In the dim light of the night, a normal person would never be able to see clearly what was written on the note.
And no matter how hard the people outside the door try, they won't notice anyone coming quietly.
The people outside the door didn't want to make too much noise, they just wanted these outsiders to leave quickly.
only……
One hand quietly picked up the piece of paper, and stared at the door quietly with shimmering eyes.
Through those eyes, I could clearly "see" the scene outside the door.
That was indeed the child he thought he was.
The child's face was covered with white tears and other stains, his hair was messy and greasy, and his clothes were dirty, as if they hadn't been washed for a long time, and he looked very embarrassed.
He lay on the ground, using his hands and feet, relying on his light weight and large contact area with the ground to try his best to stay quiet and try not to make a sound.
After sending the note, little Jose looked around cautiously, as if he was on guard like a little animal.
As a single mother, he had no experience raising cubs, so he could only bite the bullet and hurriedly comfort the child in front of him, trying his best.
Comforting children is more tiring than fighting monsters...
Because Jose Jr. was obviously unwilling to make too much noise, he also tried to stay quiet.
Little Jose's eyes were red from crying, and his bright black eyes were still full of crystal tears, and he looked at the stranger in front of him with some vigilance.
A strange, mature and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
His lips slowly curled down, tears streaming down his face, and big tears fell to the ground along the tear tracks.
This person was one of the four people who came to their house to stay overnight during the day!
Then he held his hands, knelt on his knees, and crawled little by little, trying hard to avoid making any noise and attracting the attention of any monster in the darkness.
The professor squatted obediently in front of him, trying to keep his posture as flat as possible, and looked at the child seriously, without looking down on him because he was an adult.
This was the first time in his life that he made a child cry.
"I'm sorry for scaring you with my sudden appearance, but I just want to know what exactly happened."
Of course, he didn't notice those eyes.
He was already very hungry and wanted to eat all the leftovers on the table in one go.
Someone also breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
But he didn't know that a pair of eyes were already watching him silently.
Tiny whimpers and sobs began quietly.
"It's a miracle."
After an unknown amount of time, little Jose finally stopped crying.
Maybe it was because I was tired from crying for a long time and exhausted little Jose's energy, maybe someone tried their best to send out hints that I am a good person, or maybe someone's comfort had an effect.
Little Jose said nothing.
Extreme panic grabbed little Jose's throat, and he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.
In his hand, he was still holding the paper that Jose Jr. had just inserted.
"And in order to keep quiet, I have to communicate with you like this. Doesn't it scare you?"
"I'm sorry to communicate with you in this way...because I don't know much Spanish, so I'm afraid you won't understand."
The professor unfolded the paper in his hand, and the crying face on it was clearly visible.
"I want to ask why you wrote a note to remind us to leave?"
It was definitely not his intention to scare the child just now. He forgot that this was a child who had suffered mental trauma, and his sudden appearance was simply terrifying to the child.
He even took out a piece of chocolate to appease the child.
The voice was not in a language he was familiar with, and it couldn't even be considered a language, but a certain idea conveyed.
Coupled with the dirty appearance, it looks extremely pitiful.
"Good evening."
Why did this person suddenly appear in his room, and why did his words spread directly to his mind?
Little Jose's body was trembling, but the food in his stomach gave him a sense of satisfaction. Although it was completely cold, it still brought heat and strength to it.
Because he has been in a dark place, his eyes have adapted to the darkness, and he can clearly see the approximate location of objects in the dark night, so that he will not be unable to find the direction back.
As usual, he quietly returned to his room and carefully closed the door.
It was extremely dark along the way, and under the cover of darkness, those things that seemed ordinary in the daytime seemed to have grown out at this moment, with their teeth and claws on their faces, staring at little Jose with a terrifying look.
The professor with black hair and golden eyes looked sincerely into the eyes of little Jose.
A certain bastard who was frightening a child suddenly panicked.
Someone suddenly appeared and realized that he had scared the child, and quickly sent his thoughts into the child's mind.
Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and thought that tonight was over.
Little Jose's pupils shrank in horror.
He recognized this person!
It was a man with sharp edges and mature temperament, who had the aura of a scholar. He was holding a silver-white book in his hand, sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, and gently raised the corners of his mouth towards him.
Little Jose was startled, and the unspeakable fear was awakened again. His whole little face showed a look of horror, like a frightened little animal. He turned his head sharply and stared hard.
The person who suddenly appeared in his room.
Even so, he still didn't dare to make any sound, closed his mouth and chewed carefully, while at the same time he opened his eyes and looked around vigilantly.
But despite this, he still bit his lips to prevent himself from crying loudly.
Watching quietly, little Jose picked up the remaining food on the table and devoured it greedily.
He quickly communicated with his thoughts: "Just say it silently in your heart, it's best not to say it out loud."
Little Jose hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something.
How could it be...
Trace from upstairs to downstairs.
After filling his stomach, little Jose carefully put the remaining food in his pocket, and then tiptoed back to his room again.
Those golden eyes exuded extraordinarily bright light in the dark night.
Little Jose's face turned pale with fright.
The man's attitude was very gentle, and he did not show much malice. He comforted him gently in little Jose's mind.
The childish voice conveyed the past, and little Jose's eyes were filled with a little fear, telling a terrifying story from a child's perspective.
"There was an eye in the miracle, and then everyone changed."