Officer Xiang and Mumu

In early spring, it was still cold.Classes for the third year of senior high school started very early, and the students wore down jackets to attend English self-study classes in the chilly classroom.

He was obviously nearsighted, yet he was sitting in the penultimate row.It can be said that in these years, he has hardly seen the blackboard clearly, and everything relies on listening, reasoning, spatial imagination, and extraordinary memory.On the contrary, it was a blessing in disguise. The knowledge he learned in this way is often twice the result with half the effort.He doesn't need to do a lot of notes and exercises like other people, and he doesn't spend much time after class. Therefore, he has extra energy to do housework and take care of his younger siblings.

But today he was a little absent-minded, his slightly long hair hung down to cover his eyes, and the motionless lip line seemed to be suppressing something.

After a while, he stretched out his watch to his eyes and saw the time clearly, it was almost nine o'clock.

He stuffed the books into his backpack indiscriminately, put it on one shoulder, and walked to the podium.

"Teacher, my stomach hurts a little, can I ask for a leave?"

The English teacher saw that his knuckles were red with his hands covering his belly, so he said with concern: "Then you go home, if you can't, go to the school doctor's office and get some medicine."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

"wear more clothes."

"it is good……"

He left the classroom weakly, went outside, and immediately quickened his pace, even trotting.

The wind outside was very bitter. It took him less than 10 minutes to run back to his community and hide behind a residential building. The tip of his nose was red from the cold. His natural pale complexion and moist lips complemented each other. It was the perfect age for youth. .He put the hat of the sweater on his head, and a pair of eyes shone through the gaps in the hair, which was a cold light of wisdom.

Maybe it was too cold, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, it was folded into shape, he broke it casually, lit it with a disposable lighter, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"call--"

Soon, a car slowly appeared from the corner and drove directly across the green belt far away.

The car made a half-circle around the music fountain, came to the bottom of Building No. [-], and slowly backed into the garage.

The man got out of the car. He was a little pudgy with a beer belly and his hair was slicked.He opened the back door and led down a 7- or 8-year-old boy.

The little boy was carrying a small backpack, looked around, and followed him into the luxurious living room with some trepidation.

Taking advantage of the time when the man entered the locker room, the junior high school boy who was hiding in the corner sneaked into the basement and listened at the corner of the stairs.

Children's cartoons started to play in the living room, and the Bear Paradise was full of joy, and the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom was vaguely heard.

Listening to the voice, the young man recognized that the old man had come out of the bathroom, and he started teasing the children not long after, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.He walked down the stairs, walked through the mess in the dark to his own little world, unloaded his schoolbag and hid it in the closet.

Then go back to the door, intending to find a better angle.

As soon as Fang heard the old man's coquettish and coquettish voice, the boy felt nauseated, stuck in his throat and couldn't vomit.He adjusted the function of the recording pen to the best, but the distance is too far, and the effect may not be very good.

Damn, why didn't they come into the room?That position is too troublesome... The young man was thinking of a way when he heard the old man say, "Honey, let's go down."

"Where to go?"

"basement."

The boy's head was going to explode, he ran to the back of the debris pile before he had time to think about it, there were some pieces of broken porcelain under his feet, and there was a slight noise when he moved, feeling that this place was really unsafe, so he got under his bed cruelly.

No matter how perverted a person is, he will never run under the bed to play.

"I'm afraid of the dark." It was the voice of a little boy.

"Uncle is here, and uncle will protect you!" The old man turned on the flashlight of his phone and said, "Baby, call Dad!"

"You are not my father."

The old man spent a lot of effort in order to let the child call him father.He was pulled into the depths of the basement on the grounds of exploration.

The teenager's hand holding the recording pen was shaking all the time, trembling with anger.He had imagined the evil of the old man thousands of times, but never thought that he would choose to vent his animal nature in the basement!

The bed made a creaking sound, as if it would collapse at any moment... The young man endured unprecedented humiliation under the bed.

In this home, there is a luxurious big bed worth tens of thousands of yuan, high-end smart heating equipment, and comfortable and luxurious cashmere carpets.Why did he choose the cold and dark basement?Still on the broken bed where my son slept!

The boy could hardly control himself, so why not call the police immediately?

No, you can't call the police now!At least, he can't go to the police by himself, but who will help him?

He was wandering left and right, and the above had vented his bestiality time and time again.

"Ling Yunmu, you are a coward!"

A voice appeared in his head, and the teenager tried to drive it out.However, the mental disorder is always difficult to do, and ghosts always take advantage of the chaos to sneak into people's hearts!

"This man is so disgusting! Ling Yunmu, how can you tolerate him? In the past, in the past, in the past countless moments when no one was there, his filthy filth once stained your bedding, wet and dry, dry and wet, And you don't know it!"

To shut up!

shut up!

"Ling Yunmu, you can't do anything, I'll help you!" Another voice was rough and savage, "Damn it!"

To shut up!

shut up!

The boy didn't know when they left. When he woke up, the surroundings were as dark as ink, and there was no sound at all.He was used to this darkness, and sometimes felt that he was a part of it.

He still held the tape recorder in his hand.

With such a recording, can the old man be proved guilty?

There is no light in the living room, only the natural light from the window.The junior high school boy walked out in a daze, like a wounded lonely eagle.

I saw a small figure in the aisle. He was carrying a small backpack, which was so fragile that it seemed to be crushed.

He stared intently at Spider-Man in the closet.

It was a Spider-Man figurine that my younger brother was tired of playing with. The boy asked him, "Do you like Spider-Man?"

The little boy doesn't speak, but his eyes don't lie.

The boy opened the closet, took out Spider-Man, and handed it to him, "Here you are."

The little boy didn't dare to answer and shook his head.The junior high school boy thought of something, "Wait for me."

When he came out again, he had already packed the figurine in an incomparably exquisite glass box.

The little boy was so surprised that he couldn't put it down while holding the Spider-Man.

"What's your name?"

"Tan Xiaolong."

"Xiaolong, shall we make an agreement?"

"What agreement?"

"Protect Spider-Man, brother will find you."

"it is good."

"Remember, protect Spider-Man and wait for brother to find you."

At night, the boy was lying on the cold floor, and the cold air on the ground was constantly eroding his thin body.The ghost behind him was still chattering: "Ling Yunmu, do you think this is useful? Can he wait for your arrival?"

The boy was not in the mood to argue with the ghost.

"Didn't you keep an eye on that policeman? He seems to be quite righteous? Give him the things!"

"Stop being smart, you're nothing."

"I am you, and you are me!"

After finally driving the ghost away, another one came, this one was even more arrogant: "You are afraid that if you sue that old guy, you will be finished! Selfish, you are called selfish!"

"Shut up!" The young man felt very tired. He had been bombarded by ghost shadows for countless nights. He felt that one day he would be unable to hold on, and he often fell asleep amidst the mocking voices of ghost shadows.

"I am you, you are me! Haha..."

Volume Three: Split