, and the flower farmer and the lady in the cafeteria heard them, and their faces became ugly one by one.These desperate temporary workers want to occupy their cafeteria again!Eat their dishes and rice!

If it weren't for the moral constraints, they would definitely throw everything in the cafeteria into the trash can!

Jiang Su stared at Song Xi, "I'll eat whatever you like."

Song Xi looked at the others, "What about you?"

Han Xianfeng rubbed his hands, embarrassedly said: "Green pepper shredded pork, if it's too troublesome, you can do other things."

"Hypocrisy." Shen Tingyu rolled her eyes, "I just want an oil and vinegar salad."

Grandma Hui shook her head, "I can do it."

Seeing his complexion, Song Xi asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Grandma Hui pursed her lips, took off her coat and turned her back. The back, which should have been clean, was now covered with writhing markings. Compared with the first time, these markings became thicker and more prominent, like a Strips of restless earthworms crouching under the skin.

"I've been feeling pain in my vest since the morning." He paled and laughed at himself, "Maybe it's true what Archie said, I can grow two hearts."

He lowered his head and got dressed, "If my body changes completely, it's useless even if I really leave here."

At that time, he was a unique product of this world, no different from those monsters crawling out of the flower soil.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

After finding the exit, they will pass through an endless thick white mist, and the wound will be healed without knowing it.But no one has ever encountered a situation like Grandma Hui.

No one can guarantee that the one returning to the real world with them will be a monster covered in roots, or a normal human being.

"Do you want to give up?" Song Xi heard the frustration in his words.

Grandma was stunned, and lowered her head to button her button, "I don't know either."

"We must be able to leave before your body changes completely." Song Xi walked over and put his hand on Grandma Hui's shoulder, "Even such weird and weird things can happen when you come to the horror world, why don't you believe that there will be miracles here happened."

The generous and warm palms on his shoulders gave him a little more peace in his heart. Grandma nodded grayly, "I won't give up."

The flower farmers' schedule is fixed and will not be broken due to the resistance of temporary workers.As the lunch break approached, they left quickly one by one.

Song Xi glanced at the clock on the wall of the cafeteria. There was still an hour before going to work in the afternoon, which was enough for them to eat and drink.

He walked into the back kitchen with ease and started cooking.

Except for Jiang Su, who was guarding the back door, the rest of them found a nearby place to sit down and discuss their plans for the afternoon.

Shen Tingyu: "Why do you say No. 5 keeps rubbing his chest? Could it be that he died of a heart attack?"

Han Xianfeng disagreed with this statement, "It shouldn't be that slight."

Yes, compared to being smashed to death by a hoe, amputated at the waist, and the skull cut off... the way to die from a heart attack is too mild.

"It can't be that people have taken their hearts out." Wang Zheng muttered unintentionally, and was taken to heart by several people present. Shen Tingyu and grandma looked at each other, "It's not impossible."

Wang Zheng said aloud, "I said it casually, you must not take it seriously." In case he said something wrong, these two idiots would investigate in the wrong direction, wouldn't it be a waste of time.

Shen Tingyu didn't make a sound, tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table, and cast her eyes on the glass separating the back kitchen from the front hall.

Seeing Song Xi's busy but undisturbed figure, she turned her head and pouted at Han Xianfeng, "Don't you think Song Xi is strange?"

Han Xianfeng: "...Actually, I've wanted to say that for a long time."

Song Xi was gentle when he first met, giving people the illusion of being gentle and polite, even deceptive.But when he was touched against the scales, or his hair was irritated, the docile cat stretched out its minions and became a tiger with sharp claws.

But at this moment, the cat-turned-tiger was washing their hands in the kitchen.

To be honest, let alone Han Xianfeng, even Grandma Hui and Wang Zheng, who had just been threatened, felt very unreal.

Han Xianfeng thought of what he had said from Cun Tou before. He said that Song Xi was hiding his strength.However, right now, he feels that this is not the case. Every aspect of Song Xi is his true colors.

As long as you don't provoke him, everyone can live in peace.

Everyone ate lunch to their hearts' content, holding their stomachs full of satisfaction.Shen Tingyu, the hot-tempered young lady, opened her mouth and hiccupped. She stood up slowly, "Stop sitting still, what should everyone do, and you can also digest food by the way."

The word "digestion" was added to the next thrill, making it less tense.

Han Xianfeng left with Shen Tingyu and Grandma Hui, Song Xi took Jiang Su to continue looking for the little boy, mother and son, while Wang Zheng continued to observe the other four flower farmers ending in 9 with anxiety.

He was afraid, so he bowed his back along the way, and couldn't help but bow his head when he met the flower farmers passing by, and finally found a target in the flower field.

The florist, identified as 49, was talking to someone and appeared to be asking for help.

Thinking of Song Xi's cold eyes when he was threatening someone, Wang Zheng took a small step forward with a flinching heart, "I can help you."

No. 49 looked at him, and said to another person: "I can find him, you can go to work."

As soon as the other flower farmer left, No. 49 said to Wang Zheng, "Just help me move the fertilizer over there."

Wang Zheng looked in the direction of his finger and repeated strangely: "Over there? Are you sure?"

Moving from one field ridge to the opposite field ridge, such a simple physical work, does not need help from others at all.

Wang Zheng put his doubts in his heart, picked up a bag of fertilizer with difficulty, and threw it on his back.He is small in stature and weak in strength, walking a few steps made his legs tremble, and he almost staggered and fell.

He looked back, and No. 49 suddenly stopped after taking three or two steps behind him, and he looked up and didn't know what he was looking at.

Noticing Wang Zheng's gaze, No. 49 lowered his head and directed at him: "Carry it on your back and put it in the gap."

Wang Zheng took a few more steps to the left, tilted his shoulders, and let the fertilizer bag slip off his shoulders.There was only a slap, and the bag hit the field ridge, and a hole was split on the upward side.

"How did you do it!" No. 49 was furious, pointing at Wang Zheng and scolding, "Are you a waste, you can't do such a small thing well!" He took two steps forward, and immediately opened his eyes, "The fertilizer is spilled! It's a waste! , You are a great waste!"

Wang Zheng was aggrieved by Song Xi, now he heard someone call him a waste, he exploded on the spot.He rushed over in two or three steps, grabbed Hua Nong's clothes and said, "Who are you calling trash!"

"You are the one who scolded!" said the flower farmer. "You temporary workers who have done bad things will be punished sooner or later!"

Wang Zheng had an idea, "Oh, really, you are telling me what punishment I will suffer."

"Archie said that you are number 3." The flower farmer showed a vicious smile, "Trust me, after the meeting tomorrow morning, you will receive a bottle of Coke."

Wang Zheng didn't have time to think about their plan to harm others, so he said, "You remember wrongly, I'm not number 3, I'm number 9."

The flower farmer was startled, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Wang Zheng followed and looked, except for the brilliant clear sky, there were only wires passing across it.

Hua Nong laughed, from the initial hee hee to an exaggerated hahahaha, when the laughter was the highest, he shut up and made a "shh" gesture to Wang Zheng, "You will know soon."

Those eyes were poisoned, and Wang Zheng's hair stood on end. He let go of his hand as if he had been burned, and took several steps back.

Probably thinking that this man who wasted fertilizer would die tomorrow, No. 49 was very happy, and hummed the weird song "Dad is dead, mom is dead".

Wang Zheng felt cold all over, he raised his head to look at the sky again, and then looked at the back in front of him.

No. 49 did not cross the flower field directly to the opposite field ridge. Instead, he walked half a circle around the flower field to pick up the fertilizer that had been sprinkled on the ground and put it back into the bag.

Wang Zheng walked away in a daze, maybe it was his own illusion, he found that every time he passed a flower farmer, the other party would give him a sinister smile.

His mind was in a mess, and he didn't know when he bumped into someone. He didn't raise his eyes blankly until someone grabbed him from behind.

Song Xi saw that his face was pale, and the shadows in his eyes were thick, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Wang Zheng suddenly remembered something, pulled Song Xi and said, "I just did something for No. 49, and there is nothing suspicious about that person. If I have to say, he looked up at the sky twice. And they don’t want to carry the fertilizer by themselves.”

"Look at the sky?" Song Xishun asked, "What's in the sky?"

"Nothing..." Wang Zheng was stunned. He was afraid that he would be negligent again, so he had to tell all the details before and after.

Song Xi heard him say that there were several wires hanging from the flower field, "What wires?"

Wang Zheng blinked, and when he caught something on the young man's face, he immediately became serious, "It should be a high-voltage wire." He recalled carefully, "There is a high-voltage iron frame not far away, yes, it is a high-voltage wire."

While talking, he suddenly understood, he was surprised, "Could it be that No. 49 was electrocuted to death by a high-voltage wire?!"

Song Xi: "So he would rather go around the distance than pass under the high-voltage line."

Before that, Wang Zheng had been hiding in a dark corner waiting for the fisherman's profit. It wasn't like he was a mouse hiding in the gutter all the time, and he would not go out to look for food unless the food had already fallen at the mouth of the hole.

This is the first time he has contributed to finding the exit by himself.

Song Xi remembered the way of death with tail number 9 in his heart, turned around to leave, but was stopped by Wang Zheng, "Where are you going?"

"Find someone, the little boy and his mother." The little boy was not old enough to let him work, but his mother had to attend daily attendance.

It's fine if you don't see anyone in the morning, but when it's time for work in the afternoon, Song Xi still hasn't found anyone.

It is impossible for the little boy's mother to be absent from work for no reason. The only possibility is that she asked for leave.And this leave is justified and justifiable for those who approve the leave.

Song Xilian thought for a while, and said to Jiang Su: "Let's go to their house to see."

Wang Zheng provided useful information for everyone, and at the moment his heart was in turmoil, and he wanted to show off, so he took the initiative to say, "I'll be with you."

For Jiang Su's "no sense of existence" to be transferred to himself, the two need to have close physical contact.It is enough for Su Su to recite him, how can he recite two!

"No need, you can go back to the wooden house first and recite Uncle Su first." Song Xi's tone was gentle, but his intention of refusing was very strong.

In fact, after saying that sentence impulsively, Wang Zheng regretted it, and now he was greatly relieved to hear that he was only asked to do tasks with a low risk factor.

There are 32 rooms in the Huanong dormitory, 8 rooms on each floor. Because it is working hours, the whole building is very quiet.

Jiang Su took the initiative to turn his back, bent down, "Come up."

Song Xi felt a little embarrassed to let a tall and tall adult carry a child on his back. He climbed onto Jiang Su's back, turned his head to the boy's ear and asked, "I think I might be a little heavy. Otherwise, I will carry you on my back?"

Jiang Su: "You can't carry me on your back, don't move, hug me well."

From Song Xi's perspective, he could only see the raised eyebrows of the young man, guessing that he might be frowning, and he became honest all of a sudden.

Jiang Su carried him on his back and walked steadily. They knocked on all the doors on the first floor, but no one answered, followed by the second and third floors.

The two came to the fourth floor, Song Xi: "They should live on this floor." If there is no one here, he really doesn't know where to find someone.

Jiang Su let out a "hmm", not sure if he was trying to appease or answer the young man's concerns.

Song Xi stretched out his arms and knocked on 401 a few times. After getting no answer, he knocked a few more times.

No result, had to go to 402.

Room 402 is still empty, then 403 and 404.

The door of room 404 was also closed tightly. After several knocks, Song Xi patted Jiang Su on the shoulder, "Go to 405."

Jiang Su didn't move, just when Song Xi thought he didn't hear his words, footsteps sounded inside the door.Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded.

"Who?"

Song Xi cleared his throat, his voice was hoarse, "It's me."

The woman didn't seem to recognize who it was, "Who?"

"I, downstairs in 208, I want you to borrow some..." Song Xi recalled those black pockets, "Borrow some food."

The woman seemed to guess something, first unscrewed the anti-lock valve inside, and then opened the other bolt.She poked her head out, the corridor was empty, there was no one at all.

She came out in a hurry, looked to the left and right, and after finding no one, she went to the stairs again.

"Where are people?" She glanced behind her again in confusion, and went home.

At home, Jiang Su had already walked in behind Song's back, and was standing in the corner next to the TV cabinet.The woman's eyes flickered for a moment, and she vaguely felt that there was something there, but when she took a closer look, there was nothing.

She rubbed the center of her eyebrows tiredly, thinking that she must be too tired.But she couldn't let herself rest, there were more important things to do.

Song Xi gestured to Jiang Su, and followed the woman into the room.

It was a very small children's room. The toys in the room were cut to pieces and all were thrown on the floor. Only one Barbie doll was intact and was firmly held by the little boy lying on the bed.

Song Xi came to the end of the bed. The little boy's hands and feet were tied to the bedposts. He struggled hard, his waist and abdomen arched, and his eyes were red.

The woman wiped the child's sweat, "bear it a little longer, it will be fine after today, mom, please, don't move."

"Mom, mom, can you let me go out?" The little boy's face was full of tears, the skin on his wrists and ankles was ruptured and bloodshot due to the struggle, "I want to go back, I have to go back, otherwise he will beat me, only the dirt It's the safest."

"Only in the soil is the safest, the safest..."

"Mom, mom, mom..."

The little boy's pleading voice gradually became louder and turned into fierce abuse, "Let go of me, you crazy woman, I will kill you, you will kill me...I want to go back! I want to go back!"

Song Xi looked at his hand.

Blood flowed down the wrist and into the palm, all staining the doll's body, as if wrapping her in a blood-red gauze.

At first, Song Xi had no doubts about this obviously mentally problematic child.

Until later, more and more ways of death were determined, but no problems were found in the few people whose tail number was 0.

They didn't show painful expressions because of physical discomfort, nor did they hide or cover up because of fear.

Among the five people with the tail number 0, except for the child and another woman who walk with weird gait, none of them should have experienced resurrection from death.

Children have more weaknesses than prudent adults.This thought made him think of the only two times he saw a child.

That time when they were hiding in the flower field, they heard the little boy's mother say that they didn't understand why the son buried the doll in the soil, and it was fine after burying it, and then dug it out with his own hands.

At that time, he also thought it was a boring and deformed game for little boys.

But recently, he's thinking differently.

The psychological quality of children is different from that of adults, and the intimidation and fright they receive will have an immeasurable impact on their minds.

Burying the doll and digging it up may be a repetition of behavior engraved in the mind and soul of the little boy.

Not only this, but also the matter of Bunny burying himself in the soil earlier.

Under normal circumstances, how could a child know how to trample and compact the soil by jumping with both feet?He must have seen someone do it, or even experienced it himself.

Therefore, the child's way of death is to be buried alive.

In the case of suffocation, it takes a very delicate time point to survive, one second more or one less second will not work.

Like walking on a suspended steel wire, you must stabilize yourself and maintain a just right balance.Only in this way, those who step on the tightrope will always walk on the middle line between life and death.

As long as you can step on this tightrope smoothly, the way of life will appear in front of you.

This is their outlet.

Although Cuntou's understanding of the exit was wrong at the beginning, his behavior and method were not too wrong. The only thing wrong was that he lay in the wrong place.

The exit is unique, and it is not just to find a flower field and bury yourself in it to leave.

Song Xi squeezed Jiang Su's shoulder, "Let's go."

Jiang Su tilted his head and said softly, "Wait."

"Mom, it hurts so much..." Song Xi heard the little boy talking, he looked over and found that the little boy's face turned red.

"Don't be like this, baby, don't hold your breath, breathe quickly, mother, please breathe quickly..." The woman collapsed, flustered.

This is not a simple physical change, but the little boy's psychological barrier, which made him unconsciously hold his breath.

"No, don't..." The woman hugged her head and looked at the crib in horror.

On the bed, the boy's body swelled up, and the normally docile blood vessels swelled rapidly like tree roots that had absorbed the nutrient solution.

Song Xi opened his eyes wide in astonishment, "What happened to him?"

Jiang Su: "Brain death caused by suffocation."

Song Xi understood that the pain left by the fatal injury in this strange body is permanent. The little boy died of brain death caused by hypoxygen saturation. Now, in his fear of the past, he is On the day of death, re-enact your own death.

Only this time, it's not just death due to lack of oxygen.

Song Xi saw that the swelling all over his body began to subside from the toes, not a recovery, but a rapid accumulation of the upper body.

Subconsciously tightening Jiang Su's neck, he said in disbelief, "Is the little boy's head about to explode?"