Chapter 32 Infinite Corridor 15

Su Qingyu avoided the blood and continued to knock on the door of 701.

The listless woman opened the door, her head stuck halfway through the crack. Seeing Su Qingyu, she opened her mouth in surprise, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm here to find you."

The woman looked behind Su Qingyu suspiciously, and said in horror, "No, where are your two friends?

When you came just now, there was a man and a woman behind you, why are you alone now?"

Su Qingyu said lightly: "My friends have something to do, so they didn't come with me."

The woman panicked: "Then you go quickly! Don't stay here!

It's dangerous here, he will find you anytime!

Don't come to the seventh floor alone, otherwise, if he finds out, you won't be able to escape."

Who is he? Su Qingyu was puzzled, but she needed to hurry up and had no time to ask more questions.

Seeing that the woman was about to close the door again, Su Qingyu stuck the mineral water bottle in the crack of the door, raised her eyebrows, and smiled: "Sister, don't rush to close the door.

Your son said that you were playing hide-and-seek with him and asked him to hide and count to 1000.

He has counted from 1 to 1000, just waiting for you to find him.

He is hiding in a place that is easy to find, I hope you can take him home. "

Hearing these words, the woman stopped closing the door, she covered her mouth, and two lines of hot tears slid down from her eyes, and dripped from her sharp chin.

Those falling tears are the broken heart of a mother.

"How do you know that I'm playing hide-and-seek with my son?" The woman wiped her tears, trying to hide her gaffe.

Su Qingyu saw that one of the woman's arms was wrapped in bandages, and the other arm was full of holes as if pieces of flesh had been dug out with a knife.

Some bloodstains had dried up, leaving black and sunken scars.

Some wounds were still oozing new blood, and old wounds added new wounds, no wonder this woman was so haggard and pale.

"Your son told me that he is waiting for you to take him home."

Hearing this, the woman burst into tears, her hands trembling slightly: "My poor child, he can't rest in peace.

Girl, go quickly, don't stay on this floor for too long.

Tie one end of this red string to my son's wrist, and throw the other end upstairs, and tell him that mom will take him home."

The red cotton thread was stuffed into Su Qingyu's hand. At this time, the sun had set. Su Qingyu had already identified the direction in advance. She entered the safe passage and went down without waiting for Wen Xuecha.

It was too dangerous to be alone on the seventh floor, so she decided to spend the night on the sixth floor tonight.

When going downstairs, she hung a pink rubber band on the doorknob of the correct safe passage fire door. If Wen Xuecha saw it, the rubber band would help her show the way.

At the corner of the stairs, the boy in the yellow hat was banging his head against the wall, counting a number with each bump.

"650, 649..."

As if losing his soul, he counted the numbers mechanically.

Su Qingyu came behind the boy in the yellow hat, he didn't turn his head back, but just said faintly: "Sister, why are you alone?"

Unlike the previous two times, the boy in the yellow hat didn't ask about his mother at first.

Affected by the number of people, the copy began to change.

Su Qingyu felt that it was necessary to save Wen Xuecha after she dealt with the boy in the yellow hat.

Without answering the boy's question, Su Qingyu took out the canned palm from her arms.

"Little friend, do you want some snacks?"

The little boy who smelled the smell turned his head 180 degrees, his forehead was already sunken from the collision, seeing the can, the boy clapped his hands happily: "Sister, is this for me?"

"It's for you." Su Qingyu put the can on the ground.

The boy took the can, licked the edge of the can with his tongue, and then raised his mosaic-worthy face innocently: "Sister, you are so kind.

Did you find my mother? I miss her so much.

I don't want to be left alone on the stairs, I want to go home, I want to be with my mother forever."

Su Qingyu took out the red rope, stopped looking at the boy's face, and tied one end of the red rope to the boy's wrist: "I found it. Your mother said to tie the red rope on your wrist, and she will take you home."

Su Qingyu threw the other end behind her.

The originally loose red rope was slowly tightened.

The boy in the yellow hat was pulled by the red rope, he stood up, holding the canned palm in his left hand and a black urn in his right hand.

When he got up, the yellow hat on his head fell off.

His skull was like a tin can that had been pulled open halfway, and there was a viscous liquid shaking inside.

The little boy started to cry, his eyes were bleeding tears.

"Sister, thank you, my mother is finally willing to take me home." The little boy walked to Su Qingyu's side and took her hand, Su Qingyu felt a bone-chilling coldness from the back of her hand.

The temperature of the little boy's hand was like a corpse, he spread Su Qingyu's palm, opened his dark mouth, and spit out a small walnut from his stomach.

A walnut the size of a thumb rolled into her hand, and there was a tingling, corrosive feeling in her palm.

"As a thank you, this is my little gift for you,"

The boy left the walnut and followed the red rope step by step up the stairs.

Su Qingyu took the boy's thank-you gift, stuffed it into her pocket, and went downstairs holding the handrail.

When she reached the sixth floor, it was already completely dark outside the corridor.

Standing in the corridor and looking out in the night, you can see the red light on the windows of the residents in the opposite building.

Su Qingyu couldn't help but wonder if there was a huge red moon in the sky, which made this strange world so bright.

The son of the old lady on the sixth floor carried half a raw sheep home, the smell of mutton filled the air.

The heavy sheep pressed on the man, the sheep was cut open from the middle, half of the sheep's head drooped on the man's shoulder, and from the man's expression, it could be seen that he was carrying it very hard.

The man kept staring at Su Qingyu.

Su Qingyu didn't speak to the man, she planned to wait for Wen Xuecha here first.

The old lady in Room 604 opened the door for the man. The old lady was overjoyed to see her precious son come back, and she helped her son carry the sheep in.

"Girl, why are you standing at the door?

It's getting dark, do you want to come in and have a bowl of hot mutton bone soup?"

The old lady tempted Su Qingyu to come in, but Su Qingyu didn't buy it at all.

So, the old lady poked her son, her son went into the house and brought out a bowl of hot soup, held it in both hands, and handed it to Su Qingyu: "Little beauty, have a bowl of soup."

Wuxin took the bowl of soup, the sheep oil and foam in the bowl swayed, he locked his dark eyes on the man, and stretched out his bare hand: "Please give me a spoon."

The man wiped the oil on his hands on his white shirt, his eyes were like a poisonous snake.

The old lady hurriedly took out the spoon, put it in the bowl, smiled flatteringly at Wuxin, and pulled her son into the house.

Wuxin stirred the mutton bone soup with a spoon: "Following the master, I'm starving for three days."

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Su Qingyu pointed at herself with her index finger: "Wuxin, are you talking to me?"

There is no one else here.

Wuxin didn't have white eyeballs at all, but Su Qingyu felt that Wuxin rolled his eyes at her.