After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle

Ye Chang paused again. He thought for a while before nodding, "Very important."

His tone at this time was more serious and determined than ever.

Chi Nan has always been not very interested in other people's affairs, but after listening to Lao Yu's words today, he was also stunned like a devil, and asked persistently, "Can you ask why?"

Ye often rubs the smooth surface of the pocket watch with his fingertips, and smiles after a moment of silence: "I am a commemoration of the important people who stayed behind."

"Where did he go?" Chi Nan asked again.

"died."

Ye Chang lowered his eyelids, even Chi Nan, who could not perceive the emotions of others very much, could feel Ye Chang's desolation and regret at this moment.

"I'm sorry." Chi Nan knew he couldn't ask any more.

Ye Chang shook his head and looked at Chi Nan suddenly: "Last time, why didn't you open it for confirmation?"

Chi Nan frowned: "Last time?"

"Well, during the nightmare of the cruise ship at dusk, you helped me pick it up and put it on the bedside table, right?" Ye Changding decided to look at him.

Chi Nan recalled it and said of course: "I can't see your privacy without asking for your consent."

Ye Chang smiled: "Then what if I allow you to watch it?"

Chi Nan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it."

If it was such an important thing to Ye Chang, he didn't think he was qualified to touch this field.

"Then, have a chance." Ye Chang pushed his glasses, hiding his smile behind them.

As everyone expected at the beginning, they did not find Rui Rui in the small town.

About seven o'clock, the group turned back to the dormitory building.

As soon as Lao Yu stepped into the hallway of the dormitory, he was so shocked by the wandering figure of the promenade, he almost bit his cigarette **** and swallowed it in his stomach in a hurry.

"You are finally back," the wandering spirit at the end of the corridor raised her head and looked through the faint candlelight. She scribbled her tousled hair and showed her face, "I found an important clue, and I am waiting for you to see it together."

It was the young mother. At this moment, she held the puppet doll in her arms and walked towards the crowd.

Perhaps because she has no blood on her face, her hair is dry and scribbled by her ears, she is also wearing a disturbing black funeral gown, holding a puppet with a weird smile in her hand, and moving forward from the long corridor with a dangling footstep. , The creepy sense of oppression also approached.

Xia Wei shivered, and subconsciously hid behind Ye Chang and popped his head out, and said to the young mother who walked quietly: "Hey wait, are you a ghost or a human now?"

Just now, the young mother had been alone in the dormitory building. The ghost knew if she had any accidents during this time, and what she had become.

As soon as the young mother changed her fragile appearance that was on the verge of collapse, she calmly said: "Don't worry, I am not a ghost."

Although her voice was a bit hoarse and weak because of long-term crying, her tone was sure and neat, unlike the fragile mother who was crying because of her missing daughter.

Her sudden change is difficult to convince people. Everyone looked at her from head to toe countless times suspiciously, but they couldn't see any clues. Only Chi Nan noticed the baby in her hand.

The doll was cut open from the back of the neck to the tail vertebrae with a sharp weapon, and the yellow cotton wool under the old floral cloth was faintly visible.

"Is the important clue in the doll?" Chi Nan asked.

The young mother nodded and put her hand directly into the body of the cut doll for a while, and everyone present was dumbfounded watching her rough movements.

I'm always confused. Didn't this woman treat the doll as a baby in the morning and not let people touch her? I'm afraid it's not a split personality, right? Or part of her sanity was restored?

"I just touched the baby's belly very hard and felt something was wrong, so I cut it open and found this thing." The young mother took out a password box similar to a music box from a pile of messy cotton wool.

Old Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's an eight-digit code lock."

The code lock is a bit like the safe in the captain's room of the "Twilight Cruise". A line of hints is scribbled on the bottom of the box. The edges of the strokes are rough, as if made hard by a sharp object. The handwriting is also unique to children.

"Please enter the most important day for Rui Rui, I believe my mother will remember it."

The two girls also leaned over at this moment. Wu Ying said of course after seeing the handwriting: "The most important day usually refers to the birthday, right?"

The young mother paled and shook her head: "I tried it. The birthday is wrong."

With that said, she directly dialed the code lock to "20080102" and showed it to everyone, but the lock did not move.

"Are there any memorable days for Ruirui? Such as the important enrollment day, the confession day, the day when she came to her aunt for the first time..." Wu Ying began to brainstorm.

Dysonson squinted at her: "Ruirui is only twelve years old, confess what the **** is the day, please don't lead blindly..."

Wu Ying stuck her tongue out: "Did you not like someone when you were twelve? I don't believe it..."

Lao Yu watched the young mother fiddle with the code lock time and time again. The lock was still tightly fastened and there was no sign of loosening. There was some speculation in his heart, but speaking it was tantamount to revealing scars.

He considered for a moment, the instinct of clearing the customs and saving his life had overcome benevolence, and finally said: "Why don't you try the date of the funeral, or...the date of her death."

He has always liked simplicity and directness, but in the face of a mother who has lost a child, Yu endured it and didn't say the five words "Rui Rui's death."

The movement on the young mother's hand was noticeable. She bit her dry lips nervously, without noticing the strong fishy and sweetness that filled her teeth. The calmness on her face that had finally recovered, was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Funeral? No funeral." Her eyes became hollow and confused again, because her lips were torn and blood oozes out, making her pale face a little more sickly and glamorous.

The moment Lao Yu stared at her, he couldn't help but feel white hair sweat, his throat slipped nervously, and he swallowed again.

"No one has passed away, there is no funeral, no one has passed away, no funeral..." Mom fiddled with the code lock on the box again and again, her nails scratching the iron and making a toothy noise.

Xia Wei gave her a weird and terrifying look: "But if there is no funeral, what are you wearing?"

The young mother's movements were obviously stiff, she did not answer, and the air quieted strangely.

Wu Ying said strangely: "What do you mean? Didn't you say that it was the funeral of Rui Rui's father?"

She asked both the old Yu and the young mother, but she was completely stunned when she didn't see the photo of her wallet.

Chi Nan: "Try birthday again, Ruirui's second birthday."

The second birthday naturally refers to Rui Rui's rebirth date in the nightmare world.

The empty eyes of the young mother finally recovered a little, she looked at the doll that was cut open by herself, and blinked in a daze.

"I really can't remember, I can open my wallet to confirm, maybe the birth certificate is still there?" Ye Chang added.

The young mother trembled visibly, as if the out-of-body soul returned to her body. Her facial features and limbs gradually recovered. For a moment, Yiyan took out the purse containing the "death certificate" from her bag.

As the purse was opened, she and Rui Rui in the photo were looking up.

But at this moment, the tremor on her body stopped instead, she only used the fastest speed to extract the photo from the transparent interlayer of the purse, turn to the photo and write down the date on it.

Xia Wei glanced at his wallet and stared in shock. Just before he said, "Ah", he hurriedly covered his mouth, and compared him with a stern gesture, explaining with his mouth: " I'll go back to the dormitory to explain to you later."

Xia Wei still stared, shivering and nodding frantically.

The young mother quickly stuffed the photo back into the mezzanine again, but this time she turned her back up so that she could not see Ruirui's black-and-white smile.

She entered "20201030" on the code lock, and within half a second, the code lock bounced with a ‘ding’.

A crayon drawing with immature style appeared in front of everyone.

The style of the painting is strangely childlike. Two-thirds of the picture is occupied by a giant candle man wax figure. The wax figure does not have a candle wick. Instead, a young girl in a black funeral gown is solidified in the wax block down her neck. The long, black hair is braided in twists, winding down the wax figure like firecrackers, a cluster of burning flames waiting at the end of the drawing paper, and the beating flames are waiting for the opportunity to move in the direction of the braids...

Under the immature and weird painting, there is a line of crookedly handwritten anagrams: "Guess a guess, after digging out four hearts in one breath, what is left of Ruirui?"

Through the faint candlelight in the corridor, everyone'appreciated' this creepy children's painting. Chi Nan's eyes fell on the anagram and blurted out: "Candle wick."

Cut out the core cores of the four hearts, and only the core core remains, which is the candle wick.

The content of the painting and the message that the female foreman told the children to look for Guangming and run away from home and the return of Candleman's Day are also very good proof of this.

The young mother's fingers froze while holding the painting. She stared at the painting for a while without any sound.

Lao Yu sighed: "It seems that my previous speculation is correct. The reason why a twelve-year-old girl like Rui Rui appears in this copy is because of the need for this setting."

"It turns out that to light the giant candles on Candleman's Day requires a little girl as a candle wick for sacrifice and lighting. No wonder the female foreman has always emphasized the importance of the candle wick before. It turned out to be a reminder, but we ignored it..."

Lao Yu suddenly straightened his face, squatted down and asked his young mother: "It seems that Rui Rui has a lot to do with the dungeon this time. If you tell the truth, we also have a bottom line about Rui Rui's resurrection... you still have something left. How much memory?"

The young mother tightened her shoulders instantly, put the painting into the box, sealed it again and stuffed it into the doll's belly, her lips pressed into a straight line and refused to speak.

Old Yu Xunxun seduce: "Then do you know who Ruirui was resurrected?"

Everyone waited for the answer without any hope, and the atmosphere didn't dare to make a sound.

After a while, the young mother who had packed up the baby said softly: "Me."

After speaking, she didn't plan to talk anymore, holding the doll and locked herself back to 105.

Several dream visitors couldn't help but uttered "Ah" in surprise.

Only Ye Changzhuang said to himself: "There is no way to hold Candleman's Day without the candle wick, maybe it is a breakthrough."

Chi Nan: "Do you have a solution?"

Ye Changyang raised the corners of his lips: "I'm not sure yet, but I'm a little sure."

Too many things happened on this day, and the atmosphere among the volunteers was extremely suppressed.

"Let’s go back to your dormitory to rest first. Don’t forget that lack of sleep can easily affect your wakefulness," Lao Yu suggested, and turned to Chi Nan and the others. It won’t evolve, so you should be more careful.”

Chi Nan: "Well, we know."

Lao Yu glanced at Ye Chang again, didn't say anything, waved back to his dormitory.

Although the unlucky box tonight is still in the 101 dormitory, because the trigger condition of Rui Rui's disappearance is unknown, the dream visitors are extremely cautious.

Lao Yu walked around the house, sealing all the windows and vents with sheets, clothes and other things, trying to keep the weird light out of the yard.

After two days, almost everyone had ptsd against the candlelight and their own shadows. No one thought that one day they would guard against their own shadows like thieves.

"Uncle, can you be safe if you seal it like this?" Xia Wei asked the busy old Yu lying in the dormitory completely plunged into darkness.

Old Yu dangled a cigarette and said, "It's hard to say whether it's safe or not. Anyway, I feel more at ease. I feel uncomfortable seeing my shadow now."

Xia Wei sighed softly, and covered his sadness with frivolity: "Gu Xiao is here now, I hope little brother Ye Chang will be fine."

"I'm still a little brother? He is a junior, younger than you?" Old Yu sneered, living in such a perilous environment all the year round, they are used to ridicule their fears.

Xia Wei rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle...Do you think the younger brother really meant what the older brother meant?"

Old Yu raised his eyebrows: "What is that?"

Xia Wei gave a tut, and was too lazy to answer him, and yawned long: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first."

After yawning, he said again, "I hope I will live till tomorrow. I don't want to be a candle, burning up and crackling."

Lao Yu: "...Don't set the flag randomly, go to sleep."

He didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore and turned over to sleep in the complete darkness. Before falling asleep, he opened his eyes several times to confirm that there was no shadow of himself on the wall before he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

In the middle of the night, Lao Yu heard babbled voices coming from the direction of Xia Wei's bed. The voice was soft and weird, like a person pinching his throat and whispering.

If you have to describe it, it's like those lovers who have a tryst in the middle of the night, afraid of being bumped into and communicating secretly.

Years and years of nightmare dungeon experience made Lao Yu more alert than the average person, but this night he was like being crushed on the bed by a ghost. He couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't move his limbs to get up from the bed, and his body followed. It was solidified on the bed like a big rock.

Can't speak, can't open eyes, can only listen quietly.

In the silence, he clearly heard the footsteps of Xia Wei coming down from the bed. He seemed to be walking to the door, talking to the people in the corridor through the door, and occasionally chuckles.

Lao Yu heard it clearly, and Xia Wei called "little brother" to the people outside the door.

He jumped fiercely in his heart. Could it be that the person in the hallway is Ye Chang?

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of a ‘click’ door lock, and as the door was opened, the light coming in from the corridor hit Lao Yu’s face.

Even though he couldn't open his eyes, he could still feel dazzling discomfort through his eyelids.

There was another sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of the door closing.

The dormitory returned to darkness again, and Lao Yu opened his eyes almost at the same moment.

Xia Wei's bed was empty, and there was no sign of him in the room. It seemed that he had really gone out.

But in the middle of the night, what did Ye Chang come to do with Xia Wei?