Chapter 17 Chapter 17 I’m sorry, I’m sorry. …
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The sound of the dripping rain became the background sound of the environment. Outside the dark window, the traces left by the raindrops on the window became the background color of the environment.
It seems to be raining.
The air was filled with moisture.
Zhu Fu Jingguang just took a look and then looked away.
The windows in the other dimension were no different from the walls. They couldn't be opened or broken, and naturally, one couldn't get out.
——
He had just thrown the flashlight away, and now when he looked into the room, he could only see some vague shadows of furniture.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound outside the door, and Zhu Fu Jingguang looked back.
Through a door, the "senior" slowly retracted his foot that had crushed the flashlight and smiled at him with curved lips.
The trace of unhappiness just now has disappeared from his face.
Blood soaked half of his lips, and the senior's somewhat rough face was made moist by this smile, as if half of it was inhabited by a ghost.
"Fuck light." He mouthed slowly.
This was the last scene that Zhu Fu Jingguang saw.
The next second, the flashlight flickered a few times and suddenly went out.
Deep darkness suddenly enveloped the space.
Zhu Fujingguang narrowed his eyes suddenly. Human eyes cannot adapt to such darkness, so for the next few seconds, he could hardly see anything.
This was not a good thing. Zhu Fujingguang quickly followed his memory and walked around the furniture. He took a few steps back, trying to stay as far away from the doll as possible and pressed his body against the wall.
The doll didn't move in that direction and didn't make any sound.
After waiting for a few seconds, Zhu Fujingguang chose to speak first. He said softly, "The boy with the white fox mask, is that you?"
“…” No one answered him.
Although no one responded, Zhu Fujingguang was 80% sure that the doll was transformed from a teenager.
But he had no idea whether the young man would let him go.
If you stay in the darkness for too long, your control over time will decrease, and you will feel like you are buried alive in a coffin, with a feeling of extreme anxiety spreading.
How long had it been? Zhu Fujingguang counted his heartbeats and slowly read the number.
Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute...
He walked along the wall and felt the door frame. The door of the room that was clearly right within his memory was now nowhere to be found.
The door disappeared again.
He thought for a while, then withdrew his hand and took out a lighter from his pocket.
The reason why he was able to throw the flashlight so decisively was because he had a lighting tool in his hand.
He had waited until now to use it because he had a premonition that once it was illuminated, the current peace might be broken.
But if we keep wasting time like this, we will die anyway.
However, just as he was about to open the lighter, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly felt something cold passing over his head.
His back was suddenly soaked with cold sweat.
What?
It was not easy to operate with sweaty fingers, and Zhu Fu Jingguang hit it several times before finally igniting the flame.
The light illuminates a small area in front of my eyes.
It was just this one glance that made Zhu Fu Jingguang's scalp tingle, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Before his eyes, there were two matchstick-like doll legs dangling in the air.
It turned out that at some point, the doll had become so close to him that it was almost touching his nose.
——
Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyes stiffly.
The pale doll was looking at him with its head down, literally down.
Its neck had been completely broken by the rope, and the broken neck could not support its head, so its head just tilted on its shoulders.
His long white hair hung down, and the cold hair occasionally touched his forehead. Zhu Fu Jingguang finally understood why he had felt itchy here just now.
Through the gaps in the hair, two dark eyeballs were staring at him from bottom to top.
All of Zhu Fujingguang's nerves were on alarm. He stepped back hastily as a reflex, but his back hit the hard wall.
The next moment they looked at each other, the doll suddenly moved.
He stretched out a hand stiffly towards Zhu Fujingguang.
…
The doll's body does not have delicate structures like fingers, and its limbs are soft cylinders.
The outer layer is made of white cloth and the inner layer is probably filled with cotton.
When it stretched out its hand, the tip at the front of the cylinder fell down under the action of gravity and lay horizontally above the flame of the lighter, as if it was a little afraid of fire. When Zhu Fu Jingguang looked over, the tip even shrank back.
The action was a little cute, but Zhu Fu Jingguang was so nervous that he couldn't tell whether it was cute or not. While the doll was retracting its hand, he immediately avoided the doll's touch, took a few steps to the side, and increased the distance between them again.
As the black-haired police officer breathed softly, the doll used its neck as a fulcrum, slowly turning in mid-air and aimed at him again.
Zhu Fujingguang even saw the sticky threads pulled out from the torn cloth on his neck - it really looked a bit like the bloody fascia stuck together when human skin was torn.
But upon closer inspection, only white cotton emerged from the broken part.
Did he flip over because he swung on the swing with his neck too much... Zhu Fu Jingguang thought to himself while trying to find the best way to cheer himself up.
No wonder the doll turned so slowly just now - if it hadn't been more careful, its head would have been separated from its body with just one big movement.
Countless thoughts popped up in his mind, but it did not affect him from quickly pointing the gun at the doll's most vulnerable neck.
He had discovered one thing a long time ago.
From the beginning to the end, he and his senior were the only two living people in this strange space.
For some reason, neither the child outside the door nor the young man in the white fox mask in front of him entered this space in their real bodies, but through possession.
In this case, if we interfere with the channels through which they are possessed, will they be unable to enter this alien space?
Thinking of this, he raised his eyes, but his breathing was slightly choked.
At some point, as if in the blink of an eye, the white-haired doll that was three or four steps away from him just now appeared in front of him again, sticking to his body.
The doll's head was hanging down, and it had already drooped onto its chest - its neck was almost worn down to a stretched string.
It once again reached out its hand towards the black-haired police officer.
Zhu Fujingguang suppressed his instinct to retreat. Instead of shooting, he took off his coat, raised his lighter, and the blue-red flame approached his clothes.
First the sleeves, then the body of the garment. The flames quickly spread.
The clothes caught fire.
——
What is a rag doll most afraid of?
Perhaps there is no better answer than fire.
As the flame approached, the doll withdrew its hand as if it was burned, and shook its body with difficulty and pain, as if it wanted to struggle backward, but it could do nothing except let itself swing in vain on the rope.
Zhu Fujingguang tightly grasped the part of the clothes that had not yet burned. According to the plan, in the next second, he should cover the doll's head with the burning clothes in his hand like a hood!
The doll is made of cloth and cotton. If you put clothes on it, it will burn quickly.
Burnt till there is no ash left!
As the clothes slowly approached it, the doll began to shake wildly, and its upside-down head fell down a little. Its neck became a long, sticky thread, like a stretched transparent rubber band, which was disgusting just to look at.
Its struggle does not inspire any sympathy at all.
The clothes hang above the doll.
It's time to let go.
The black-haired police officer thought so in his heart.
End it all.
The scene in front of him was shaking. Zhu Fu Jingguang thought something was wrong at first, but later he found that he was shaking.
Even though he was blown against the wall not long ago and his mouth and nose were bleeding due to the huge impact, the black-haired police officer didn't even tremble.
But now, his hands holding the burning clothes were shaking badly.
One is afraid of light, the other is afraid of fire.
What is this?
Are these two kids really as powerful as they look?
"Why don't you come in in person..." Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly looked at the baby and whispered.
All the members of the Fujiwara family ran away. Why didn't they leave?
What is their current status?
Are you unable to move? Are you injured? Do you need first aid?
Zhu Fu Jingguang knew nothing.
Because of the alien space, monster doctor and other means, he did not equate them with other victims, and even treated them as criminals.
But if he ignored all this, he suddenly discovered that these two children did not seem to be that powerful at all, and their bodies were even more fragile than ordinary people.
Zhu Fujingguang recalled a previous case in which the kidnapped woman was holding a blade, hiding in a corner, screaming hysterically and resisting everyone approaching.
She was imprisoned and tortured for a month. What about these children?
How long have these children been held captive?
The doll curled up due to the burns, and the corners of its sewn mouth were still forced to bend up, but it seemed as if a whimpering sound could be heard from far away.
Zhu Fujingguang's face had never been so pale.
Is it really okay to get out by hurting children? Is it really necessary?
If this is done, what is the difference between the police and the perpetrators?
The black-haired police officer's fingertips, which were burned with bright red wounds, suddenly loosened their grip, and with a clang, the metal lighter fell to the ground.
He hurriedly put out the fire, throwing his clothes on the concrete floor and stomping on them to put out the flames.
The flames gradually died down.
The room returned to darkness.
It's like everything has returned to nothingness.
There are no more dolls with scary shapes, no more strange spaces, and no more policemen on the verge of collapse.
Darkness and blood fell together.
Zhu Fujingguang's hands were bleeding from the burns, and he couldn't even tell what it felt like.
Does it hurt?
It hurts.
My teeth are shaking from the pain.
He took a step back, staggered, and knelt on the ground, as if to suddenly replenish the oxygen that had been sucked out. He took a long, hoarse breath, and his thin figure almost melted into the shadows.
"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The black-haired police officer said in a low, trembling voice, almost incoherent.
"I'm sorry...what am I doing..."
My vision was blurry for a long time, and then I heard a muffled sound in my ears.
It seemed like a small thing had fallen to the ground and was slowly crawling over.
The doll's body looks like a twisted tree trunk, and the way it crawls over has no aesthetic appeal at all, and can only remind people of a scary monster.
Zhu Fu Jingguang watched its body rubbing against the ground, crawling in front of him little by little, and raising its tilted head.
It reached out again.
Ever since Zhu Fu Jingguang entered the room, it seemed to have been trying to get closer to him and then reach out its hand.
Amidst the black-haired police officer's trembling breathing, a soft tip touched his face.
It was like giving him a silent hug.
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