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Chapter 176 Don't You Like These Toys?

After passing the ticket check, Ji Siwei took the elevator down to the waiting platform on the ground according to the instructions.

An old blue and white train is parked on the track, and the steward guides the passengers in an orderly manner on the platform.

These flight attendants all wore the same uniform, with work badges around their necks, no names, only a serial number.

Ji Siwei entered the No. 15 carriage and found the corresponding position on the ticket.

This is a ticket.

The seats on the train face each other, and there are three positions in a row. The back of the seat cannot be adjusted in angle, making it very uncomfortable to sit on.

The facilities in the carriage are simple and there is no aesthetic feeling to speak of. There are not many passengers in this carriage, and they are all busy packing their luggage.

There was no one around, Ji Siwei sat by the window and looked out the window.

The fog is thicker than before, and the visible range is very small, and the outlines of some big trees can be vaguely seen.

There seemed to be quite a few vague black shadows walking in the mist, and they didn't know what they were.

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor was heard in the carriage, and Ji Siwei smelled a very strong scent of perfume, which was rose.

A woman in a black dress led a seven or eight-year-old boy and dragged a large suitcase to Ji Siwei's side.

The woman was in her thirties, wearing a black silk dress that showed her figure, her hair was tied into a bun, and she was wearing an elegant black hat. The black gauze on the brim of the hat half covered her eyebrows and eyes.

She wore delicate makeup and wore a pair of black gloves that reached to her forearm.

The smell of perfume emanated from her body.

The little boy was very handsome, with big eyes and spirit, dressed like a little gentleman.

They were out of place in this modest carriage.

"Zaizai, you sit in first." The woman let go of the little boy's hand and let him sit opposite to Ji Siwei, then turned to look at Ji Siwei, and asked politely: "Hello, can you help put the suitcase on the luggage rack?" up there?"

"Yes." Ji Siwei placed the eight-tailed cat in the empty seat next to him, put away the table in the middle, and lifted the suitcase with the woman.

When Ji Siwei lifted the suitcase, he heard a strange crashing sound, it was sticky and dull.

The box is very heavy and I don't know what's in it.

When checking tickets on the second floor, a grandfather told Ji Siwei that everyone can only bring their favorite things on the bus. In other words, their luggage is all their obsession in this life.

From this point of view, this woman has a lot of obsession.

Although it was not difficult to lift the suitcase, the suitcase was too big and exceeded the height of the luggage rack. Ji Siwei put the suitcase on the ground and said softly, "The suitcase is too big to fit in."

"Thank you, just put it in the aisle." The woman said, moved the suitcase to the aisle, rearranged the table, and sat down next to the little boy.

As soon as Ji Siwei sat down, the eight-tailed cat jumped onto his lap, nestled in a comfortable position, and let out a comfortable "meow~".

After the woman took her seat, the passengers in the carriage all cast strange glances.

Ji Siwei felt like he was on his back, and glanced at them, and the passengers looked away unnaturally, looking for something to do.

The atmosphere is so weird.

"Brother, can I touch your meow?" The little boy stood up, put his hands on the table, and looked at the eight-tailed cat.

His big smart eyes looked at Ji Siwei expectantly. Although his face was a little pale, he was as cute as soft cotton candy.

It's hard to refuse such a look, Ji Siwei rolled his eyes and said, "Ask Miaomiao to see if she agrees."

The little boy lay half of his body on the table, and smiled sweetly at the eight-tailed cat: "Meow, can I touch you? I will be very gentle."

The eight-tailed cat couldn't resist the smile, jumped onto the table and lay down.

He looked like he was lying flat and letting himself be touched.

The little boy touched the head of the eight-tailed cat carefully, and buried his whole face on the eight-tailed cat's stomach: "It's so soft, slippery and cute..."

Eight-tailed cat: "..." Human cubs are really scary.

The little boy tilted his head to look at the eight-tailed cat, and suddenly remembered something, and put his small backpack on the table: "Meow, these are my babies, shall we play together?"

The little boy didn't expect to hear the cat answer him, so he unzipped the backpack directly.

The eight-tailed cat didn't know what it saw, and suddenly let out a scream, its hair exploded, and quickly threw itself into Ji Siwei's arms.

All "people" were startled by this sudden situation, the carriage fell silent, and the passengers watched them silently.

The little boy didn't seem to notice the abnormality, and asked innocently: "Meow, don't you like these toys?"

"Ugh-"

The whistle sounded, and the train started slowly, making a "clang clang" sound.

The little boy lowered his head and took out the "babies" in the backpack one by one.

A pair of wooden puzzles, a Lego block, a picture book, and a plush doll.

What makes people uncomfortable is that these things are all stained with crimson blood.

That picture book was especially serious, as if it had been fished out of a pool of blood, the paper was swollen and wrinkled, and it couldn't see its original appearance.

The eight-tailed cat obviously didn't like these toys very much, and jumped onto Ji Siwei's shoulder, his green eyes were full of wariness.

"These are my favorite things... It's a pity that Miaomiao doesn't like it..."

There was a bit of frustration in the little boy's voice. He picked up the blood-stained picture book and handed it to Ji Siwei: "Brother, can you read this story to me?"

The cover was crumpled and covered with thick blood stains, and even the name could not be read clearly.

Ji Siwei didn't answer, and said with a calm expression: "Little friend, this book is wet and needs to be dried before it can be used."

The little boy pursed his lips, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was steam in his eyes: "Brother, I want to hear a story."

Ji Siwei had a headache.

It is very troublesome for a child to cry.

Ji Siwei didn't want to touch the blood picture book at all, so he slowed down and said, "Then tell me, what is the name of this story, can I tell you?"

"This story is called..." The little boy blinked, held back his tears, and slowly said four words: "The juniper tree."

The woman in the black skirt sat on the seat from the beginning to the end without changing her movements, but now she adjusted her posture, propped her chin with one hand, and looked at Ji Siwei.

There was no expression on her face, but Ji Siwei felt that she was sneering.

Ji Siwei was deeply impressed by the story of "The Juniper Tree".

When he was in elementary school, Nan Yuebai came to his house to play and brought a book with this story in it.

The young and ignorant Nan Yuebai was so frightened that he couldn't sleep at night after reading it. This story is still a shadow of his childhood.

This is a dark fairy tale.

In the story, the little boy's mother died after giving birth to him. His stepmother murdered him and boiled his body into soup for his father to drink.

The sister who had witnessed all this picked up the boy's bones, wrapped them in a handkerchief, and buried them under a juniper tree. Later, the boy turned into a bird.

The passengers in the carriage began to whisper, but Ji Siwei didn't catch a word.

"Brother, can I tell you other stories?" It is really inappropriate to read dark fairy tales to such a young child. Ji Siwei gave him a choice of several relatively positive stories: "Little Red Riding Hood? The Little Prince? Alice in Wonderland? Do you want to hear it?" which one?"

The little boy shook his head: "I don't even want to hear it, I just want to hear the story of the juniper tree."

It looks like I'm going to cry if you don't tell me.

There was really nothing to do with the child Ji Siwei, so he had to compromise, and said slowly: "This happened a long time ago, about 2000 years ago..."

Ji Siwei's voice was deep and sweet, with a magnetic ending, and he was very attractive when he read the story meticulously.

The carriage was very quiet, not only the little boy was listening with gusto, but all the passengers were listening carefully.

At the end of "The Juniper Tree," the boy turned into a bird stones his vicious stepmother to death.

Hearing this, the passengers started whispering again.

Ji Siwei said: "After reading the story, you can play with other toys."

The little boy stared into Ji Siwei's eyes, shook his head seriously, and said nonchalantly, "No, no."

Ji Siwei was frightened by the little boy's stare: "What's wrong?"

The little boy put his toys back into the backpack one by one, leaving only the blood-stained picture book: "My brother was wrong in the end. It was not the stone mill that killed the stepmother, but the mother."

Of course Ji Siwei believed in his own memory, and said with certainty: "The little boy's mother passed away after giving birth to him."

As if he didn't hear what he said, the little boy smiled on his own. The little boy's smile was very pure, which made his already pretty face even more lovable.

His pale hands patted the picture book on the table, and the little boy said with a smile: "Mom chopped my stepmother into many pieces with an ax... After Dad came back, Mom chopped Dad into many pieces, and then put them together. Put it in the suitcase."

Ji Siwei frowned, always felt that the tone and tone of the little boy's narration were a bit strange.

A thought flashed through his mind quickly, and Ji Siwei's spine felt chills. He suddenly realized that what the little boy was telling was not the story inside the juniper tree, but his own story.

Ji Siwei looked at the suitcase on the aisle.

The suitcase is black and looks very ordinary.

He remembered the weird, chaotic thud when he lifted the suitcase, like it was filled with a lot of sticky...

There seemed to be something wrong with the train, and it bumped up without warning, and the black suitcase slid down to the side of his row of seats under Ji Siwei's suspicious gaze.

The woman in the black dress chuckled: "Please, can you help me move the suitcase back?"

A viscous red liquid oozed from the bottom of the suitcase, dripping continuously on the ground.

Thinking of what was inside, Ji Siwei felt even more uncomfortable.

The woman in the black skirt didn't get a response, so she asked again: "Can you please help me move the suitcase back?"

Ji Siwei raised his eyes and said coldly, "I refuse."

The author has something to say: The "juniper tree" mentioned in the article is a story in Grimm's fairy tales. If you are interested, you can search it