"Kill me."
The anti-theft fence was rusty and only served a formal purpose. It could be cut off at the root by tightening the iron pliers inward.
In the cool moonlight, he flew into the room like a carrier pigeon, his coat spread out behind him.
Yin Sui took two steps back and huddled in a place where the moonlight couldn't illuminate. He held his right wrist with his left hand and leaned against the wall in a slightly defensive manner to make room. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he gestured, "Find a place to hide."
It was so quiet all around that Ji Xunjin didn't even notice the footsteps coming up the stairs.
But just as the person on the other side finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Yinsui immediately walked towards the door - if he didn't open it actively, the door would open faster. The room was only so big, and he couldn't get in much later.
Some are deep, some are shallow, as if they are still flowing freshly today, but the dark brown door of solidified blood opens from the inside out.
Qiong Qing stomped her feet, and the voice-controlled lights started flashing.
Her white hair and face flickered, but her tone was steady and gentle. "It's still a little cold tonight. I came to see if the quilt is suitable. I haven't had time to put it on yet. I need to put it on soon, otherwise my hands and feet will be freezing and it will take a long time for them to warm up."
Crunch——
The wardrobe door was opened, and Yinsui's heart twisted for a moment, but he only relaxed when he saw that there was no one inside.
Qiong Qing took small, staggering but silent steps and threw the thick quilt onto the bed. She bent down and carefully arranged the bed sheet. A huge yellow smiling face stretched out against the dark blue background of the sheet. Yin Sui inadvertently glanced up in the direction of its gaze - Ji Xunjin was hiding in the gap between the wardrobe and the ceiling, cross-legged and winking at her.
"Sui Sui, are there mice in the house? They make those eerie noises, and it sounds really unpleasant."
It's annoying, grandma.
"I didn't feel it, maybe there's one on the first floor."
"We have to ask the old man to buy some rat poison when he goes to the market. If he brings it back, the poison will kill it." Qiong Qing was still amiable. Even if he had never done it before, he had at least seen the old man killing chickens, ducks, fish, cows and sheep. He dealt with the rat as if he was brushing off the dust from his sleeves.
The door was closed again.
When the panting lamplight finally swallowed up its weak light after the old man left, Yin Sui comforted the gentleman on the beam who was accidentally injured: "Please don't mind what I said just now. My grandfather can't buy it now."
There is no market to go to, so the rat poison issue is naturally a distant prospect.
Ji Xunjin used his hands to support himself on the cabinet roof, then nimbly jumped to the shorter bedside table and landed on it. "Sorry, I'll clean it up before I leave."
She said sincerely, "It's okay, you can leave without wiping it."
The mouths of the grandfather and grandson are simply heirlooms, and there is nothing you can do to choke them.
Ji Xunjin made a gesture of surrender: "I really didn't mean to come in. I was busy all day and wanted to rest. Who knew he would come in just after turning on the projector."
"Where did you come in?"
"riverside."
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was standing by the river. It was dark and there was no one on the road. As I walked, I naturally came to the house deep in the woods.
The second floor was brightly lit.
He had no idea she was inside, and when he climbed up he found out it was true.
On this side, Ji Xunjin was huddled together on the sofa and talking with many stuffed toys, while on the other side, Yin Sui picked up a blanket from the bottom of the box and handed it over. The weather inside was late autumn and was at least ten degrees colder than the actual weather.
The pattern of the blanket he bought in elementary school was extremely childish. As soon as he put it on, an ugly monkey with a red mouth the size of a palm came close to him and swayed around. Only then did he notice that there was an even uglier monkey behind him.
After playing a prank, Yin Sui sat back on the bed and spoke carefully, "I might have to trouble you to stay here for a few days. When I'm ready to go out, I'll see how to take you out."
"I thought you didn't want me to know about the village."
"It's fine for one person. I mainly don't want a large group of people from the so-called organization to come in and mess things up. As for you...it's okay."
She returned home, her face visibly relaxed. She tilted her head back slightly as she recalled something, her pupils reddened by the thick light. "There was a man who came to me for no apparent reason, calling me a nuisance and holding a knife to my neck, demanding I get rid of him. I shoved him in, and I couldn't find him anymore. I haven't seen him since. What about you? What could you do? Shoot me with your toy gun?"
Long before Liu Qingliu revealed that objects could also be contaminated, she guessed that toy guns were not just toy guns. While they did no harm when aimed at ordinary people, they had special attacks against creatures in abnormal spaces, just like the burnt sightseeing bus, which was unremarkable when not used seriously.
Ji Xunjin sighed: "I am different from him. I abide by the law and treat others kindly."
As evidence, the toy gun that was originally in the inner pocket of the clothes was put down, and the index finger joint was pressed against the gun body and pushed gently, and its ownership was completely transferred to another person.
It would be much easier if you did the same as him.
Yinsui put away the gun and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation." Then he stood up and went downstairs.
"Grandma, please help me put away my toys."
Qiong Qing didn't show any doubt about the toy, and asked instead: "Have you found the mouse?"
"You should be able to find it outside the house."
Family members living under the same roof always have some tacit understanding. For example, if the person is not found, one stays on the second floor and the other stays in the water tank.
Ji Xunjin waited for a long time before the footsteps finally arrived.
"What's that noise next door? Is your neighbor having a party?" The flames were burning and laughter was deafening.
"Yeah, the corpse barbecue party is going to be held on time." After being honest, it's impossible to pretend that everything is normal. There's no need to hide some insignificant things that are obvious at a glance.
"No wonder the aroma of barbecue wafts over here."
"If you're hungry, there's food in the cupboard."
"without."
Yinsui was in a bad mental state and was about to crawl into the quilt. Seeing him in an awkward position competing for space with a bunch of dolls, he went over and threw the debris onto the dressing table.
"I want to sleep."
The guest should follow the host's wishes. Qiong Qing didn't expect that the new quilt she had found upstairs would be used for him to sleep on. Ji Xunjin tugged at the corner of the quilt and said, "Good night."
In fact, she was just tired and didn't feel like sleeping yet.
Thinking of the free-falling patients during the day and the "rat" remarks at night, Yinsui felt a little nauseous. To be fair, when you are able to raise the butcher knife for some reason, you should endure the sharp blades of others. No matter what the hardship is, everyone has their own hardship.
Therefore, it is meaningless for us who are in the vortex to argue about right and wrong.
Despite her mental preparation, she still felt a wave of anxiety, as if there were a real rat infestation, a frenzied swarm of rats scurrying about, scratching and clawing. She had a premonition that the remaining members of her family had willingly plunged into the abyss of "I'll do anything for you." Self-sacrifice often backfired, with the one being lifted up always pulling down the one who sacrificed, one dragging the other down, a cycle of loss, just to avoid losing each other.
I know it in my heart, but there is no other way. Home is always home, no matter how much more or how little, even if it is replaced by a "tomb".
Even when the sky brightens in late autumn, the people and things around us are all blurred, as if separated by thousands of gauze curtains.
Both of them woke up and heard the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs downstairs.
Ji Xunjin yawned. "Can you give me an accurate answer so I know why you're here? There's a precise sentence for those in prison. If there's no sentence, it's called life imprisonment."
"Wait for the dog to die."
He was stunned by the neat combination of the three Chinese characters and tried to match the meaning using several foreign languages he knew.
Yinsui was also confused. What was there to think about?
“Wait until my dog dies.” Then you’ll know what will happen after I die, and based on that, you can choose which path to take.
According to the original plan, we should first gather all the intelligence in reality before going back to deal with the inside. In this way, there might be a hope of avoiding conflicts with Ji Xunjin's organization or other similar groups, and transitioning quietly and without disturbing each other. Unfortunately, given Dahuang's condition, it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on for long, and he can only be forced to stand on two pieces of land and move according to the situation.
"But now is the time to make breakfast, otherwise someone will have nothing to eat."
While the two old people went out to pick vegetables on time, she went downstairs to fry eggs and cook noodles.
Because the ceramic bowls were too hot to hold, the two well-dressed young men squatted in the corner, each with a bowl to eat their breakfast.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Men go to the toilet...Yin Sui fell into deep thought, it seemed like there were toilets everywhere.
"It's all fine. You can use it as fertilizer in the fields, or in the river as a part of the water cycle. Of course, no one will mind if you spread it in the bamboo forest or on graves."
Ji Xunjin sat upright, trying to fight for reasonable human rights: "When two countries are at war, not harming envoys and treating prisoners well are excellent traditional virtues."
In the past, there were families that were completely wiped out due to food shortages, and now there are people who have no access to toilets. She thought about it again, and realized that there were no public toilets in the tiny village, but there were empty houses where families had moved away or died.
Specifically referring to Chen Jiuguan's family. Ever since Chen Jiuguan was taken away by his son for medical treatment, he has never returned. It's said that his only son and his family moved out of town overnight, leaving only Chen Jiuguan's father, bedridden, in the concrete building at the west end of the village in broad daylight.
To make it easier for neighbors next door to deliver food, all the doors were unlocked.
Like a corner left out by the world, the living room was quietly placed in a place visible to everyone who entered, but few people wanted to use it for a moment. What undoubtedly attracted Ji Xunjin's full attention was the coffin at the edge.
Why is there a coffin in the living room?
"This is for Grandpa Chen on the second floor. He's almost a hundred years old."
For an old man in his nineties, his relatives were mentally prepared that the coffin had nothing to do with any horrific horror story and was just an ordinary funeral item.
The only difference is that it has not been used since it was bought and placed here until now - everyone had anticipated his death, but unexpectedly, everyone and death stagnated together.
Ji Xunjin went to the toilet, and she went upstairs.
"Cough cough cough cough."
A violent cough was heard, and Old Chen turned his eyes with difficulty to follow the figure that came in.
Near the door stood a glowing shrine that never ran out of power, the incense and candles underneath burning out halfway. Besides, there were a few apples on a blue and white porcelain plate, which the person who placed there must have carefully selected, as they were large and round. Unfortunately, they had not been changed for a long time and had developed spots, and the dark brown juice in the depressions reflected a beeswax-like luster.
For a long time, Yinsui thought he was praying to the gods for a long life, because everyone thought so, saying he was desperate to live, otherwise he wouldn't suddenly become superstitious in his old age. He thought to himself, "He must have gotten his wish by accident, and survived so many winters in the time loop."
Until one day he said -
"Kill me." Lao Chen and other figures came to the bedside, shouting with their voices as soft as mosquitoes but with all their might.
He prayed devoutly countless times to the Bodhisattva to grant him a prosperous next life, but he was stuck at the step of passing away.
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