The high-cold character design collapsed again today [Unlimited]

The air in the middle of the night was damp and chilly. Ning Zishan stood in the corridor with his arms folded and looked around. He remembered that there was a public bathroom at the left corner of the corridor, and maybe he could hide there for the night.

The public bathrooms are at two corners of the corridor, with men on the left and women on the right. Ning Zishan walked into the men's bathroom.

There was a half-cut cloth curtain hanging on the door of the bathroom, with the word "male" printed on it in red, it was already so dirty that it was almost unrecognizable.

Open the curtain, and through the dim light inside, you can see a row of cement pools on the left, where you can usually wash your face and clothes, and the water pipes and faucets exposed to the air are stained with a layer of rust. The old valve could not be fully closed, and the water droplets gathered at the outlet of the faucet, which was precarious.

On the right hand side is another small door without a door. Behind the small door is a ten-square-meter hut, which is divided into two rooms inside and outside by a sudden concrete wall.

There is a wooden bench outside, and the dark red paint is almost gone, revealing circles of stains like wet marks on the logs underneath.

The walls can probably be seen to be white walls with yellow paint, few tiles on the floor are complete, and the gaps are filled with years of stains.

The inside room should be the bathroom, but Ning Zishan didn't go to see it.

It is dark, cramped, and smells of damp and musty. Even the dirty walls seem to hide endless dangers. It is simply the most common scene in horror movies that cannon fodder is taken for granted.

But Ning Zishan didn't have the energy to worry so much at this time, he was too tired, he had hardly had a rest from the night before last, the pain and nervousness in his body accelerated his physical and mental exhaustion.

Ning Zishan sat down on the bench, and as soon as his back touched the back of the chair, the scar on it screamed, making him shiver in pain, and subconsciously straightened his body.

With the light of the bathroom, Ning Zishan unbuttoned his clothes and roughly checked his injuries. It was much more serious than he imagined. Wherever he looked, it was blue and purple, and there were even some bleeding wounds, which were almost invisible. A good piece of skin.

When I was tense, I didn't feel anything, but now when I relax, it's like my whole body has been torn apart, and there is no pain in any part of my body.

Ning Zishan took a deep breath and lowered his head.

The sound of the rustling rain outside the house echoes the rhythmic ticking of the leaking faucet inside, but it shows the tranquility of this world even more. The wave of loneliness and helplessness swept Ning Zishan in an instant, which made him finally experience the feeling of fighting alone. sense of reality.

Even though he had some inferences about the "ghost" and Ke Xu, he still didn't know where Ke Xu was. How would he find him?

Is it possible to kill that "ghost"?

Ning Zishan raised his eyebrows, if he wanted to kill the "ghost", now that it was asleep would be a good time to do it, but how to kill it?

Ning Zishan looked around subconsciously, and found a stool leg at the bottom of the pool, but it was useless.

If he couldn't kill him with one blow, with his current physical condition, it would be very difficult for him to escape once he angered the "ghost".

Ning Zishan leaned back on the chair cautiously, and sighed, it seems that he can only wait until tomorrow night to find another opportunity. After dawn, he can walk around the Tongzilou to see if he can find a more suitable weapon.

"Gululu~~" There was a whimpering cry in his stomach, and Ning Zishan touched his shriveled belly with his hands, and then he remembered that he hadn't had much rest during this period, and he didn't even have meals. I haven't eaten a bite. This situation is really poor and hungry.

When I find Ke Xu, I must let him cook a big meal for me, and make a sacrifice to my five internal organs temple...

At dawn, Ning Zishan woke up from the cold.

Xi Wei's light squeezed in from the small bathroom door and fell dimly on the ground.

It was still raining outside, and Ning Zishan's ears were a little numb from the "rustle" all night.

Last night I struggled for most of the night, and finally I couldn't hold it back. I just fell asleep sitting on the chair like this. The sleep was not bad, and I didn't have any dreams.

Did not dream of Ke Xu.

Ning Zishan thought regretfully, moved his stiff hands and feet, sneezed, then wiped his face with his hands and stood up from the wooden chair.

The sore knee joints made an overwhelmed "click" sound, Ning Zishan stretched his waist, and was about to go to the pool outside to wash up briefly, but after taking two steps, he felt that something was wrong.

Stretching his arms and legs, he found that the injuries he suffered last night were gone. Ning Zishan checked himself from head to toe in disbelief. Except for the soreness of the joints nestled in the chair, there was really no trace of injury , as if everything last night was just his own hallucinations - but he knew that those were not hallucinations, otherwise would he be sleepwalking to go to the men's public bathroom to sit overnight?

Ning Zishan turned on the tap and washed his face. The cold water made him wake up a lot.

When I walked out of the bathroom, the sky outside was still gloomy, and I couldn't tell the approximate time.

The group of weird NPCs that appeared downstairs yesterday also disappeared.

Ning Zishan walked softly along the corridor back to the door of 306, and first looked in through the dirty glass, but it was too dark inside, and only the outlines of some furniture could be vaguely seen.He pricked up his ears and listened carefully again, and pushed the door after making sure there was no sound inside, but the door was locked, and the key—he didn't seem to have the key when he escaped in a hurry last night.

Ning Zishan patted his forehead annoyedly, and when he lowered his head, he saw the stack of broken flower pots in the corner. After thinking about it, he squatted down again with the mentality of trying his luck, and moved the stack of flower pots away. Let him find another small silver key at the bottom of the flower pot.

Ning Zishan was overjoyed, picked up the key and tried it, it was indeed the key of 603, and the door opened.

After the joy, Ning Zishan couldn't help but have a question in his heart. He clearly remembered that he didn't take the key and didn't close the door when he came out. Why is the door locked now?And who put the key back under the pot?It can't be "ghost" right?

After entering the room, Ning Zishan's doubts became even greater. The living room that was originally a mess was now cleaned up. Oh, maybe the word clean should not be used to describe this living room. The appearance when he entered the door once, even the leftovers on the table and the positions of the wine bottles on the ground are exactly the same.

Naturally, there was no sign of a "ghost" in the bedroom. After he escaped last night, Ning Zishan didn't know what happened here. After thinking about it, he could only temporarily put a lot of questions in his stomach. But the problem was not enough after all, Ning Zishan walked into the small kitchen of Ke Xu's house after the nth sound of urging from his stomach.

Compared with the living room or bedroom, the kitchen is small, but it is surprisingly clean. The old stove has been polished and polished. Although the corners are still covered with oil stains that cannot be washed away over the years, it can be seen that the cleaners have tried their best. up.

There was no refrigerator in the kitchen, so Ning Zishan rummaged around and found a handful of dried noodles, a little rice and a few wilted cabbages in the cabinet next to the stove.

At this time, it seems that there is no right to be picky, some are good to eat, so Ning Zi made good use of the pot to boil a pot of water, put the noodles in, picked and threw a few vegetable leaves, and finally put some salt and soy sauce— — There are only these two seasonings in the whole kitchen.

After it was cooked and served in a bowl, Ning Zishan made do with his first meal in a day and two nights.

After he was full, he began to think about what he would use to kill that "ghost" tonight.

Ning Zishan first went around the room, there was a knife in the kitchen, but it was only a small knife, and it was blunt, not to mention killing "ghosts", I'm afraid it can't even cut fruit.

After that, Ning Zishan rummaged through the drawers in the living room, and found a bunch of useless bits and pieces, followed by the wardrobe in the bedroom, some of which were very spacious, which looked like clothes worn by fat people, and a few thin ones. It is the clothes worn by the children, neatly folded and stacked in the closet.

This is Ke Xu's home, and there will always be some traces of his life. It would be a lie to say that he is not curious. When you like someone, you can't help but want to know him from various aspects, even a trivial thing. Small things are a kind of treasure to Ning Zishan.

But I don’t know if it’s because of Ke Xu himself. When Ning Zishan rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the living room just now, he found almost nothing that could be connected with him. When Ning Zishan saw these clothes, he couldn't help stretching out his eager hand, pulled out one from the top, and unfolded it.

It was a very ordinary blue short-sleeved piece. The fabric felt very bad. It had faded due to too many times of washing. It was old but clean. If you look carefully, the other clothes in the closet are similar to this one. How many.

Although Ning Zishan is a single-parent family, he has received as much love as other children since he was a child. His mother is a middle school teacher, but she is surprisingly very democratic. Whenever there are differences between mother and child or important decisions, they will be calm Sit down and talk slowly, and sometimes Ning Zishan even feels that his mother is not so much a parent, but more like a friend. She will not force Ning Zishan to do anything, nor will she act for him When making decisions, I just guided him silently all the time, and taught him many principles of life subtly.

In comparison, Ke Xu's childhood was probably much more tragic. Ning Zishan suddenly thought, could everything he experienced last night be what Ke Xu had experienced before, and whether those injuries on his body were caused by Ke Xu Ever suffered?

Ning Zishan, who has already experienced that kind of fear and pain as an adult, felt unbearable after experiencing it only once, let alone Ke Xu, who was still a child... Thinking of this possibility, Ning Zishan's heart felt as if it had been caught by an invisible bird. His hand grabbed it, and it hurt so much.

At this moment, something suddenly fell out of the short-sleeved pocket. It was like a glass ball. It bounced on the ground. Ning Zishan subconsciously reached out to fish for it, but it was empty. The glass ball ignored the gravity of the ground's friction and rolled all the way from the bedroom to the living room, and finally got under the sofa.

Ning Zishan put Ke Xu's clothes back in the closet, and walked to the sofa suspiciously.

The gap under the sofa was so narrow that you couldn't see it when you bent down, so Ning Zishan squatted down and found that he still couldn't see it. In the end, he had to kneel on the ground in a disfigured way, with his hands on the ground and his buttocks pouted to look in. This time he saw Yes, there seems to be a schoolbag in the gap under the sofa.

The location of the schoolbag is not deep, and Ning Zishan can reach it as soon as he reaches out.

It was a cheap army green canvas bag, a little heavy, and there was a lot of dust under the sofa. Ning Zishan picked it up and patted it. He could feel that there were some books in it, and it was patted through the thick and hard fabric. Crackling.

Ning Zishan sat down on the sofa, opened the bag, and there were indeed some textbooks and exercise books in it.

Ning Zishan took out a copy from the inside, 32-carat size, and wrapped the book cover with old newspapers. When he opened the title page, he could see the words "Chinese" and "Volume Three". Class [-] of the second year of junior high school" and Ke Xu's name.

The handwriting is clear and powerful. Through that name, Ning Zishan seemed to see the handsome and restrained Ke Xu in his student days.

Ning Zishan couldn't help stretching out his hand to rub the name, it seems that he guessed correctly, this is really Ke Xu's home.

He flipped through the pages, and could see the careful and neat notes in the margins of the book. Afterwards, Ning Zishan put the book aside and took out another notebook from his bag.

Before he could open the notebook, a piece of paper suddenly floated out from the folder, and it swayed like a fallen leaf, rubbing against Ning Zishan's knee and falling to the ground.

Ning Zishan looked down and saw that it was a photo.

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