With one size larger clothes and shoes, a dirty face, and clear eyes full of surprise, the child hid behind the old man's clothes, revealing half of his face.
"Can you hear my voice?" Chen Ge put down his backpack and gently stretched out his hands towards the child: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
The child hiding behind the clothes in the closet looked at Chen Ge timidly. He looked at Chen Ge's hand, hesitated for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand.
A cold little hand was placed on Chen Ge's palm. The long-lost warmth made the boy's eyes slowly widen.
"Have you been staying here?" Chen Ge pointed at his feet. He wanted to ask the little boy if he had been staying behind the door, but the little boy misunderstood what he meant and waved his hands and started gesticulating desperately.
After watching Chen Ge for a long time, he realized that this child was playing a game with his friends. They were all playing hide-and-seek. He was hiding here to avoid others.
Looking at the little boy struggling to express himself, Chen Ge shook his head gently. Those children were not even prepared to look for him. He was just the target of teasing.
He seriously hid in the closet, and finally opened the closet door and discovered that it was probably not the children, but the owner of the house who was calling him to eat.
"Have you ever thought about making more friends? Have you ever thought about opening the window and looking at the outside world?" Chen Ge found the key figure in the world behind the door - Jiang Ming, but he couldn't figure out the relationship between Jiang Ming and the door.
What's the relationship with Jiang Ming outside?
The Jiang Ming inside the door may be the hearing loss of Jiang Ming outside the door, but the probability is not high.
Judging from the existing clues, the door will only appear when Jiang Ming is asleep outside the door, so Jiang Ming inside the door is likely to be Jiang Ming's own consciousness.
"In this imaginary world, all actions and characters are related to reality. With the idea of playing with his friends, Jiang Ming hid in the room where he felt the warmest. This should be considered his best memory."
Chen Ge wanted to say something else, but Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly changed, from surprise to horror, and tears came out almost instantly.
"He's looking behind me!"
The smell of alcohol poured into his nose. Without saying a word, Chen Ge kicked his legs off the ground and stepped aside while holding the little boy.
The wine bottle smashed against the wardrobe, glass shards flying, but no sound was made.
Thick blood vessels bulged on his face, and the drunken monster ran over at some point. He must have heard Chen Ge's voice.
"This guy is really haunting. The most troublesome thing is that he can't be killed yet." Chen Ge held the skull-crushing hammer in one hand and held the little boy in the other hand. The child was frightened and looked like a wounded animal.
Like a kitten, its body was so frightened that it kept trembling.
"The fear of the drunkard's father is rooted deep in his heart. It is this fear that continues to increase the drunkard's power, making him stronger and stronger." Chen Ge had a plan in his mind: "If I can help the boy overcome his fear, use
Practical actions told him that his drunk father is not invincible and the situation should get better."
It sounds easy to say, but it is too difficult to change the memory that is deeply rooted in your heart.
"Jiang Ming, don't be afraid. Uncle is here and no one can hurt you." Chen Ge put the child on the chair and held the skull-crushing hammer with both hands: "With his strengthening speed, I can still kill him ten times.
Second-rate."
After being prepared, Chen Ge was about to take action when the door of the rental house was suddenly opened, and a gray-haired old lady was walking in the house carrying a bowl of noodles.
The old man is rickety-backed and must be at least seventy years old.
The expression on her face was very kind, but when she saw the drunk man, her face changed instantly, she put down the bowl full of noodles, grabbed the crutches by the bed and swung it at the drunk man.
The originally frightened drunkard panicked when he saw the old lady, and he actually felt like he was in a hurry.
The drunkard didn't feel any pain when his head was smashed with a skull-crushing hammer, but after being hit a few times by the old man's crutch, he couldn't stand it anymore and fled the hut in a hurry.
The old man chased him for a long distance with his crutch, and then came back.
She closed the door of the rental house angrily, then walked into the bedroom, came to the child, and gently rubbed Jiang Ming's head.
The old man asked Jiang Ming to eat at the table, where the noodles she had just made were steaming hot and very appetizing.
Jiang Ming ran over to eat, and the old man looked at Chen Ge. The surprise in her eyes was no less than that of Jiang Ming.
"Grandma, can you hear my voice too?"
The old man nodded.
"Do you still have your senses? Can we communicate with each other? It's okay if we don't talk!" Chen Ge took out a ballpoint pen wrapped with tape from his pocket, and took out a comic book from his backpack, complete with pen and paper.
Looking at Chen Ge, the old man said a few words, but Chen Ge could not hear the sound at all.
She pushed away Singer Chen's ballpoint pen, turned and walked towards the living room.
Staring at the old man's back, Chen Ge suddenly realized that this old lady was completely different from the other people in the scene behind the door.
Her body was illusive, as if it could dissipate at any time. More importantly, Chen Ge felt a coldness from her body.
Using his double pupils, Chen Ge discovered that the old lady seemed not to be distorted based on Jiang Ming's memory, but a remnant that was about to dissipate soon!
Without something to rely on, obsession can only exist for a limited time, even behind the door.
Although the old man's memories overlapped with Jiang Ming's, this only extended her existence.
One day, she will still disappear. At that time, the old lady in the world behind the door will be completely shaped based on Jiang Ming's memory. That person may still protect Jiang Ming in the world behind the door and make hot noodles for him.
, but after all, he is no longer the same person as before.
Chen Ge became more and more curious about the truth. He walked to the old man. At this time, the old man took out a pen and paper from the drawer, and she started sketching on the paper.
Every time she wrote a word, her body became more illusory. After the old man finished writing, he handed the paper to Chen Ge. There were only four words on it - Beware of snails.
"snails?"
Chen Ge has entered the back door many times, and he knows the world behind the door very well. The scariest thing in this place is the red dress, and the more terrifying thing than the red dress is the fierce god, but the old lady told him to be careful of snails.
"Is a snail scarier than that drunkard who can't be killed?" Chen Ge asked in a low voice, and the old lady nodded.
"I understand, then how are we going to get out?"
Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the old lady first made a silent gesture, and then clicked on the word "snail" on the paper.
"The key to getting out is also the snail? Is this snail a nickname for a certain evil spirit? Or does it refer to something?"
Chen Ge was still thinking. Jiang Ming at the table had already finished his noodles. He was holding his rice bowl and was about to go out. He seemed to want to wash the dishes, but he was stopped by the old man.
The old lady rubbed Jiang Ming's head lovingly, wiped Jiang Ming's mouth with her apron, then stood in front of Jiang Ming and pointed at Chen Ge.
Jiang Ming immediately understood what the old lady meant. He took Chen Ge's hand and happily prepared to run out the door.
"What are you going to do?" Chen Ge knew that the old man meant no harm. Judging from the old man's actions just now, she should have told Jiang Ming to take Chen Ge to complete a certain thing.
Jiang Ming heard Chen Ge's voice with an innocent smile on his face. As if he wanted to share his secret with others, he quietly put his hand into his pocket.
After a while, Jiang Ming took out a snail shell from his pocket.
He held the snail shell carefully, as if it was the most precious treasure to him.