good son future

?Yoshiko took this thick book that looked like a photo album, looked around, found a sofa not far away and sat down.She unconsciously stroked the long fur of the rabbit, and with the other hand, she tapped the slightly solemn black cover of the booklet.Slowly, she put her hand on the lock key that fastens the pages of the book. The small buckle is elegant and delicate. With just such a slight push, the booklet can be opened, and the contents within it can be displayed to the world.

Her fingertips had even opened the outer clasp, and she was about to open it. Suddenly, she stopped. She thought, as a migrant worker, it is not easy to browse through the things of the master's house casually like this. Well, even if this book is really a photo album with extraordinary meaning as she imagined, she shouldn't open it casually.

Although she is really curious, no one can refuse any opportunity to spy on death, even if they are apprehensive and frightened, even if it is meaningless.She sighed and stuffed the thick book into the cabinet under the sofa.

While sighing, she suddenly heard an extremely uncomfortable voice, hoarse and muttering like an old witch reciting a spell, she looked towards the source of the sound, and saw that An was curled up in the pile of books , the small body trembled, I didn't know what I was doing, it was very strange.

She rubbed the center of her brows, feeling a little tired, and called out wearily, "Ann? What are you doing?"

But An didn't respond to her. She was about to step forward to check the details, but the girl turned her head at this moment.

Haozi's whole body seemed to be nailed to the sofa, stiff and unable to move, allowing the shock to twist and spread.

"What's the matter? Hao Si?"

An's puzzlement was heard in her ears. She looked at the childish face and blinked vigorously. The picture was no longer there, but the image accompanied her like a lingering shadow.It was an aging face comparable to that of an old Einstein. It was fleeting like a nightmare, but it was unforgettable. Was she really dazzled?Why does the image of that face grinning at her clearly remain in my mind, just like the old man who passed by back then, the pity and long talk that made her hair stand on end were generally disgusting.

"Hass?"

After a long time no response, the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"No, it's okay, keep looking!" Haozi noticed that An was walking towards this direction, and stopped her immediately.

"You're such a weirdo!" Although the girl was a little strange, she didn't think too much about it. She quickly buried her head in the search again, leaving Yoshiko in the same place watching her moving body again.Her face was like a cold current passing over Siberia, or like a storm before a heavy rain, full of unpredictable changes, which made Mr. Rabbit who couldn't figure out what Haozi was thinking was very puzzled.

He looked at Haozi in wonder, bent down, and took out the book that was put in the cabinet again, why did she take it out again?Rabbit had discovered that Haozi's curiosity about this book was not ordinary, but now he really couldn't help it?

As if aware of his doubts, she smiled at her, seemingly to comfort her, but he keenly noticed something wrong behind the smile.

"I have heard that in foreign countries, in order to commemorate the dead, people will use photos to leave their last voices and smiles in the world, and then compile them into books. These books may be the proof of the existence of a family, or they may just be a sad story. The evidence that the passer-by unfortunately died in a certain place, but in any case, it is people's awe and nostalgia for the dead, and it is full of people's regret..."

Rabbit stared at the big ignorant eyes, paradoxically, he looked at Haozi and said this in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, even though he didn’t understand the meaning of the words, even if he felt that Haozi now Getting weird, even a little scary, but... talking to him?

Mr. Rabbit was deeply shocked. Haozi was actually talking to him?I was speaking very seriously, not in the entangled tone of "You are a rabbit" with a doting tone that made him both like it and make his stomach hurt!

Does this... take him as a thinking man?

Although it's a pity, this kind of tone of discussion is really... Really... Should have treated him like this a long time ago!

"If my speculations are correct, the secrets of all these are buried in this book. Although these speculations are unbelievably bizarre, even though thinking about them makes my back chill... bless me! Rabbit, I hope my Premonitions don’t come true.”

"..." The rabbit was crazy about ozr, and after a long time, it turned out that he was regarded as a mascot this time... However, even if he became a mascot, it would be a kind of upgrade... It's not easy...

The rabbit who knew the truth burst into tears, and he lay on Haozi's lap sleepily, watching the girl's slender hands trembling slightly as she opened the booklet.It was a photo album, old or young, sitting or lying down, everyone was smiling at the corners of their mouths, with a peaceful expression, one after another, without exception, there was even a group photo of the family.

Those beautiful pictures seem to transmit happiness to reality through the static time and space. While admiring those people and scenery, the rabbit is surprised at the trembling hands of Haozi.

Finally, the photo album stopped on one of the pages, and there was no sign of turning the page for a long time. The rabbit stared intently, and then opened his mouth wide in surprise, because he saw three familiar people on it, Mrs. Mills, Mr. Ted, Li There are three Miss Tia.

"In 18XX, died of tuberculosis..."

Rabbit suddenly raised his head and looked at Haozi, only to find that her lips were white and trembling.So he began to quickly recall the photo album he saw just now, and those photos flashed in his mind, black and white, black and white, every one is black and white!Every character's eyes are tightly closed!Once again thinking of those strange words that Haozi said before, a thunderbolt fell in his heart, blowing up his mind.

This is a portrait book!

He was stunned, those beautiful pictures were shattered in an instant, and the atmosphere of happiness and peace that he thought before had become a sad and gloomy ghost music.His eyes were stained with panic and uneasiness, and when he looked at the smiling people in the photo album, he felt that the next moment they would all open their eyelids and stare at their bloodshot eyes, baring their teeth and claws.

These are all dead people... There is such an ominous thing here, why is Haozi still holding it?Put it away quickly!The rabbit watched anxiously, trying to urge her with his eyes.

But he saw that Haozi remained motionless like a woodcarving, holding the photo of Mrs. Mills and the three of them tightly with one hand. Mr. Rabbit suddenly realized that if Mrs. Mills and the others were already dead, then, in this house Who are the people working in it?