Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1869 Constinena Has No Childhood

Constantine turned his head slowly towards the door.

After two ringtones, the cell phone ringing outside the door suddenly stopped. She looked down and found that "Calling" was displayed on the screen of her cell phone, and there was a timer.

"...Mother?"

The voice of the pianist rang outside the door and on the phone at the same time; when he called her, the tone was the same as before.

The boy named Yuanmaru Shi turned his head and glanced at her.

Constantine didn't say a word. For the first time in her life, she was at a loss not knowing what to do next.

"Why are the lights turned off? It's so dark." The pianist slowly shouted outside the door, "It's me, open the door."

While he was talking, the doorknob turned silently for half a turn-no matter how many times it was locked, it seemed that it couldn't stop it from turning smoothly like a block of hot butter.

Inamaruji immediately grabbed the doorknob and pressed his shoulder against the door, his muscles bulging and taut in the sweat and shadow; however, Constinez was holding the phone and motionless.

The claim of "Mother" was full of reverence and awe, no different from the past; when questioning why the light was turned off, his tone seemed to be asking his peers; when the half-sent "It's me, open the door", his tone was intimate Relaxed a lot, as if behind the door is not the controller of the underworld, but his girlfriend.

It is simply a piece of performance on three occasions.

The face that was repelled by the gunfire just now was a report that was said once more than 40 minutes ago...Considering this, Konstantin had a vague guess.

"Let go," she said to Yuanmaruji, "come to me."

He hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, he walked to her again obediently, like a well-trained wolf dog-even if both sides knew it, this was his obedient disguise.

"What do you think?" he asked in a low voice.

Constantine cut off the call, did not answer him, but shouted at the door: "Come in."

Inmaru Tsuji's body tensed slightly.

She opened the door of the dressing room many times. She knew very well that when this old and heavy door turned, it had never been as quiet and slippery as it was at this moment, as if it suddenly lost its weight.

Above the hand that slowly pushed the door open was half a body pouring out of the darkness.

On the pianist's face, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be opened by invisible fingers to Yuanyuan, without blinking.

"Mother," the first proclaimed, respectfully, and paused, but the second sentence became an order to subordinates: "Come here."

Constantine couldn't help but laughed.

"What's the matter...?" Inomaruji looked at that face, then looked at her again, "Why didn't he come in?"

"I don't know why he didn't come in." Constantine's gaze stopped motionlessly on the pianist, who was leaning out a shoulder behind the door and stretching his arms—as if he knew that they couldn't reach them. , He also wanted to reach out and give it a try. "Those who fell into the darkness... should all be dead."

Inomaru Tsuji looked not very surprised.

"They are dead, they can no longer talk like people. Every word they say is what they said at a different moment in their lifetime... I think it should be like a replay."

Constinena watched the snow-white and bloodless hand stretched into the dressing room lights and swayed up and down a few times; the pianist seemed to be unwilling to give birth to a little bit of his neck, and his entire head was stretched out of the door. Come in.

If it's not too weird, this scene is almost a bit funny.

"Putting together what has been said on different occasions in the past, and then telling us..." Constantine whispered, "Apart from trying to trick us into relaxing our guard, I really can't think of the second one. explained."

"Look at him," Inomaruji said, tilting his head, "Seems like he wants to catch us? But after so far away, he doesn't come in..."

His eyes turned on the half of the pianist's body that disappeared into the darkness, and he guessed: "Because he... couldn't leave the darkness completely?"

"I think it should be the darkness supporting his corpse. Use his mouth to speak." Konstantin murmured. This kind of lines like fantasy novels will come out of my mouth one day. "Of course the hand puppet can't get away from the stick behind it, can it?"

"Then why doesn't the darkness come in by himself?" Inamaruji frowned and asked.

None of them has an answer to this question.

"You can try it," Constinena laughed softly again, "Let's turn the light off for a second or two, then turn it on again to see where the darkness has gone... If the darkness has already attached ours when the light is turned on Face, the reason why it didn't come in is obviously because of light."

Inomaruji shuddered without a trace, so slight that she felt that she just felt the trembling on his skin.

"You guy... don't you know how to be afraid?"

"Do you want to try it?" Constiney turned his head and glanced at him, already touching the mirror side of the dressing table with his hand. "The vanity mirror light switch is here—"

I don’t know if it was the movement caught in the peripheral light, or the electric current that suddenly passed through the nerve endings when she realized that something was wrong. It's still the same as before, there seems to be no difference.

What...what's going on?

What made her vigilant?

This time, it was Inomaru Shi's turn to give a low smile in her ear. "So you're also nervous... I can see it," he said dumbly, but didn't mean to explain. "And you?"

What do you see?

Constinena was still resting his hand on the light switch, his palms wet. She didn't dare to look away anymore, just staring straight at the half of the pianist who emerged from the darkness, under him, the thick black rolling darkness, and the open door...

She could see it too, but she didn't understand it for a while.

To say that it is different from just now, it is that there is a little bit of darkness at this moment, flowing in from the crack in the door.

As if it was pinched out of plasticine, a small piece of black that flowed in was floating in the mid-air a few centimeters behind the door, like a tentacles, and like a finger, slowly rolling and floating under the light. Pointing—and the direction of the finger seems to be more towards Constinen than to the center of the dressing table where the two are leaning against.

"Have you not figured it out yet?" Inomaruji said with a smile as if it had nothing to do with him.

Constantine stared at the darkness blankly, but couldn't say the word "no".

"When you look back and turn your back to your playmate, your playmate will quietly walk behind you... When you turn your head, your gaze will make the other party stay in place." He said, "You just... didn't you turn your head away? Although it was only a short moment, I saw it too."

She listened to his voice, echoing in the small dressing room.

"The moment your gaze leaves the darkness, it stretches towards you a little bit."

This chapter lasted for three days, changed several times, and finally came out, but it was so short that I’m sorry everyone... In fact, part of the reason why it is so difficult to write is because I have too many small problems on my body, and I didn’t have it in the first two days. Suddenly feeling tired and weak as a sign, causing my mind to not turn around...My mother is like this. It's not good here and there in three days. I used to think she has a lot of troubles, but I didn't expect me to start to be like this when I grew up?