Kuang Jinxin and Qian Aidai stood at the door, their hearts as if they were being run over by thorny wheels, shattered into pieces, dripping blood.

They were not the ones who were slapped in the face, but they would rather be them.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang...

The frequency of the slap slowly slowed down, and the figure seemed to be in pain, and the body was shaking harder and harder. Every time I slap it, it took longer than the last time I hesitated.

The voice of "I was wrong" also began to become weak.

Finally, he stopped completely, raised his head slightly with trembling, and looked into the void ahead, as if there was an invisible monitor standing there.

Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai also looked at the void involuntarily.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly slowly condensed in the empty space where there was nothing. The figure of the shadow looked like an adult man, tall and majestic.

The moonlight outlined the outline of his side face, and Kuang Jinxin subconsciously shivered.

It was Chi Yingxue's father, even if there were only silhouettes, he could recognize him!

The black shadow tilted his head and looked at the thin figure, and suddenly raised his hand the next second.

The child's figure suddenly shook and slapped at himself again: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The crackling slap was denser and more forceful than before. His fear overshadowed his hesitation. The slap he slapped rather than reflecting, begging the other party not to do it himself, he could do it himself. Really, yes.

Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai couldn't bear it anymore. In their eyes, the two figures at this moment were not illusory, but real people! Everything in front of them was so alive, bloody!

The two rushed into the room, Kuang Jinxin went straight to the thin figure, and Qian Ai cursed at the tall man's silhouette: "You are just a fucking beast--"

With this curse, the money dart came out sharply and attacked the tall black shadow faster than Qian Ai, like a sharp knife!

The shadow could not dodge, and the money dart hit him in front of him!

The moment he was hit, the black shadow dissipated silently, and the money dart penetrated the scattered dust and nailed it to the floor tiles with a "boom".

Next to him, Kuang Jinxin had already embraced his thin figure in his arms.

Like the previous room, he still couldn't see the little black shadow's face clearly, and even his body could not touch it. He hugged him, like a soft and slightly cool mist. He knew he was there, but he couldn't use force, and when he tried, he hugged himself.

Just wrapped it gently, the little black shadow stopped slapping himself, but he still muttered: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Kuang Jinxin interrupted him: "You are right, you are not wrong..."

His eyes were sore and his throat was so bitter. He had to try his best to keep his voice from changing tone.

"I was wrong……"

"You're right."

"I was wrong……"

"You're right!"

The dialogue repeats meaninglessly, like a small ball moving forward at a constant speed on a straight line with zero friction, never stopping, never ending.

Qian Ai wanted to stop him, but seeing the rare stubbornness in Kuang Jinxin's eyes, he swallowed it back when he reached the mouth, "Don't waste your energy" and said.

I don’t know how long it took, but the mechanical conversation might have been repeated hundreds or thousands of times, and the small ball that was moving forward inertia finally stopped.

"I...yes?"

The little black shadow raised his head, hesitating, hesitating, his voice trembled slightly, and that was the last tiny spark of Mars in the hope that had become ashes.

"You are right." Kuang Jinxin's first thousand repetition was also the first thousand firmness.

Qian Ai squatted down and said without hesitation: "The one who is wrong is that bastard! He is not worthy of being a father at all! Bah, he is not even qualified to be a human being!"

The familiar goose yellow halo lit up inside the house.

The black shadows in Kuang Jinxin's arms dispersed, scattered in the swaying candlelight, scattered in the gradually warming air.

Qian Ai was confused. This situation had happened twice. As soon as the candle came, the little black shadow disappeared. But he had no time to think about the deep meaning now. No one knew when the candlelight would go out. It was the main thing to find the badge while it was bright.

Seeing that Kuang Jinxin was still squatting on the ground and was in a daze while maintaining a hug posture, Qian Ai patted his shoulder: "Don't be stunned, it's still the same. You look for the wall, I look for the ceiling and floor tiles."

Kuang Jinxin stood up silently. He had not recovered from his previous discomfort, but knew the priorities and still walked towards the wall quietly and quickly searched.

Qian Ai sighed and stopped talking to him.

Not to mention Jin Xin, he was so upset that he wanted to curse when he opened his mouth, and then raised his hand to give the beast a stick.

The search for the silent badge soon came to an end, just like the previous room, without any gain.

Heaven, earth, man, and.

Now only the [and] characters are left.

Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai stood in front of the door of the last room, looking up at the wooden sign engraved with [and], feeling particularly ironic.

and.

Where can I find "harmony" in this house and this dark room?

They only see pain, fear, and coldness.

When Qian Ai raised his hand to touch the door panel, he hesitated for the first time. He didn't know what else he would see inside. This uncertainty actually made him feel nervous.

Turning to look at Kuang Jinxin, he smiled bitterly, trying to dilute some of his uneasiness with teasing: "I seem to have a psychological shadow on opening the door..."

Kuang Jinxin hesitated at all: "Brother Qian, if there is that big black shadow inside the door, you can just use the money dart to deal with him."

When Qian Aitou saw such a burst of classmate, he hesitated for a moment: "What if Black Shadow is a good person this time?"

"Impossible." Kuang Jinxin was determined.

The sounds of "I was wrong" echoed in my ears again, and Qian Ai's eyes sink: "Okay, listen to you."

"Squeak--"

The door panel opened in response to the sound.

A smell of food rottenness hits the nose, making people feel nauseous in an instant.

The two partners covered their mouths and noses together and looked into the room.

This time, there was no one in the center of the house.

The thin, thin figure hugged in the corner of the wall, holding a large bowl of food that could not be seen clearly, and was suddenly plucking it into his mouth, as if it was delicacies of mountains and seas. The speed was a little slower, and it would be snatched away.

But Qian Ai and Kuang Jinxin could only smell the sour and stinky smell of the broken food, just like the slurry taken away by trucks of cars at the back door of the hotel.

The figure was skinny and bone-skinned, smaller and weaker than the black shadows in the first two rooms. Especially when he was still huddled in the corner, he couldn't tell that he was a child without looking carefully, and he was more like a wild cat and dog in the dark, hungry and skinny.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't see this," Qian Ai turned his head and sucked his nose hard, "This is fake, right?" He seemed to ask Jin Xin, and seemed to convince himself, "This is a dream, an illusion..."

He kept talking, but the more he spoke, the stronger the feeling of the determination in his heart.

This is Chi Yingxue.

Childhood trauma, psychological shadow, dual personality - even if he has only seen multiple personality cases in TV series, he can easily find a logical chain.

"Why..." He didn't know how many times he asked a question. In his limited brain, he couldn't think of any reason that could make a child be treated so cruelly.

"No matter why, he deserves to die." Kuang Jinxin looked at the black shadow in the corner of the wall. For the first time, it was cold from the heart to the eyes.

There is no reason for a child to be abused like this.

The initiator should be torn apart.

This was the most extreme moment in Kuang Jinxin's life. He could not control his anger. For a moment, murderous intent flashed through his heart.

Fortunately, there was no shadow of the adult in the room, and nothing further stimulated his emotions.

After taking several deep breaths in a row, he finally suppressed those messy thoughts, raised his arm, opened the pencil case...

【Owl: Someone has used it on you~~】

Qian Ai didn't hear the prompt, but saw a huge cake with orange fragrance suddenly appeared on the ceiling of the room. The next second, the cake fell to the ground and it didn't break. Only the soft cake embryo trembled with the butter on it, and then it stabilized.

The cake is made of cheese chiffon cake, with orange sauce and cream in the middle layer. There is a gingerbread man on the cake, and there is a hill-high orange soda candy.

Qian Ai didn't want to observe so carefully. It was really a professional instinct, but after the observation, his saliva was flowing three feet long. Suddenly, he realized something that surprised him even more - Kuang Jinxin could still control the taste of the cake?!

The last time the King of Hell used "romantic afternoon tea", he was at the scene. At that time, the scene could only be described as "a mess". You could not expect anything to fall from the sky. The next second was drowned by cream or burned by coffee.

Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly heard the sound of the rice bowl falling to the ground and the porcelain pieces broke.

Qian Ai Xunsheng looked at him and saw the little black shadow staggeringly standing up, not caring about the broken rice bowl, approaching the cake little by little.

He limped, as if he was injured, but the straight route betrayed his desire.

Finally, he came to the cake, but he didn't reach out, just stood there, took a deep breath, and sucked one mouthful after another, as if just smelling the smell was enough to be happy and fulfilled.

Kuang Jinxin took a half-step into the entry threshold, and the little black shadow suddenly shrank.

He took his feet back, squatted down at the door, and looked at the little black shadow: "I'll treat you to eat."

The little black shadow hesitated for a moment, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation. He stretched out his finger and hooked some orange sauce, put it in his mouth and licked it.

His height was just right in front of the orange sauce. He wanted to eat butter and jumped.
To be continued...