Chapter One Thousand and Three: The Boy Looking for the Snail

The clothes and shoes were one size bigger, the dirty face, and the clear eyes were full of surprise. The child hid behind the old man's clothes, revealing a small half of his face.

"Can you hear my voice?" Chen Ge put down his backpack and gently stretched out his hands towards the child: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The child hiding behind those clothes in the closet looked at Chen Ge timidly. He looked at Chen Ge's hand, hesitated for a long time, and slowly extended his hand.

The cold little hand was placed in Chen Ge's palm, and the long-lost warmth made the boy's eyes widen slowly.

"Have you stayed here all the time?" Chen Ge pointed to his feet. He wanted to ask the little boy if he had been staying behind the door, but the little boy misunderstood what he meant and waved his hands desperately.

After watching it for a long time, Chen Ge realized that the kid was playing hide and seek with his friends. He hid here to avoid others.

Looking at the little boy struggling to express himself, Chen Ge shook his head lightly. Those children had no intention of looking for him at all, he was just the object of teasing.

He hid in the closet conscientiously, and finally opened the closet door to find that he probably wasn't those children, but the owner of the house calling him to eat.

"Have you ever thought about making more friends, have you ever thought about opening the window to see the outside world?" Chen Ge found the key figure in the world behind the door—Jiang Ming, but he couldn't figure out whether Jiang Ming and the door What is the relationship with Jiang Ming outside.

Jiang Ming inside the door may be Jiang Ming's lost hearing outside the door, but the probability is not high.

Based on the existing clues, the door will only appear when Jiang Ming outside the door is asleep, so the Jiang Ming inside the door is likely to be Jiang Ming's own consciousness.

"In this imaginary world, all behaviors and characters are related to reality. With the idea of ​​playing with friends, Jiang Ming hides in the room that he feels is the warmest. This should already be regarded as his best memory."

Chen Ge wanted to say something, but Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly changed, from surprise to panic, and tears came out almost instantly.

"He's watching my back!"

The smell of alcohol poured into the nostrils, Chen Ge kicked his legs on the ground without saying a word, and walked aside with the little boy in his arms.

The wine bottle smashed on the wardrobe, and glass shards flew, but no sound was made.

Thick blood vessels protruded from the face, and the drunken monster ran over at some point,

He should have heard Chen Ge's voice.

"This guy is really lingering. The most troublesome thing is that he can't kill him." Chen Ge held the skull hammer in one hand, and hugged the little boy in the other. The child was terrified, like a bruised Like a kitten, its body was trembling with fright.

"The fear of the drunk's father is rooted in my heart. It is this fear that increases the strength of the drunk and makes him stronger." Chen Ge had a plan in his mind: "If I can help the boy overcome his fear, use Practical actions have shown him that the drunk father is not invincible and the situation should improve."

It's easy to say, but it's too difficult to change the memories that are rooted in my heart.

"Jiang Ming, don't be afraid, uncle is here, no one can hurt you." Chen Ge put the child on the chair, holding the hammer with both hands: "With his strengthening speed, I can hammer him ten times Second-rate."

After making preparations, Chen Ge was about to make a move when the door of the rental house was suddenly opened, and a white-haired old lady was walking inside with a bowl of noodles.

The old man is rickety and must be at least seventy years old.

The expression on her face was very kind, but when she saw the drunk man, she changed her face instantly, put down the bowl full of noodles, grabbed the crutch by the bed and swung at the drunk man.

The originally terrifying drunk panicked after seeing the old lady, and dared to feel in a hurry.

The drunkard didn't feel any pain when his head was smashed by the skull hammer, but after being hit by the old man's crutch a few times, he couldn't take it anymore and fled out of the hut in a hurry.

The old man took the crutches and chased him for a long time before coming back.

She closed the door of the rental house angrily, then walked into the bedroom, came to the child, and gently rubbed Jiang Ming's head.

The old man asked Jiang Ming to eat at the table. The noodles she had just made were placed there, steaming hot and appetizing.

Jiang Ming ran over to eat, and the old man looked at Chen Ge. The surprise in her eyes was no less than that of Jiang Ming.

"Grandma, can you hear me too?"

The old man nodded.

"You still retain your sanity? Can we communicate? It's okay if you don't talk!" Chen Ge took out a ballpoint pen covered with tape from his pocket, and took out a comic book from his backpack, complete with paper and pen.

Looking at Chen Ge, the old man said a few words, but Chen Ge couldn't hear the sound at all.

She pushed away the ballpoint pen in Singer Chen's pocket, turned and walked towards the living room.

Staring at the back of the old man, Chen Ge suddenly realized that the old lady was completely different from the others in the scene behind the door.

Her body was illusory, as if it might dissipate at any time, and more importantly, Chen Ge felt a chill from her.

Using the double pupils, Chen Ge discovered that the old lady was not distorted based on Jiang Ming's memory, but a remnant that would soon dissipate!

Without sustenance, obsession can only exist for a limited time, even behind the door.

Although the old man's memory overlapped with Jiang Ming's, it only prolonged her existence.

When a certain day comes, she will still dissipate. At that time, the old lady in the world behind the door will be completely shaped according to Jiang Ming's memory. That person may still protect Jiang Ming in the world behind the door and make hot noodles for him, but after all, she will no longer be the same person as before. up.

Chen Ge became more and more curious about the truth. He walked to the old man. At this time, the old man was taking out a pen and paper from the drawer, and she began to draw on the paper.

Every time she wrote a word, her body would become more illusory. After the old man finished writing, he handed the paper to Chen Ge. There were only four words on it—beware of snails.

"snails?"

Chen Ge has entered the back door many times, and he knows the world behind the door very well. The scariest thing in this place is the red clothes. What is more terrifying than the red clothes is the fierce god. Seeing the old lady told him to be careful of snails.

"Is the snail more terrifying than that drunk who can't be killed?" Chen Ge asked in a low voice, and the old lady nodded.

"I see, how do we get out?"

Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the old lady first made a gesture of silence, and then clicked on the word snail on the paper.

"The key to get out is also on the snail? Is this snail the nickname of a ghost? Or does it refer to something?"

Chen Ge was still thinking. Jiang Ming at the table had finished eating the noodles. He was about to go out with his rice bowl in his hand. He seemed to want to wash the dishes, but was stopped by the old man.

The old lady rubbed Jiang Ming's head lovingly, wiped Jiang Ming's mouth clean with her apron, then stood in front of Jiang Ming and pointed at Chen Ge.

Jiang Ming immediately understood what the old lady meant, he held Chen Ge's hand, and happily prepared to run out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Ge knew that the old man had no malicious intentions. Judging from the old man's actions just now, it should be that she told Jiang Ming to take Chen Ge to complete a certain matter.

Jiang Ming heard Chen Ge's voice, with an innocent smile on his face, as if he wanted to share his secret with others, he quietly put his hand into his pocket.

After a while, Jiang Ming took out a snail shell from his pocket.

He held the snail shell carefully, as if it was the most precious treasure to him.