nyslfriends Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Zhitao came out of the bedroom with a million dollars. The sun had already risen, illuminating the house very brightly. The house was very quiet, and he could still hear the birds chirping outside the window. It was exactly the same as the home he remembered.
Zhitao looked at the scene in front of him, and slowly stopped in his footsteps. Wanwan behind him was in a hurry, and walked past Zhitao to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he looked at Zhang Ma who was standing at the door.
Wan Wan didn't expect that there was a person standing at the door, or maybe it was something human, his heart was beating fast, and he stood there with a stiff expression.
Zhang Ma looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Are you Taotao's friend?"
Zhitao followed Million and called Mom.
When Zhang Ma saw Zhitao, she stopped thinking about millions of things. Anyway, she was Zhitao's friend anyway. She happily responded to Zhitao, and when she found that Zhitao had changed her clothes, she said, "This is going out to play." ah?"
Even though Zhitao knew through millions that Mama Zhang in front of him was just a hallucination, he still couldn't help but feel hot when he heard the familiar tone. It was as if a piece of chewing gum stuck in his throat, and it became difficult to even speak.
"Mom," he looked at Zhang's mother's eager eyes, and said with suppressed emotions, "I'll go out to play for two days, so you don't have to wait for me when you eat with dad."
"I won't be going home for two days."
When Mama Zhang heard this, she became a little anxious. She was holding the vegetables in her right hand and the peaches in her left hand: "Are you going to leave again so soon? Why don't you stay for something to eat? Mom will outflank you and buy twisted doughnuts for you." , eat something before leaving."
She was afraid that Zhitao would run away, so she opened her mouth and called her wife for help: "Old Zhang! Don't sleep, Taotao is leaving!"
Seeing Zhitao's tearful eyes, Wanwan knew that he was about to suffer. Thinking in another way, he would probably be reluctant to leave here, but if the time passed, it would be too late. He was hesitating whether to do something to Zhang Ma and forcibly break up the illusion. A voice was heard.
"Let him go."
Father Snowman stood in the living room, watching Mama Zhang speak, and Mama Zhang grabbed the baby peach in her hand as soon as she heard him speak, as if she was afraid that he would grow wings and run away.
But after meeting Father Snowman's eyes, she gritted her teeth and let go of Zhitao, and said reluctantly, "Then you should at least eat the mahua, so you won't be hungry on the way."
There was a distance between Zhitao and Father Snowman, and he looked straight at the priest until Wan Wan pulled him away.
When he was in the bedroom before, Wan Wan had mentioned to him that Father Snowman had a problem, and it was very likely that he was the one who started it, so it was best not to have too much contact with him.
Although Zhitao still has a good impression of Father Snowman, he also knows that the identity of a priest is not that simple.
After Zhitao came down with Wanwan, she was still thinking about Father Snowman's eyes, tolerant and gentle, as if she already knew what they were going to do.
Wanwan took Zhitao and went straight to the small travel bus. The small bus stopped in place, and it was pitch black inside, so it was hard to see what was there.
It was as black as around the street lamps, unfathomable, as if it could swallow everything silently, Wan Wan looked at the dark car, swallowed, pinched his palms hard, and rushed in.
The moment Wanwan got into the car, Zhitao fled in all directions with a twist in his hand, turning into streamers of light, and at the same time, the surrounding scene quickly disappeared.
Zhitao subconsciously tried to catch the scattered white light, but couldn't catch anything. When she turned her attention to Million again, he had already disappeared into the darkness.
This gave Zhitao a strange feeling, he couldn't tell if someone really came to rescue him from the illusion, or if he imagined someone to bring him out.
The surroundings are disappearing, only the small bus has been parked in place, and the street lights next to it are very faint in the daytime, Zhitao stands in place, hesitating and daring not to move forward.
The black shadow hidden in the bus was spinning around boredly. He obeyed Father Snowman's order to send the two of them out. He had already sent out a million dollars, and he was short of a child.
But Zhitao stood outside and did not come in. The black shadow looked at the dazed Zhitao curiously. He was about to take a closer look when he saw Father Snowman in the distance.
Father Snowman walked towards Zhitao with black leather shoes, the leather shoes had low heels, and he stepped on the ground unhurriedly, making a crisp sound.
"Aren't you going in?" He walked behind Zhitao and asked.
Time and space are chaotic here, or, for Father Snowman, they are chaotic. Zhitao felt that Father Snowman suddenly appeared behind him, which startled him.
Zhitao used to be able to stare back ferociously, but now she doesn't dare to do so. After all, Wan Wan only told him about the horror of Father Snowman, and it still has a deterrent effect on him.
Wanwan said that the black mist only came after Father Snowman came, and he also found many books about sacrifices in the priest's room.
"Absolutely, don't touch Father Snowman casually."
Zhitao quietly pushed back a step, looked up at Father Snowman, and just by looking at the skill that appeared at this moment, he knew that the priest has a good tradition that a boss has: elusive.
Father Snowman was still very gentle, and he had no tendency to hurt him. He just asked him as usual and helped them just now, which made Zhitao very confused. He hesitated and asked Father Snowman:
"Father, why did you come here with me as a millionaire?"
"Why did you stay there with me?"
"Do you know what's abnormal here?"
These questions puzzled Zhitao for a long time. He looked up at Father Snowman, with round eyes, fair skin, and curly black hair, which made his face look immature and innocent like a lamb.
Father Snowman smiled softly, shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "The first question is to use the identity of a million to prevent you from becoming vigilant, but now it seems that you have discovered that I am exception."
When Zhitao heard his words, she became vigilant instantly, and looked at him with her mouth pursed, like a little hedgehog whose thorns had exploded.
"second question……"
Father Snowman thought for a moment before saying, "Temporary secret."
Hearing this answer, Zhitao was inexplicably disappointed. When he was unhappy, he stared at the priest more vigilantly, like a hedgehog that was about to bump into him in the next second.
"The third question, I know everything here."
"Is there any question?" Father Snowman lowered his eyelashes, and the small childish peach was reflected in his black eyes, as if he had swallowed the childish peach.
When Zhitao was asked this question, her mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't come up with any other questions. She obviously had a lot to ask, but she just couldn't come up with it.
"If you don't have anything to ask, then hurry up and catch up with your friends, you don't have much time, okay?"
Hearing what he said, Zhitao became more and more anxious. When he was anxious, he didn't know what he was talking about: "Then do you know what is going on with the black fog? Did you cause it?"
Father Snowman laughed softly, his chest trembled, and with the laughter, blood sprang from his chest, his eyes were filled with blackness, and his body was filled with the coldness of the dead.
Zhitao was stunned by his change, she looked like a petrified bird, her feathers were about to explode.
Father Snowman took a step forward, and he took a step back subconsciously, falling directly into the darkness. Following the fall, Zhitao heard his answer: "Yes."
"I did it all."
The voice was very deep, as if she was suppressing some emotion, Zhitao kept replaying Father Snowman's words in her head from the moment she opened her eyes.
Zhitao was lying in the pomegranate grove, his eyes opened to see a large piece of green and small pomegranate fruit, he blinked his eyes in confusion, and sat up after he realized it.
Beside him is Wan Wan with a pale complexion. There are layers of dead skin on Wan Wan's mouth, and black and red blood is also condensed. His temperament has an indescribably strange temperament.
Seeing Zhitao wake up, he stood up on his knees and said, "Let's go, let's go get 143 first."
"Number 143 can be used to detect the main body of 1047. After finding the main body, it can be sealed, but we have to find 143 first."
Hearing Wanwan's words, Zhitao stood up silently, patting the ashes on his pants, he knew that Wanwan had already made up his mind, and he just had to follow him closely.
Wanwan led Zhitao up the mountain, in the direction of Uncle Wang's family, and halfway there, a little ghost appeared in front of him.
"Brother," a soft voice sounded, and Nannan stood not far away, with an exaggerated smile on her face, and said coldly, "Come with me."
Nannan had previously agreed with Wanwan to take them to find 143, so Wanwan followed up with Wannan without any hesitation, and Zhitao decided to follow Wanwan.
A ghost and two people lined up in a vertical row, passed through the dense woods, and finally came to the black pool.
It is not accurate to say that it is a pool. It is actually a shallow pit. At the bottom are layers of black clothes. The white substance inside is dense ghost images. They are entangled, with a big mouth and many white eyes.
Wanwan recognized that these clothes were the uniforms of the Special Containment Bureau. He actually guessed that he would see the ghosts of the Containment Bureau. After all, there were 208 personnel sent by the Containment Bureau, but he did not expect it to be so tragic.
The ghosts of the Containment Bureau are like toys that have been pieced together, not as complete as other ghosts. They are densely packed here, with pale arms and torsos, howling and writhing. These 208 ghosts seem to be thrown into a frying pan. Same.
The black shadow turned into a childish shadow, followed them here, and he poked his head out to observe the ghosts. These ghosts were not under the control of him and Father Snowman, and their souls had already belonged to another mysterious existence.
Wan Wan asked with difficulty: "...how did this happen?"
He felt chills in his heart, cold sweat broke out on his head, he kept biting and licking the blood that broke the skin of his mouth, and pulled his hair vigorously, showing a very anxious and restless expression.
Zhitao could understand his uneasiness, but seeing Wanwan like this, he still couldn't help but feel worried. Wanwan gave him the feeling that it was a tight thread that could hardly bear the pressure from the outside world.
"Because of what you said." Nanni pointed to the middle of her pale torso.
In addition to the black clothes, there is also a black cube, the size of a Rubik's cube, shining with a strange light.
Wanwan recognized that thing at a glance, and that was the 143 they wanted to take.