Where's my tail?

The cry of the child fluctuated from far to near, and the wife couldn't tell from which direction it came from, but she could be sure that the sound belonged to Junjun, the child she brought up by herself.

She frantically searched in the illusion, and kept calling the child's name, but the child came out and cried, and there was no sound at all. In the illusion, she could not judge the direction at all, and the wife could only wander around in the illusion. Want to find where the child is.

However, at this moment, she heard a high-pitched cry from the child, and he shouted: "Mom and Dad, Junjun is so scared, where are you? Come and find Junjun!"

Hearing this voice, my wife's heart immediately twitched. I don't know what the child is going through now. He must be very scared when he heard the voice, but his parents are not around him. Thinking of this, she became more and more anxious.

The wife still couldn't find where the child was, but at this time the illusion changed, and she returned to the attic, in the empty house they had entered just now, but there was no one around, only she stood here alone, There are no tourists around, as if she is the only one in this attic.

But the crying that could not tell the direction at first was very clearly heard now, she followed the direction of the sound, walked slowly to the attic, and stopped in front of the empty school, where the tables and chairs were still neatly arranged They were neatly placed, but if Qin Mu and the others were there, they would find that there was an extra table and chair in the school, and that table and chair should have been placed in the storage room.

When she arrived in front of the school, she found that the crying of the child had stopped and changed to the sound of a child reading. She turned around and found a child sitting in the school, sitting in a chair and obediently. read.

The child's complexion is a little pale, and his body is relatively thin. He has a braid and is wearing a dull-colored commoner clothes. It is obvious that he does not look like this age at first glance, but the child's well-behaved appearance makes people look at him. I just feel distressed, how could such a well-behaved child stay here alone?

The wife didn't know what the illusion wanted to show her, but before she could think about it, the child who was reading a book suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her standing at the door. The child's eyes should have been It was clear and bright, but the child's gaze was lifeless. When she stared at the person, she even felt a little cold, and for a moment she didn't know what to say or what to do.

Then, the child looked at her for a while, and suddenly showed a weird smile. He was still smiling at her, and that smile contained a bit of a child's innocence, but coupled with his expression, it made her feel very scary. It's not the expression that a child should have, or even the expression that a normal person should have. Those who listen to the laughter feel chills behind them, very creepy.

Only then did the wife realize that this was an illusion, and after Zhang Yuansong told them the story of the attic, she immediately guessed the identity of the child. She resisted the fear in her heart and shouted to the child: "Did you bring Junjun to the house?" Gone? Let him out quickly!"

The child ignored her words, and the scene changed again, and she found herself back in the dark room again, but this time it was not only her alone, but also this strange woman and the child just now, the child was still the same. His face was pale, but he was still a little angry, at least he wouldn't look like a dead person at first glance.

The child sat obediently on the dilapidated chair, reading a book with a weak voice, and if he accidentally moved, he would show a painful expression. She wondered, could this child be sick?

However, before she went over to see what was going on, the strange woman spoke, and she said to the child in a fierce tone: "Why don't you read it aloud? Didn't I give you food? Didn't you learn to love?" Do you want to read? Hurry up and read carefully!"

The woman not only said these threatening words to the child, but also moved her hands. She grabbed the child's hair violently and pulled it a few times. The child showed a more painful expression and couldn't help crying. He begged for mercy: "Mother, don't hit me, I am obedient, I am in so much pain!"

The voice was so small, I don't know if it was too frightening or the pain was extreme, it made people feel distressed, and the wife couldn't help but said: "Stop beating the child, how did you become a mother? Even if you are If you want your child to learn, don't hit your child!"

However, she is always an existence outside the illusion. The two people didn't see her at all, let alone what she said, so she could only watch the child being abused by the mother. At first, she didn't understand why The child would suffer so much until she saw something red dripping from that chair, and when she got closer she saw it was blood.

The chair is covered with thin needles, and the child is sitting on this chair, no wonder he will show a painful expression after accidentally moving, sitting on this chair is so painful, and the mother is still demanding him read.

The wife thought of what Zhang Lingjiao said about the attic. When she listened to him, she felt sympathy for the child, but no matter what, it was Zhang Lingjiao's oral explanation. Only after seeing the scene of abuse can one realize how infuriating the scene was.

The child was still crying and kept begging for mercy: "Mother, stop beating me. Didn't you say you would treat me well and let me honor you?"

The woman sneered, thinking she was laughing at the child's innocence, and said, "I have my own child, so why do I need your filial piety? Other people's children can have their own filial piety. Besides, as long as you are here, your father will be filial." If you don't love my child, how can I make it easier for you!"

The child was still crying, saying no, he would treat her as his own mother, and the father would not treat his younger brother badly, but the woman was crazy, no matter what the child said, she just kept beating him , the wife could clearly see that the child's aura had weakened, but the woman did not intend to let him go.

When the child was dying on the table, the woman let go of his hair and went to the cabinet behind, as if looking for something, the wife walked over and found it was a thick hemp rope, The wife didn't know what this crazy woman was going to do, she just thought she was trying to tie up the child.

However, she obviously underestimated the woman's cruelty. The stepmother tied the hemp rope casually, walked over and wrapped it around the child's delicate neck, then tied the rope to the beam and the child. The child's head was lifted up, the child was obviously in pain, and he kept struggling to loosen the rope, but how could the already weak child be pulled up by the cruel stepmother?

After finishing everything, the stepmother clapped her hands, packed her things and planned to go out. Before leaving, she said to the child fiercely: "You scourge, why don't you die like your mother? I will be your stepmother every day!" Worried that others will say that I treat you badly, your father also treats me like a servant, heh, if you die, how can we live so unhappily, you should just read your book here!"

The child saw that the door was closed tightly with a snap. He was still a child under ten years old. How could he not be afraid when encountering such a thing? What he feared most every day was the abuse by his stepmother and being locked up alone. In this dark room, he didn't understand why his stepmother treated him like this when he first came home and said he would be good to him.

The child saw in his book how the stepmother and stepson lived in harmony, and couldn't help but smile. It's fake, it's all fake, there is no stepmother who treats children who don't belong to him so well, there must be a purpose Yes, for a while, the child didn’t think about how he would be abused if his stepmother found the book. He used a brush, dipped in his own blood, and ruthlessly drew many crosses on the book. Cursing the stepmother, how can such a deceptive story be left to teach children?How could such a vicious woman deserve to be a mother?Everything should be destroyed!

The wife just quietly watched the child scratch the book, and then the child suddenly calmed down, and began to read obediently. After reading for an unknown amount of time, the wife saw that the oil in the lamp was getting less and less. How can such a small child persist?

How come no one found out about this?The wife couldn't help being angry at the indifference of the townspeople.

Sure enough, the child was tired after studying for so long, not to mention he still had a lot of injuries, the needles on the chair were still firmly stuck in his body, the wife couldn't bear to read it any longer, but at this moment , the child couldn't stand it anymore, and his head was dozing off bit by bit.

It would be fine under normal circumstances, but now that hemp rope is tightly tied around his neck, if he lowers his head, he will be strangled to death like hanging himself.

For a moment, the wife forgot that she was a person outside the illusion, and immediately ran over to untie the rope for the child, but she couldn't touch the rope at all. passed through.No way, she went to the child again, trying to wake him up.

The child also seemed to feel a little breathless, and made some noises. The wife was anxious, and shouted in his ear: "Son, wake up, don't fall asleep."

However, the child couldn't hear it at all, until he was strangled so hard that he opened his eyes in a daze, and found the hemp rope around his neck. He struggled hard to loosen the rope, but he My whole body hurts when I moved lightly, and I have no strength after being starved, so I can only keep pulling on the rope.

Slowly, the wife saw that the child was bleeding more and more. The child seemed to know that he could not tear the rope away, and began to cry in despair. The rope was pulled tighter and tighter, and gradually he could not breathe. He lowered his head slowly, and his crying became weaker.

Until the room was quiet again.