Chapter 719 Two Boys

"Is this the mirror fragment that I was asked to look for in the show?" I looked at the mirror behind the bedroom door and quickly rejected this guess: "The optional task said that I was looking for mirror fragments, and this is obviously a complete mirror. ."

The live broadcast task of the show was very vague. It only said that I wanted to find mirror fragments, but it didn't give me any hints related to the mirror.

"A similar product appeared in the live broadcast product catalog, called the Reincarnation Mirror Fragment, with a price tag of 100 points."

I suddenly thought of the mirror fragment I brought out from the deep dream. There should be some connection between the three.

"After experiencing so many live broadcasts, I can be sure that the show will not release optional tasks casually. Thinking about it..." Combined with the previous live broadcasts and my experience in the deep dreamland, I am 80% sure. The mirror fragment I'm looking for in the show should be the same fragment I found on the unlit path in Deep Dreamland.

Only I can distinguish these special lenses. They have the same appearance and function as ordinary mirrors, but they can't reflect my appearance.

I looked at the mirror behind the bedroom door. Although it was blurry, the images of the boy and I were both in it. It was obvious that this was not what I was looking for.

"I knew it wouldn't be so easy. The optional tasks at the show are all hellish in difficulty." I stopped talking and stared at the boy silently.

After he arranged the apples, he knelt in front of the mirror and looked directly at the mirror, as if the person inside would come out.

A few minutes passed, but the mirror did not change. There were only two people in the dim room, me and the little boy, and there was no third person reflected in the mirror.

"Isn't this kid suffering from longing and crazy? Are his parents really in this house? Are his family members the 'pigs' that Zhu Li said?" Thinking of the madman who sewed pig skins on his body I felt uncomfortable. He must have hidden something important from me. From the bottom of his heart, he never wanted me to leave the Red Mansion alive.

Thinking about something in my mind, I glanced at the mirror at random, and to my surprise, I found that the little boy in the mirror was also peeking at me.

He knelt on the ground with his back to me, lowered his head, and quietly looked at me in the mirror with his big eyes.

I don't know if I'm neurotic or too nervous, but I actually saw a hint of hatred in the boy's eyes.

I have no grievances against him? Why do you hate me? No, he doesn't hate me, he simply hates outsiders.

The boy's look just now aroused my alarm, but I didn't show it. Instead, I pretended not to notice, and took the initiative to get closer to him.

Bending down, I squatted beside him: "Are you waiting for your parents?"

The little boy looked at the mirror without saying a word. I could only make guesses based on the changes in his expression.

"Why do you put the fruit in front of the mirror? Are your parents in the mirror? Or...only the mirror can show your parents' faces?" After the last sentence, the boy's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but He forced himself to hold it back.

Through this small detail on his face, I have guessed something, but I can't confirm it yet.

"Do you want to see your parents? How about taking me to find them?" I spoke softly and said a lot, but the boy didn't reply. Just when I was about to give up, I left the room and went to check in other rooms. A very weak cry for help suddenly came from somewhere in the bedroom.

"Woo..."

"What's the sound?" With sharp senses, I quickly determined the source of the sound, and my eyes fell on the wooden bed: "It came from under the bed."

I was about to go over when the boy who was kneeling in front of the mirror suddenly reached out and grabbed my trousers: "What's wrong?"

The boy shook his head at me without saying a word. His purple lips were tight and there were several small cuts on them.

He opened his mouth, pointed under the bed, shook his head and waved his hands, signaling me not to go there.

The boy's unusual behavior made me even more curious. What was under the bed? A person who has been very cold towards me suddenly changed his attitude.

I gently pulled the boy's hand away, stroking the ghost ring with my fingers, and slowly approached the wooden bed.

"Ah, ah..." Passing by the boy, he suddenly got up from the ground and hugged my legs, making a weird sound from his mouth, like a frightened sparrow.

"It's okay." I tried to pull him a few times, but found that the boy was holding him tightly. He tried his best to stop me: "The sound that came from under the bed just now was obviously made by humans. This child insisted not to let go." When I went over, could it be that it wasn’t a human being? It was some kind of terrifying thing?”

I was mentally prepared, lifted my legs and dragged the boy to the wooden bed.

The bedding was damp and smelled of mold. The boy's wooden bed was very low and there wasn't much space under the bed, so I didn't search the place at first.

The pants were tightly grasped, and I looked down. The boy's thin fingers, which were only bones, were twisting my pants like iron hooks. His body was shaking, as if a water monkey was climbing on my calf.

"Are you scared?" I didn't dare to underestimate him, and I became nervous and carefully lifted the sheets.

"Woo, ow!"

The scene that caught my eye shocked me.

A six or seven-year-old boy was tied under the bed, with a ball of debris stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes filled with panic.

"What's going on? Where did this child come from? If this boy under the bed is the boy Zhu Li said lives on the sixth floor, then what is that crawling on my lap now?" I felt an unprecedented malice and looked down. He looked at the scrawny boy.

What surprised me was that the other person didn't show any emotion like panic or irritation. Instead, he hid his head behind my thigh with a deep fear.

"What is this child afraid of?" The boy under the bed has a handsome face. Although his face is pale, it can be seen from his clothes and body shape that this child must not have suffered much. Not to mention coming from a wealthy family, at least he has lived a good life. of carefreeness.

I turned the bed board over with force and untied the rope for him: "Don't be afraid, take a deep breath first, don't talk loudly, relax."

Taking a step back to give the child enough space, I waited for him to calm down before asking, "What's your name? Have you lived here before?"

Before I could finish asking, the boy's eyes were filled with tears, and it seemed that he was about to burst out in the next second. I quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth.

It took a full ten minutes for the boy to return to normal, his eyes were red, and he told me an explosive news.

His name is Li Ming, and he lives in Baogang District outside Guan Guan. He was abducted and brought to the Red Mansion.

As I got to know him better, I realized that this child was the classmate of the restaurant owner's son, the child who was attacked by the woman with the black umbrella!

After Li Ming was rescued by me, his mood fluctuated greatly, like a frightened bird, and he would become very nervous at the slightest disturbance.

During this period, I also asked some things about the Black Umbrella Woman, but he hesitated and couldn't explain clearly. All the memories related to the Black Umbrella Woman were very vague. And when I asked him why he went crazy and ran deep into the alley, his answer was somewhat beyond my expectation.

It was not that he was possessed and lost his mind, but that he saw his mother waving for him to hurry over in the alley.

According to him, when he looked back, he found that the person standing next to him was not his mother, but a stranger holding a black umbrella, so he did such a ridiculous thing.

As for how he appeared in the red building after being abducted by the woman with the black umbrella, he himself didn't know.

After talking for so long, this six- or seven-year-old child only provided me with one useful clue. When he was abducted, he vaguely smelled the aroma of meat.

Apart from this, Li Ming didn't say anything of value. On the contrary, I saw something unusual in his attitude towards the little boy.

He was extremely afraid of the boy hiding behind my thighs, as if he was a savage beast.

This created a very delicate situation. The two children were afraid of each other and were unwilling to get close to each other, as if they would be eaten if they got close.

Seeing the weird behavior of the two people, I not only remembered a story I heard a long time ago.

The father took his child to play in the suburbs and stayed in a lifeless hotel at night. In the middle of the night, the father heard his child crying on the bed, saying that there was a monster under the bed. When the father lifted up the sheets and crawled under the bed, he discovered that his child was huddled under the bed holding a pillow, saying that a ghost had run into the room.

Who to trust is always a very difficult question. I looked at Li Ming and the scrawny little boy and memorized every move they made. This is all I can do now.

"You two follow me for now, I will take you out of the red building." I originally wanted to take them both away, but when the boy who was holding my calf heard this, he immediately let go, backed up as hard as he could, and got in alone. Entered the bathroom and locked the door.

I don't know which of my words touched the boy's nerves. I chased him to the bathroom door and wanted to make it clear to him, but he refused to open the door.

There were many dangers in the corridor, and breaking in would make noise. I was afraid of attracting the attention of those monsters, so I had to give up taking the boy away.

"The situation is becoming more and more confusing now. Tenants in the red building, from adults to children, should not be underestimated." I sighed and was about to go to the door to explore the situation in the corridor. When I turned my head, I happened to see Li Ming standing behind the bedroom door. He made a weird expression in the mirror.

It was like taunting or showing off, but it was completely different from the fear he had shown before.

As if he noticed that I was peeking, Li Ming turned his face sideways and returned to his previous frightened face in the blink of an eye, which made me think that I was delusional.

"This kid doesn't dress like someone from the Red Mansion. He was indeed tied under the bed at first, but why do I feel like he doesn't look like a victim at all now?"