Chapter 330:

"Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!

In the darkness, Ji Bai was looking at her, and she was also looking at Ji Bai, falling into a stiff silence.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the black image was frightened.

"Evil ghosts! All are evil ghosts! This world has been occupied by the evil ghosts of hell! Dead, dead to death!" The black shadow, who looked as thin as a firewood, flushed with red eyes, and picked up aside. The bench screamed crazy words, as if to tear the armored man in front of the door to pieces, "Fuck!" The shadow picked up the bench and kept swiping FAW towards the armor.

The distance was close, and then in the bleak light, Ji Bai saw the hysterical face, the familiar facial lines and contours, but he had been tortured over the years, as if he was more than ten years old.

The crow's feet on both eyes are thick, and the eyes are covered with terrifying bloodshot eyes, as if they have not been able to sleep well all these years.

Hearing the unexpected commotion in the door, the wooden falcon who was waiting at the door outlined a curve, kicked his pockets with both hands, and left with peace of mind. "Mother, it's me, I'm back." Ji Bai let this completely crazy woman go. Kuang Kuang Kuang, his words did not receive a response, except for the woman's increasingly fierce reaction and the more frequent knocking sound.

The bench was smashed, and the woman seemed to be tired, and stepped back in horror.

"Mother, it's me, I'm Ji Bai." Ji Bai stepped forward and stared at the irrational crazy eyes through the crevices of his helmet.

"Evil ghosts are all evil ghosts! Go away!" The crazy woman picked up the iron hanger on the side again, and was about to throw it at Ji Bai, but her wrist couldn't help her.

The armour was like a pair of iron tongs, and Laola grabbed her wrist.

"Don't you know me? I'm back to see you.

"Ghost!! The devil caught me!! Let go!" The woman struggled regardless of the pain, but after witnessing the gaze of the seam of the helmet, she was instantly stunned and unexpectedly quieted Wanlai's eyes. There is no disgust or disgust, only pity.

Chapter 17 ~ Crazy Talk

"I'm back, don't you know me anymore." Looking through the seam of the helmet, quietly staring at the red eyes.

In the silence, the eyes filled with hysterical madness seemed to calm down a little.

"Go back, come back, come...! Oh, oh, oh, like this, I’ll be back when I’m back, oh." Feeling free from bondage, the foster mother jumped away like a lingering heart, hiding like a torrent of beasts. Behind the sofa, he glanced at Ji Bai fearfully.

The reduced threat is probably good.

"Do you live in this kind of place for so many years?" Ji Bai looked around the dark surroundings, slightly raised his eyebrows, wondering the irreversible effects of being in the dark on his vision, and planned to open the curtains.

However, the woman seemed to see through her mind, and hurriedly jumped out to stop him, "No! No! Monsters, evil spirits will find me! Can't help but no way."

"Okay, I see, I won't open the curtains, mother, get up quickly."

"No, no. Can open the curtains, can't can't, can't...The adoptive mother has her eyes sluggish, and she hugs Ji Bai's legs and mutters something, that is, she refuses to throw her hand away.

"Well, don't draw the curtains or draw the curtains, get up quickly, it's cool on the ground." Ji Bai gave up this behavior that would stimulate the adoptive mother. He patted the adoptive mother's scrawny back, as if he was coaxing the child, and gradually healed it. Her restless emotions.

After getting Ji Bai's affirmation again and again, the adoptive mother was skeptical and tried to let go of Ji Bai. After confirming that Marriage Bai was really not interested in the curtains by the window, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. .

Fear of seeing light as a sub-phenomenon of mental illness, the cause is big

Ji Bai is not a doctor of psychology diseases. Unfounded analysis of his condition is called guessing. There are more experienced old doctors in human federal psychology than his own. They are all helpless with the condition of their adoptive mothers, so what can they do. Turning to the dusty sofa, I plan to sit down and try to exchange a few words with my adoptive mother and talk about the current situation and the past.

"Mother, you haven't had a good time these years... Do you still remember Xiao, your daughter

Her wedding will be held soon, and I am sorry that you can’t be there to send your blessings as you look now...

"Moon? Liver? Crescent moon candy? Good, crescent moon candy is delicious!" The adoptive mother's face went from dull to figured out with excitement, her face crimson nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Ji Yue, she is your own flesh and blood, you can forget me, can't you even remember her?" Ji Bai suddenly felt stupid, holding a trace of illusory hope to try to deal with a mental patient Normal communication, is there a mental problem?

"Ah?? Oh, oh. Your name is Ji Yue, Ji Yue, oh oh, oh oh." The adoptive mother was startled slightly, then nodded her head, her eyes were round and quiet, she was hitting the bottle white straight, SF was light In the novel, Ji Bai was dumbfounded by the reaction of her adoptive mother.

Looking at this situation, she probably has forgotten all the memories of her family.

That's right, I'm already insane, how can I still remember the bits and pieces of the past.

"Oh oh oh!? I, I remember, I remember!" Ji Bai was startled by the sudden reaction of her adoptive mother who jumped three feet high.

"Did you remember? What did you remember?" Ji Bai moved in his heart and stood up.

"I remember! Guest, guest!" The adoptive mother turned her eyes to Ji Bai excitedly.

"How can there be no reason not to entertain people from afar? Ehhahaha! I'm going to have tea now, please wait a moment." The adoptive mother jumped into the inner room like a mad and panicked step, and will be splashed. Pen Lengshui regained his understanding of something important, and Ji Bai, who was mad and calm, stayed where he was.

The movement with the door entrained the wind, and a few white papers randomly thrown on the wooden table were blown to pieces, falling scattered on the ground. Ji Bai was naturally attracted to him, looking at the compartment. The door was closed tightly. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and picked up the paper scattered on the ground. In an instant, he was drawn attention by the seemingly meaningless graffiti above.

It's just a few paintings outlined by monotonous simple lines, but Ji Bai can't look away.

The scenes drawn by the stick figures outlined by the rough lines are unexpectedly vivid. Just a few simple strokes make the scenes vivid.

It seems that in a large auditorium, the little red people with devil's special horns surrounded a black little person, as if accusing him.

Beside the black villain, a red villain can't afford to bow down, as if he has been severely injured. The chair corners on his head prove that it is the same length as the red villain surrounded by him?

The little red people have pin horns, they stand upright with their arms around, pointing their fingers at the little black people, but the rough outline of the painting perfectly expresses the meaning contained therein.

Among a kind of evil spirits, the black villain is isolated and helpless, and the contrast with the unforgiving demons is very sharp.

Another small black man was watching quietly, not knowing if it was mis-stained with ink, or if it was deliberately stained, its color was a little reddish, as if it was being gradually dyed red.

The black villain in the middle seemed unable to explain. A crimson thorn stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak, but to remain silent. Yi Jibai admired this special purpose as a bystander. His paintings ●The style of painting resembling elementary school students' graffiti can express the meaning vividly, which is really amazing.

Do you have a lot of literary and dynamic feelings?

Or it is because I have a deep feeling for this memory that I have this kind of empathy. Compared with the first painting, the second painting depicts very few things, giving people a clear feeling.

There are 13 little people drawn on the white paper, with different colors, four of them are red devil with special horns, and the other are black.

Ji Bai noticed the number "1" written on the corner of the picture scroll friend ●

And the next three scrolls are written with "2

The 5th "qo".

Is there any order? This surprised Ji Bai.

The content of the second one is almost as concise as the first one.

There are still thirteen villains, the number of red villains has not changed, and the number of black villains has not changed. The only change is that the black villains, like the red villains, have more devil horns on their heads, and their backs are long. Out of the devil's tail.

If it weren't for the number two on the corners of this painting, Ji Bai might confuse this painting with the first one.

The pen and ink used in the third painting is obviously much more than the previous two paintings, and the expressions are also very mixed.

A small black villain stood in the middle at a loss, one side was a red demon lurking in the dark, and the other side was a terrible black evil black demon who acted recklessly under the direction of the huge golden figure behind him, the red demon lurking in the dark. Seems to be waiting for some opportunity.

The most helpless is the black villain who is caught in a dilemma. He is at a loss, weak and helpless, and does not know what to do.

It is already a dilemma, and at the same time, the red on her body is deepening.

On both sides are evil spirits who choose people to eat, it is already two heroes.