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The originally white and lovely face seemed to be rotten from the inside, and it was quickly soaked out like ink, sweeping across the whole face, like a maple leaf that had been burned by a fire, the skin and flesh were black and wet rotten and exuded a foul smell, and the cheekbones were exposed to the outside, which was also black.

Song Xianhe didn't know what was going on.

He even looked up at the sky, where the sun was still hanging and not setting.

In broad daylight, is it haunted, or did he not wake up from his dream at all? Dream within a dream.

Song Xianhe was a little confused for a while, but the itching and pain from inside his body were getting heavier and heavier, so he didn't have time to care about whether it was true or not, and now he just wanted to get out of the predicament in front of him as soon as possible, and struggle out of the shackles, even if he freed himself from scratching with one hand.

Not really.

Several children held his hands and legs so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

At this time, his whole body was invaded by ants, and he looked completely black.

A.

It can only be seen that it is a human figure.

The severe pain made Song Xianhe cry out loudly without caring about the ants with his mouth, "It hurts, let go of me, let me go, I tell you, I am the director of this orphanage, you have annoyed me, I will not let you go." Starve! Yes, I'm going to starve you to death. As long as I don't agree, no one will feed you. ”

"Let go! You goddamn little bitch! I knew that Lao Tzu shouldn't have kindly left you behind, not only gave you a place to live, but also raised you with good food and drink. As a result, there are some white-eyed wolves. ”

"You want to kill me, don't think, don't think!"

He struggled hard, maybe it was really a great pain in his body, maybe he really felt the danger and would die if he didn't break free, which made his strength surprisingly great.

Then, break away.

Song Xianhe, who regained his freedom, tried to save himself like all drowning people.

He kept slapping the dense ants on his body, wiped the honey off his face with his hands, and rolled on the grass, trying in vain to roll all the ants down.

Ants, he had never seen so many ants in his life, those black and swarthy ants were as small as sesame seeds, a finger could be easily pressed to death without much effort, and when he was bored, he had several ways to kill an ant nest.

Extermination.

Burn with fire and flood with water......

But it's ridiculous that he's being killed by ant-like ants, which is so ironic.

These ants appeared unexpectedly, like a black cloud directly covering his sky.

There was no light in sight.

Song Xianhe rolled on the ground, and let out a terrible scream from his mouth, and the listeners shuddered.

What's even more desperate is that he shouted so loudly that no one ran out at all.

What about the people in the orphanage?

Song Xianhe didn't have time to take care of these anymore, he just wanted to get out the damn ants in his body who were gnawing at his flesh and blood, it was really too painful, and it was heart-wrenching.

He remembered that he was naughty when he was a child, and he was accidentally stabbed by a foreign spicy, and the itching pain that could not be eliminated is still fresh in his memory.

Finally, Song Xianhe stopped moving.

He looked at the sky with empty eyes, the clouds were very white, soft and sweet like cotton candy, but in his sight, it was pitch black, those black, dense ants.

Ants.

He blinked, but he didn't have the strength to move any longer, and an ant slowly crawled over his pupils, leisurely, leisurely, and leisurely, and looked at him mockingly.

Belch?

Song Xianhe was stunned for a moment.

Taunt?

Once upon a time, an ant could make such an expression, and he could see it.

It's incredible.

Immediately, Song Xianhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that in his pupils, the ant walking leisurely, with a head much larger than his body, was clearly a child.

With big eyes, red lips, and two pigtails on his head, he grinned at him.

Abrupt.

He seemed to hear a childish voice coming from the distant hell but close to his ears, "It hurts, we are buried in the ground, covered with a thick layer of wet and cold earthy soil, we can't breathe, we can't see the light, and there are ants and earthworms that keep running through our bodies, and those ants bite off our flesh, crawl into the veins, and even burrow into the bones, little by little."

We're gone. ”

It hurts!

It was the baby bump held in the palm of his hand by his parents, but he was lying helplessly on the ground at the moment.

You should also taste this kind of pain.

Song Xianhe seemed to understand, but he didn't understand, but it was too late.

Ants covered his sky, and then, the sky fell.

Song Xianhe's eyes widened, and his body was gradually covered by ants again.

Not far away, a group of people were happily holding hands, running more and more until they disappeared.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Song Xianhe heard his heart beat slowly a few times, like the pendulum of a clock, and finally stopped.

Calm returned to the courtyard.

The wind blows, as if nothing is left, and as if nothing is left.

There seems to be a faint sound of rustling, if you have to describe it.

Silkworms eat mulberry leaves.

A large group of silkworms quickly gnawed off a large pile of mulberry leaves.

After a long time, the voice was gone, and Song Xianhe's eyes seemed to be moving.

Ah, it's ants.

I saw a black-bodyed, white-headed ant spinning around in his eyes and slowly crawling out.

Immediately after, one, two, three......

The ants crawled out neatly along the established route, and finally disappeared in the grass.

And Song Xianhe still maintained his previous appearance, and seemed to have just slept comfortably in the afternoon.

Dead!

Even knowing it was quiet.

A pair of feet with small pink leather shoes floated in the air thirty centimeters above the ground, tiptoe down, tiptoeing, and in an instant arrived at the place where Song Xianhe's body was lying, and the pink skirt looked vivid in the afternoon when the sun was just right against the green trees and grass.

Siru raised her hand.

A half-used black smart phone flew out of Song Xianhe's pocket and landed in her hand.

She gently pressed down on the three numbers.

Soon the other side was connected, and a nice and polite female voice came out, asking what was the matter.

Siru lowered her eyes, Song Xianhe on the ground didn't blink, she hooked her lips and smiled, "It's okay, just make a call to inform you, here, there are dead people." ”

Hurry up.

The young lady who answered the phone was stunned, but before she could react, the other side hung up.

Dead?

Now such strange calls are usually related to the trafficking and homicide cases that are causing a lot of trouble, and the young lady doesn't dare to think about it, so she quickly notifies the task force.

Siru finished the phone call and turned around and floated away.

A black, old mobile phone fell from mid-air and fell into the grass, and in the grass, there was not a single ant.