This happened before I 12 years old. I swear to God, it's absolutely true.
I was kidnapped that day and woke up in a big room painted white on all sides. I looked around in amazement and found that there was a boy my age in this big room besides me. When I woke up, he smiled at me. I don't know why, but I think this smile is particularly strange.
"Do you want to hear a story?"
I don't know when he came to me. Only then did he see that his clothes were dirty, his hair was messy, his cheeks were thin and his eyes were sunken.
I stared at him for a long time and suddenly wanted to cry. When he saw that I didn't talk, he sat down next to me to play. Only then did he find that his hand was a dirty doll.
"So caught, but you don't have to worry too much. I finally found a way to be a hero. "
Become a hero? I hope he is crazy, otherwise I will think I am crazy.
I lay down and thought about the process of my kidnapping.
I remember I went to the supermarket with my sister. All the money my father gave me was in her pocket, so I took the shopping list. My sister is the most unruly creature in the world. On the way there, she kept thinking about what to buy for herself with extra money, and she didn't remember my existence at all.
It is conceivable that the shopping process is not pleasant. We were arguing all the time when we came out of the cashier. She bought herself an ice cream with the rest of the change. I can't afford to buy pads.
"Why do you want a notebook! That's for office workers, you little fart child! "
It's always reasonable for my sister to scold me, but the quarrel made her forget to open the wrapping paper of ice cream in time to enjoy the delicious food. The melted lavender cream stayed on her right hand all the way, so my sister could only stick out her tongue and try to block their way. The scene is quite embarrassing.
I can't remember what happened afterwards. Maybe we were knocked out from behind, but there were no girls in the room. I guess the gangster just kidnapped me. At this time, I suddenly worried about whether the things I bought for my father would be sent home smoothly. If he doesn't get it on time, he'll be furious again.
I glanced at my electronic watch. It was seven o'clock in the evening. It's time to have dinner at home. Did they find me missing?
"Don't think about it. No one delivers meals today Monday. " The little boy next to him gave a quick laugh.
I stole a look at him. There are four incandescent lamps on the top of the room, four white walls, and the little boy doesn't wear a watch. How did he know it was Monday? Maybe he was kidnapped like me today? No, then how did he know that there was no food today?
"Go to sleep, and you will know tomorrow." Then he tucked the doll into his arms and lay beside me.
How can you sleep? As bright as day.
"Hey, get up."
I opened my eyes and felt that the time had not changed at all, except that the time on my electronic watch had changed to 7 o'clock. He handed me a glass of water and a yellow and hard steamed bread, and he chewed it hard in his hand:
"Hurry up and eat, there is still a good show after eating."
I'm already hungry at this time, and it doesn't matter whether it's delicious or not. I also chewed the leftover yellow steamed bread like him, feeling that I was chewing a stone, and my gums were ready to bleed at any time.
"You can call me a hero. No one can escape here. " He ate the steamed bread quickly, swallowed a mouthful of water and spoke again: "There is a lid behind you, and that handle can be pulled open." You will definitely need it later. "
I was puzzled and turned to look at the position he said. Strange, I didn't find this place yesterday:
"My name is Sue. Don't call me "hello" in the future. "
"This name is not pleasant to listen to."
It's none of your business.
When I just swallowed the last piece of steamed bread in my throat into my intestines, there was a strange sound around me, like something was opened. I stood up and looked around curiously, trying to see the change at once.
The hero pointed to the top of the wall facing us. It turns out that this is not a cement wall, but an iron plate. After the iron plate rises, there is tempered glass as a baffle. Unexpectedly, I saw three small rooms next to each other. The iron plate separated from the small room was also raised, so that we could have a panoramic view of the whole space.
While I was still amazed, the hero poked me again and pointed to our rightmost room.
There is a man in that room, a corpse to be exact. In fact, I'm still not sure if it's a complete body. Because an entire arm was separated and left not far from the body, the rest was inserted in the needle bed that had been dyed red with blood, and his chin was also separated, like a trace pulled out by external force, attached to the lower gum and thrown aside at will.
"Ouch ..." My stomach suddenly turned up. Now I finally understand why I have to cover the hole with the back cover. I rushed to open the lid and spit out the steamed bread I had just swallowed.
After I vomited, I found a flowing ditch below, which smelled rotten, and the bodies of insects and leftovers were floating on the water. This makes my empty stomach swell again.
"That's your sister."
My sister? I looked back and saw that my sister who quarreled with me yesterday was being kept in our leftmost room. She found me, too, and she kept yelling. Unfortunately, this space is soundproof. She was in a hurry, banging on the glass and shaking her head as if she were going crazy.
The hero shook his head, sighed and said, "She will die on Thursday."
I sat down on the ground, surrounded by unprecedented despair.
Soon, the white iron plate came down. Everything seems as if nothing had happened. This time I took the initiative to sit next to the hero, and so did he on the first day.
"Every day, one person dies here, and then another person will immediately fill this empty room. The man in room 2 was killed today, and it will be room 3 tomorrow. Tomorrow's death will be different ... "
I know he's not bluffing, but I really don't understand how he knows so much:
"Why aren't you dead?"
"When you killed me that day, I tried to escape. Because I am small, I tried to jump into the pit and run out of the ditch below with the current. But there is a fence at the end of this road, and I stayed there for two whole days. Many maggots passed by me, and there were some rotten things, a finger painted with red nail polish, and some bodies. I'll see you when I climb back into the cave. You are the hope to prove the value of my life. "
It turned out that the hero was really a hero, and now I finally smell the smell of him. It was taken out of the sewer as if it were integrated with him again. Who cares? It's not the point now. If what the hero said is true, then my sister will die in two days. In this case, I'd better stay up these two nights to express my early grief over her death.
However, I still fell asleep and just lay on the floor, just like the night before.
When I opened my eyes, the hero greeted me happily. After a night, he seems to have lost weight again and his eyes are deep, as if he had not slept all night. I rubbed my eyes several times before I could see him clearly.
The hero seems a little excited. When he saw that I was fully awake, he quickly handed me "stone" and water:
"Are you going to eat later or now?"
It seems that he can't wait for the next performance.
I took the food from him and felt that it was really not a taste to be slaughtered like this. I wonder what kind of body I will see when the iron plate rises.
Thinking about it, the iron plate went up. Room 2 of the person who died yesterday has been cleaned and moved into a "new tenant". She is a plump woman. I can see that she wore heavy makeup before she was caught last night, because tears turned her into a ghost. The hero and I are embarrassed to look at her twice, and it's really strange. As soon as she saw us, she kept breaking the glass and even knelt down to beg for mercy, just like when her sister first saw me.
The "resident" in Room 3 is being tied to the wooden frame by hemp rope and suspended in mid-air. Her tongue is very long and her eyes are bulging, as if she were about to fall off at any moment. I swear this is the first time I have seen such a horrible body, but this time I didn't rush into the pit to vomit.
It's my sister. She looked at me in despair and shook her head, but I didn't know what it meant. I looked back at the hero doubtfully. He touched his smooth chin and looked like a counselor:
I think she is saying, "I don't believe it". "
What doesn't she believe? I don't quite understand.
However, the "new resident" in Room 2 had already hid in the corner, covered her face tightly with scarlet hands and shivered there.
Seeing this, I suddenly want to laugh. To be honest, my reaction at that time really shocked me. Am I crazy?
At this time, the hero patted me on the shoulder in fear, and he seemed to see through my heart:
"Relax, I felt the same way at first, but we all have to die, don't we?"
Yes, we are all dying, and no one can save anyone.
I don't know how long, I take the initiative to ask the hero:
"Haven't you thought about your last words? What if one day, your parents find you missing? "
The hero chewed the "stone" I didn't eat this morning:
"They never care about me, they only love themselves and my sister. If I find that I am gone, I will definitely rest assured. "
"So you also have a sister. But now that my sister and I have disappeared together, who do you think my parents will look for first? "
The hero stopped eating "stones". He thought for a long time until I forgot how long it took before he answered me:
"After your sister died, your parents must have found you before you were alive."
Isn't this nonsense? He should stay in that ditch full of maggots.
This is an incandescent lamp that has been on for 24 hours. If it weren't for my electronic watch, I don't know if it is day or night, and I don't know if it is another day.
As soon as I open my eyes, I will immediately open the lid of the sewer. I want to see if anything that belongs to my sister floats in.
There are chunks of fat-like things floating in the water, yellow, which reminds me of the pork sold on the chopping board when I accompanied my mother to the market to buy food.
There is also a rib, a second rib and a third rib. What if I get stuck in the fence in front?
A bunch of long black hair was pulled out with the scalp. Pick it up and put it on the hero. It should look good.
A cross necklace, I reached for it. One Saturday afternoon, my father gave it to my sister, but I didn't. In his words:
"Asu is a child who doesn't need God's care, but his father likes his sister very much."
I picked up the cross necklace that was about to drift away, wiped it on my clothes and put it around my neck, as if that day was for me instead of my sister.
After a while, there was no more blood flow in the ditch, and I slowly closed the lid. Looking back, I looked at the hero and found that he was a little different from yesterday. I clearly saw blood spattering on his bare skin and his clothes:
"Do you want to jump into this ditch and wash it?"
He shook his head cheekily:
"If I go in and wash, it will delay the inspection of the room. Only once a day. "
Patrol? I don't want to see it at all, especially today's protagonist is my own sister.
But the iron plate still came up, and I didn't dare to look at Room 4 with my back to me.
"Hey, nobody?"
I was a little surprised to hear the hero say so. I turned my head and found that Room 4 was really empty, but I could see that the floor had just been cleaned. There is also a chainsaw in the small single room that can only accommodate one person.
It turned out that my sister was dismembered, and the wreckage I just saw was the body that rushed out of her room. My sister died a terrible death. Without a complete body, we have to erect a monument for her. I don't know what to bury.
? "She won't run away."
Obviously, I asked this question on purpose. In fact, at this time, I really want the hero to talk more and distract my mind.
"Hey, how is that possible?" He smiled and hugged his chest, apparently looking at the two "residents" who are being eliminated day by day in Room 2 and Room 3: "Look at the horror on their faces, it's funny."
"But tomorrow is me. They have to wait a few days. " By the way, it turns out that tomorrow is my death, and I'm just happy too early.
"What if he's not dead?"
"If I were not dead, I would burn more paper for you." The tenant in room three kept knocking at me on the floor and looked at me horribly.
Although I will die tomorrow, I hope the iron plate will come down soon at this moment. Scarlet always makes me feel my temperature rise.
I didn't see Friday. To be exact, I didn't become Friday's body.
I don't quite remember the details. When the electronic watch struck three in the morning, I was awakened by the protagonist. He nodded with his dirty right index finger to signal me not to make any noise, and then let me cat under the iron wall.
He was still a cat under the iron wall, and he told me the following passage in the smallest and thinnest voice of his life:
"The man came, I have a hunch that I will be poisoned. I'll try my best to stall him when he comes in. Remember to run out as fast as you can, and don't let him catch you. Only when you run away can I realize my life value. "
It turns out that he is really a hero. I nodded hard, trying not to let him find me snickering inside.
Time went by little by little, and the hero was a little impatient. Did the killer oversleep today? He began to look at his nails with a cat, and then put his hand into his clothes to dig. I think he hasn't bathed for days and has lice.
Suddenly he took out a bottle full of pale yellow liquid, smiled strangely, and suddenly got up and rushed to the iron plate next to him to push open the secret door. I was suddenly surprised that the door was unlocked? Why didn't I find it before!
The hero didn't leave the door open, so I think I'd better run away now than wait for him to come back.
In this way, I put on the cross necklace left by my sister and decided to leave here. I walked through the underground corridor and saw an upward staircase. Climbing this flight of stairs, I finally escaped from the dark, smelly and desperate room.
When I saw the natural and long-lost sunshine, I thought of my parents. They should be worried about me. I must go back to them as soon as possible.
I carefully wiped the empty glass bottle with my clothes and threw it in the distance.
This happened before I 12 years old. I swear to God, it's absolutely true.
Who killed them? Is he a hero? Or me? Or am I a hero? Ha ha laugh ......
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