Clothes and shoes that were one size too big, and his face was dirty. His clear eyes were filled with shock. The boy hid behind the old man's clothes, and half of his face was exposed.
"You can hear me?" Chen Ge put down the backpack and extended his hands toward the boy. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
The boy hiding behind the clothes in the closet looked at Chen Ge shyly. He looked at Chen Ge's hand, and after a long hesitation, he slowly extended his own hand.
The small, cold hand was placed in Chen Ge's palm, and the warmth that he had not felt for a long time caused the boy's eyes to slowly widen.
"Have you been staying here all this time?" Chen Ge pointed at his feet. He wanted to ask the boy whether he had been hiding behind the door or not, but the boy misunderstood him. He waved his hands and started to gesticulate wildly.
After watching for a long time, Chen Ge finally understood that the boy was playing with his friends. They were playing hide and seek, and he was hiding there to hide from the others.
Looking at the boy who was trying his best to express himself, Chen Ge shook his head lightly. The children did not plan to look for him; he was just a target for their prank.
He had been hiding inside the closet seriously, and when he finally opened the closet door, it would not be the children who found him but the owner of the house who had called him for dinner.
"Have you ever thought about making more friends? Have you ever thought about opening the window to see the outside world?" Chen Ge had found the key character behind the door — Jiang Ming, but he had no idea what the relationship between this Jiang Ming and the Jiang Ming outside the door was.
The Jiang Ming inside the door was probably the Jiang Ming outside the door who had lost his hearing, but the chance was not high.
Combining the current clues, the door would only appear when the Jiang Ming outside the door was asleep, so the Jiang Ming inside the door was probably Jiang Ming's own consciousness.
In this imaginary world, all the actions and characters are related to reality. Jiang Ming hid in the room that he felt was the warmest room with the intention of playing with his friends. That should be his best memory.
Chen Ge wanted to say something else, but the look in Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly changed. It turned from shock to fear, and tears fell almost instantly.
He's looking behind me!
The smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils. Without a word, Chen Ge kicked the ground, hugged the boy, and jumped to the side.
The bottle shattered on the closet, and the glass shards flew everywhere, but there was no sound.
The thick veins popped on his face. The drunken monster had run over. He had probably heard Chen Ge's voice.
"This thing sure won't go. The most troublesome thing is that I can't kill him." Chen Ge held the hammer in one hand and held the boy in the other. The boy was scared out of his wits. Like a wounded kitten, his body was shaking uncontrollably.
"The fear toward his drunken father is rooted in his heart, and it is this fear that he will be stronger." A plan formed in Chen Ge's mind. If I can help the boy overcome his fear and use my actions to tell him that his drunkard father is not invincible, then the situation should improve.
It was easy to say, but it was too difficult to change the memories that were rooted in the bottom of his heart.
"Jiang Ming, don't be afraid. With me here, no one will be able to hurt you." Chen Ge placed the boy on the chair and gripped the hammer with both hands. "At this rate, I can kill him ten more times."
After preparing, Chen Ge was about to make his move when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. A white-haired old lady walked into the room holding a bowl of noodles.
The old lady had a hunched back, and she was at least seventy years old.
The expression on her face was kind, but when she saw the drunken man, her expression changed instantly. She put down the bowl of noodles, grabbed the cane by the bedside, and swung it at the drunken man.
The originally scary drunken man panicked when he saw the old lady, and he started to panic.
The drunken man did not feel any pain when his head was smashed by the hammer, but after being hit by the old lady's cane, he could not take it anymore and ran out of the room in a hurry.
The old lady chased after him with the cane for a long time before she returned.
She angrily slammed the door shut and then walked into the bedroom. She stood before the boy and lightly rubbed Jiang Ming's head.
The old lady had Jiang Ming go to the table to eat. The noodles that she had just made were placed there. They were steaming hot, and they looked very appetizing.
Jiang Ming ran over to eat, and the old lady turned to Chen Ge. The surprise in her eyes was no less than Jiang Ming's.
"Granny, can you hear my voice?"
The old lady nodded.
"You still have your rationality? Can we communicate? You don't have to speak! " Chen Ge took out the ballpoint pen that was covered in tape from his pocket and the comic from his backpack. He had both pen and paper.
Looking at Chen Ge, the old lady said something, but Chen Ge could not hear her at all.
She pushed away the ballpoint pen in Chen Ge's hand and turned to walk toward the living room.
Staring at the old lady's back, Chen Ge suddenly realized that this old lady was different from the other people behind the door.
Her body was transparent like she could disappear at any moment. But more importantly, Chen Ge sensed a chill coming from her.
Using his eyes, Chen Ge realized that this old lady did not appear to have been created based on Jiang Ming's memory but a lingering spirit that was about to disappear!
Without an object of attachment, a lingering spirit could only exist for a limited time, and it was the same even behind the door.
Even though the old lady's memory had overlapped with Jiang Ming's, that merely extended the time that she existed.
When the day came, she would disappear. At that time, the old lady behind the door would be completely based on Jiang Ming's memory. That person might still be protecting Jiang Ming behind the door and making hot noodles for him, but at the end of the day, she would no longer be the same person.
Chen Ge was more and more curious about the truth. He walked to the old lady's side. At that moment, the old lady was taking out a pen and paper from the drawer. She started to draw on the paper.
With each word that she wrote, her body would become more transparent. After the old lady finished writing, she handed the paper to Chen Ge. There were only four words written on it — Be careful of the snail.
"Snail?"
Chen Ge had entered the backdoor many times, so he was familiar with the world behind the door. The scariest thing in this place was the Red Specter, and scarier than the Red Specter were the Demon Gods, but the old lady was telling him to be careful of the snail.
"Is the snail scarier than the drunkard who can't be killed no matter what?" Chen Ge asked softly. The old lady nodded.
"I understand. Then how are we going to leave this place?"
Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the old lady made a shushing gesture and then pointed at the word 'snail' on the paper.
"The key to leaving this place is also on the snail? Is this snail the nickname of some Specter? Or is it a reference to something else? "
Chen Ge was still thinking when Jiang Ming, who sat at the table, finished his noodles. He held the bowl and prepared to leave. It appeared like he wanted to wash the dishes, but he was stopped by the old lady.
The old lady rubbed Jiang Ming's head lovingly and used the apron to wipe Jiang Ming's mouth clean. Then she stood before Jiang Ming and pointed at Chen Ge.
Jiang Ming understood what the old lady meant immediately. He grabbed Chen Ge's hand and happily prepared to run out the door.
"What are you going to do?" Chen Ge knew that the old lady did not mean any harm. Based on the old lady's action earlier, she had probably told Jiang Ming that she was going to take Chen Ge to complete something.
When Jiang Ming heard Chen Ge's voice, he had an innocent smile on his face. It was like he was going to share his secret with someone else. He silently reached his hand into his pocket.
Moments later, Jiang Ming took out a snail's shell from his pocket.
He held the shell carefully, as if it was the most precious treasure to him.
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