Constantinet slowly turned her head toward the door.
After two rings, the phone outside the door suddenly stopped ringing. She looked down and saw that her phone screen showed "in call", and there was a timer.
"... Mother?"
The pianist's voice rang out at the same time from outside the door. When he called her, his tone was no different from before.
The teenager named Yuumaru turned his head and looked at her.
Constantinet didn't say a word. For the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do next.
"Why did you turn off the lights? It's so dark. "The pianist called out slowly from outside the door." It's me. Open the door. "
As he spoke, the doorknob silently turned half a circle. No matter how many times it was locked, it didn't seem to be able to stop it from turning as smoothly as a piece of hot butter.
Yuumaru immediately grabbed the doorknob and used his shoulder to block the door. His muscles were tense under the sweat and shadows. Constantinet held the phone and didn't move.
The way he called her "Mother" was full of respect and awe. When he questioned why the lights were turned off, his tone was as if he was asking a peer. When he said "It's me, open the door", his tone was more intimate and relaxed. It was as if the person behind the door was not the controller of the mafia, but his girlfriend.
It was as if he had put together his performance in three different situations.
The face that was shot back by the gunfire just now, and the words he said were the same words he said forty minutes ago. Thinking of this, Constantinet had a vague guess.
"Let him go," she said to Maruji, "and stand here."
He hesitated for a moment, then obediently walked to her side, like a well-trained wolf dog. Even though both of them knew that he was pretending to be obedient.
"What do you think?" he asked in a low voice.
Constantinet hung up the phone and didn't answer him. Instead, she called out to the door, "Come in."
Yuumaru slightly straightened his body.
She had pushed open the door of the dressing room many times. She knew very well that this old and heavy door had never been as quiet and smooth as it was at this moment. It was as if it had suddenly become weightless.
Above the hand that slowly pushed the door open was half a body leaning out of the darkness.
On the pianist's face, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be pried open by invisible fingers, unblinking.
"Mother." The first greeting was respectful. After a pause, the second sentence turned into an order to his subordinate. "Come here for a moment."
Constantine couldn't help but laugh.
"What's going on …?" Sonoru Sonoru looked at that face and then at her. "Why isn't he coming in?"
"I don't know why he didn't come in." Constantinet's eyes were fixed on the pianist, who was stretching his arm out from behind the door. Even though he knew that he could not reach the two of them, he still wanted to try. "Those who fell into the darkness … should all be dead."
Yuumaru didn't seem surprised.
"They're dead. They can't talk like humans anymore. Every sentence they said was something they had said at different times when they were alive … I think, it should be like a replay. "
Constantinet looked at the snow-white, bloodless hand reaching into the light of the dressing room and swinging up and down a few times. The pianist seemed to be a little unwilling to give up. He stretched his neck a little more, and his whole head poked in through the door.
If it wasn't so strange, the scene would almost be a little funny.
"Putting together the words that were said at different times in the past and on different occasions, and then telling them to us …" Constantinet whispered. "Other than wanting to trick us into letting our guard down, I really can't think of a second explanation."
"Looking at him," Sonoru Sonoru tilted his head and said, "It seems that he wants to catch us? But he's so far away, but he doesn't come in … "
His eyes turned to the half of the pianist's body that disappeared into the darkness, and he guessed, "Is it because he … can't completely leave the darkness?"
"I think, the darkness should be supporting his body and using his mouth to speak," Constantinet murmured. Such fantasy-like lines would actually come out of his mouth one day. "Of course the bag puppet can't leave the stick on his back, right?"
"Then why doesn't the darkness come in by itself?" Sonoru Sonoru asked with a frown.
None of them had an answer to this question.
"We can try." Constantinet laughed softly again. "We can turn off the light for a second or two, and then turn it on again to see where the darkness has gone … If the darkness is already in our faces when we turn on the light, then the reason why it doesn't come in is obviously because of the light."
Sonoru Sonoru trembled slightly, so lightly that she felt as if she only felt the tremble on his skin.
"You … don't you know fear?"
"Do you want to try?" Constantinet turned to look at him, his hand already touching the side of the dressing table mirror. "The light switch of the dressing table is right here …"
She didn't know if it was because she caught a movement from the corner of her eyes, or because she suddenly felt a sudden electric current in her nerve endings when she realized that something was wrong, but her heart suddenly tightened and she quickly turned her head. Her heart was still thumping in her chest, but her eyes were still the same as before, as if there was no difference.
What … what's going on?
What alerted her?
This time, it was Sonoru Sonoru's turn to laugh softly in her ear. "So you can also be nervous … I can see that," he said in a hoarse voice, but he had no intention of explaining. "What about you?"
What did she see?
Constantinet's hand was still on the light switch, and her palm was wet and cold. She didn't dare to look away again, but stared straight at the half of the pianist that appeared in the darkness, the thick ink-like darkness under him, and the door that was opened a crack …
She saw it too, but she didn't understand it at the moment.
If there was anything different from before, it was that there was a little bit of darkness that flowed in from the crack of the door.
As if a piece of plasticine had been pinched off, a small piece of black flowed in and floated in the air a few centimeters behind the door. It looked like a tentacle or a finger, slowly rolling and floating under the light. The finger seemed to be pointing towards Constantinet instead of the center of the dressing table where the two of them were leaning against.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Sonoru Sonoru said with a smile, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"When you were a child, didn't you play 'One, Two, Three, Wooden Man'?"
Constantinet stared blankly at the darkness, but she couldn't say the word "no."
"When you don't look back, your playmate will quietly approach behind you … When you turn your head, your gaze will fix the other party in place," Sonoru Sonoru said in a low voice. "Just now … didn't you turn your head away? Although it was only for a short moment, I also saw it. "
She listened to his voice, echoing in the small dressing room.
"The moment your gaze left the darkness, it reached out a little towards you."
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