The room was not big. In the center of the room, there was a wooden cradle. A string of toy bed bells hung directly above the cradle. The string of bed bells was the source of the music.
A circle of dolls was placed around the cradle bed. Everything here was lying quietly in their original positions, but the lifeless ones seemed to be emitting a strange breath. Surrounded by that breath, Xiaolan's back also felt...
Starting to get cold.
Wen Ling suddenly squeezed Xiaolan's hand.
Xiao Lan turned around and saw that Wen Ling's eyes were still locked on the black shadow.
"Don't be afraid."
Xiaolan said and began to walk into the baby room in front of her.
"Let me see if there is a switch." Xiaolan stretched out her other hand and started groping on the wall.
The switch was not found, but the lights in the room suddenly turned on.
At the same time, the door began to close.
Xiaolan's heart tightened, and she pulled Wenling's hand hard, holding the door frame with her other hand.
"Wen Ling, come in quickly!"
Wenling was still outside the door. After receiving Xiaolan's signal, he just stretched out his legs and was about to rush into the baby room, but he seemed to be suddenly attacked by some force. He screamed and fell back into the corridor.
"Xiaolan!"
"Ask the spirit!"
"Bang!"
The door is closed.
Xiaolan and Wenling started banging on the door at the same time. Wenling burst into tears and Xiaolan became even more anxious.
Why don't you give it a try and see what Wen Ling said does not depend on the ability of the spiritual tide.
Xiaolan stretched out her fingers and tried to mobilize her strength.
No, I can't feel anything.
Wen Ling's cries outside the door slowly turned into screams. The more anxious Xiaolan became, the less able she was to understand the flow of power in daily life, and the more powerless she became.
"Ghost! Ghost!..."
Xiaolan felt a chill in her heart.
In the corridor, there was a male ghost ambushing her.
Wen Ling is not such a timid person. The reason why she was so afraid must be because she felt strong malice from the male ghost.
"Wen Ling, listen to me," Xiao Lan leaned on the door and shouted loudly, "Take the head! Go back to the kitchen now! Hurry! Make sure to take the head!"
There was a rustling sound outside the door, and then there was a loud slam of the door closing.
Xiaolan stayed close to the door and listened for a while.
Wen Ling stopped screaming and must have returned to the kitchen safely.
At least she brought the head with her.
Xiaolan was slightly relieved.
Before he could move his ears from the door, a familiar laughter came from his ears.
"Hey hey hey hey..."
Xiaolan was so frightened that she jumped away from the door and fell to the ground.
By the way, Wen Ling at least has that human head.
I have nothing.
"Hey hey hey hey..."
That ghost is targeting myself without the amulet.
Xiaolan hurriedly got up from the ground and locked the door.
No, I'm still worried.
Xiaolan looked around, and finally focused on the crib.
"I'm sorry," Xiaolan ran to the crib in two steps. She didn't even have time to see what was inside. She squatted down and picked up the foot of the crib. "I can't help it. Who told you not to put it here more?"
How many sets of furniture are there...it's okay, it's quite heavy, it's you..."
Xiaolan dragged the crib and pressed it against the door, using the crib to block the angle between the door and the wall. In this way, if the ghost outside forced the door, they would have to crush the crib.
However, the ghost outside had no intention of breaking into the door. He only let out strings of laughter from time to time, accompanied by scratching at the door with his nails.
Xiaolan sat down in the original position of the crib and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The bedbell hung above her head, still spinning and singing.
Xiaolan raised her head.
I didn't take a closer look just now, but the shape of this bed bell toy...
Xiaolan stood up with one hand on the ground.
Why is it so strange?
A drop of liquid fell on Xiaolan's right cheek.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand and looked at her hand with the bright light in the room.
red.
This is the liquid dripping from the bed bell.
Xiaolan grabbed one of the small toys hanging on the bed bell, put it close to her face, and observed it carefully.
The coldness like falling into an ice cave instantly surrounded her.
I thought they were just small toys with unique shapes.
It turned out that it was a stump that had been neatly divided into pieces with distinct bones and flesh.
Slender and tender.
It was the stump of a child.
Bed bells made from the child's limbs are hung in front of the child.
child……
Xiaolan ran to the crib and lifted the red and pink blanket covering it a few times.
well--
Xiaolan couldn't help but tremble when she breathed.
Under the blanket, there lay a child who had lost all his limbs and had been dead for a long time.
The child was too young, maybe only a few months old. His short black hair covered his pale face, and his black and white eyes were about to pop out.
How pitiful.
Xiaolan stretched out her fingers and touched the child's cheek.
What did this child go through during his lifetime?
She touched the child's eyes and closed the child's eyelids with a little force.
The child's eyes are closed.
One of Xiaolan's eyes suddenly opened.
Backtrace.
The picture in front of me began to blur.
The familiar feeling of being out of control.
The sight is very low and crawling forward slowly.
Xiaolan could see her little hands, the cradle above her head, the toys beside the bed, and the ordinary bed bell hanging on the cradle.
The door opened with a bang.
A woman ran in dusty and dusty, with tears on her beautiful face.
This is the owner of the head.
"Baby! Baby..." The woman knelt on her knees and hurriedly picked herself up, "Baby, let's go... let's go quickly... we can't do it anymore..."
"Hey hey hey hey..."
"No! No! Let me go...let the child go!..."
The woman fell.
Xiaolan fell down with the woman, and at the same time, she saw the man behind the woman.
The man's suit was splattered with blood. He held the kitchen knife in his hand and squatted down.
He glanced at Xiaolan with a smile, his smile was gentle and kind.
"Don't be afraid, baby, daddy will play with mommy first, and then play with you."
He picked up the knife and swung it down hard.
One click...two clicks...three clicks...
Gulu Gulu...
Mother's head rolled to Xiaolan's feet.
Xiaolan's body suddenly began to cry loudly.
This little body doesn’t understand anything yet.
But he may have started to feel pain.
The man stood up, grabbed the feet of the woman who was lying on the ground, and dragged her out the door.
Mother's body disappears from sight.
"Baby..." A dry voice sounded from beside my feet.
Xiaolan's body cried and crawled towards her mother's head.
Mom only has one head left, but that head can make sounds.
"Baby... run..." The head gradually lost color, and its mouth moved mechanically, "run... run..."
Xiaolan grabbed her mother's face with her body and cried something like "Mom...Mom...".
Such a young child can't even speak.
Xiaolan suddenly remembered a story in a book.
A mother who was about to give birth had a car accident at the entrance of the hospital. Her head and body were torn apart by the wheels, but the mother's head was still doing the breathing method the doctor taught her. In the end, she was theoretically dead with this body.
body and gave birth to a child.
Breathe-breathe-breathe-breathe-
"Hey hey hey hey..."
The man's figure appeared at the door again.
"Baby," he hid the knife behind his back, "you miss daddy, daddy has a good thing to show you..."
The knife has turned blood red.
The knife struck at Xiaolan's mother's hand.
Crying, only crying could be heard.
Two tears of blood welled up in the mother's eyes.