dramatic death

Chapter 62. Welcome to read memory information

At the moment when his eyes focused, Yintong almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

He seemed to hear another breath in the air that did not belong to him, and was slowly approaching the translucent door a few steps away.He sat on the toilet seat and stared at the black figure outside the door intently, and the other party leaned over the door, as if spying on his weak figure with dark eyes.

spy on its prey.

Yin Tong watched the tiny fingerprints on the frosted door gradually slide down, as if locking his spine through the cold door.

"elder brother?"

He heard a girl's soft voice coming from outside the door.

The black shadow dissipated in an instant, as if everything was Yin Tong's illusion.Opposite the translucent frosted door, a vague figure of a young girl appeared. She seemed to be still sitting in the previous position, with her head tilted, playing with the old rabbit in her arms.

Yin Tong heard her ask: "Brother, are you still okay?"

He exhaled slowly, and after reconfirming that there was no new information prompt on the white card, he got up and pushed open the door of the bathroom.

Yin Qing was still sitting on the rabbit sofa in the center of the room.

She raised her head with a big smiling face, held the hand of the rabbit in her arms, and greeted Yintong happily.

She is like a childish and willful Queen of Hearts, with her slender legs straightened, she uses bright red rabbit slippers to choose her playmates.Crayons of different colors were spread out on the thick plush carpet, and expensive paper was piled up casually. Yin Qing pouted and wobbled with the long-eared rabbit in her arms, lifting her small chin, A crayon buried under a fairy tale book was selected.

It was a bright red, very bright crayon.

Yin Tong looked at her holding up the picture book in her hand, raised her head and smiled.

"Brother, let's play a game!"

……

The "game" mentioned by the bottom boss is definitely not a serious "game".

Although Yin Tong was already mentally prepared when he sat down cross-legged, when he looked up and saw what Yin Qing drew, he couldn't help shivering.

On the rabbit sofa half a step away from him, the young girl drew a bright red outline of a rabbit with a crayon. She said, "Let's play a game."

"My brother will draw, and I will tell stories. Together, we can create a beautiful fairy tale for the little rabbit!"

Yin Qing held up her hands in a gesture of "Long Live!", and Yin Tong took the crayons and album she handed over, paused for a moment, and drew a slightly larger rabbit on the paper following her style of painting.

So he heard the girl say, "This is the first day in the story."

……

The little rabbit was born.

He came to this world covered in blood, and explored everything around him in a daze.

He didn't know who he was, and he didn't know what to do.He was locked in a transparent strange box, watching the shadows coming and going around him.

He is afraid.

Until a pair of hands hugged him.

It was a warm embrace.Perhaps it was not until a long time later that the little rabbit could learn to praise that embrace. He would use sunlight to describe its temperature, flowers to describe its fragrance, and all the beautiful things in the world to describe the feelings it brought him.

He will learn a word.

It's called "love".

……

"It's a pity that he will never realize it."

The girl's voice suddenly turned cold, Yin Tong didn't look up, but could feel the other party's gaze licking his fingertips holding the crayon inch by inch.

He tried his best to suppress the trembling, tilted the crayon in his hand, and drew a long horizontal line on the album.

Like someone's still heartbeat.

He heard the girl laugh.

"Because after that hug, the bunny was locked up in an empty house."

……

'Why put me here? The little rabbit raised its head and looked at those big, cold guys who were hugging him.

'What are we going to do now? The little rabbit lowered his head, counting the long grains of wood on the floor under his feet.

No sound will answer him.

He was like a little lunatic talking to himself, babbling on and on with no response.He sometimes burst into tears while talking, fell asleep crying, and continued telling himself stories when he woke up.

Maybe he really is a little madman.

There was a low flower wall behind that empty house, and the little rabbit would occasionally run out of the house and climb up the flower wall to watch the sun when the cold big guys were unsuspecting.

The picture book says that the surface of the sun has a high temperature of nearly 6000K. Little Rabbit doesn’t know what 6000K is, nor what high temperature is. He just thinks that scorching thing looks very bright, bright and warm. Maybe it’s the same as he once felt. like hugs.

He misses that hug.

He misses that hug all the time.

Occasionally, the little rabbit heard many strange voices on the flower wall. They said, "There is a crazy mistress living in the house" and "The mistress is raising a little lunatic who is autistic."At that time, the little rabbit will see a tall and thin figure appearing in the top room on the second floor of the house. She has long hair and a pair of smiling eyes.

The little rabbit wanted that person to hug him, and he felt that that person's embrace might be the same as the one he had experienced before.

However he was rejected.

No big, cold guy would take him anywhere near that room.They even changed the time for the little rabbit to read the picture book, changed the time for him to eat, and deprived him of the right to enjoy the sun.

During that long time, he even forgot what warmth is.Day after day, he curled up in the cold darkness, hugged his knees and opened his mouth to swallow the food fed by the big guys

He felt that one day he would become as cold and cold as them.

While he was terrified, he couldn't restrain a small expectation.

……

"It's said in the book that a person can't feel anything after death. But who knows if this sentence is true? This book wasn't written by a dead person."

Yin Tong heard the girl's immature voice.

She curled up on the rabbit sofa, hugged the gray long-eared rabbit tightly in her arms, looked at Yintong through the rabbit's ears with her dark eyes, and her flickering eye feathers were like a bunch of thin cicadas wing.

"What will happen after death?" Her voice was muffled behind the plush toy, with a vague sense of sleepiness. "After death, can you really feel nothing?"

……

Little Rabbit doesn't know.

He fantasizes about the appearance of the sun to the moon every night, and recalls the warmth he once felt in every cold embrace.He remembers that the children in the picture book have parents, and that there are still many happy places in this world, but he has never left this house, and has never seen the so-called parents.

'What are mom and dad? ' On a certain night, the little rabbit asked the big cold guy beside him, 'Do I have parents? '

That was the first time he heard the voice of a big guy. He was not as cold as he thought, but gentle as a piece of cold cake.

'You not only have mom and dad, but also an older brother. '

He heard such a voice coming from the big guy's body.

'You will have a perfect home. '

What is brother?

That was the first time the little rabbit came into contact with such novel words. He searched all the fairy tales on the bookshelf, looking for similar syllables word by word.

Then in the early morning of the next day, the sun brought a strange boy.

……

Yin Tong's crayon paused, he raised his head and looked at the young girl in front of him.

He saw the little girl smiling, and there was no trace of impurities in her dark eyes, as if she really thought it was a happy time.

"That morning, the little rabbit was woken up with a start," she said.

……

He heard a strange sound, spreading from downstairs to upstairs, someone kept shouting two overlapping words, it sounded like it was.

……

"Mom," Yin Qing said with a smile, "the little rabbit heard someone calling 'Mom'."

……

—Is it 'mother'?

The little rabbit thought so.

He got up from the bed and looked out desperately through the floor-to-ceiling windows that could not reveal a trace of light.The voice gradually faded away, and he followed the other party, constantly adjusting the direction in the room.

He heard the other party running up the stairs, heard light footsteps crossing his door, and heard the other party stop not far from the door, calling softly 'Mom'.

Then, he couldn't hear anything.

He fell asleep by the door.

That night he checked the fairy tale books on the bookshelf, and those black and white handwriting told him that the voice during the day might be his 'brother'.

For the first time he realized that he had an 'brother', the first time he realized that his 'brother' was real, a few hours ago, during the day when he couldn't move, he and his 'brother', maybe Just across a locked wooden door.

He has family.

That night the little rabbit jumped off the dining table, ran up the stairs, stepped on the dusty corridor, and pushed open the door of the room at the end of the second floor.He didn't have time to find out where the people in this room went, he didn't have time to think about the viscous liquid on the bed, and he didn't have time to smell the disgusting smell in the room.

All he saw was the long-eared rabbit lying on the ground.

……

"That was a gift from my brother."

Yin Qing said with a smile.

"So my brother will definitely come back."

Yintong sat cross-legged on the ground, silently looking into the girl's eyes.

For a moment, he wanted to reach out and hug the little girl in front of him.

So he spent nearly a minute reminding himself that he was still in the game scene of Hakoniwa Online, and spent three minutes suppressing the bitterness in his chest and the sourness that was about to block his throat.

He didn't know what to say.

He thought that maybe in the past, during the time when this memory was happening, the young Yintong would rush to hug his sister, maybe he would cry, maybe he wouldn't, but he must be like Like a real brother, he said to his sister.

"If there is a chance," Yintong paused, trying to reduce the remaining crying sound in his throat, "If possible, would Xiaoqing leave here with her brother?"

He looked into the girl's eyes and managed to squeeze out a slight smile.

However, Yin Qing held the long-eared rabbit and looked at him silently. There was no joy on her pale face, on the contrary, she was indifferent as if somewhat disappointed.

"Where is brother going?" Yin Qing asked.

"Brother wants to take Xiaoqing home." He replied.

"This is home," Yin Qing lowered her head, her voice was mixed with grievances, and the elongated ending was thin and harsh, "Where does brother want to go?! Is brother leaving us?!"

"No, I will take Yinqing with me."

"Then what will mother do!"

"That's not your mother at all!" Yin Tong roared.

He stood up suddenly, his mind was blank, he turned around the room twice like a rebellious teenager, then lowered his head and roared condescendingly: "That's not your mother at all! You How can you recognize that kind of thing as a mother! I will take you away, I will take you out of here. "

"I do not want!"

"Follow me!" Yin Tong grabbed Yin Qing's arm and pulled the little girl off the sofa.He didn't know where the strength came from, and there seemed to be something rampant and chaotic in his mind. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to think about his actions and actions. He grabbed Yin Qing's arm and walked out aggressively all the way. , completely ignoring the other party's protests and roars.

Yin Qing's screams echoed in the corridor, and the sound of crying made Yin Tong's heart pound.He heard the other party keep yelling "You are a bad person!" "Let go of me!!!"

She said: "How can you not have a mother! That is my only mother!"

Then a sharp pain exploded on Yintong's wrist, as if an electric current ran down his spine and crushed his brain, he heard a piercing scream hit his temple, and then something came from him Glittering in front of my eyes, I rolled down the long and narrow stairs.

There was a trail of blood on the old wooden steps.

He saw her young sister, twisted limbs, lying on the cold floor of the first floor.