not a monster

Chapter 91
He looked at the map of wickedness, and found that he was positioned in a very strange place. After shaking his phone, he slowly returned.

"It's Limin Community again, it's really weird."

He passed by on a bicycle.

When I was in junior high school, I was brought into contact with Two-dimensional by Liu Xiaoxiao, and I felt like a Kamen Rider. Thinking about it now, I still feel embarrassed by my thoughts at that time.

It's only [-]:[-] now, so arriving at school before [-] o'clock is not considered late.

When he arrived at the gate of the community, he talked to the guard, and he basically didn't ask who you were, and everyone would let you in.

He felt it for a while, but he could only feel the stillness of the summer morning, and he did not feel the breath of monsters.

If the monsters are really haunting, they are so close, he hasn't felt it yet.

Either strong and good at hiding, or weak enough to panic.

Strong or weak doesn't matter.

The shadow under him changed for a while, and a woman's hand grew out of the ground, her skin was like jade, her phalanges were distinct, and she handed out a jade bracelet.

The wind took it with a light smile.

"Don't worry, they should all be oolongs who scare themselves and then report the case randomly. The monsters are very disciplined."

Monsters are more disciplined than humans.

The hand drew back after handing it to him.

The community is relatively old, there are more people going out downstairs in the early morning, and the gates on the first floor frequently come in and out.

There are even students in the sand who are wearing school uniforms, and they may see Feng Wuli also wearing school uniforms, and they will look twice.

He went to the 11th building that Director Yang mentioned, listened to the movement and pressed his steps, just when an old lady who went downstairs and opened the gate came out, he walked to the door and closed the gate.

A habitual offender at first glance.

Personal behavior has nothing to do with the company.

The old lady glanced at him and didn't think much about it.

"Have you lost something in school?" The aunt asked with a smile.

Feng Wuli pretended to be shy: "Suddenly I remembered that I didn't know if the door was closed, but it seemed like it was closed and it didn't."

The aunt was silent for a while, then went back to the gate, and followed Feng Wuli into the elevator.

"Isn't Auntie going out?" Feng Wuli asked strangely.

She smiled embarrassedly, "When you said that, my aunt forgot whether she closed the door or not."

The aunt clicked on the 8th floor, looked at the 12th floor, which Feng unreasonably pressed on, and said, "Is it from that Teacher Zhang's house?"

Teacher Zhang's house is where Feng Wuli goes.

"No, I live opposite Teacher Zhang."

He asked vaguely again, "That aunt, I heard that something happened to Teacher Zhang's house?"

The fire of the old aunt's gossip was ignited, and that's not the case.

The child in Teacher Zhang's family used to be a wicked man, and he was rambling all day long. Recently, it has become more serious. He doesn't speak when he sees people downstairs in the community. He just stares at them blankly and then runs away. up.

He was often there alone, not knowing who to talk to, sometimes a stray cat, sometimes even talking to a tree all day.

Just two words, evil door, that child is afraid of everyone who looks at it.

When we arrived on the eighth floor, my aunt was still talking non-stop, looking at Feng's unreasonable eyes like seeing old sisters with gossip at the village entrance, a look that everyone understands.

Feng Wuli's face showed, how could it be like this, it's terrible, and so on.

The aunt just revealed it, isn't it, everyone in the community knows it now, but you don't, and so on.

Chat for a while.

Feng Wuli also understood the general situation.

The elevator went up to the twelfth floor. He exited the elevator entrance. They were all old-style apartments. There was a shoe cabinet outside. The couplets on both sides of the door were still very new. He felt at the door for a long time. taste.

he was stunned

"Crack-"

Suddenly the door opened.

A head sticking out, a small boy, a boy of five or six years old, with a pink face and a jade appearance.

Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment, and just about to make a quibble, the boy asked in a glutinous tone: "Big brother, are you a monster?"

The corridor was quiet, and the sound of cartoons playing in the living room of the house could be heard.

broadcast bear haunt

"Of course Big Brother is not a monster." Feng Wuli explained with a smile.

"Then are you catching monsters?"

"No, my brother didn't catch monsters." Feng Wuli didn't know why he communicated with the boy: "Why do you say brother is a monster?"

"Because my brother kept saying at the door, didn't you feel any monsters?"

Feng was stunned for a moment, these things were what he thought, and he definitely didn't say it.

"Really? Did you hear me say that?"

"I heard, is big brother coming in and sit down?" He opened the door, and there was an empty living room inside. The TV was playing cartoons, and the room was bright and clean.

Are children so bold now that strangers can come in casually?

Feng Wuli shook his head and said no, and asked him why he didn't go to school.

The little boy said that when he went out now, he would hear a lot of strange noises. He was too scared to go out or go to school. His parents had already gone to work, so he was alone at home.

"What's your name?"

"Yang Yang."

"Xiaoyang can't open the door for strangers casually in the future, there are many bad people." Feng Wuli said with a gentle smile, stretched out his hand behind the door, and touched the little guy's head.

"But Big Brother is not a bad person." He was sure, and asked again, "Big Brother, are there any monsters in the world?"

He looked innocent, and Feng Wuli didn't know how to answer.

"Can you see them?"

Yang Yang shook his head and said, "Yang Yang can hear them, suddenly someone was talking where there was nothing, and Yang Yang didn't see anything. Originally, Yang Yang could only hear them, but a few days ago, Yang Yang could hear a lot of them. Voice, everyone is talking, they don't open their mouths, Yang Yang can hear what they say, cats can also talk, tables and chairs can talk, it's so noisy."

Feng Wuli suddenly felt that he was very similar to when he was a child.

He didn't speak, squatted down, and looked at this boy named Yang Yang, who had baby fat on his face, cut a shredded cap, and his hands were chubby.

Feng Wuli held his hand and just smiled at him.

"Why can't you tell people you can hear them?"

"Will they be afraid? Yes, my parents are so afraid of me that I dare not tell them that."

"Are there really monsters?"

Monsters and humans, how can two or three sentences be clear, so Feng Wuli silently told this little guy, don't be afraid or panic, tell him that everyone can't see or hear, so he has to pretend Can't see, can't hear.

Yang Yang couldn't see that world, he could only hear it.

Although it is stronger than most practitioners, after all, most practitioners cannot perceive this world before they practice.

But Feng Wuli didn't quite understand what he said, what does it mean to hear those flowers, plants, tables, chairs and benches.

After chatting for 15 minutes, Feng Wuli asked Yang Yang to close the door and not open it to strangers again.

He turned around and was about to leave. He didn't notice that a golden flying insect the size of a tenth of a grain of rice flew out the moment the door was closed.

Feng Wuli, who was walking to the elevator, suddenly felt as if something flew into his ears.

(End of this chapter)