Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1865: Constinet had no childhood
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Constiny slowly turned his head towards the door.
After two rings, the ringtone of the mobile phone outside the door suddenly stopped - she lowered her head and saw that "Call in progress" was displayed on the screen of her mobile phone, and a timer appeared.
"...Mother?"
The pianist's voice rang outside the door and on the phone at the same time; when he called her, his tone was no different from before.
The young man named Yuan Maruji turned to look at her.
Constiny said not a word. For the first time in her life, she felt at a loss as to what to do next.
"Why did you turn off the lights? It's so dark." The pianist shouted slowly outside the door, "It's me, open the door."
While he was talking, the doorknob turned half a circle silently - no matter how many times it was locked, it seemed that it could not stop it from turning as smoothly as a piece of hot butter.
Inmaruji immediately grabbed the door handle and pressed his shoulders against the door, his muscles all bulging and tensed in the light of sweat and shadow; but Constantine held the phone and remained motionless.
The address "Mother" was full of respect and awe, just like before; when he questioned why the lights were turned off, his tone seemed to be asking his peers; when he got to the "It's me, open the door" part of the sentence, his But his tone was much more intimate and relaxed, as if the person behind the door was not the controller of a mafia organization, but his girlfriend.
It’s like piecing together the performance in three situations.
The face that was repelled by the gunfire just now, what it said was another report made forty minutes ago... Thinking of this, Constantine had a vague guess.
"Let go," she ordered Inimaruji, "and stand over here."
He hesitated for a moment, and then he walked to her obediently again, like a well-trained wolf dog - even though both parties knew that this was his disguise of obedience.
"What do you think?" he asked in a low voice.
Constinet cut off the call and did not answer him, but called towards the door: "Come in."
Inmaruji stretched his body slightly.
She had pushed open the door of the dressing room countless times, and she knew very well that when this old and heavy door was turning, it had never been as quiet and smooth as it was at this moment, as if it had suddenly lost its weight.
Above the hand that slowly pushed the door open was half a body leaning out from the darkness.
On the pianist's face, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be opened round by invisible fingers, without blinking.
"Mother," the first person called, respectfully, and paused, but the second sentence turned into an order to his subordinates: "Come here."
Constiny couldn't help it and laughed.
"What's going on...?" Inmaruji looked at the face and then at her, "Why doesn't he come in?"
"I don't know why he didn't come in." Constantine's eyes stayed motionless on the pianist, who was leaning out a shoulder and stretching his arms behind the door - as if he even knew He couldn't reach the two of them, so he wanted to reach out and give it a try. "Those who fell into the darkness...should all be dead."
Inmaruji didn’t look very surprised.
"They are dead and can no longer talk like humans. Every word they said was what they said at different times during their lifetime... I think it should be like a replay."
Constiny looked at the white and bloodless hand reaching into the light of the dressing room and swaying up and down a few times; the pianist seemed to be a little unwilling, and stretched his neck a little more, and his whole head came out of the door. Reached out.
This scene would almost be funny if it weren't too weird.
"Put together what I said at different times and on different occasions in the past, and then say it to us..." Constantine whispered, "In addition to trying to trick us into letting down our guard, I really I can’t think of a second explanation.”
"Look at his appearance," Inmaru Tsuji tilted his head and said, "It seems like he wants to catch us? But even though he is so far away, he doesn't come in..."
His eyes turned to the half of the pianist's body that disappeared into the darkness, and he guessed: "Is it because he...can't completely leave the darkness?"
"I think it should be the darkness that is supporting his body and speaking with his mouth." Constantine murmured. Lines like this from a fantasy novel would one day come out of my own mouth. "Of course the bag doll can't escape from the stick on its back, right?"
"Then why doesn't the darkness come in by itself?" Inmaruji asked with a frown.
None of them have an answer to this question.
"We can try it," Costiner chuckled softly again, "Let's turn off the light for a second or two, then turn it on again and see where the darkness has gone... If the darkness has been fixed when the light is turned on, If it gets on our faces, then the reason why it doesn’t come in is obviously because of the light.”
Inmaruji trembled slightly without any trace, so slightly that she thought she just felt the tremor on his skin.
"You...don't you know how to be afraid?"
"Want to try it?" Constantine turned to look at him, his hand already touching the side of the mirror of the dressing table. "The light switch of the vanity mirror is right here——"
I don’t know whether it was the movement she caught in her peripheral vision, or the sudden electric current in her nerve endings when she realized something was wrong. She suddenly felt nervous and turned her head hastily - her heart was still pounding in her chest. Jump, but the eyes are still the same as before, as if there is no difference.
What...what's going on?
What made her alert?
This time, it was Inmaruji's turn to laugh lowly in her ear. "So you are nervous too...I can see it," he said hoarsely, but had no intention of explaining. "What about you?"
What do you see?
Constiny still had one hand on the light switch, his palms wet and cold. She didn't dare to look away anymore, she just stared straight at the half of the pianist emerging from the darkness, the rolling darkness like thick ink under him, and the door that was open a crack...
She also saw it, but she didn't understand it for a while.
If there is any difference from before, it is that there is a little darkness flowing in from the crack in the door.
Like a strip cut out of plasticine, a small piece of black flowed in and was floating in the air a few centimeters behind the door, like a tentacle or a finger, slowly moving under the light. The ground was tumbling and floating - and the direction pointed by the finger seemed to be more towards Constantine than the center of the dressing table where the two of them were leaning.
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Constiny stared blankly into the darkness, unable to say the word "no".
"When you don't look back and turn your back to your playmate, your playmate will sneak up behind you... When you turn your head, your eyes will keep the other person in place." Inumaruji whispered, "Didn't you just...turn your head? Even though it was only for a short moment, I saw it."
She listened to his voice, echoing in the small dressing room.
"The moment your eyes leave the darkness, it stretches out a little towards you."
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