my neighbor is a zombie

Chapter 465 Warm Language (3)

The moment she hugged the kid, the other person's body visibly stiffened, showing obvious uneasiness, and twisted slightly as if he was uncomfortable.

Mo Xiaotong quickly touched his hair, only to feel that it was cool and soft, as soft as fluff, very comfortable to touch, and then hissed.

"Relax. You'll be fine."

Mo Xiaotong whispered something in his ear with the lightest and gentlest voice.

The opponent's twisting stopped, but his body was still stiff and tense, as if he was trying to hold back the discomfort.

Then, from the upper and lower ends of the stairs, a group of gray-white little ghosts appeared, their skinny bodies walked slowly, each with a strange smile, shaking eyes, passing by each other.

After they passed by, Mo Xiaotong exhaled lightly.

The little guy in his arms moved.

Mo Xiaotong released him, and asked softly, "Is it you they are looking for?"

After a long time, the kid finally nodded slowly.

Finally got a response.

Mo Xiaotong was curious.Why did Nightmare want to catch this imp's ghost?Why did the other party seek her?
At this moment, facing Mo Xiaotong.For the first time, the little ghost stretched out his little hand on his own initiative.

Mo Xiaotong held him again, feeling a gentle pulling force from the other's small hand.

What does he mean, let me follow him?

Mo Xiaotong thought about it in his heart and hesitated, but he still followed the kid towards the top of the stairs.

On to the second floor.

The cloudiness here is thicker.

The little ghost walked to the door of a room, looked up at Mo Xiaotong, and seemed to signal Mo Xiaotong to open the door.

This is an art classroom.

According to the little ghost, Mo Xiaotong carefully pushed the door open.

Fortunately, it was empty inside, except for some small tables and chairs, and children's art supplies, there was nothing.

The kid dragged Mo Xiaotong and walked in.

Then he let go of Mo Xiaotong's hand, and walked to the locker in the corner, where there was a chair. After he climbed up, he opened the door and found something inside.

Mo Xiaotong walked to the podium.

There is a thick stack of pictures on the podium, all of which are simple doodles of children, with different names written crookedly on the back.

The shallow dream is formed by the memory of the original owner of the dream possessed by the nightmare, that is to say, here are all the things in the memory of the original owner.

It seems that the original owner should be a member of this orphanage, but I don't know if it is an employee or a child.

Mo Xiaotong took the stack of pictures and asked the kid, "Are there any pictures of yours here?"

The little ghost was silent for a while, and his little hand took out one of them and handed it to her.

After taking the painting, Mo Xiaotong turned to the back first and looked at it.

There is also a name written on the back.

"Wen Yu?" Mo Xiaotong raised his eyes to look at him, "Is your name Wen Yu?"

The kid didn't answer, but went back to the locker and started rummaging for things.

Mo Xiaotong turned the painting back to the front and looked at it intently.

She was taken aback!
What Wen Yu drew turned out to be a little girl who hanged herself!
The little girl was hung by a rope by her neck and hung in the room, her head was tilted to one side, her eyes were wide open, and her seven orifices were bleeding.

The background of the painting was painted black, and there were a few pairs of red eyes inside, which seemed to be peeping at the little girl's body.It looks very evil.

Although the brush strokes are very immature, just a few simple lines, but the unexpected image seems to have some kind of vitality.

(End of this chapter)