not a monster

Chapter 25 This chapter is noisy

"Hey, where are you going?"

The woman looked back crying and saw that it was the student just now.

He actually caught up.

"who are you?"

She was walking, crying, looking back and asking, looking very busy.

Women wear gentle hairstyles and speak softly and softly, but people in their twenties cry like little girls, stupid, and they actually make people feel cute.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but you are all dead, and your resentment is too deep. I want to watch you before the relevant people come."

Feng Wuli followed her slowly on a bicycle.

The woman walked in a hurry, like she was in a walking competition, but she was careful not to spill the soy milk in her hand.

Feng Wuli doesn't want to control it, and he can't control it, but it's really not good. Judging from the resentment on this woman and the degree of influence on the outside world, she is completely a ghost, killing a small village is all. Not a problem.

As far as he can, he will do things for the company, so as to get some help from the company when capturing the shadow.

I just don't know why, this woman was not swallowed up by evil thoughts, turned into a deadly ghost, lost her mind, but was very peaceful, just kept crying.

A cry bag.

But there is no doubt that the other party has a deep obsession, so she is very dangerous.

It's already a junior monster, probably a weakened version of the Montenegrin grandma. It's a terrible thing to let a Montenegrin grandma buy soy milk on the downtown street.

"Your school uniform is a student of Shazhong? I used to be a student of Shazhong."

Her memory was a little incomplete, and she started to cry again as she spoke: "I want to go back to the sand to have a look. I want to eat the second meal in the sand to eat snail noodles."

Although she was crying, she didn't stop.

Feng Wuli followed her on a bicycle and listened quietly. It was not hot in the early morning.

Someone on the street cast strange glances at them, and Feng Wuli felt that the wind in the summer morning might not be as much of a concern to him.

But he still put on the Bluetooth headset before continuing to talk to her.

"Then go back to eat? It's not far away."

"That bald guy at the door won't let me in."

Don't know what to say.

She was crying and saying such sad words, but it was hard for Feng Wuli to empathize with her.

"You're a ghost, that bald doorman can't stop you."

"No, I still have important things to do."

You can see that the other party really has something important to do, and you can walk so fast even if you cry like this.

No soy milk at all.

He had to say, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

……

The woman got on the unreasonable bicycle, holding the soy milk in her hand, and crying: "Junior brother, thank you!"

She is really sad.

"Okay, where are you going, show me the way, I'm going to be late today."

"Limin Community, I'm going to Limin Community."

"..."

Just now, they actually kept going in circles around the area of ​​Limin Community.

These guys can't enter the house or the community, they need someone to bring them in, or they need the owner's consent.

"Who is your class teacher, junior brother? If senior sister knows you, give him a call and ask him not to blame you for being late."

"You call me, I'm afraid his old age is unknown."

"Is that old pervert Deng Zhong who teaches English still teaching?"

"Mr. Deng? He's teaching the third year of high school, what's wrong?"

The woman cried, "I want to call him."

"...not so."

The woman is very light, about the weight of a cup of soy milk, and she sits on the back of the bicycle without affecting the unreasonable speed of the wind.

"Junior brother, don't ride so fast, senior sister is going to spill the soy milk."

"Junior Brother, can you turn left ahead?"

"Turn left? Don't you want to go to Limin Community?"

Although he was puzzled, he still rode his bicycle and turned left. The woman asked Feng Wuli to stop in front of a piano shop.

"I haven't resigned to my boss yet, I'm going to talk to my boss."

"Then don't cry first, crying all the time will scare people."

"But I can't help it."

The wind sighed unreasonably and followed.

This woman is not at all forceful, afraid that she will make a fool of herself.

It turned out that the woman used to be a teacher in this piano shop.

The boss is a middle-aged woman in her forties.

"Boss, thank you for taking care of me these past few years. I won't be able to come to work in the future."

"Yo, don't cry, what's wrong? Do you want to help?" the boss asked with a heartbroken.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry boss."

The wind looked at it unreasonably.

After speaking, the woman left with him.

Today the weather is very good, the wind is sunny, the mood is also open, and everything on the road is full of vigor.

She cried and followed the trend and said a lot of unreasonable things, saying that there were still couriers that she hadn't picked up; she was still the big up owner of the music area at station B, and the video she said was not updated; ; Jay Chou promises that everyone will not be able to hear the new album this November.

The wind listened quietly.

"Student, do I need to pay back the flowers?"

She cried so miserably and funny, as if she had lost her mind.

When they got to the gate of the community, the guard let them go.

"Where are you going?"

"T4, 503, my house..."

"Follow me."

The woman followed him with soy milk.

After only contacting for a long time, Feng Wuli felt that this was a very unreliable woman.

Reckless, do not know how to die.

She doesn't seem to care too much about her own death, but she does have a deep obsession that drives her to exist.

If death is not worth grief and resentment, what is her obsession?
When he came to the woman's house, Feng Wuli probably understood.

Faintly, he heard a very small cry.

It's the cry of a baby.

The woman was anxious with the soy milk, but she couldn't get in.

The wind kicked the door open with both feet.

"bump!!"

The house is very bright, the windows on the balcony are open, a simple house with two bedrooms and one living room, there is a bloody smell in the air, the golden sunlight fills half of the living room, and the light reflected from the tile floor is a bit dazzling, making people feel I think of that beautiful morning when I was lying on the sofa with the TV on and the fan was turning slowly.

Such a golden morning...

"Wow--!"

The baby cried loudly.

The woman beside her stopped crying. She rushed to the small crib in the living room with soy milk.

Inside lay a blood-stained baby boy, howling with his eyes closed, his whole body wrinkled, as if he was born not long ago, and there were bloodstains on the ground that had been attached to the stroller from the closed room.

"Don't cry, don't cry anymore, mom came back with food."

"Drink soy milk, baby, would you like some soy milk?"

"I can't cry anymore."

The woman cried helplessly.

Therefore, Feng Wuli thinks this guy is very unreliable.

How can you feed a newborn baby to drink soy milk.

Or sweet soy milk.

Feng unreasonably walked over in silence and picked up the baby who had been crying with closed eyes and small fists.

The little guy settled down a little in his arms, at least he stopped crying.

The woman just looked up at him in a daze, tears on her face like a spring, crying like a little girl.

"Junior brother, baby doesn't drink soy milk."

"Definitely don't drink it."

"What does the baby want to eat, I'm going out to buy it now, junior brother, can you help me take a look at the baby?"

"I already know... I will save this child." Feng Wuli said gently.

"Clap."

The soy milk fell to the ground.

The golden morning sun poured into the house, the yellow soy milk was everywhere, the curtains of the balcony flapped against the window, and there seemed to be a woman beside the shadow of the crib.

It's like it's never been.

The woman kneeling beside the crib suddenly disappeared.

The constant crying has disappeared.

The light from the balcony can only illuminate half of the living room. Feng Wuli is standing under the light with the baby in his arms. This side is in the place where the sun can shine. Opposite the warm crib is a dark room connected by bloodstains. The door is open and extends all the way to the feet of a woman by the wall. She is sitting quietly on the ground, leaning against the wall, with her head on her side, with a stick in her chest. Take the bloody knife.

always very quiet.

There was only so much she could do.

(End of this chapter)