Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 731: The Untouchable World (Part 1)

The flame on the red candle was beating, emitting a dim yellow light. I don't know if it was my illusion, but after entering this room, I felt a seldom warmth.

The rental house where the old man lives is small, with only four rooms, and the windows are all pasted with bright red paper, which is completely isolated from the outside.

"Grandma, I saw something coming in just now, be careful." I followed behind the blind old lady, keeping a certain distance from her

The old man did not speak, and walked towards the back room on his own.

She is blind in both eyes, but she didn't touch any furniture while walking. It seems that she knows the position of every thing in this house clearly, and she doesn't know how many years she has lived here , to be so familiar with everything here.

Without a cane or support against the wall, the old man entered the back room tremblingly.

Stepping forward, I smelled a musty smell, with the vicissitudes of the years, as if I dug a tree root from the depths of the soil and put it under my nose.

This smell is very special, rich and decadent, making people unwilling to approach it. The last time I smelled a similar smell was in Taoist Priest Xianqing's ward.

There was a banging sound from the door behind him, as if something was threatening to hit it, and the iron chain shook, but the wooden door painted with bright red paint did not move at all.

I turned my head and looked at it for a long time, and my hanging heart has not fallen. I am very afraid that the obsession will enter the house and even harm the old lady.

"Don't worry, it can't come in." Seemingly hearing the sound from the door, the old woman brushed her silver hair and said to me: "Don't be afraid in your heart, the more you are afraid of that thing, the more it will come to you .”

"Your tone sounds like coaxing a child." I shook my head and grinned: "Grandma, can I go into the back room to have a look? A little guy ran into your room just now, I'm sure he Hiding in a corner now."

"What do you want him for?"

"I just want to ask him something, about the red building, and the ancient building opposite." My voice is very sincere. The old man is old, and I don't feel any malice from her. lie to her.

"What do you want to know, just ask me, that kid is timid, you will scare him." The old man's speech slowed down and his voice was kind.

"The child?" I judged some information from her words. Obviously, the blind old man knew the little black figure before, and it is even possible that the person she has been waiting for is the little black figure.

"It's a long story, grandma, please sit down first."

I saw that she was inconvenient to move, so I wanted to help her, but before I came to the side, the old man waved at me: "It's not in the way, just ask what you want."

She walked to the side of the low wooden bed, groped on the quilt, and after a while took out a bamboo basket with needles and threads from the corner, holding the needle in one hand and threading in the other hand, obviously invisible, but the movements were very smooth .

"Grandma, what are you doing?" I was a little curious, and walked into the back room, and saw some silk and cloth in the bamboo basket, and there was a round thing under the silk.

The color of the satin is no longer bright, it looks like it was from many years ago.

"I'm old, I don't have anything to do, just relieve boredom." The old man skillfully picked up the cloth and embroidered it stitch by stitch. She moved slowly, but it was very comfortable to watch.

Aligned, uniform, harmonious, smooth, and fine. The old man uses Suzhou embroidery techniques. I was fascinated by it for a while, and it took a few minutes to realize it. , You said you are waiting for someone, can you tell me who you are waiting for?"

"It has come in, it is the child you chased." The old man's voice was neither fast nor slow, and the work in his hands did not stop.

"It's really him?" That short black shadow is not obsessed, nor evil, nor is it a living person. To be honest, it is the first time I have seen such a strange existence: "May I ask, what about him?" Is the child your family?"

Tianxin Shangren said that this building is close to reincarnation, and there is an entrance and exit of the animal road nearby. I guess that the child may be the grandson of the old man who passed away, but he was found back along the reincarnation.

Unexpectedly, the old woman shook her head: "He is not my family member, I have never been married in my life."

"Then why did you wait for him? There must be a reason." In such a dangerous place as the Red Mansion, the old man insisted on living here, opening the door late at night and guarding the door. Sombra should be very important to her.

After hearing my question, the old lady stopped her needlework, raised her head, and looked at the door with her eyes full of whites, as if she was looking at me, or looking further away through me.

"He is not my family, but I promised to wait for him more than seventy years ago." "Seventy years ago?" Looking at the silhouette of him, I found it incredible: "Grandma, you promised to wait for him more than 70 years ago? But he is only six or seven years old.

Hungry, but there is not much difference in height and age. "

The little black shadow is similar to a child in both behavior and appearance. I find it hard to believe that he is actually an old monster who has lived for more than seventy years.

"Yes." The old man turned his head slightly, looking at the high-arched quilt in the corner of the wooden bed: "I have passed seventy years, and he just repeated one night."

There was a deep meaning in the old lady's words. I frowned and thought about it, but I couldn't understand it.

"You won't understand." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, threading needles, "You rest with me for one night, and leave as soon as dawn."

I looked at the bulging quilt by the bed, and at the old man who was embroidering slowly. There was an indescribable harmony between the two. looking at each other.

After a few minutes, the quilt on the bed moved, and a slit was opened, and the short black figure exposed his head. When he saw me standing at the door, he immediately shrank back, not knowing why he The movement range is too large, and the back half of the body has been exposed.

"Does this look like a person who has lived for seventy years?" I laughed dumbfounded, and at the same time felt very strange, in the light of the candlelight, he was still a blurry black shadow in my eyes, just like a shadow. Even if you use the judgment eye, you can't see clearly.

"Grandma, when did you live in the pigpen apartment? Can you tell me something about this building?" I still didn't give up, and decided to collect useful information by tapping around.

"I was the first batch of tenants in the apartment building. In fact, I lived near here before the building was completed." The old man did not answer more about the red building. How did the apartment building become She didn't say a word about the current appearance and what happened in the middle.

I know she is avoiding it on purpose, but it involves many innocent lives, and I have to let it face the problem: "Some tenants are crazy, they seem to be under some kind of influence, insane, and they call themselves pigs. You can do things like cannibalism..."

"I can't control what other people do." Grandma's callused hands kept on, and the patterns on the silk and satin gradually became clear.

"In the corridor, this little guy and I were chased by a monster covered in tooth marks. According to my friend, that thing is called obsession, which is difficult to resolve..."

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're from outside. Go away after tonight and never come back. Take everything that happened here as a nightmare and forget it." The old man Well-meaning, I can hear her well-intentioned advice.

The old man is unwilling to tell the truth, and I don't know how to ask, my mind is in chaos.

The room became extremely quiet, perhaps because of this sudden change, the little black figure hiding under the blanket thought that something had happened, and he poked his head out again.

I turned my head and looked at him, I don't know if it was because of the mask on my face or the **** red light in my eyes that frightened him.

The little guy hurried back, let go of his hand, and the ball he was holding tightly fell down, rolling right in front of me.

It was pitch black, and even if it landed in front of my eyes, I still couldn't make out what it looked like, only that it was a fuzzy spherical object.

Bending down, I subconsciously wanted to pick it up, and stretched out my hand, but it was empty.

"Strange..." I tried several times, but I couldn't pick it up at all, as if it was just a shadow: "I can see it, why can't I touch it?"

Before I figured it out, the little guy on the bed suddenly jumped out and hugged the ball, turned around and hid under the quilt again.

His sudden action caught my attention. When he was running for his life just now, he also held the ball tightly and did not let go: "I am afraid that I will die, but I hold on tightly and refuse to let go. It is extremely important to him.”

My eyes were shining, and my eyes swept over the old man's bamboo basket, and my eyes stayed on the thing that was pressed down by silk and satin at the bottom.

"Grandma, can I see the silk and satin you embroidered? Is this Suzhou embroidery?"

"Do you still know Suzhou embroidery?" The old man's voice softened a lot, "Don't mess up the things inside, I can't see it, and if it's messed up, I can't find it."

The old man pushed the bamboo basket forward, and I was not polite, and carefully turned over the silk and satin layer by layer.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects, green radish and Tsing Yi, if one hadn't seen it with one's own eyes, who would have thought that it would be embroidered by a blind old lady.

Opening the last piece of silk and satin, I was a little dazed, and there was a hydrangea at the bottom of the bamboo basket.

The strands of silk threads are intertwined, like buds in bud.

Finger caressing, the stitches are fine and full of texture, I can't help but take it out.

The flower has twelve petals. This hydrangea should be from many years ago. The color on the silk has faded, but the pattern punctured by needlework still retains the original color.

I held it gently, and thought of many things in my mind. "Why does this hydrangea use all black needles and threads? Why is it exactly the same size as the ball that the little black shadow has been embracing?"