Seeing that the boy finally believed him, Han Fei sighed in relief. He finally had the time to look around.
The walls of Room 4064 were painted white, a very special kind of white. When the light shone on them, they would not feel the warmth of the light, if anything, they would feel cold.
There was a lot of furniture in the room and they were arranged randomly. Other than that, there were many mirrors in the room. In the living room alone, Han Fei could see 4 mirrors.
They were hung near the living room door, behind the television, behind the sofa and next to the dining table.
"Did my father tell you to come?" Noticing Han Fei's stare, the boy gathered his courage and volunteered to talk to Han Fei like he was the owner of the house.
When he said that, there was a trace of anticipation in his eyes.
"No, I'm here to look for someone. Did someone who looks like me enter this room earlier?" Han Fei squatted down before the boy. He had a good habit, he did not like to force others. When he spoke, he would lower himself to make the other person feel more comfortable.
Hearing Han Fei's answer, the boy was disappointed. He shook his head, "I've been staying in the living room but I didn't see anyone else come in."
"Really?" Han Fei looked around the other rooms. He noticed all the doors were tightly shut. "Can I go into the other rooms to take a look?"
"Mum is sleeping, you'll wake her up." The boy reached out his small arms to shield Han Fei. He was very cute and had a high EQ.
"Your mother is in the room as well?" Han Fei knew this was a room with 2 '4's. The scariest ghost in the room had not appeared yet. Han Fei believed it was the boy's mother.
"Mummy said that today is the night of the Returning Soul. Daddy will come back after midnight. She told me to go to sleep. He will come to see me when I am asleep." The little boy's tone was very innocent. He really believed what his mother said.
"Then why didn't you follow your mother's instructions? Why didn't you go to sleep? Why did you sneak into the living room? " Han Fei thought this boy was quite interesting. Ever since he obtained the King of Children talent, he realized he wanted to interact with children. This was not because children were easy to trick but because he thought children were innocent and cute. Their childlike innocence helped him relax in the cryptic world.
"I …" The boy was at a loss for words. "I don't want to sleep. If I fall asleep, I won't be able to talk. I still have many questions to ask my dad."
"Problem? What is it? "
"In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would wake me up every morning. But now, he only comes back once a year. I don't want him to be so busy." The boy, who was wearing wet pants, expressed the simplest wish in his heart.
"Only once a year? Is that what your mother told you? "
"Yes."
"Did she tell you what Soul Night is?" As they chatted, Han Fei pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms. This should be the bedroom that the boy's parents once lived in.
The double bed was covered with brand new sheets without a single wrinkle.
It could be seen that someone cleaned the room every day, but no one continued to sleep in the room.
Creak …
When Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door, something seemed to crawl across the wardrobe next to the bed. It looked like a mouse or a bug.
Han Fei knew that the wardrobe at the Ziggurat had its own secrets. Before the boy walked over, he pulled the wardrobe open.
Pulling open the black wardrobe door, on the top of the wardrobe, placed where the boy could not reach was a black and white portrait of a young man.
Next to the portrait was a bowl of white rice. Buried inside the rice was a piece of yellow paper. A name was written on it — Lai Sheng. It was accompanied by the steps to summon the soul.
"Lai Sheng?" The name on the yellow paper attracted Han Fei's attention.
"This is my father's picture. My mother placed it inside the wardrobe. She said she would be sad if she saw the picture but after she put it away, she would sneak out to look at it herself." The boy did not quite understand his mother, he was too young. "The uncle and aunty who came to visit said my father had died. I asked them what death meant, they said death meant they had to go to a faraway place to work, so far away that they could only come back once a year. I really don't understand, why would they go to work like that? "
The boy looked at his father's picture inside the wardrobe. He was too short to reach the top, he hoped that Han Fei could help him remove the picture.
After successfully obtaining his father's picture, the boy stared at his father in black and white. Suddenly, he raised his head and widened his clear eyes. He asked Han Fei, "You said adults would not lie to children but I have a feeling they are lying to me. Do you know what death is?"
"Death?" Han Fei did not expect such a question from such a young boy. He did not answer casually but thought about it for a long time. "I've heard people say that death is like water disappearing into the water."
"What does that mean?"
"It's like returning home. Of course, I don't mean your home but a home that belongs to all of us. We came from there and returned to there. " Han Fei had no idea why he would tell this to a child. Perhaps it was because he had never treated the residents of the cryptic world as NPCs but as people like himself.
"Death is home? Then why are there so many people who are afraid of death? Why is my mother still crying? " The boy appeared to have found someone he could talk to. He was desperate for an answer.
"Because during this period of time away from home, we will choose a path, a path that cannot be turned back. At the end of this path is home, that is the only way home. But on the way home, we will see endless scenery and light. We will warm others and we will be warmed by others. We are like dots of light, lighting up the night sky on the way home."
"Dots of light?" The boy furrowed his cute brows and thought for a long time. Suddenly, he pointed at the white candle beside him. "I understand now. We are like candles. In the beginning, we were wax, then we glowed, and in the end, we became wax again. However, our bodies will no longer maintain their original appearance. From standing wax, we will melt into drops of wax."
Han Fei was surprised by the boy's analogy and comprehension ability. The boy was young but very clever, just like himself when he was young.
"That's not the right analogy." This was the first time Han Fei thought about it so seriously. "We are led out of home by our parents. We are not candles, we are us."
"Then how is it possible for humans to light up?"
"Humans cannot light up but each of us has a torch that we have inherited from our ancestors. This torch that can light up the night is called life. We place our own experiences and memories into it as fuel. Life will rise and we will be able to carry it forward into the night. " Han Fei looked at the boy who was deep in thought. He smiled and patted the boy's head. "When you are about to reach home, pass the torch in your hands to another person. That way, the night will always be lit up by us."
The boy lifted his head. His eyes were still blank. "But my father only gave me a car toy, he never gave me a torch."
"Perhaps your father has already passed the torch to your mother. When you grow up, she will pass the torch to you so that your life will shine with light and warmth." Han Fei pulled his hand back. He did not know whether it was his imagination or not but he felt a trace of warmth around the boy. To his surprise, the system chimed in his mind.
"Notification for Player 0000! Friendliness level with Room 4064 has increased by 10! Your personal charm has been fully acknowledged by all of them! "
Turning around, Han Fei noticed the bedroom door that the boy refused to let him enter was half a palm wide open. Two pale faces stared silently at him.
Han Fei's body froze. He took a step back involuntarily. His hand brushed against the bookshelf and a picture album with Lai Sheng's name fell to the ground.
The album opened. There was a drawing of his mother and father but Han Fei was missing.
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