Chapter 147

Such good-looking children are easily bullied in private orphanages.

Because there is no room for such a beautiful thing in this place.

But he seems to be rarely bullied, although he is always wounded, but it seems that the unlucky people are those who bully him.

Bai Liu really likes to watch the scene where this ruthless and withdrawn kid fights back and kills the small group that bullies him by himself.

He is very withdrawn, his body exudes a strange smell of mushrooms and strong blood, the back of his bare hands is always densely packed with fresh pinholes, sometimes seeping out of the pinholes with blood, he is always caught He brushed it off nonchalantly.

He hardly talked and communicated with anyone, and on the other hand, no one dared to come forward and talk to this strange child whose complexion was getting paler and paler, as white as a vampire.

He doesn't seem to care about these things, he always goes alone to places where no one wants to go, and stays for a whole day.

And this is what Bai Liu likes to do.

This man was sitting in the church behind the orphanage, sitting in the first row of the god statue, opened a book, and read it carefully page by page. Bai Liu, or Bai Liu, was sitting not far from him. Place, resting his face on his hands with a bit of lazy interest, was curiously observing the strange fellow, and the book in his hand.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Bai Liu, raised the book in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "Do you want to read it together too?"

Bai Liu glanced at the title of the book "The Memoir of Murder by the Slender Ghost", and said, "Okay."

"Will you invite other people to read books with you like this?" Bai Liu sat next to him, turned his head and asked him, "And I'm curious how you got this kind of book in the orphanage, it's forbidden Taste? If the dean sees that woman, she will go crazy and say that we have a tendency to violence and blood."

There are still pinholes in his hands flipping the book. He was looking down at the book with his head down, and did not turn his head to look at Bai Liu, but he answered Bai Liu's questions one by one: "I asked other people before if they want to read it together. , but when they read the contents of the book, they all ran away screaming. I got the book from outside, and I like reading these scary things very much.”

"Why do you like these scary things?" Bai Liu asked with interest.

"Because I think I'm scary too," he said.

He squinted at Bai Liu: "Do you like it too?"

"I like it too." Bai Liu smiled, "I really like watching the plot of scary monsters slaughtering human players."

Later, the child who was reading with Bai Liu found more and more scary books and games from outside to share with Bai Liu.

They hid behind the church, hid under the statues of gods, and under the protection and neglect of the gods, they secretly played with the horrible and infiltrating contraband in these orphanages, played all kinds of horrible games, read all kinds of horrible picture books, But Bai Liu had a pleasant smile on his face - he began to like being with this child a little bit.

He is different from Lu Yizhan. When Lu Yizhan plays games with Bai Liu, he will basically give way to Bai Liu. If he loses, he will scratch his head with a smile and say, Bai Liu, you are so good.

But this guy's competitive spirit is completely incompatible with that indifferent appearance. No matter what type of horror game he plays, this guy will kill like crazy, and then win the first place in Bailiu, and lose in Bailiu. Depressed and discouraged Sometimes, he would occasionally turn away uncomfortably, pat Bai Liu's shoulder unskillfully, and say, Come on, maybe you can beat me next time.

Bai Liu will challenge him again soon, this kind of repeated defeat makes him excited, he thinks it is very interesting to play games with this person.

They got tired of being together all day long, and gradually became two freaks who were separated from the crowd.

But soon, the teacher discovered the book "Slender Ghost Shadow Murder Record" during the general cleaning. The book was confiscated and reported to the dean. Outside, they asked one by one, who brought this unhealthy picture book back to the orphanage.

Everyone lowered their heads in silence, trembling, and no one dared to stand up.

So the dean angrily tore up the book page by page in front of everyone.

Bai Liu pursed his lips tightly. He raised his head in the crowd, staring straight at the "Slender Ghost Murder Record" that was torn into pieces by the dean. all over the picture book.

No one admitted who brought this book back, everyone desperately denied it, and they all blamed Bai Liu and that strange child.

When the dean asked about Bai Liu's body, Bai Liu also denied that it was his painting book.

Only he didn't deny it.

He stood calmly in front of the dean, lowered his eyes to look at the fragments of picture books on the ground, and asked the dean, "Are you afraid of this book?"

He looked up at the dean: "Or you're afraid of me, right? You think I'm a horrible monster who will make bad things happen to you?"

The dean looked a little panicked at him, looking at the pinholes on his body with evasive eyes, not daring to look at him directly, and not daring to answer him.

The incident caused by this book, which should not have appeared in the orphanage, was only lifted high by the dean in the end, put down gently, and let him go.

He was always privileged with the dean, not easily hurt, and the dean seemed unable, or afraid, to do anything to him.

As he said, the dean seemed terribly afraid of him.

Not only the dean, but also the teachers here are also afraid of him, afraid of the bloody smell on his body, afraid of the intoxicating mushroom smell, their fear is hard to hide, and even this fear eventually spread to the children in the orphanage who are good at observing words and expressions body.

These children, who had no idea what was going on, also became afraid of him.

The child was hostile to him, rejected him, beat him, and when he found out that he couldn't beat him, he looked at him from a distance with the horror of looking at a monster, and arranged him with all kinds of gossip and horror stories that he imagined.

He's turned into a monster that bleeds out pinpricks of his own.

But he didn't care, just squatted down calmly to pick up the pieces of the torn book.

After the crowd dispersed, only Bai Liu stood beside him, squatting down with him to pick up the fragments of the book.

They wrapped up all the pieces they picked up and took them to the church - their safe zone.

Because there are no children or teachers willing to go to that place, the church of the orphanage will only be open on some special days. On that day, many people who look rich will come to baptize these children and do very strange ceremonies .

Every time Bai Liu escaped from the ceremony, he didn't like the way those rich people looked at children.

It's like the greedy eyes looking at the goods.

After each ritual, there would be more pinholes on his body, and his face would become paler, from a person to more and more like a bloodless marble sculpture.

Bai Liu and him were silently putting together the torn "Slender Ghost Murder Record" on the church table, and directly above them, the god was watching their attempts to glue together a book that was worthless at all. Childish play with books.

"Do you think those people here really believe in the existence of God?" Bai Liu suddenly asked, "Do you think God exists?

He still lowered his head very calmly, pieced the pieces of paper together with his fingertips, and asked Bai Liu, "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Bai Liu gave the answer very simply. He pointed to the fragments of the picture book on the table and said casually, "If there is a god, let him turn this pile of paper into a real elongated ghost shadow me."

Bai Liu sticking to the book was a little irritable, but the other person was still very patient.

He raised his head: "Were you not very happy when you were torn from the book just now?"

"No." Bai Liu quickly vetoed it.

He looked directly at Bai Liu, and continued to ask: "Do you like this picture book very much? Do you like the slender ghost?"

"Not at all." Bai Liu quickly vetoed it again.

He lowered his head calmly and continued to piece together the pages of the book: "I see."

Bai Liu rarely felt that he was depressed: "What do you know?!"

A month later, Bai Liu finally knew what he knew.

Under the church, an ugly doll that looked only a little like a slender ghost sat peacefully in the first row under the statue, with its back straight.

This doll looks like it should be made of discarded sheets and quilts from various orphanages, with a piece of straw stuck to its head, and patches of different designs and colors all over its body, which makes this [Slender Ghost] look poor and clumsy, like A tramp who is not very skilled in business.

[Slender Ghost] Turning his head, he looked at Bai Liu who was standing at the door in a daze. Asked him in a calm tone, "Want to watch it together?"

Bai Liu sat down calmly, calmly read the book with him for less than a minute, then buried his head in the table and laughed: "...it's so funny that your face pokes out of this puppet."

"The frontal face needs to be done with a bandage." He explained lightly, "I can't find so many bandages. You can make do with my face. I think my face should be almost as terrifying as that of the slender ghost."

"I don't believe it. You keep covering your face with your hair. What if your face is scarier than a thin and long ghost—" Bai Liu took advantage of the other party's inattention, and it was inconvenient to move in a doll costume. Bai Liu forcibly raised her hands as soon as she turned around. Pushed his hair back.

The moment they pulled apart, the two looked at each other strangely, and fell silent.

The silver-blue eyes look like white eyes without eyeballs, looking at Bai Liu lightly, and Bai Liu's deep black pupils completely reflect his face - silver, staring intently at Bai Liu's eyes, A clear jawline, and pale, bloodless lips.

After more than ten seconds, both of them looked away at the same time.

Bai Liu withdrew his hand that touched the other's forehead, calmly squeezed it, and the sound of breathing became slightly faster.

And he lowered his head, and clenched one hand under the table, as if trying to glue his eyeballs into the book, flipping through the book second by second, not knowing what he could read at such a fast speed.

"Do I look... scary?" he asked softly.

"It's okay." Bai Liu reluctantly replied calmly, "It's not very scary."

"Then why is your heart beating so fast?" he asked, "Isn't it frightened by me?"

"No." Bai Liu took a deep breath, closed the book, and stood up with his back facing him, "Let's see this for today."

"Wait." He slightly hugged Bai Liu from behind, put the repaired book into Bai Liu's arms, and said softly, "It's repaired, I'll give it to you."

For some reason, Bai Liu didn't dare to turn his head back. Holding the book with a tense expression, he quickly left.