It still needs to be observed.

Lin Mo just stood there and continued watching.

The little boy was still arranging the building blocks seriously, and seemed not to notice anyone coming in.

Once again, he confirmed that the little boy was the only one in the room.

In other words, this little boy is most likely the owner of House No. 133.

Next, Lin Mo focused on observing the little boy.

There was no trace of life on the other person, and it was obvious that he was dead in the real world. Apart from that, nothing else could be seen. Perhaps a child of this age did not know what was happening.

Still playing carefree.

On the cartoon floor mat over there, besides the large pile of building blocks that were almost ready, there were also many other toys, such as balloons, plastic cars, and some small, crudely made rubber dolls that looked like street vendor goods.

On a small wooden table next to it, there were some papers with drawings on them.

Lin Mo walked over slowly.

Perhaps he heard footsteps, the little boy looked up at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was slightly stunned.

He thought he would see a very scary face. After all, most nightmares have nothing to do with being good-looking. They are just scary and weird.

But this little boy has a chubby face, very cute.

It's just like a living person.

"Uncle, is my dad back?"

The little boy asked in a baby voice.

After Lin Mo confirmed that there was no danger, he sat on the small wooden stool next to him and asked softly, "Is your father out?"

The little boy nodded: "Dad has to work and make money. I'm waiting for him to come back. Uncle, have you seen my dad?"

Of course, Lin Mo didn't know how to answer this question.

Could this be the commission from the owner of the cabin?

Lin Mo didn't want to deceive the child, but fortunately he had rich experience in dealing with children.

If you encounter a question you don't know the answer to, change the subject immediately.

Children can be easily led astray.

"Hey, did you draw this? It's really beautiful..." Lin Mo picked up a colored pencil drawing on the small table and began to praise it.

Sure enough, the little boy was led astray.

"Is it really beautiful? I drew it for my dad, but he is too busy and never has time to look at it." The little boy came over and pointed at the colored pencil drawing and asked, "Uncle, can you see what I drew?"

"This..." Lin Mo expressed his concern about the five-year-old child's painting ability. He probably had never learned it, so his painting was very abstract.

God knows what that mess is.

"Uncle, guess it and see if it's right." Lin Mo said as he tried to find some patterns on the paper that was almost scribbled on.

"Okay, uncle, if you guess right, you will be rewarded. If you guess wrong, you will be punished..." As soon as the little boy finished speaking, Lin Mo felt something was wrong.

He actually felt a sense of danger.

A real sense of crisis.

Lin Mo has experienced many real dangerous moments, so he is no stranger to this feeling.

I looked around the room and nothing seemed to have changed. But at this moment, my heart felt like there was a sword hanging over it, and I would die if I wasn't careful.

"Fuck, this little guy is serious!"

Lin Mo felt that he had underestimated his opponent. He originally wanted to change the subject and casually asked about a painting, but he ended up causing trouble.

It would be fine if I guessed right, but if I guessed wrong, I might not be able to bear the punishment the little boy mentioned.

Did the little boy do it on purpose or unintentionally? Was he treacherous or innocent? He stared at the little boy for a while.

Lin Mo felt that this little boy really knew nothing.

It doesn't seem like he's pretending.

"Oh, those building blocks over there are so beautiful, let me go and take a look..."

"Uncle, you haven't guessed it yet. Can't you guess it? Then you have to admit defeat and accept the punishment..."

"No, no, no, I guess, there is no way my uncle can't guess it." Lin Mo found that this trick was not working. Just at that moment, he felt an extremely terrifying oppressive force.

It's a matter of life and death.

This needs to be taken seriously.

Although Lin Mo did not let his guard down from beginning to end, who could have known that he would fall into the trap after talking to the kid? Moreover, it seemed a bit troublesome to get off the car after getting in.

Now you have to guess the picture.

And it has to be guessed.

Lin Mo looked carefully at the painting in his hand.

To be honest, the lines are messy and there is no particular feature. It looks a bit like a person. No, that's not right. People definitely don't have tails, and their ears are so long.

Wait, it has long ears and a long tail.

Is it a rabbit? Lin Mo thinks it is very likely, but if it is a rabbit, then this rabbit looks too ugly, simply, indescribable.

At this time, the little boy couldn't wait any longer.

Children always have little patience.

"Uncle, have you guessed it? I'll count to five. If you can't guess it, you lose."

"three"

"two"

Lin Mo suddenly felt that this little guy was not cute anymore. He said to count from five, but the result was three, two, and one.

Is this little guy’s math teacher the butcher?

"I guess this should be a rabbit?" Lin Mo had no choice but to give the most likely answer based on the few clues in the abstract painting.

"Uncle, you guessed it right." The little boy clapped his hands, as if he was happier than if he had guessed it right. Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

The sense of danger in my heart dissipated.

It is conceivable that if he had not guessed correctly just now, the outcome would have been very troublesome.

"Uncle, here's a reward for you." The little boy took out a piece of individually wrapped candy from his pocket. Lin Mo took it and saw that it seemed to be an animal-shaped chocolate.

Lin Mo immediately thought of the piece of chocolate that the coffin bearer had given him.

It can neutralize the negative effects of curse attacks.

An idea popped up in Lin Mo's mind.

Could it be that the chocolate in the coffin bearer's hand was given by the little boy?

"Come on, uncle, guess this one. It's my favorite." The little boy picked up another painting from the table and showed it to Lin Mo.

Coming again?

Lin Mo immediately felt that the danger from before was approaching again.

The terrible pressure makes it hard to breathe.

"Uncle has guessed it right once. How about we try something else?" Lin Mo tried to fool the five-year-old boy, but the boy was not fooled at all.

"Uncle, after you guess this time, let's play something else."

"Well, okay." Lin Mo had no choice but to stare at this soul painting that also looked like a ghost painting.

But this time, Lin Mo also learned his lesson.

"The color here is good, and the lines there are okay, but it's still a little too little. It would look better if there were more." Lin Mo lied to delay time.

Anyway, children have no concept of time, so Lin Mo needs more time to analyze the features of the painting.

Otherwise, who can tell what is painted in this picture?

(End of this chapter)