nyslfriends Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Zhitao's body was buried in the soil, but her soul turned into a floating white ball without any consciousness, like a flickering candle that would disappear at any moment.
In his ignorant consciousness, he sensed Father Snowman. The priest dug him out with his hands, and his fingernails were embedded in the black mud, but he didn't seem to feel it.
Father Snowman stared blankly at the pale corpse, Zhitao didn't close his eyes, and stared at him with a strange sense of beauty.
He bent down and gently wiped Zhitao's dirty little face with his fingertips, but it became more and more dirty. It took him a while to realize that his hands were also dirty, and Father Snowman wiped again with a tissue.
After Zhitao's face was clean, Father Snowman picked up Zhitao and took him home.
Zhitao's soul floated past, but Father Snowman couldn't see it, and Bai Tuanzi was unconscious, unable to speak to the priest, and just followed the corpse foolishly.
Then, Father Snowman bleed a lot, dripping down to the ground, forming a pool of blood on the ground, and he dug out his heart.
Father Snowman gently pressed his heart on Zhitao's face, the blood flowed down, and wiped Zhitao's little face that had just been wiped clean again, dripping sticky from his lips.
In this way, Zhitao became a conscious Baituanzi.
Since that day, Father Snowman also has a little black ball. The black ball cannot fly, but it likes the white ball floating in the air very much. Every time it has to climb high to reach the white ball, or stare Watching the white dumpling fall down.
As a floating dumpling, Zhitao always couldn't adapt, so she often lay on Father Snowman's shoulder, or stuck to the black dumpling.
Every time this happens, the black ball will happily swell up. Zhitao guesses that it should be the soul of Father Snowman, so every time he sees it swells, his heart will always be a little happy, as if he found Father Snowman same mind.
Because the current Father Snowman is a wooden man who can't speak, always quietly looking at Zhitao in a daze, or looking out the window in a daze.
Outside the window is a pomegranate tree with dead bodies buried.
Father Snowman stopped talking, didn't take care of his little plants, and didn't open his treasured books again. He was like a silent volcano that might erupt at any moment.
Zhitao often feels this way.
Until that day, Father Snowman, who had been speechless for a long time, suddenly asked, "Do you think souls can continue to live in this world?"
The priest was sitting on the sofa, the sun was shining from the side, and it was half sun and half shadow on his face.
Zhitao couldn't answer, even if he could speak, he couldn't think of it with his small brain.
Father Snowman watched Bai Tuanzi tangled and swaying in front of him, and smiled gently, like that old-fashioned and elegant priest when Zhitao was still alive.
"Go to sleep."
Zhitao lay down in a tangled state, and the black mass next to him swelled up happily, the two of them clinging together like a fluffy bird.
Zhitao was locked in the house, and he couldn't even go out to the backyard. Sometimes he would hear the sound of thumping at the door, and the sound of hurried footsteps.
He wondered what was going on outside, but Father Snowman never let him out.
Once he floated to the door and tried to go out, Father Snowman's face suddenly turned pale, his whole body was cold, only the warm blood was on his chest, as if he had already died together with Zhitao's body.
Only his dead body will be disguised.
Zhitao was stupid in the air, and the whole Baituanzi was frightened, but Father Snowman quickly returned to normal. After he realized what he had done, he immediately collapsed.
After that, Zhitao never tried to go out again, and stayed at home obediently as a moving white light bulb.
Until that day, the house caught fire.
The sky was full of flames, and there were smoke and hot fire waves everywhere. As a newborn soul, Zhitao was very fragile. Sometimes it accidentally hit the corner of the table, and some of the light spots would scatter.
Whenever his light spots dissipated, Father Snowman and Hei Tuan became very nervous, especially Hei Tuan, always trying to wrap Zhitao.
At first, Zhitao thought that Hei Tuan was going crazy and wanted to eat him, and she was too scared to let go of Father Snowman's face. At this time, the priest would draw the idea of Hei Tuan to show Zhitao, Father Snowman There is always barrier-free communication with the black group.
This time was the same, Father Snowman and the black group found Zhitao first, and then took him out through the front door.
This is Zhitao's first time to go out after becoming Bai Tuanzi. When she saw the door, she froze in place. There were all kinds of bad marks on the door, including dirty water and blood, stones, and various animals. corpse.
Zhitao finally knew what was going on with the banging sound at the door.
After Father Snowman came out with the two of them in his arms, the noisy crowd outside fell silent for a moment, looking at Father Snowman with fear and resentment.
The villagers thought darkly that Father Snowman should have died long ago.
Father Snowman was crushed to death on the mountain by the villagers, but strangely, he came back to life and even lived in Pomegranate Village. Since his resurrection, the villagers kept away from the house in the south.
Until Father Snowman came back holding Zhitao's body.
Father Snowman looked at the villagers in front of him. They were holding torches and kitchen knives, and their eyes were dark. If they didn't know that Father Snowman was a ghost, they would have rushed over to chop him.
But even so, someone still threw the oil barrel directly over, Zhitao subconsciously wanted him to avoid it, but Father Snowman held it tightly in his palm.
With a bang, the oil barrel hit Father Snowman's head, and the full barrel of oil poured out. Father Snowman became very embarrassed instantly, and blood slowly flowed down his forehead. The villagers were even more excited after seeing the priest injured. , and smashed the remaining few oil barrels.
Zhitao struggled hard in Father Snowman's palm, and almost cried out in a hurry. He didn't know what happened, but he could feel the obviously strange atmosphere around him, as well as the continuous loud noises.
Zhitao arched very hard, and almost got out through the gap between his fingers. Heituan pulled him back when he saw it, and the angry Zhitao turned his head and bit it hard. After being bitten, Heituan became even more swell.
As if rewarding it, he surrounded Zhitao tightly, Zhitao was almost shaken by M Heituan and cried in anger, he kept his head depressed and worked hard, thinking that he was the prince who saved the princess, and Heituan was an annoying dragon.
Father Snowman seemed to have been paying attention to them all the time. After Zhitao started to sulk, he lowered his eyes and looked at his palms and sighed lowly, his eyes were very gentle.
The villagers threw their torches towards him. Father Snowman was surrounded by flames, scorching him with high temperature, and he could smell the pungent smell of scorched feathers. Father Snowman was aroused by the burning. The corner of the mouth seemed to be happy to see this scene.
Father Snowman was punishing himself with death.
But the villagers in Shiliu Village thought he was helpless, and laughed at him wantonly because of his obedience, thinking that the ghosts and gods were nothing more than that.
Zhitao couldn't move anymore, and the whole tuanzi collapsed from crying, and could only whimper aggrievedly, making Hei Tuanzi feel so bad, and stared at him anxiously.
Realizing that Father Snowman did not disappear because of the flames, the laughter of the villagers slowly stopped, and they stared at the priest in the fire full of fear, especially Mrs. Gu, who organized the operation, her complexion was distorted like a nightshade.
If you can't kill this shit priest, then next time another ghost will come...
Thinking of this, Mrs. Gu spat viciously, and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Why are you just standing there? Hack him to death!"
The flames on Father Snowman's body dissipated into the air, and when he reappeared in front of everyone, he was still a neatly dressed priest, and he looked up at the sharp knife that was slashing at him.
The sharp blade failed to strike him. Father Snowman's voice was not loud, but it was like the god of thunder holding up lightning and striking the villagers' minds: "I will let the ghosts decide your outcome."
Father Snowman looked at them, like a god cast a high and high swipe in the air, but his words were ghosts full of malicious curses.
The villagers looked at each other anxiously, Mrs. Gu's expression became more gloomy, the priest's words stabbed her like a knife, and her lungs exploded.
"Fuck your mother! I have slaughtered more than a dozen people, but I have never seen Lao Shizi's ghost!"
Father Snowman didn't speak. He relaxed his palm, and lightly hooked Zhitao with his fingers. The fire in the room behind him also disappeared, and the room was still intact.
After seeing this weird scene, the villagers all fled in fright. Without the support of the villagers, Mrs. Gu also ran away after uttering harsh words.
Zhitao floated out of his palm, swaying around in the air full of doubts, and seemed to be thinking seriously.
Father Snowman smiled lightly and led him into the house. When Zhitao was brought in, he noticed with sharp eyes that all the traces on the door had disappeared.
From that day on, the black mass began to grow, and it grew bigger and bigger, until the room couldn't hold it, and it began to split.
It was also from that day that Zhitao could always hear crying and screaming inside the house, and once he heard a villager crying outside: "I was wrong, help—"
Zhitao heard a pricking sound, and a soft puffing sound, her throat was throbbing and trying to speak, but it was blocked by blood, and finally fell silent.
It seems that the neck of the person at the door was wiped, Zhitao subconsciously thought so when he heard the voice.
Father Snowman was quietly writing his diary. He dug out a white book from nowhere. It was a thick book. He noticed Zhitao's reaction, so he stopped writing and called Zhitao's name softly.
Zhitao floated over in confusion, and Father Snowman asked him with a smile, "Do you want to read my diary?"
Pomegranate Village has become a hell on earth, with more and more ghosts appearing and more and more dead people, but due to Father Snowman's order, the ghosts dare not let humans make a sound.
So Zhitao still doesn't know what's going on outside, but he just feels that it's been unbelievably quiet recently. He's sending messages to his parents. He's afraid that his parents are worried, so he has to send messages to them every day, even forgetting the initial quarrel.
But obviously with the passage of time, the parents began to doubt the "Children" on the opposite side, no matter how hard he proved that he was himself, but one day, Zhang Ma suddenly stopped sending him messages.
Father Snowman held him in his arms. Zhitao had changed from a small dumpling to a big dumpling over the years, like a soft pillow in his arms.
Pillow Zhitao was very disappointed when he saw the news, he had no way to speak or video, so it was right to make Mama Zhang and the others suspicious, but it was one thing to know, and another to realize that they were ignoring him.
Father Snowman gently rubbed the top of his soft dumpling, Zhitao felt very comfortable when rubbed, the whole dumpling collapsed, the black lump turned into a black shadow, lying on the sofa to watch them.
Zhitao has stayed here for more than a year, and there is nothing interesting all day long, so Zhitao often sleeps. When he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.
He puffed up in surprise, this was the second time Zhitao heard a knock on the door, Father Snowman saw him curious and let him go, letting him float past.
As soon as he floated over, the knock on the door stopped, and a familiar voice came: "Taotao, are you inside? Open the door quickly, I am mother."
Zhitao froze for a moment, and when he realized, he had already opened the door, and it turned out to be his parents outside the door.
Father Snowman sat on the sofa and watched the scene of the family reunion. The priest had already explained Zhitao's situation to them when Zhitao's parents came.
They knew that it was not convenient for Zhitao to go out now, so they stayed here.
Zhang Ma also taught Father Snowman a lot of cooking skills, and Father Snowman also gave Zhang Dad to operate the vegetable garden, and everything was happy and harmonious.
Even the villagers outside also settled down, and Father Snowman mercifully resurrected them after death, but this kind of resurrection was not the same as Zhitao, and they would be trapped in these seven days forever.
Father Snowman didn't tell Mama Zhang about the crimes in Pomegranate Village, but only told them that Zhitao had become like this due to an accident, but she would recover after staying here for enough time.
The quiet and peaceful days passed slowly, this is already the eighth year Zhang Ma and the others have been here, and Zhitao also has an illusory human form, and they will be able to go out in another year.
Father Snowman was imprisoned here due to an inexplicable force. As long as he went down the mountain, he would turn into a dead body, so he couldn't go out with them.
But even so, Father Snowman was very satisfied, he hoped that Zhitao would be happy.
So what happened next was extraordinarily cruel.
Zhitao looked out of the window worriedly, it was already dark, but Mama Zhang and the others hadn't come back yet, when he was thinking wildly, he heard a familiar knock on the door.
He happily opened the door.
Zhang's mother outside the door was bleeding. When she saw him, her blood and tears flowed instantly, and her breath was cold: "Tao Tao."
"We're so cold."
Zhang Ma and the others were killed by ghosts.
Zhitao looked at them, as if he saw an elephant with rabbit ears, grotesque, his thoughts were racing, his heart was about to burst due to the noise.
Juvenile Tao's soul is rapidly dissipating.
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Father Snowman stood under the pomegranate tree, holding the black ball taken from Zhitao's corpse in his hand, which was the real body of 1047.
He caressed quietly, then looked up at Zhang Ma and the others. The husband and wife leaned together in silence. Even though they already knew their final fate, they did not have any thoughts of running away.
"I'm sorry," said Father Snowman.
Zhang's parents and Zhang's mother shook their heads. They had lived with Father Snowman for eight years and considered him a family member. It's a pity that they were too stupid to believe the villagers' words and went to find the ghost, which caused them to lose their lives.
Father Snowman looked at them and smiled, but his eyes turned red instantly. He avoided the eyes of the two of them in embarrassment. He had already regarded Father Zhang and the others as family members, and it didn't feel good to kill his relatives.
The priest clenched the body tightly, and the surrounding ghosts realized what was going to happen, and screamed desperately, as if a knife had been inserted into their eardrums.
"……sorry."
Father Snowman looked at the broken soul in front of his eyes and murmured. The black shadow floated silently in the air and slowly dispersed with the ghost.
This was the first time 143 met such a similar kind. It opened its eyes and looked at the black shadow. When it found that the same kind of choice had disappeared, it ran away regretfully.
Fortunately, it still thinks that this kind of creature is quite powerful. It has mastered the two abilities of life and death. It seems that the ability is not complete, and it has lost the ability of life.
But this is not about 143, it is going to find new food, this time it has successfully absorbed 208 souls, and there is another one that has signed a contract, and it will belong to it after death, 143 is very happy.
The black shadow noticed it bouncing away, crushed it vigorously and swallowed it, and fell silent again.
Guai Tan 04 opened his eyes in surprise, staring at the other world subtly, and closed his eyes again after a while, just a small cock, let's bite like his own.
He is such a generous freak.
When Zhitao came, there were souls dissipating in the air everywhere, making the place look empty and beautiful, and Father Snowman had closed his eyes forever.
A large pit was dug out of the black soil, and Father Snowman lay in it, holding the white bones in his hands, where the two of them would rest forever.
Wanwan followed, looking at Zhitao in bewilderment.
Zhitao forgot to breathe, her face was flushed, tears fell from her eyes, and her mind went blank.
Wanwan was frightened by Zhitao's reaction, and tried to wake him up, but Zhitao didn't respond at all, as if he had completely lost hearing the outside world.
Nothing, he has nothing.
For a moment, Zhitao wished he could disappear with him, until he saw a black ball popping out of Father Snowman's heart.
It was exactly the same as the Black Tuanzi he knew.
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"Report, Observer 079 here has detected that 1047's reaction has completely disappeared, requesting further investigation and suspending the release of weapons."
"Request approved."
[The anomalous creature numbered 1047 disappeared on July 20, 7xx, presumably due to spontaneous dissipation. ]
The author has something to say:
In fact, I originally wanted to set Zhitao's body to be burned, but I was still reluctant to leave at least the whole body, so I set it to be buried.
About the asylum: The 208 people who died were not good people, they were real death row inmates, and only one in a million was wronged.
Although the asylum may seem cruel, it is indeed great. I will always love the SCP setting.
About the soul setting: the human soul will automatically dissipate after leaving the body and reintegrate into the world again, so Father Snowman finally felt that he forcibly kept the soul, which violated the regulations, and made the soul full of hostility, and even harmed the soul. Dezhitao's parents died.
So he finally decided to dissipate with them.
This should be the most divine attack, I don’t know if you can see it from my little white writing
qwq
There is another setting that I really like.
The soul in Zhitao's body is the priest, so Wanwan will dig up Zhitao's body, because underneath it is the body of 1047, which is the core of Snowman's soul.
And the priest's body is the soul of Zhitao, so the priest will dig out the heart to Million, let him take Zhitao away, so that he can stay and destroy 1047.
simply put.
My soul is in you, and your soul is in me.
Note: I am a relatively naive author about the destruction of the entire Shiliu Village. I think that 347 people in Shiliu Village killed 492 people, and the price must be paid anyway.
But it is true that the soul who was killed later has changed, especially after killing the innocent two people, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.
Re-note: Guaitan is the attack of the next world, a super cute monster with abilities similar to 143.
感谢在2022-05-1722:34:04~2022-05-1818:42:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Shiyuya;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!