he is afraid, he pretends

Cold, sore, limp and weak.

Wu Luming felt as if he had been immersed in a narrow fish tank filled with water, surrounded by solid glass, and the cold water was vying to squeeze his chest cavity.

It took a lot of effort to open his eyes, but he found it was pitch black all around.

There is a white mosquito net above the head, and the snoring and sleep talk of different children can be heard from time to time.

The stomach churned and cramped badly, and the memory came back bit by bit.

In the afternoon, in front of almost everyone in the orphanage, he vomited violently after drinking the milk, and he completely lost consciousness not long after he vomited.

His body was limp and hot, and his stomach hurt so much that he couldn't help but want to vomit when he thought of the big bucket of ice water he drank in the afternoon, but his throat was so dry that it seemed to be smoking, clamoring for water .

He blinked slowly, staring at the white mosquito netting with a hole in the top of his head.

I don't know how long it has passed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of the mosquito net being lifted from the corner of his eye.

Thinking it was his sister, he turned his head and was about to speak, but saw a face he didn't want to see at all.

The little boy standing by the bed looked about six or seven years old, and there was a deep wound on the eyelid of his left eye. The wound looked like it had just scabbed for a short time, and it was a little scary.

I heard that he was adopted two years ago, but not long after he arrived at the adoptive family, the family had a child.

About half a month ago, when he was holding the child, he accidentally dropped the child to the ground.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with cushions, and nothing happened to the child, but he was sent back to the orphanage by the couple who had adopted him.

The scar on his eye is said to be the wound caused by the male owner of that family slapping him after he accidentally dropped the child.

Wu Luming turned his head, not going to talk to the person who opened his mosquito net.

But the boy got into the mosquito net, sat down beside the bed, and stared at him.

Wu Luming ignored the boy, and the boy didn't leave either.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the boy suddenly said softly in an extremely firm tone: "I know you did it on purpose. I saw you and your sister drinking milk on the balcony. You are not allergic to milk at all."

Wu Luming finally reacted and looked at the boy vigilantly.

The boy seemed to be pleased by his expression, and suddenly laughed.

While smiling, he moved closer to Wu Luming, stared closely at Wu Luming's vigilant eyes, and said in a cheerful tone: "From the first time I saw you, I had a hunch that you are the same as me."

"Pretending to be docile and harmless, weak and helpless in front of everyone," he put one hand on the head of the bed, looking at Wu Luming who was clutching the quilt tightly with his head, "but in fact, since the first time I was in front of so many Since you started framing you as a thief, you already have a plan in your mind to take revenge on me, right?"

"Does it mean that every time I frame you, your plan to revenge me in your heart will become more perfect?"

Wu Luming stared closely at the boy's smiling face.

After a long period of silence, his hoarse, almost shapeless voice sounded: "So what?"

The boy looked happier.

"Of course it's different." He straightened up and pointed to the other sleeping children next to him, "Those idiots, being bullied, have always just cried and howled uselessly, once like this, Same thing a hundred times."

"In other words, 90.00% of the children in this world, and even many self-righteous adults, are the same. They are cowardly and incompetent, and they can't even take revenge."

The boy's tone was relaxed as if he was telling a joke: "Your hypocrisy, cruelty and impeccable evil are so many that people can't learn in a lifetime."

Seeing that Wu Luming didn't respond for a long time, the boy suddenly asked again: "Do you know what kind of child would be abandoned here by their parents?"

He threw out a question, but he didn't seem to want Wu Luming to answer it, so he quickly answered it.

"One is intellectual disability."

"One is physical disability."

The gash on his left eye was elongated, downward like an upside-down smiling face.

Following him, he lowered his voice and spoke like a ghost.

"The remaining one is a natural monster."

·

Wu Luming suddenly sat up from the bed, the sound of rain outside the window, and the familiar headache hit violently.

He sat on the bed and took a big mouthful of fresh air. After a long time, he gradually breathed steadily in the darkness.

Wu Luming vaguely remembered that when he fell asleep, there was still a glimmer of light in the room, but now it was completely dark.

He groped for his phone in doubt, looked at the time, and found that it was already past eight o'clock at night.

The latest news showed that there was a missed call from Wen Siyuan after seven o'clock.

Wu Luming woke up instantly.

He turned on the light in the room, unlocked the phone, and found that there were also several messages from Wen Siyuan on wx.

The last one is about eight o'clock, ask him what he is doing.

After thinking for a moment, he called Wen Siyuan back.

However, the "shutdown" prompt sound came from the phone soon.

He thought of Wu Shengjin saying that Wen Siyuan often forgot to charge his phone, so he didn't pay much attention, and returned to wx to send Wen Siyuan a message back.

[Fall asleep in the afternoon, just woke up. 】

[The phone is set to silent and I didn't hear it, brother Yuan, what's the matter? (Scratching head with guilty conscience.jpg]

After replying to the message, he turned off the silent mode of his phone, and his stomach suddenly grunted.

Wu Luming had lunch at eleven o'clock, and it will be past eight o'clock, so he should be hungry.

However, when he walked out of the bedroom and was about to walk to the kitchen, a burst of physical nausea suddenly surged up.

The stomachache in the dream seemed to have not completely disappeared, and he suddenly lost his appetite.

The living room was pitch black, and he didn't bother to turn on the light, so he went straight to the sofa and sat down.

He didn't know how long he was trapped on the sofa before he slowly took the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV.

As soon as the TV is turned on, there is a movie channel, and ghost movies are playing in the middle of the night.

Up there is a male ghost with half of his face ruined chasing the protagonist around, holding an ax in his hand, the scene is extremely bloody.

Wu Luming was about to change the channel, thought for a moment, put down the remote control again, and stared at the TV expressionlessly.

The story is about a few young people who are not afraid of death and bravely venture into a haunted house.

The plot is quite clichéd, but the acting skills of the actors and costumes and props are relatively online.

The climax part in the second half was quite eye-catching, and Wu Luming was fascinated by it, until a sudden ringtone of the mobile phone rang in the living room.

He thought it was Wen Siyuan's call back, so he quickly took the phone and looked at it, but it was Qian Weichang's name that he saw.

Seeing that it was Qian Weichang, he casually turned on the speakerphone and put the phone back on the coffee table, then continued to watch the exciting ghost movie.

Qian Weichang's voice soon rang out in the living room.

"What are you doing, brother Ming?" The voice was slightly doggy.

Wu Luming casually replied, "Watch ghost movies."

"What ghost movie?"

Wu Luming searched around on the TV, but couldn't find the name, so he said directly: "I don't know."

Qian Weichang was probably asking casually, but when Wu Luming said he didn't know, he quickly moved on to the next topic.

"Brother Ming, those things you beat up a few days ago are still not hard enough."

On TV, the hero is fighting to the death with the male ghost.

Wu Luming casually asked: "How?"

"The guy with two broken ribs is said to be leaving the hospital next week, and the three of them even said they wanted someone to surround you."

Wu Luming's attention was all on the TV, he listened to Qian Weichang's words, and he responded casually: "Come around me? The hospital's WiFi is so easy to use, it won't be enough for them to live in for a week?"

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Not long after, Qian Weichang exclaimed from the phone: "Damn! Brother Ming is mighty! My brother Ming is worthy of being my brother Ming."

Wu Luming was amused by Qian Weichang's exaggerated tone, and it just so happened that the male protagonist on TV defeated the male ghost.

A not-so-small flying insect provoked him twice in front of him. He casually disposed of it and threw it into the trash can beside him. He was taking the phone back and was about to turn off the hands-free, when suddenly there was a "clang" sound from the window.

He heard the noise, and suddenly remembered that he went back to the bedroom in the afternoon and closed the window, but he forgot to close the window in the living room.

The windows were not opened very wide, but the wind suddenly increased, which made the windows rattle.

"Bang Dang" sounded one after another, Wu Luming had no choice but to get up and walk to the window.

As soon as he took two steps, his vision suddenly became bright, followed by an extremely loud thunder crashing down.

At the same time as the thunder exploded in his ears, he also seemed to vaguely hear the sound of the door slamming behind him.

He stopped in doubt, and turned to look at the door.

The door was closed without any movement, and there was no light from the corridor outside the house through the gap under the door.

Seeing this, he turned around without paying much attention, walked to the window and closed it.