Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

"Boom!"

The door was suddenly opened forcefully, Xia Lang was shocked, and he turned his head suddenly——

"Little bastard, get out of here!" The man in the yellowed old t-shirt stood unsteadily at the door, his cheeks were flushed and his body smelled of alcohol, he might be too drunk, he stumbled when he spoke : "Go, cook some peanuts for me!"

Xia Lang stood up, and he walked slowly towards the door, not only because of the pain, but also because it was not serious for Dad to beat someone when he was drunk.

Tasting the faint smell of blood in her mouth, Xia Lang approached the man.

The man looked down at him, his turbid pupils rolled, and his eyes stayed on the child's face, as if he was awake: "Why don't you smile?"

The child froze.

The man grabbed his hair, smoking and drinking for many years made his teeth very yellow, his mouth opened and closed, and his tone was very unhappy: "Are you dissatisfied?"

Xia Lang tilted his head back reflexively, and then he stopped abruptly—oh no.

Sure enough, the man's face turned black, and he grabbed the child's messy hair.

"Aren't you happy?" The man bent over, his face was close to Xia Lang, he stared at the immature face of the child: "You have no right to be unhappy, now I am raising you... Am I treating you badly? For your food and clothing Even for you to go to school, what the hell are you looking at me with?!"

"Ah?! Tell me! What look in your eyes?" He asked loudly, Xia Lang didn't say a word as usual, but this time the man was very angry, he grabbed the child and hit the wall: "You forgot, didn't you?" No one wants you, only Lao Tzu is supporting you!"

"Remember it for me, go to work for me after finishing this bullshit elementary school, and repay me well!"

The parts of his eyes rubbed against the wall, and Xia Lang's tears were immediately stimulated, but he still didn't say a word.

"..." Meaningless.The man let go of him: "Hurry up and cook peanuts!"

His head was blue, and the corners of his eyes were scratched.

Xia Lang looked at the shadow of her father on the ground. It wobbled and bared its teeth and claws, like a terrifying ghost.

And ghosts... are evil.

Pain, trance, the world in front of me is like when the black and white TV signal is not good, black and white alternately flicker.

Xia Lang unconsciously stepped forward and stepped on his father's shadow, and soon, the shadow walked away from under his feet.

The child looked up, and he watched the man walk to the edge of the well, then glanced down, and then the man turned back: "Little boy, bring me the watermelon after cooking the peanuts!"

Xia Lang slightly widened his eyes and nodded, then he rolled up his clothes and wiped off the blood on his face: "Okay."

Watermelon, he also wants to eat.

But Dad will only give him a small piece.

Xia Lang went to the kitchen, he skillfully picked up one dry corn stalk and broke it, and the debris caught fire. Xia Lang stared at the flame for a while, then went to pick up the big pot and put it on it with great effort.

Fill with water, add peanuts and salt.

Xia Lang is not as skilled as a child.

The water in the pot was gurgling, and Xia Hong stayed behind the kitchen door, watching the man blowing the fan at the door through the crack in the wooden door.

He was drinking bottle after bottle of beer, the sound of the TV came from the kitchen, Xia Hong stared intently at the man who was drinking and eating cold dishes.

And on the roof he didn't notice, the red-eyed crow was also staring at him from above.

The floor of the kitchen is made of mud, and the roof is made of tiles. When it rains, some places are damaged and water will leak, but when there is continuous mist in the pot, the heat is not so easy to dissipate, so the whole kitchen is stuffy and hot, especially now It's summer, and the stuffiness is even more serious.

Xia Hong put out the fire with a dizzy head, and then fished out the peanuts.

While pretending to be a peanut, he kept looking at the wall, where a fruit knife and a kitchen knife were hanging.

Because of distraction, Xia Lang moved a little slower, so when the peanuts were brought out, he was slapped again.

"Dawdling!" the man yelled.

Xia Lang endured silently.

The man stared at him and frowned, and he peeled off a peanut: "From that... what's it called? Luo Yiran? Anyway, it's just that after meeting that kid, why are you getting more and more lifeless? It's really bad luck!"

"Why don't you take that kid home to play, and I'll teach him..."

The familiar name was uttered from the scary man in front of him. Xia Hong raised his head at once, his messy hair flicked down. He subconsciously opened his eyes wide and ignored the pain in the corner of his mouth: "Don't hit Brother Xiaoran!"

Xia Lang blurted out.

The ghost-like man's eyes sank for a moment, his confused eyes stared at Xia Lang, the glass beer bottle in his hand was lifted up, and then smashed to the ground.

The glass shattered all over the floor, and Xia Hong trembled all over.

"Our Xia Lang has grown up... know how to protect friends." Li Gui grabbed another beer bottle, and he knocked on the table: "Dad also likes your friend very much, she is as white as a little girl..."

The man staggered: "Tomorrow, let him stay at our house for one night."

"Gah-"

The ear-piercing cry of crows came from outside the house, and Xia Hong felt cold all over.

"boom!"

Did not hear the answer, the beer bottle was smashed on the edge of the table, Li Gui pointed at Xia Lang, and he shouted: "Did you hear that!"

Xia Lang looked at the well outside the yard, and he nodded stiffly and expressionlessly.

The man was satisfied, he peeled the peanuts and drank the wine: "Then don't bother me, just stay by yourself, and after two o'clock, I will fish out the watermelon from the well and cut it up!"

Xia Lang nodded obediently, and then he walked to the kitchen.

The man glanced at him: "What are you going to do?"

The child crossed his hands, one side of his eyes was swollen, and the flesh squeezed his eyes, so the movement of his eyes was unclear: "Not yet cleaned up...the kitchen."

The very hard slap not long ago left him with burning pain on his face, and now his mouth hurts when he opened his mouth, so his speech is slurred.

"Then hurry up! Why are you still standing there stupidly?!"

Xia Lang quickly turned his head and entered the kitchen. His stomach was still aching, but he quickly cleaned up the kitchen. After cleaning the pot, Xia Lang's eyes stayed on the knives on the wall.

He remembered that there was news a few days ago that the newly married wife killed her husband and ran away.And Dad looked at the phone on the chair and saw the video that hadn't been coded yet, and Xia Lang was behind him, so he also saw it.

The quality of the transmitted video itself is not high, and it is enlarged so it is even more unclear.But you can still see a person holding a knife at the window on the second floor, chopping people up and down again and again.

I heard that the video was accidentally taken by someone on the opposite higher floor, and I only found out when I watched it the next day.

Xia Lang was not interested in those, he just stared at the man's movements again and again and blinked in confusion.

"Girls are really getting more and more ruthless now, and there really isn't anything good." Dad hooked up the phone, and he snorted, "It's better to be shot immediately if you're caught!"

Xia Lang knew to be shot, but also knew to die.That's something that once experienced by a person is never there again.

Thinking back to the chopping action of the person who couldn't see clearly in the video, Xia Lang stepped on the small stool, and he reached out to take down the kitchen knife - the knife is heavy, but he is very used to it, because he usually cuts vegetables.

But the knife is difficult to use, and he didn't cut the ribs last time.

Xia Lang stared at the knife for a long time——father said that brother Xiaoran should come over tomorrow.

Brother Xiaoran should be very afraid of pain... But if you don't call him brother Xiaoran, Dad will beat him again.

But he is really in pain, he doesn't want to be beaten.

Xia Lang stared blankly at the wall, as if seeing the man after this through the wall.

Xia Lang suddenly thought of what he saw just now, the shadow of the man with claws and claws. He slowly widened his eyes, and suddenly realized intuitively——

It's a ghost!

Dad is not dad, that is a ghost!

And he heard from his classmates that ghosts can possess and kill people, which is a very bad existence.

Xia Lang put down the knife, and he shrank behind the kitchen door, looking at the man who seemed to be drinking to death through the crack in the door, his eyes were chaotic, but gradually brightened, the man in his eyes lost his human appearance , his limbs were black and thick, his hands and feet were huge, his head became slender, his eyes were as red as blood, his lips disappeared, and his uneven teeth were exposed.

He drank the red blood, and bit the finger of the person in his mouth.

Terrible ghost!

Xia Hong walked past Li Gui silently, Li Gui gave him a blank look and ignored him.

So Xia Lang came to the mouth of the well outside the door, he stretched out his hand to pull the rope, the watermelon bucket under the rope moved, Xia Lang paused.

He struggled to pull the rope a few more times, and after a while, Xia Lang turned around and said in a flustered voice, "Dad! The watermelon, the watermelon has fallen!"

The ghost in the room trembled, alcohol anesthetized most of his nerves, he walked out crookedly, cursing: "Little bastard...you can't do anything, hiccup! You can't do anything well!"

Xia Lang watched Li Gui approaching him step by step, his pupils trembled strangely, as if resentful and anticipating.

On the roof tiles of the house, a crow took two steps forward. It touched a very small tile, and then the tile rolled to the edge of the roof and couldn't fall off.

The crow's eyes moved to the shattered tiles, and then it made a "ga—" sound.

thump.

thump—

Broken tiles fell off the roof.

The man fell into the well.

……

"Xia Lang."

"What are you doing squatting outside my window?"

"Brother Xiaoran." Xia Lang shrank under the window, holding his schoolbag, his expression full of confusion and fear: "I... I seem to have done something bad."

Luo Yiran paused, and leaned against the window, with an innocent smile on his fleshy face: "Hey, what did you do?"

The emotions above have settled down, Xia Hong belatedly felt the fear, he imagined that he would never move, so he shook hands tremblingly, and in his hand was still waiting for Luo Yiran to come back in the afternoon, Tooth marks bitten out because of anxiety: "I... Dad fell into the well..."

With a buzzing sound in his ear, Xia Lang spoke with difficulty: "I, I didn't save him..."

Luo Yiran smiled.

Like a small animal before the disaster, Xia Hong shrugged a little: "...Brother Xiaoran...?"

Luo Yiran stared at Xia Lang for a while, and then he smiled again: "Well...then, you have to remember it."

"Remember that he fell by himself."

"Then remember one more thing." Luo Yiran looked at Xia Lang with a smile, as if he was looking at a bunch of blooming flowers he planted by himself, and his voice was full of comfort: "The teacher asked me to find you, but I didn't Seeing that you were locked up, I opened the door secretly, and then brought you to my house at noon... Can you remember?"

Xia Lang was stunned, and then he slowly widened his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Inexplicably, he thought that when he first met Luo Yiran, he was surrounded by a group of children and beat him at school, and as soon as Luo Yiran walked over, the group of children ran away immediately.

Xia Lang raised his head upwards, as if he was staring at a god——

Luo Yiran must be a demon, a kind and kind demon who came to save him.