Chapter 141
The logistics personnel on the other side of the intercom were in a panic, and there was a lot of noise. But after a long time, the other side did not pass on any useful information.
As the sky brightened, the city's power supply was restored as promised, and everything seemed to be back on track.
Coleman asked absentmindedly, "Can't find it?"
The man in black looked at them and said in an ambiguous tone: "Are you anxious?"
Lu Jiamu immediately replied: "As a legal resident of this city, we suddenly know that there is a potential danger around us, so of course we are anxious."
The man in black nodded, as if he had no other thoughts at all, and said in a serious official tone: "Don't worry too much. Protecting the safety of citizens is our duty."
The three of them waited for a while, and seeing that the pursuit of the monster seemed to have reached a bottleneck, they started talking about Wei Xiaoyan's family moving into the mountains.
"You want to go into the mountains to look for her?" The man in black seemed a little interested when he heard them talking about his companions again. "But we still have things to do. We can't spend all our time in the mountains. We may not be able to help you much."
After he finished speaking, he called a team member by name and said, "Let him take his equipment and go with you. You must protect him well. ... Can you protect him well?"
Kou Man originally thought that it would be safer for three people to act together, but when she saw that Lu Jiamu and Yu Leng had not slept all night and looked sick and listless, and that the first exploration into the mountains might take a long time without much gain, she took back her words.
"I can do it alone." Coleman looked at the other two people, "You go home and look after the child first."
Although the little boy seemed to be well behaved, it was a bit unsettling to leave him alone at home all night.
"good."
The man in black didn't think there would be much danger in the forest, and he fully recognized Kou Man's ability, so he nodded and said, "Be careful on the road."
After receiving the instructions, the team member took a remote-controlled drone and an equipment bag and followed her into the forest.
Once in the woods, the team released a drone to assist with vision.
Lu Jiamu and Yu Leng watched them go away, said hello to the base personnel, and left the dam.
When I returned to Coleman's house, the little boy was still wrapped tightly in his raincoat, sitting obediently in the corner watching TV.
Seeing the two people coming back, he was both expectant and nervous. He clenched his raincoat tightly with his little hands, but did not speak.
As soon as Yu Leng entered the house, he felt exhausted and wanted to collapse on the bed immediately.
Lu Jiamu still remembered the story of the little boy.
The time they stay in this world is very limited. They may leave in the next two days. It is impossible for them to take care of the little boy for the rest of their lives.
If they couldn't find a home for the little boy before they left, he might have no choice but to be caught again when they left.
Lu Jiamu grabbed Yu Leng and said, "Let's solve his problem first."
Yu Leng said weakly: "Let me rest for a while, I haven't slept all night..."
"Sitting is also considered resting."
Yu Leng was puzzled: "You can't be so anxious and care about him so much, right? It's not like you at all."
Lu Jiamu turned around and looked at him with a smile, but said nothing.
I always feel that if a conflict breaks out now, the other party might jump up and hit me. Anyway, I will never let him sleep peacefully.
Although the opponent is now lame, in such a small space, his lameness does not seem to have much impact on his fighting performance.
Yu Leng felt uneasy when he was being looked at, and he began to waver. In the end, he was pulled back and pressed on the sofa, facing the little boy: "I just think we can take it slowly, there is no need to rush today."
Seeing that he cooperated, Lu Jiamu quickly turned around and asked the little boy about some daily situations, asking him to recall as many details of his past life as possible. He tried to stimulate the boy's memory through more questions and help him recall more.
However, half an hour later, the little boy still knew nothing and could not remember anything about himself.
Lu Jiamu said helplessly but gently: "If you can't remember anything, we can't help you. That bad uncle doesn't want you to go back and won't tell us anything. You can only rely on yourself."
After hearing this, the little boy burst into tears and started crying again.
"Think about it again."
The little boy was still crying innocently, unable to say anything useful.
Lu Jiamu gave Yu Leng a look of encouragement. Yu Leng could only force himself to read the boy's memory again without complaint.
The little boy's mind was still in a mess, and he didn't have much memory of the past. The most clear thing Yu Leng could see was still just an orphanage with a cross hanging on it.
After they thought about it for a while, they felt that it would be better for Yu Leng to show the picture to others instead of just saying what he saw.
Yu Leng confidently picked up the paper and pen and started drawing.
He started out painting realistically, but everything quickly became abstract, and it was obvious that he was not a skilled painter.
In the end, with a sad face, he showed the underworld painting with seriously unbalanced proportions and many inexplicable lines to the other two people.
Lu Jiamu had already seen through his shortcomings and had no expectations of him, and now he felt nothing after seeing it. Although the little boy thought his paintings were not good-looking, he did not dare to say it.
Lu Jiamu looked at it carefully for a moment, then pointed his finger at the disproportionately proportioned building and the messy lines he had drawn with a pencil: "Does this have any special meaning? Did you draw them because you wanted to express that it was dark at the time?"
That's unnecessary. The graffiti almost covers the entire building.
Yu Leng shook his head: "It doesn't seem so. Anyway... it's gray, but it doesn't look like it's dark. But I just vaguely saw it, not understood it."
Anyway, he did draw what he saw. After Yu Leng finished his presentation, he stood up and walked towards the bedroom listlessly: "It's so uncomfortable to stay up all night. I'm just a patient. I want to rest for a while..."
Lu Jiamu didn't stop him this time, and asked the little boy's opinion first: "Do you feel familiar with it?"
Although the drawing was ugly and sloppily done, the little boy vaguely felt as if he had some impression of this scene in his memory and nodded hesitantly.
Lu Jiamu picked up the eraser: "Can you tell me where it is that makes you feel familiar?"
The little boy glanced at Lu Jiamu, then whispered about the characteristics of the orphanage as he remembered it.
Lu Jiamu stayed with the little boy patiently, and made corrections on the paper as he said. After using an eraser to erase the confusing lines drawn by Yu Lengkuang, the features of the welfare home became a little clearer.
Lu Jiamu touched the little boy's head and told him to go back and continue watching TV. He then added a few more strokes to the picture and took a picture of it with his mobile phone.
He was new to the place and unfamiliar with the surroundings, so he couldn't make any connections with the architectural features, but perhaps he could ask for help from someone who was familiar with these things.
Now they all want to take a break and it is not convenient for them to go out immediately. But they can still seek help online.
Lu Jiamu flipped through his phone and found a local forum with the largest amount of traffic. He made up a title: [The kindergarten teacher asked us to draw a "house", and my nephew drew a haunted house. Can you help me figure out what this means? ]
He pasted the eerie, somewhat confusing, and slightly childish picture on top:
[Most of the other children drew things like blue sky, white clouds, small houses, etc., but my nephew drew something like this. I thought it was a bit unlucky and worried that he had some psychological problems. I asked him why he wanted to draw something different from other children, and he insisted that this was his home.
Did the child lie or did he encounter something dirty?
I was quite panicked, wondering if the kids had sneaked off to play house and that's why it's like this. Is there a place like this in the city? 】
After the post was sent, I received a reply quickly: [Your nephew is very talented in painting. ]
[Paintings can reflect a person's state of mind. If he draws like this, he may have a mental problem. He may even be a pervert. Please send your nephew to the hospital. The sooner he gets involved, the sooner he will recover. Otherwise, you will have a lot of sorrow in the future.]
Lu Jiamu waited for a while, and a few netizens replied, but they were all meaningless content, such as fortune-telling advertisements, or simple spam posts.
There is nothing particularly attractive about such simple content. In such a high-traffic forum, after the first few comments, the post quickly fell into oblivion.
Lu Jiamu hadn't slept all night. Seeing that he hadn't gained anything, he turned off his phone and went into the bedroom.
Posting the same content on too many forums can easily get you caught.
The two of them slept until the afternoon, and were woken up by hunger because they hadn't eaten.
Lu Jiamu opened his eyes, without much sleepiness in them, and immediately picked up his phone to check.
While they were sleeping, a few more people responded to the post, pushing it up a few times.
Among the meaningless nonsense, there was a comment with a special style: [Did the child see something when he went out? By the way, everyone, do you know that there was a Saint No. 32 in South City...]
The following text was folded because it had too many words.
But the other person's tone made it clear that he was about to tell a horror story.
Lu Jiamu took a quick look and clicked on the reply, only to find that the post had been deleted.
While Lu Jiamu applied to restore the post, he also posted another post in the forum to explain the post that had just been deleted, hoping that the person who obviously wanted to tell a ghost story would come in and expand on it.
But this time, there was no response and the post was deleted directly.
Someone is watching the forum, probably because they don't want anyone else to discuss the gossip about a certain location.
But if someone saw the painting and wanted to tell a ghost story using a place in South City, the message was clear enough.
Lu Jiamu patted Yu Leng, who was still trying to endure hunger and go back to sleep, and said, "Let's go out for a meal and take a walk."
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