The child was wearing clothes and shoes that were one size too big, had a dirty face, and clear eyes full of surprise. He hid behind the old man's clothes, with only half of his face exposed.

"Can you hear me?" Chen Ge put down his backpack and gently stretched out his hands to the child: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The child hiding behind the clothes in the closet looked at Chen Ge timidly. He looked at Chen Ge's hand, hesitated for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand.

The cold little hand was placed in Chen Ge's palm, and the long-lost warmth made the boy's eyes slowly widen.

"Have you been staying here all the time?" Chen Ge pointed at the ground. He wanted to ask the little boy if he had been staying behind the door all the time, but the little boy misunderstood his meaning and waved his hands, gesturing desperately.

After watching for a long time, Chen Ge finally realized that the child was playing a game with his friends. They were playing hide-and-seek, and he was hiding here to avoid others.

Looking at the little boy who was struggling to express himself, Chen Ge shook his head slightly. Those kids had no intention of looking for him at all. He was just being teased.

He hid in the closet seriously, and finally opened the door and found that it was not the children but the owner of the house who called him for dinner.

"Have you ever thought about making more friends? Have you ever thought about opening the window and looking at the world outside?" Chen Ge found the key figure in the world behind the door - Jiang Ming, but he couldn't figure out the relationship between this Jiang Ming and the Jiang Ming outside the door.

The Jiang Ming inside the door may be the one who lost his hearing as Jiang Ming outside the door, but the probability is not high.

Based on the existing clues, the door will only appear when Jiang Ming outside the door is asleep, so Jiang Ming inside the door is most likely Jiang Ming’s own consciousness.

"In this imaginary world, all behaviors and characters are related to reality. Jiang Ming hid in the room where he felt warmest, thinking of playing with his friends. This should be his most beautiful memory."

Chen Ge wanted to say something, but Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly changed from surprise to horror, and tears came out almost instantly.

"He's looking behind me!"

The smell of alcohol rushed into his nose. Without saying a word, Chen Ge kicked the ground with his legs and dodged to the side holding the little boy.

The wine bottle smashed against the wardrobe, glass fragments flew everywhere, but no sound was made.

Thick blood vessels bulged on his face. The drunk monster ran over at some point. He must have heard Chen Ge's voice.

"This guy is really lingering around. The most troublesome thing is that he can't be killed." Chen Ge held the skull crusher in one hand and held the little boy in the other. The child was terrified and his body was shaking like a bruised kitten.

"The fear of his drunk father is deeply rooted in his heart. It is this fear that is constantly increasing the drunk's strength, making him stronger and stronger." Chen Ge had a plan in his mind: "If I can help the boy overcome his fear and tell him with practical actions that his drunk father is not invincible, the situation should improve."

It's easy to say, but it's very difficult to change the memories that are deeply rooted in our hearts.

"Jiang Ming, don't be afraid. Your uncle is here, no one can hurt you." Chen Ge put the child on a chair and held the skull crusher with both hands: "With his strengthening speed, I can still hammer him to death ten times."

After making preparations, Chen Ge was about to take action when the door of the rental house suddenly opened, and a white-haired old lady was walking into the room carrying a bowl of noodles.

The old man had a hunched back and was at least seventy years old.

The expression on her face was very kind, but when she saw the drunk man, her expression changed instantly. She put down the bowl of noodles, grabbed the crutch beside the bed and swung at the drunk.

The drunkard, who was originally scary and terrifying, panicked after seeing the old lady and even felt a bit flustered.

The drunkard didn't feel any pain when his head was smashed by the skull crusher, but after being hit several times by the old man's walking stick, he could not bear it anymore and fled from the hut in a panic.

The old man chased after him for a long distance with his walking stick before coming back.

She closed the door of the rental house angrily, then walked into the bedroom, came to the child, and gently rubbed Jiang Ming's head.

The old woman asked Jiang Ming to go to the table to eat. There was the steaming noodles she had just made, which looked very appetizing.

Jiang Ming ran over to eat, and the old woman then looked at Chen Ge. The surprise in her eyes was no less than Jiang Ming's.

"Grandma, can you hear me too?"

The old man nodded.

"Are you still sane? Can we communicate? We don't have to talk!" Chen Ge took out a ballpoint pen wrapped with tape from his pocket, and a comic book, paper and pen from his backpack.

Looking at Chen Ge, the old man said a few words, but Chen Ge could not hear anything.

She pushed the ballpoint pen in Chen Ge's hand away and turned to walk towards the living room.

Staring at the old woman's back, Chen Ge suddenly discovered that this old lady was completely different from the other people in the scene behind the door.

Her body was illusory and seemed like it could disappear at any time. More importantly, Chen Ge felt a chill from her.

Using his double pupils, Chen Ge discovered that this old lady did not seem to be distorted based on Jiang Ming's memory, but a remnant that would soon dissipate!

Without something to rely on, obsession can only exist for a limited time, even behind a door.

Although the old woman's memories overlapped with Jiang Ming's, this only prolonged her existence.

One day, she will disappear. At that time, the old lady in the world behind the door will be completely shaped according to Jiang Ming's memory. That person may still protect Jiang Ming in the world behind the door and make hot noodles for him, but she will no longer be the same person as before.

Chen Ge became more and more curious about the truth. He walked to the old woman, who was taking out paper and pen from the drawer and started sketching on the paper.

With each word she wrote, her body became a little more illusory. After the old woman finished writing, she handed the paper to Chen Ge. There were only four words on it - Beware of snails.

"snails?"

Chen Ge has entered the back door many times and is very familiar with the world behind the door. The most terrifying thing in this place is the red-clothed person, and even more terrifying than the red-clothed person is the evil spirit. However, the old lady told him to be careful of the snail.

"Is the snail scarier than that drunkard who can't be killed no matter what?" Chen Ge asked in a low voice, and the old lady nodded.

"I see, how are we going to get out?"

Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the old lady first made a gesture for silence, then pointed to the word "snail" on the paper.

"The key to escape is also in the snail? Is this snail the nickname of a certain evil spirit? Or does it refer to something?"

Chen Ge was still thinking. Jiang Ming at the table had finished his noodles. He was about to go out with his bowl in hand, as if he wanted to wash the dishes, but was stopped by the old man.

The old lady rubbed Jiang Ming's head lovingly, wiped Jiang Ming's mouth with her apron, then stood in front of Jiang Ming and pointed at Chen Ge.

Jiang Ming immediately understood what the old lady meant. He took Chen Ge's hand and happily prepared to run out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Ge knew that the old woman had no ill intentions. Judging from her actions just now, she must have told Jiang Ming that she was going to take Chen Ge to accomplish something.

Jiang Ming heard Chen Ge's voice with an innocent smile on his face. He quietly put his hand into his pocket as if he wanted to share his secret with others.

A moment later, Jiang Ming took out a snail shell from his pocket.

He held the snail shell carefully, as if it was the most precious treasure to him.