Chapter 23
"The things in the cage are originally related to the consciousness of the cage owner." Wen Shi said as he untied the rope on the file bag, "It's not according to common sense."
The things outside were still banging tirelessly, and the trembling sound of the door panel made people tremble.
When smelling, he fumbled around the wall and found the switch in the utility room.
An old-fashioned light bulb that had been out of use for a long time was lit up, with a bit of a bad connection and a flickering filament.
Taking advantage of this dim light, I took out the contents of the file bag when I smelled it.
It was a thick leather notebook with many loose pages and photos in it, probably a diary and a note, mixed together.
However, the photos were all blurry, and the faces of people could not be seen clearly, and the handwriting in the book was also blurred, as if it had been soaked in water and the ink had melted away.
"Why?" Xia Qiao was stunned.
"It's also a kind of protection for the cage owner." Xie Wen said with the mirror propped beside him.
"Can this still be seen?"
"I can see a little." It was not the first time that Wen Shi had encountered such a thing.
He took out the first piece of paper in the book, and narrowed his eyes to read the writing on it—
"200... I don't know how many years, I have raised a child for three years... I can't see the latter part clearly, it must have died of illness."
"At the end of this summer, I found a small thing outside... Ginkgo Alley."
I call it the little thing because it is not an ordinary child. He was wearing clothes from somewhere, tattered like a little beggar, with a birthmark on his chest.
Some old craftsmen will know what this seal means.
There was an old saying in the past, but it may no longer be found now - Mu Tongzi's finishing touch is called puppet.
This little thing is a puppet.
Chapter 10
When he smelled it, he picked out the words that he could read, and they pieced it together, barely able to understand the contents of this loose page.
"So, so that kid is a puppet?" Xia Qiao said.
"Yeah." Wen Shi didn't lift his head, and continued to flip through the back pages.
"No wonder it's so scary." Xia Qiao held his short arm and rubbed the jitters that didn't exist. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. "How could the old man be able to support such a scary child?"
"I don't know." Wen Shi said.
After a while, he remembered that normal people would not be so cold. He tried to figure it out, and added: "It may have been emotional after a long time."
"Can this have feelings?" Xia Qiao thought about it and said, "The old man is a good person."
"The things in the cage have an illusory and exaggerated effect. Who knows what the little ghost is in reality." Wen Shi said.
Xia Qiao finally understood something: "Okay."
When I smelled it, I turned the pages of the paper and suddenly felt that someone was looking at me.
He moved for a while, raised his eyes and glanced over, and saw Xie Wen's shadow in the mirror, because it was too blurry to distinguish the expression.
"What are you looking at me?" Wen Shi frowned in confusion.
Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly, "You are sensitive. I didn't look at you. I looked at the paper in your hand. Did you find anything else?"
This tone...
Live like an overseer.
He didn't say a word when he heard it, he took back his gaze and continued to recognize the words on the paper.
After a few seconds, Xie asked, "What is written on the fourth line of the second page?"
Wen Shi pursed his lips and said, "This puppet doesn't recognize objects or people. I'm afraid he was frightened, so he shrank in a corner when he brought it back."
"Oh." Xie asked again, "what about the last line?"
"..."
The doll looked down with a blank expression: "It's me... I couldn't read the words in the middle, and suddenly grabbed my clothes. It has nowhere to go anyway, so just leave it."
Xie Wen nodded: "Then the third page—"
"Why don't you see for yourself." The doll finally ran out of patience, took out the third page, and patted it on the mirror with a "poof".
Still quite temperamental.
Xie Wen was about to speak when the old-fashioned light bulb hanging from the utility room suddenly swayed, and the dim light circle went back and forth, illuminating the entire space.
They both quieted down at the same time.
Once no one speaks, that sense of dead silence comes to the fore.
Wen Shi suddenly realized that the rattling door had long since moved, and the mad stump outside had become silent at some point.
In the stillness he caught a smaller movement—a soft rubbing sound, like something was crawling against a wall.
"What sound?" Xia Qiao didn't dare to move, and squeezed a breath out of his throat.
When smelling: "Shh."
He turned his head sharply and looked at the dark cabinets behind him.
There are all kinds of waste and debris piled up there, and thick dust has accumulated, and it will collapse if touched a little. The flickering dark light shone on it, illuminating a white face by the wall.
fuck!
Xia Qiao kept his mouth shut, and then muffled the cry in his throat.
But Wen Shi actually climbed up, picked up the white face and whispered, "Mask."
It was a simple mask drawn by a child, with two dark eyes, the edges were broken, and it had been abandoned for a long time.
Xia Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the very light crawling sound was still looming.
When I jumped down when I smelled it, I bumped into the debris next to it, and a few small things slipped down. Mixed with the sound of glass beads rolling down, Gollum
Lu rolled over to the mirror.
When I smelled it, I picked it up and saw that there was a group of black pupils in the glass beads, with long eyelashes sticking to it.