The cries of children in the woods came one after another.

Zhou Fan froze in place, who ...... Who's crying?

He wanted to turn away, but the small and intermittent cry seemed to grab his heart, so that not only did he not leave, but stood quietly and listened to the cry.

He walked towards the bright red woods in a daze, and it was not until he entered the woods that he realized that he had entered the woods.

He looked around blankly, looking at the twisted and crumpled bark of the trees around him, and his heart was like a fallen leaf on a tree, falling into the abyss.

He ignored the crying, turned and ran, but after running for some time, he found that the road in the woods seemed to have no end, and he could not see the bright red snow outside.

He clearly remembered that he hadn't been in the woods for a long time, and he had walked in slowly, so why couldn't he get out now?

He was tired of running and had to stop.

The cry kept echoing in my ears.

Who's crying?

Where is the crying man?

He became more and more afraid, afraid of the child's cry, and he did not run, but went in the opposite direction of the cry, just get rid of the cry.

But wherever he went, the cry seemed to follow him, neither stronger nor weaker.

After walking in the woods for a long time, he couldn't help but glance back, and this time he saw a rare bright red empty snow in the woods, and a boy of about six years old stood on the snow.

The little boy had short hair and was wearing a bloody suit, and the cry came from the bloody suit.

The little boy had bright red pupils, and he was staring at Zhou Fan coldly.

This gaze made Zhou Fan feel all his bones tremble.

He wanted to run, but his feet felt like they were filled with lead.

The little boy suddenly grinned, his smile gave people a strange and cold feeling, and he bowed gracefully and said, "What a reunion after a long absence, welcome back." ”

A long-awaited reunion? Welcome back?

Zhou Fan was a little puzzled, and he remained silent.

"It's been a long time since we've played a game at the lodge. The little boy said again.

Where is the villa? Zhou Fan was stunned, and then he realized that there was a manor surrounded by bright red walls behind the little boy at some point.

The blood-red iron door had slowly opened, and the little boy turned around and walked into the villa, disappearing from Zhou Fan's field of vision.

Zhou Fan involuntarily entered the blood-red villa.

When I walked in, I saw a little boy in blood, standing on the snow and asking indifferently, "Do you want to play with building a snowman?"

Zhou Fan didn't know how to respond.

"If you don't want to play, go inside. The little boy in the bloody suit showed a cold color on his face, and then he didn't look at Zhou Fan again, but started to build a snowman alone.

Zhou Fan walked forward again, and there was another wall in front of him, and there was a bright red door on the wall.

The world seems to be only red.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

It was still bright red snow, but the space was much wider than just now, and there were three little boys in bloody clothes standing on the snow, their faces were exactly the same, except for their heights.

The three little boys in bloody clothes held a bright red snowball in their hands, and the tallest little boy asked indifferently, "Do you want to have a snowball fight?"

Zhou Fan was silent.

"If you don't play, go inside. The shortest boy said.

Zhou Fan continued to walk forward, and the three little boys on the snow frolicked, and they threw snowballs at each other and smashed them on each other, and the bright red snowballs scattered into countless fine snow, like blooming blood flowers.

Zhou Fan didn't look again, but encountered a bright red wall again, he pushed open the door on the wall, walked in, and the door closed automatically.

It was still snow, but there were eleven identical-looking little boys in bloody clothes standing on the snow, and the difference between them was still only a slight difference in height.

"Do you want to play with wooden man one, two, three?" asked the eleven little boys in bloody clothes in unison.

Zhou Fan didn't answer, he told him in his heart not to play, not to play any games.

"If you don't play, go inside. The eleven little boys in bloody clothes said coldly in unison.

Then they automatically separated one with his back to the others, and the rest walked beyond the boundary drawn by the snow, and the little boy with his back to the others said one, two, three, wooden figures, and the other ten little boys walked briskly, and when the little boy with his back to the others turned his head to look, they remained still.

It looks like a very ordinary little game.

Zhou Fan didn't look again, but continued to move forward, he came to a blood-red wall again, pushed open the door and walked in.

Now he walked into a room, the room was made of bright red wood, only a little boy in bloody clothes was there, he looked at Zhou Fan and asked, "Do you want to play guessing boxing?"

Zhou Fan still shook his head.

The little boy in blood said, "Then please leave." ”

Zhou Fan nodded, walked past the little boy in blood, and walked to the other door of the house.

And the little boy in the bloody clothes lowered his head and played guessing with his left and right hands, and never looked at Zhou Fan again.

Zhou Fan pushed open the door and walked in, and he found that he was still in a house.

There was still only a little boy in blood in the house, he was holding a paintbrush in his hand, and he was standing in front of the canvas stretched out by the wooden frame to paint, but the painting he painted was blurry, and Zhou Fan couldn't see what he was painting clearly.

"Do you want to paint with me?" the little boy asked without replying.

Zhou Fan still didn't answer.

"Looks like you don't like to play anything. The little boy sighed.

With this sigh, Zhou Fan felt as if his whole body was burning, his body began to melt, and drops of flesh and fat spilled on the ground, causing him to let out a terrible cry in pain.

......

Zhou Fan sat up sweating profusely, and his constricted pupils saw Gu Yan and Huang Bujue.

He was shocked to find that the sky was dawning at some point, and it was actually dawning when he slept this night.

Gu Yan and Huang Bu were relieved to see Zhou Fan wake up.

"Last night, after you slept for half an hour, I woke up Aunt Huang Shi, but I couldn't wake you up, and then the two of us kept trying to wake you up, but to no avail. Gu Yan said with a solemn face.

"After that, I can't, I can only let Master Gu go to sleep, I will guard the two of you, especially keep an eye on your situation, but your breath is even, I can only watch, until dawn, you don't ......wake up," Huang Bujue continued.

After listening to the words of the two, Zhou Fan realized that he had been asleep all the time, and he still remembered the clear dream, the words of the little boy in blood in the dream, and the games that invited him to play in the villa.

What he cared about the most was what the little boy said to him when they first met.

A long-awaited reunion? Welcome back?

The little boy seemed to know him?