Chapter 2042: 2042 Horror Atmosphere

"There used to be a man named Malcolm who worked with children." There was a hint of pain in Malcolm's calm voice, as if dancing wildly on the tip of a knife, calm and beautiful, but blood dripping.

"He likes this job." There was a faint smile on the corner of Malcolm's mouth, bitter but enthusiastic, this kind of contradictory emotion bloomed on the edge of those thin lips, "He loves this job more than other Everything." The strong and calm emotion was full of tension, and it was transmitted to Cole's ears through the voice, which made Cole slowly turn his head and look at Malcolm again, and then he saw the pair of eyes full of Tired amber eyes.

"Then one night, he found out that he had mistreated a child..." At this point, Malcolm closed his lips slightly and paused for half a second. Even if it was only less than half a second, it could make people understand Feeling the wanton turbulence of his inner emotions, "He can't help that child." That kind of pain is like the devil's teeth and claws, like a quiet night, everything seems to be without any ups and downs, without any waves, but under the night The raging wild dance can't hide his deeds.

These two simple sentences caused Cole's pupils to dilate slightly, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

"He blames himself, and he can't forget..." The almost whispering voice carried a bitter smile, as if laughing at the cowardice and helplessness of "Malcolm", but also seemed to be laughing at his own paleness and Powerless, "everything has changed since then. He is no longer the same person as before, and his wife..."

There seemed to be some choking in Malcolm's voice, and the voice almost disappeared in his throat, but he squeezed it out with all his strength, "I don't like him now." Malcolm could feel the inquiry in Cole's eyes, There seemed to be a little bit of sympathy, he wasn't sure, but even just such a small possibility made his heart burn, he couldn't help lowering his eyes slightly, avoiding Cole's sight, and then turned around in embarrassment. He turned his head and looked to the side, hiding his inner timidity and fear, "They stopped talking, just like strangers."

Silence, a long silence, those two simple sentences seemed to have consumed all of Malcolm's courage and strength, he slowly pinched his right hand finger, bit by bit he used his fingertips to outline the arc of the nail, The pain in his eyes slowly sank into the depths of his heart, like a whale diving into the bottom of the sea, "Then one day, Malcolm met a little boy, a wonderful and cool little boy..."

Cole's chest rose and fell slightly, as if he realized what "Malcolm" and "a boy" in the story meant, a faint smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, but the stretched eyebrows indicated the joy in his heart.

"This kid reminds me of that kid." Malcolm summoned up his courage, this time he didn't avoid Cole's gaze, despite the pain, suffering, and struggle, he still met Cole's gaze, "Marco Mu decided to help this child. Because..." Malcolm's voice suddenly paused, as if a powerful fear had choked his throat, but he insisted on continuing, as if breaking free from the shackles of fate, "Because he felt that if he helped this child, it would be tantamount to...saving the previous child."

Malcolm's voice gradually weakened again, almost disappearing from his lips. The pain and struggle rolled between his brows, and the helplessness and despair of powerlessness made him dodge his sight in embarrassment—because his The eye sockets were a little warm, and Cole's face was blurred by the hazy water mist.

Cole was a little anxious, and asked in the same breathy voice, "How does this story end?" He looked at Malcolm hopefully, eager to get a hopeful answer from him.

Malcolm lowered his head slightly, and shook his chin slightly, "I don't know." The light voice was afraid of disturbing the butterflies on his fingertips, but when he looked at Cole again, there was a hint of shallowness in his eyes. The shining light seemed to throw all hope in Cole's hands.

The heavy weight made Cole's eyes start to tremble violently, he lowered his pupils hesitantly, and the flustered pupils implied that he was in a struggle, but Malcolm's sincerity and fragility made him ruthless in the end. He closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath, then raised his eyes to look at Malcolm in front of him, and said in a whisper, "I want to tell you my secret now."

Malcolm looked at Cole quietly, neither too excited nor too excited, just looked at Cole calmly, the halo in those amber eyes was like sunlight, dazzling but not dazzling, warm but warm. not hot. Time and space seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment, Malcolm's mouth slightly outlined a shallow arc, and said softly, "Okay."

The trusting eyes seemed to give Cole infinite courage, but even so, he lowered his eyes again and kept adjusting his breathing. The water vapor in his eyes spread, magnifying his helplessness and fear countless times. It was clearly displayed in front of Malcolm's eyes, which made Malcolm hold his breath and suppressed all his emotions. Then, Malcolm saw Cole's eyes raised again, mustering courage Looking at herself, those deep eyes seemed to be shouting with all her might: Help me.

Malcolm heard Cole's words that were almost dissipated in the air, "I can see dead people."

Malcolm only felt his muscles stiffen for a moment, but he still kept his expression calm, as if Cole was just talking about something normal, and asked softly, "Is it in a dream?" Cole was terrified Shaking his head emphatically, as if the whole person was curled up in the quilt, "When you were awake?" Cole's rapid breathing caused the oxygen in the air to decrease rapidly, and Malcolm could feel his heart beating again. accelerate.

However, Malcolm tried his best to maintain his composure, his slightly frowning brow relaxed slightly, and he continued to ask in a conversational tone, "A dead person, is it like being in a tomb or a coffin?"

The tears of fear in Cole's eyes could no longer be sustained, and slowly fell down. He shook his head vigorously, "They walked around like ordinary people." This made Malcolm's eyes stiff for a moment, and he began to He still tried his best to maintain his calm, "They can't see each other, they can only see what they want to see, they don't know they are dead..." Cole's watery eyes began to disintegrate, The kind of deep-seated fear is like the collapse of the world.

Malcolm caught the emotion in Cole's eyes, which made his pupils tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but slightly pursed his lips, "How often do you see them?" Although Malcolm thinks that there are no What Cole saw was just a hallucination, but at this time he didn't want to disturb Cole. More importantly, he finally realized the meaning of Vincent's words: why Vincent kept saying he was scared, why did Vincent Center has been waiting for his help, and like Cole, they both face the same problem - a problem that is simply unacceptable and incomprehensible to others, and their only hope is Malcolm, but ...He let Vincent down.

This kind of truth almost completely defeated all of Malcolm's psychological defenses. It was indeed his fault that Vincent went to despair, it was indeed his fault, because he never really understood Vincent—it was just simple and rude. He believes that Vincent has no way to get out of the shadow of his parents' divorce. It was he who missed the best chance to save Vincent, and he let go of Vincent's hand calling for help.

Malcolm's eye sockets also had a faint glint of water, but he couldn't show it in front of Cole, which made Malcolm grit his teeth tightly, trying to maintain his calm and professionalism. However, that slightly trembling voice revealed his truest emotions.

"All the time..." Cole's eyes were completely red, and tears fell slowly like this, "They are in every corner." This made Malcolm completely stiff in place. Feeling the fear, he couldn't help begging softly, "You won't tell anyone my secret, will you?"

Malcolm shook his head immediately, "No, I promise." The firm tone did not match the faint light in his eyes at all.

Cole was as fragile as a balloon fluttering in the sea breeze, "Leave when I fall asleep, okay?"

Malcolm looked at Cole's eyes, and he was like Cole's only life-saving rope. The collapse in despair made him stop breathing for an instant, but immediately, his eyes became extremely firm, unprecedentedly firm . He has missed Vincent, this time, he will never let go of Cole's hand.

"Of course." Malcolm said firmly.

This made Cole slightly relieved. His small cheeks were covered with tears, and he still had lingering fear, but he gradually calmed down because of Malcolm's eyes. Cole nodded his chin slightly, then turned his head and slowly closed his eyes. But the eyeballs under the eyelids that were constantly trembling due to excessive fear, and the tightly knit brows hinted that he was not at peace at the moment.

Malcolm exhaled lightly, trying to make his breathing steady, trying to use his stability to soothe the surrounding atmosphere and calm Cole down. Looking at the thin body in front of him, the pain in Malcolm's eyes slowly spread again, because Malcolm knew that Cole's fantasy was too serious, and the help he could give was very limited, so he faced Vincent again. In such a special situation, he found himself so small.

This helplessness caused Malcolm's broad shoulders to shrink slightly, as if he couldn't resist the cold of the night.