A huge, almost noisy noise sounded on one side of Roland. But the sound of heavy rain came from the other side.
Roland could even hear a faint sound. It was like the sound of someone stepping on the floor quietly. It creaked and came from nowhere.
But once Roland listened carefully, the sound immediately disappeared without a trace. Once Roland turned away his attention, the sound appeared again.
After repeating it several times, Roland had no choice but to ignore it completely.
Because the more obvious feeling on Roland's body completely covered him.
The moist cold wind blew over his skin, as if Roland was standing in the cold wind without any clothes. The thick and warm air was like the tongue of a giant beast, licking Roland's body over and over again.
Violent shaking came from inside Roland's body, making Roland almost feel sick and want to vomit.
Roland almost suspected that he had a fever due to the nauseating feeling of hot and cold.
...Wait, where am I?
The intense uneasiness turned into doubt. Roland opened his eyes, turned over and sat up.
The moment he sat up, a tight feeling came from Roland. As soon as Roland sat up, he was pulled down again due to the imbalance of his body.
Roland was stunned when he felt the hemp rope wrapped around his arms, tying his hands behind his back, and the tight rope wrapped around his ankles.
...Are you being tied up?
"Do you want to sleep?"
Like an hallucination, a very soft and childish voice was mixed with a burst of laughter that sounded at the same time, coming from the dark and dark corner to Roland's left.
Roland suddenly raised his head and looked in that direction.
A huge double bed was placed there. The quilt was spread flatly, and two giant teddy bears, one brown and one white, were roughly stuffed into the quilt.
The bodies of the two teddy bears were covered with knife scratches. The beautiful glass eyes had long been cut off and were stained with black tea stains.
The two ears of the white teddy bear were pierced with a knife, and a silver bracelet that looked very expensive was passed through it. At first glance, it looked like it was wearing two huge earrings.
And between the two bears, there was something dark and motionless sitting there.
If a sculpture is average.
...However, I can't see it clearly because of the angle.
But when he looked at it, the familiar scene in his eyes gave Roland a chill in his heart——
Roland immediately turned around and looked in other directions of the room.
To his right was a wall-mounted TV, which was probably showing some kind of variety show at the moment. The sound was turned up to the maximum, and from time to time bursts of laughter added later could be heard.
A faint light came from the TV, illuminating the dark room.
Now Roland's head was facing the wall. On one side was the wall and on the other was the bed. His inexplicably weak body was tightly bound and he couldn't break free at all.
Next to Roland's feet is the cabinet under the TV. Roland can step on the cabinet if he straightens up a little.
Because he was lying on the ground, most of Roland's sight was blocked by the bed and the cabinet. He could only see a little bit between the bed and the cabinet through the gap. He saw a classical coffee table standing on the wooden floor.
Roland also saw the source of what made him feel hot and cold.
The culprit was the half-open window above my head and the air conditioner above the window that was set to the highest temperature.
The only thing Roland was sure of was that this was by no means the home he remembered.
An inexplicable feeling of fear came over him for no reason, tightly gripping Roland's heart.
"Mom said, good children can't stay up late."
As if to emphasize something, a childish voice came from the bed.
The voice was soft and waxy, but extremely suppressed and light. It was as if he was afraid of waking someone up.
Under the sound of the loudest TV, Roland wouldn't even be able to hear the child's voice unless he tried his best to distinguish it.
"Sister, go to sleep quickly...if you don't sleep, you will be beaten."
"I'm going to use the toilet first."
The dark figure on the bed was talking to himself, shaking his body and standing up.
Roland couldn't help but feel nervous.
His body is now tightly bound, his head is dizzy, and his limbs are weak. The nerves in his whole body are aching, as if he has had a high fever for several days. There is no way to break free from the rope, let alone put up any resistance to the man.
At this moment, Roland heard a very soft thud.
He knew it. The child jumped off the bed.
In an instant, a white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire room as pale as bone.
At that moment, the electric light outside cast a shadow on the ground that looked like an adult wearing a hood.
Roland was startled, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
But the child didn't seem to see Roland or the shadow outside the window, and walked directly past Roland.
Although he was walking on the wooden floor, Roland didn't hear the sound of his walking.
The squeaking sound in Roland's ears was also slower than the child's walking frequency. In Roland's eyes, it was like a video with a slightly delayed sound, giving it an unspeakable weird feeling.
After the child entered the toilet, there was silence for a long time.
Roland didn't know how much time had passed.
It might have been five minutes, or it might have been more than an hour. But the child never came back.
Just when Roland felt that half of his body was numb, there was suddenly the sound of the key turning, followed by the creak of the door opening.
The moment the door opened, the sound of pouring rain suddenly sounded in Roland's ears.
...Is the lord back?
But at the edge of Roland's field of vision, he only saw a small figure shivering in the cold squeezed in from the outside. His body was completely wet from the rain, and his bare feet stepped on the ground, making a splashing sound.
The little figure stood on tiptoe and took off the key with great effort. Then he closed the door and locked out the sound of the rainstorm.
It was probably because of the cold. The child was leaning against the door, panting violently as if he was exhausted.
But the child seemed to be afraid of waking someone, and tried his best to suppress his trembling breathing.
From Roland's perspective, he could also see clearly that the child's clothes were completely wet, but the collar was dry and full of wrinkles, as if someone had just squeezed it hard.
He had probably rested enough. The child stood up unsteadily and walked back along the original path at a slightly slower speed than when he started.
Roland's pupils shrank instantly.
Although the child's face was still invisible due to the viewing angle, Roland could see wet bloody footprints following the child as he walked by, leaving them on the wooden floor.
At this time, there was a loud thunder outside. The cold wind blew raindrops in through the cracks in the window and sprinkled them on Roland.
The bone-chilling rain jolted Roland and he suddenly woke up.
Only then did he realize that he really had no clothes on him.
But at this moment, Roland felt the squeaking in his ears stop instantly.
Roland turned back stiffly and watched the child squat down and look at him.
The child's face was very delicate, but the two traces of blood that were randomly smeared on his face made the originally cute face become distorted.
That was a little boy of seven or eight years old.
——No, to be more precise, that should be Roland when he was a child.
His eyes were dark and empty. It was as if he was not looking at Roland, but someone behind Roland.
The messy short hair was wet from the rain and scattered casually on the expressionless face.
That's not an expression that should appear on a child's face.
He stared at Roland, which made Roland feel creepy.
"Sister, are you a thief?"
"Little Roland's" voice was childish but cold.
Roland just wanted to answer, but found that he couldn't say anything even with his mouth wide open.
My throat seemed to be blocked.
No matter how I moved my mouth, there was no sound at all.
Roland was so anxious that he broke into sweat.
And "Little Roland" ignored Roland's meaning.
He just carefully turned around and looked at the empty bed, showing a relieved smile.
Then he somehow took out a long and sharp iron drill from behind, the kind used to skewer mutton skewers.
"Little Roland" held up the iron drill and walked back to Roland.
The look of despair and fear in Roland's eyes became more and more obvious.
Seeing that Roland remained silent, "Little Roland" tilted his head and asked softly in confusion: "Sister, can't you speak?"
Roland nodded desperately.
Later, Roland was horrified to see "Little Roland" holding up the iron drill and showing a smile of joy that he was very familiar with.
"That's it...that's really great."
That smile is so cute. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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