Chapter 506 Faceless Man

Blood flowed from the bright yellow beak and fell drop by drop on the bright red down on the bird's chest. The originally bright down feathers became even more dazzling.

The tall boy shook his hand and looked at the bird on the ground. He also realized that he had caused a big trouble. This bird should have been raised by the dean, but now he accidentally killed it.

"Fuming, let's go." He dragged the short boy and ran outside. Before leaving, he didn't forget to threaten the hunchbacked boy: "If you dare to tell the dean about this, you will not be able to live well in the future."

The tall boy was older than the others, and his voice was a little rough. His huge head shook back and forth, and the expression on his face made people feel a little sick.

The two children, one tall and one short, left. The hunchbacked boy walked to the bird. He squatted down and looked at the robin that was thrown to the ground.

The gray feathers were dyed dark red by his own blood, and his cute and petite body was deformed by the tall man. His little head was half hung on his neck, and a lot of the fluff in that circle had fallen off.

Life is very fragile. Just grab or throw it, and death will come as promised.

The hunchbacked boy reached out and grabbed the robin's wings, slowly unfolding them. Without saying a word, he silently put the bird's body back into the birdcage and closed the cage.

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. I wonder if it was because of my sympathy for seeing life disappear? Or was it because of the hunchbacked boy's action of placing the robin's body back in the cage? I can't tell myself.

Putting the birdcage back in place, the hunchbacked boy wiped off the shoe prints on the chair with his own clothes, and walked out the door. His back was even more hunched, as if his small body was carrying an invisible mountain.

The boy left the dean's office. Although I was very curious about the office and thought that if I searched carefully, I might be able to find some information about Mr. Chen, in order to prevent me from losing track of the hunchbacked boy, I temporarily restrained my curiosity and followed him away. office.

Standing in the teaching building and looking out, it was already dark outside. There was no clock in the building, and the entire orphanage was enveloped in a dull atmosphere.

After the hunchbacked boy came out of the dean's office, he went directly to the first floor and hurried into the first classroom at the corner of the first floor.

I didn't dare to follow him in, so I hid at the back door and peeked.

I had been to this classroom in the evening. At that time, I just felt it was very run-down and had no other feelings.

Now when I watch it again at night, the scene in the classroom becomes a bit scary.

The room was full of people, and on every chair sat a deformed doll with shrunken limbs and a huge head.

"All these children have mutated at night?!" I was surprised. When I glanced at the podium, I saw a different "monster".

This is an adult, probably a teacher at the orphanage. His appearance is different from those big-headed children, but he is also very strange.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, and his body parts are in very normal proportions, except that he has an extra hand each on his belly, top of his head, and on the left side of his face!

"What image is this? Five hands?" There is nothing scary about people and hands alone, but when these things are combined, they feel very scary.

"The characters in the dream are not completely fictitious. Most of them have certain symbolic meanings. If this is the dream of a hunchbacked little boy, then why do the teachers and classmates look like this in the eyes of this child at night?"

"Class begins now." The male teacher knocked on the old blackboard. He wrote a few lines on it and assigned some tasks. Then he moved a better chair and leaned on it comfortably. During lectures, my eyes kept wandering around the class.

There are children of all ages in the classroom. This classroom should be reserved for preschool children and lower-grade orphans. The children are flipping through the textbooks on the table. Only a handful of them are reading and reading, and most of them are just showing off. Then they slowly started to play around, and as long as they didn't make too much noise, the male teacher on the podium wouldn't care.

"With such a crude environment and such irresponsible teachers, how can the quality of teaching be guaranteed?" My eyes focused on the hunchbacked boy. He was sitting close to the wall, his eyes fixed on the books on the table motionless, as if he was In a daze.

"Classes at night? This school is really weird." I didn't think too deeply and watched quietly. Suddenly, there were unhurried footsteps from the other side of the corridor. I ducked into the corridor and took out my phone to watch with the camera.

"Does this person feel so familiar to me?" The owner of the footsteps was wearing a conservative light-colored suit and was dressed very simply. He had a book under his arm and a birdcage in his other hand.

"Isn't this the birdcage in the dean's office? Is he the dean? Mr. Chen from more than 20 years ago?!" I couldn't wait to move the camera. When this person's face was captured, I was stunned.

The body is well-proportioned, in line with the proportions of a normal person, and there is not much growth, but I still feel a little horrified when I look at the picture on the phone screen.

This man has no face.

It's not that the facial features are blurry, but that there is really no face, a blank, eyes, nose, mouth, nothing.

"Faceless man? This man's temperament and figure are very similar to Mr. Chen, but why does he appear like this in the dream?" The image of each person in the dream is shaped based on the memory of the dream owner. Twenty years This is the image of the former Mr. Chen in the dreamland owner's mind.

"Is there no face because the memory is fuzzy? Or is it because I subconsciously don't want to recall that face and the memory is protecting itself?" It would have been nice if Truman was here at this time, but it was a pity that he entered the dream one step ahead of me: "I hope he doesn't There will be accidents, the difficulty of this dream is really amazing."

The faceless man entered the classroom carrying the birdcage. There was a sudden noise inside, the chairs and tables moved, and the playful students returned to their seats, randomly taking out a book and pretending to study seriously.

The teacher with hands on his head and belly quickly stood up from his chair, bowed his head and said, "Dean, why are you here?"

"It's just a small matter, I'll take you two or three minutes." Hearing this voice, I immediately confirmed that this faceless man was Mr. Chen.

I quietly walked out from the corner and returned to my original position to peek: "How did he make a sound without even a mouth on his face?"

Every time he spoke, the skin on Mr. Chen's face trembled like water waves, looking very strange and scary.

"Please." The male teacher stepped aside and Mr. Chen stood in the middle of the podium, gently placing the birdcage in his hand on the podium.

"Children, what do you think is in this birdcage?" There was no special emotion in Chen's voice. There was no anger or anger. His posture didn't look like he wanted to punish anyone.

"sparrow."

"A little gray bird."

"Bird carcass."

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The children's answers were varied. Mr. Chen slowly turned his head, and his blank face finally faced the hunchbacked boy sitting in the corner.

The little boy grabbed the textbook and said at the signal of his teacher: "Blood and feathers."

"Blood and feathers?" Mr. Chen seemed to be quite satisfied with the hunchback boy's answer: "The solidified blood symbolizes death and despair, and the flying feathers represent freedom and hope. Little one, your answer is very interesting. But what I want to say today is not Among these, some of you have done something wrong, and I hope he can take the initiative to stand up and admit his mistakes."

The male teacher on the side knew how to observe words and emotions, and he quickly understood: "Who killed the robin raised by the dean? Come forward quickly! Take the initiative to admit your mistake now, and the dean will definitely forgive you. If you are investigated by me later, If he comes out, I will punish him to go to the playground..."

The male teacher was interrupted by Mr. Chen. He waved his hand and said, "Don't scare the children. I'm just asking casually."

The classroom was silent for more than ten seconds, and suddenly the tall boy sitting at the back of the classroom stood up.

Seeing the killer of Mockingbird stand up, the hunchbacked boy's beautiful eyes widened, his head raised, and his back slowly straightened.

"Fuxin, did you kill the dean's mockingbird?"

The male teacher's voice was very stern, the tall boy's voice was trembling, his huge head was shaking desperately, and he decisively pointed at the hunchbacked boy.

"It was him! It was he who killed the dean's robin. Fuming and I both saw it! He tore the bird's wings, pressed its neck with his fingers, and finally threw the bird to the ground!"