【I like him and I will write to him often. 】
[If he comes to play with me later, I can give him candy, nice-looking candy wrapped in plastic.]
[He can read stories, right? I like listening to stories, especially fairy tales. Although I know that fairy tales are all lies for children, I just like them. I want him to read them to me.]
[It would be nice if he could play some instrument, like a flute, a tambourine, or a merkle, anything, as long as he could play one of them. I like listening to music and singing, so it would be nice if I could sing along with him.]
[I'm looking forward to meeting him. I've prepared some fruits and candies and am waiting for him to come...]
【……】
These are just records. "He" should be a friend of the graffiti artist, and the two have not actually met.
There is nothing special or noteworthy about the content.
But the strange thing is that on this wall, these paragraphs about "him" are repeated over and over again, as if crazy. The fonts are like ants, crowding the two-person-high wall from top to bottom, leaving no gaps at all, which can make people with trypophobia feel numb.
Su Mingan took a quick look and saw at least a dozen repeated sentences. Their traces were deep and shallow, as if they were written at different times. The graffiti artist must have come here many times, and he copied the same sentences repeatedly every time, embedding each word in every corner of the wall.
...So weird.
It turns out that there are also mentally ill people in the dome.
"If this is not an oracle, there is nothing I can do." Zhou Lili's voice came from behind.
"Is there anything special about this underground passage?" Su Mingan asked.
Zhu Lili shook her head, and this shaking of her head seemed to involve some wound.
She took a few heavy breaths, and after showing him a way to leave, she passed out again.
Judging from the situation, she really won't live long. The damage Noel caused her was too severe, and even the blood bottle couldn't save her.
Her original plan was to self-immolate on the eighth day of the war, but now her death has been brought forward.
Su Mingan chose to leave. Since he couldn't find the oracle in the underground passage, he could only go up first.
He walked for a while and found a path extending upwards. As he went up, he saw a wooden board blocking the way. He could climb up by lifting the board.
He did not rashly lift the wooden board. Although Zhu Lili said that this exit was not within the scope of the First Tribe and was outside the wall, it should not have been blocked by Feng Chang and others. However, he did not trust Zhu Lili and was afraid that she was lying to him.
He leaned against the wooden board, listening to the noise above.
There were actually people above, a man and a woman chatting.
"...Look, this is the clothes I sewed today. Does it look good?" This is the voice of a middle-aged woman.
"Alas." The man did not reply to her, but sighed.
"Are you still worried?" the woman asked.
"The elders should have discovered our intention to escape. We should get as far away from the First Tribe as possible." The man seemed to light a pipe: "Shanshan, follow me, do you regret it?"
"There's no such thing as not regretting it later." The woman said, "You are my husband, I can't abandon you. The tribe wants to throw our child into the lava. If I don't follow you, do I still obey the tribe's arrangement?"
"This damn succession ceremony..." The man gritted his teeth. "There is actually a custom of throwing children into the magma for sacrifice. Such a bad habit should not exist at all. This time we left the First Tribe under the pretext of taking our son out to investigate the surrounding area, but our daughter is still in the tribe..."
“They won’t embarrass a little girl, right? After all, we’ve already left.” The woman said softly, “We… can only flee first and find a chance to pick her up later. Where’s our son? Why hasn’t he come back yet? We have to stay away from the First Tribe tonight.”
Su Mingan listened to the sound.
Through the gap, he saw that it was a civilian bungalow. From this angle he could see the closed wooden door, but he could not see the man and woman who were talking. They seemed to be sitting on the other side of the room.
They should be a couple and this is their residence.
From listening to their conversation, it seemed that their children would be thrown into the lava during the succession ceremony, so they fled from the First Tribe and lived in this house.
I wonder if they know that there is an entrance to an underground passage under this room.
However, Zhu Lili did not lie to him. This entrance was really not within the scope of the First Tribe, and it had not been blocked yet. He could go out from here.
Just as he was about to go out, he heard the door open and a young black-haired boy walked in with a lamp in his hand.
"Son, why did you come back so late? We still have to travel tonight." asked the woman.
"There was an old man lying on the roadside, and I helped him to the nearest clinic." The young boy said with a smile.
"Yes, you must remember that we have to take responsibility for taking care of the weak in this way..." The woman touched his head, her voice full of majesty. Their status in the First Tribe seemed to be quite high, and they left the tribe only to escape the lava ceremony.
But after hearing what the young boy said, the man began to tremble.
"...Not good." He realized something, stood up immediately, and grabbed the woman and her son: "Let's go! That old man must be a trap!"
"What?"
"The elders suddenly discovered this place, I sensed it... No! They are so fast!" The man just said this when he heard a bang at the door and someone was kicking it.
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