Chapter 142 A Coin and a Popsicle
At the end of the corridor, the wall lamp, which was clearly out of power, was still flickering.
The wallpaper peeled off, revealing the mold-covered walls inside.
The old elevator started up on its own, and the rusty gears made a harsh grinding sound.
Except for the boy whose hair covered his eyes and whose arm was injured, the rest of the students hid behind Shen Wangshu.
Their hearts were pounding.
A child's voice rang out.
"Come find me quickly, come find me quickly, hahahaha."
The elevator door opened and a little boy ran out. He looked only six or seven years old.
He was jumping around, holding a plastic bag in his hand and throwing it into the air.
The little boy said, "Brother, I will ask my mother to buy you a basketball. Others have one too, so I want one too."
The little boy came closer and closer, and the boy with scars on his arms squatted down and made a hugging gesture.
But the little boy threw the garbage bag and passed through their bodies.
The boy immediately turned around and tried to push everyone away and chase after the little boy.
But he was stopped by Shen Wangshu.
Everyone, including Shen Wangshu, saw two lines of tears flowing down his face.
Shen Wangshu’s clear and cold voice rang out: “This is an illusion.”
Her words attracted everyone's attention.
Until Qu Mei's exclamation was heard.
They realized that the scene before them seemed to have changed.
The little boy and a man came out of the room.
The man's face could not be seen, and the little boy followed behind him cautiously and timidly.
They left the hotel.
Soon, they came back.
The little boy was carrying a suitcase with difficulty, holding a cheap popsicle in his hand.
They were the kind of handmade popsicles that old people would pull out of a foam box covered with a quilt, and they cost only a few cents each.
He had just started to have new teeth and there was a missing piece on his front tooth.
He smiled foolishly, perhaps because the weather was too hot, the popsicle melted and a few drops fell on the suitcase.
He subconsciously wiped it off with his hand and licked it dry.
As if afraid of being scolded, he quickly wiped the suitcase clean with his clothes.
The man also came out of the elevator carrying a black bag.
The black bag was heavy.
When the two met, the little boy stood straight as if he was scared of being beaten.
The man pushed open the door of the room.
I saw the little boy about to follow in with his suitcase.
The boy cried out in pain, "No."
He pushed everyone aside, chased after him, and pushed the door open with force.
The dilapidated door fell to the ground, splashing the dust on the ground with it.
In the room.
The illusion continues.
The man, a cigarette between his lips, took some money out of the little boy's pocket.
These are all small coins saved by children, and the largest one is only five yuan.
The man cursed: "You still have money to buy popsicles, but you don't know how to respect me."
The little boy tried to grab it: "This money is mine. I want to buy a basketball for my brother. Give it back to me, give it back to me."
The man lost his patience, grabbed the little boy's hair and slammed him into the wall.
one time.
Again.
The little boy was in great pain. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry out loud. He kept sobbing hard.
Despite this, he still wanted to get the money back.
His voice choked with sobs: "That was to buy a basketball for my brother, give it back to me."
Bang.
Again.
Blood oozed from the little boy's forehead.
The boy with scars on his arms tried to stop them, but his hands repeatedly pierced through the bodies of the two men.
He cried and wailed, "Please, don't hit my brother, please, I beg you."
Boys can't stop it.
The violence continues.
During the one-sided violence, the little boy only got back a coin.
The man dropped it accidentally.
The little boy carefully held the coin and the popsicle that was about to melt in his hand.
But he was kicked to the ground by the man, and the hot cigarette butt burned his arm.
The little boy couldn't help crying.
This sound seemed to coincide with the boy's crying.
The man thought the little boy was too noisy, so he kicked him in the head.
one time.
Again.
The little boy fainted.
He held a popsicle in one hand and a coin in the other, mumbling something, as if calling, "Brother."
The man walked to the table with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the black bag, and pulled out a kitchen knife from it.
The boy's eyes turned blood red and he wanted to step forward to stop the man.
"Daddy, I beg you, no, Daddy, Daddy."
No matter how much the boys screamed, the men couldn't hear them.
No matter how hard the boy tried to stop her, her hands kept passing through his body.
Finally, the boy knelt in front of Shen Wangshu and grabbed the corner of Shen Wangshu's clothes: "I beg you, please save my brother, I beg you."
Shen Wangshu said: “I can’t save him.”
The scene before their eyes reappeared.
A man was zipping up the suitcase, and through the gap, a pair of bloody hands could be vaguely seen.
The little hands were still tightly grasping a bloody small wooden stick and a coin.
The suitcase was completely zipped up, and the man smoked a cigarette, then pulled the suitcase and left the room.
then.
All dust returns to dust.
Earth returns to earth.
Qu Mei and Lu Haoguang were so scared that they hugged each other.
Liang Yi stood aside, with sadness and hope in his eyes.
Sheng Yangyan looked at Shen Wangshu, then at the boy crying on the ground. It seemed that he was the team leader, but now the team leader seemed to be replaced by someone else.
Shen Wangshu said, "Why don't you tell me your story?"
The boy was immersed in his own painful emotions, unable to hear or see anything. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were tearing his heart apart, making him suffer excruciating pain.
Unable to be seen by others, a white kitten walked up to the boy with graceful steps and opened its mouth.
Memories of his younger brother were revealed.
At school.
It was during school dismissal.
A boy of five or six years old stood on tiptoe, looking for his brother in the vast sea of students.
The boys, however, took advantage of the crowd and stood behind their classmates.
The classmate asked him: "Your brother."
The boy frowned: "He is not my brother."
"Of course not, they are from the same mother."
The boy looked disgusted and said, "Can you please stop talking?"
Everyone in the school knew that after his mother divorced, she gave birth to a child with another man. He was teased at school and told that his mother was dirty.
The boy hates his younger brother.
In the past, their mother would pick them up, but today she didn't have time, so she asked him to take his younger brother to grandma's house for lunch.
He doesn't want to, he hates this younger brother the most.
Every time I go to my grandmother's house, she treats my younger brother very well and doesn't even look at him.
The person he hates most in his life is his younger brother.
He said: "It would be better if he disappeared."
Then, his brother really disappeared.
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