Doomsday Wonderland

When I was young, Lin Sanjiu was very afraid to look under my bed for a while. Whenever the bed is always black, it engulfs all the light that is thrown in. Mother put a few packets of debris and old clothes into the bottom of the bed, the mouth of the bag is always open, and it is covered with ash. One night she had the courage to kneel on the bed and look under the bed with a table lamp.

The bed was black and secluded, and a red turtleneck sweater slowly came out of the bag. The long collar was like a neck sticking out from the darkness, and it was softly placed on the ground.

What happened later, she didn't remember much, at that time she was still small. Now think about it, the memory of children is always grotesque, thinking that what they saw is not unusual.

However, after a long period of time, nowadays, when Lin Sanjiu really got into the bottom of the bed, the faint uneasiness in his heart actually lived again. There is no consciousness, pure touch is not very effective, and the surrounding darkness is not even a trace of light. She seems to have returned to the unarmed, powerless childhood.

Lin Sanjiu climbed for a while, paused the movement, and stretched his arm to explore the darkness in front.

She was a bit worried that she would touch a face, a sweater neck, a corpse, or something weird, but it was better to have only a dry concrete floor in the darkness ahead.

There is nothing empty.

Slightly breathing, she climbed forward again.

Elbows, knees, led the body in the friction of the rustling and moved forward a little. The movements are mechanized and can be done without much thought. After climbing for a while in the dark, Lin San’s heart is getting colder and colder.

... she has been crawling for a minute.

A minute is actually a long period of time. Even if it is a big bed, it should be enough for a minute to climb out, not to mention that it is just an ordinary double bed.

Lin San wine looked back and found that the entrance she climbed in was covered with a dark light, and it was reduced to a small spot in the distance, which seemed like she had drilled into a tunnel.

Is the size of this bed like other furniture, will increase infinitely?

She squatted on the floor, gently raised her hand and touched the top of the head, still the texture of the wooden bed.

Do you want to collect it?

After hesitating, she still did not launch the flat world. After all, this is not an ordinary piece of furniture... After thinking for a while, she finally stopped moving forward. The darkness in front is getting deeper and deeper, and it seems that there is no end. She barely turned her head like a spider, and climbed out again at the entrance.

Listening to the sound of the "sand" rubbing in the silence, she looked out from the narrow space at the bottom of the bed and found that the tall coffee table she had just passed, the cabinet feet of the big wardrobe, As the night sky gradually approached, I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the distance of the export has not increased indefinitely, or she may be trapped in this bed.

When Lin Sanjiu finally came to the bed, she couldn't help but feel a long sigh of relief, stopped her movements, and looked down at the outside. She can't take the risk of losing her head and have to look at it first.

She suddenly felt that her bones were frozen.

She had stopped and didn't climb, but the "sand" sound of the cloth rubbing the surface did not stop, still ringing in her ear.

Lin San wine almost all of the blood poured into the brain, and suddenly twisted his head, thought that he would see a face around him but only a darkness between the eyes, even the airflow did not seem to have a slight fluctuation.

The "shasha" sound suddenly stopped.

There was a blank in her mind, and she didn’t think about anything. She suddenly called out a bath towel and waved a semicircle around her. What she expected was that the bath towel was nothing in the dark, and it’s a loud noise. Unblocked land fell on the ground.

There seems to be nothing in the darkness around her.

But the voice just was very close to her... a hot, breath-like faint breath that blew on her head.

Lin San wine slowly raised his head, just in the gap between the planks, a white eye.

When she climbed under the bed just now, did someone still follow her on the bedboard?

Lin Sanjiu had no time to think about her back and clung to the concrete floor. She didn’t dare to climb out of the bed just a stone's throw away, only to take a tornado whip, toward the white eyeball that clung to her head. Hit a whirlwind.

The bang of the wind suddenly shattered the bed, and in the explosion of a piece of wood splashing, a scream was screamed at the same time. The darkness of the lighter layer than the bottom of the bed finally came back again, and there was a cold air with a mildew and odor on the front. She immediately jumped up and shouted: "Who!"

"Don't, don't"

A sharp, pointed scream screamed. A small shadow screamed, and as soon as he quickly sneaked into the middle of the table next to it, he slammed the entire table into the ground with a bang, and the reverberation reverberated in the night.

"Ah," the small, surprisingly shadow was smashed and buried under the table, kicking a pair of legs. "Don't, don't come over..."

Seeing this person so afraid of himself, Lin San wine is much more relaxed. She looked around in a circle and saw that the Supreme God did not seem to be showing signs. He rushed over and grabbed the man's feet. She never had such a thin ankle, and the two ankles were put together. It might not be as good as a chopstick. The thick bones directly touched her palm, and she could not help but tremble.

"Come out! Who are you?"

"Don't, don't touch me," the man screamed again, his voice was fine, and he couldn't tell the difference between men and women. Lin Sanjiu slammed him out, but he was almost shocked by him. Even in the dark and fuzzy night, she was shocked by the appearance of this person.

The huge head is supported by a thin neck. The trunk and limbs are as thin as a stick. I don’t know if it’s because the sun is not seen all the year round. His skin is a kind of dead white. If this is not the white method, Lin Sanjiu is afraid of I thought I saw a hungry African child.

His figure does not seem to be five or six years old, his body is bent, his bones have softly deformed. He screamed a pair of white, black and little eyeballs and cried intermittently: "Don't kill me... pain, pain..."

Lin San wine slightly loosened his ankle and frowned and asked again: "Who are you?"

"I, I," he seemed to be terrified, crying and crying. "My mom called me a little preserved egg..."

Lin San wine has a glimpse.

"How old are you?"

"I don't know..." He snorted and trembled: "My mother said that I was five years old... but she disappeared later..."

"How long has your mother been?"

"It’s been a long time..." When it came to this, the boy suddenly had a meal, and a pair of eyes that were outstanding in scoring were dry and even sloppy, and only the crying room was heavy: "Mom...she... …Gone."

"How did you come here?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't bear to hold on to the child's ankle. She endured the scaredness and raised the skinny boy. She didn't dare to delay in the place, leading him to the debris that quickly passed through the bed. The bed now looks like a pile of normal-sized pieces, bypassing a table and squeezing into the middle of the two cabinets.

"Mom brought me," the little preserved egg didn't seem so scared, and the sigh was suddenly as low as dying. "My home, the street is full of fire... Mom told me that when I had my fifth birthday, we could leave the fire. Then we came here."

The child’s speech was fairly clear and organized, and Lin Sanjiu asked a few words, and finally he clearly understood the context. After his last world was in the doomsday, his mother had been struggling to survive with him, and finally managed to survive for 14 months. He was lucky enough to get two visas, so he took the children to the Olympics.

The result turned out to be the place where the mother died.

She spent a lot of thoughts on her son, and was thrown into the furniture cemetery created by the Supreme God. It seems that it has been several years since the night and night. He has no threat to anyone, and no one can afford to kill him. So he saved his life and only looked at him. If he didn't meet Lin Sanjiu, this life could not last for a long time.

"What do you eat? Is there water here?" When Lin Sanjiu asked, he had already pinched a card of instant noodles in his hand.

"I haven't eaten for a long time..." The little preserved egg said with incompetence, "Sometimes behind someone like you, they will give me something to eat... Sometimes I eat a little cotton and wood..."

In the Olympics of life and death, there are not many people who want to give him kindness, otherwise he will not be hungry like this. I thought that I had just raised my hand and killed the child. Lin Sanjiu couldn’t help but squat up. She was very bad for the child, so she simply used food as a way to compensate him. Not only did he give him a bowl of hot noodles, He also took out a lot of dry food, put a bag, and let the small preserved egg back on his body. The child just cried while eating noodles, and did not know how much sin was suffered.

"You can't eat more today," she was afraid that the little preserved egg couldn't control herself and died. "Tomorrow, eat another meal, hear no?"

The little boy nodded his movement and worried that his head would fall.

Seeing that he was alive and well, Lin Sanshui looked around in a circle. The silver light of the distant ability polishing agent has been so weak that it is almost invisible, and within a few minutes, it is far away from her. Looking into the distance, she seems to have become another small preserved egg lost in the furniture cemetery.

"I asked you one thing," Lin Sanshang always learned the gentle, childish tone, and asked hard: "Have you seen anyone other than me tonight?"

The little preserved egg nodded again.

Lin San wine eyes brightened: "What kind of person? Where have you gone?"

"One, one person in black," said the little preserved egg. "There is a white cloth on the body, and there is blood on the cloth... The clothes are squeaky." I said that I admit that I have a very good title. Feel free, but I think this title and this chapter have a kind of confusion, don't you think? By the way, I deleted the "up" of the screw, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder can be relieved... Wu is not a classmate, did you give me a Hess? ! My goodness, if I have recently learned to look at the reward information on the app, I will miss you! When it is over, this owes a theoretical chapter... Thank you. Thank you, Wang Zhuangcun's stray cat, Xinghuo pass, Nianhua layman, dew anyu, da Shu, I am just wearing a human skin, the sun and the moon, the book friend 2017... I can't see the number behind, let's change the name, aus private Ez, Wu Hao, Book Friends 1612... Ibid., renamed, Gothic Rabbit Fan, San Qian Yi Nuo, Xin Ruo 119 and other people's rewards and monthly votes! More monthly ticket information was swallowed today...