Blood of Mercury

Roland gradually woke up, his eyes darkened.

A loud, almost noisy noise resounded on Roland's side. On the other side came the sound of heavy rain.

Roland could even hear a faint sound. It was like the sound of someone tiptoeing on the floor. The crunch came from nowhere.

But once Roland listened intently, the voice disappeared immediately. Once Roland removed his attention, the voice appeared again.

Repeated several times, Roland had to ignore it completely.

Because Roland's more obvious feeling completely covered it.

The damp cold wind brushed across his skin, as if Roland was standing in the cold wind without clothes on. The thick and warm air was like the tongue of a giant beast, licking Roland's body over and over again.

Violent shaking came from inside Roland's body, making Roland almost nauseated.

The hot and cold nausea made Roland almost suspect that he had a fever.

...wait, where am I?

Intense anxiety turned into doubt. Roland opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up.

The moment he sat up, a sense of tightness came from Roland. Just as Roland sat up, he was dragged down due to his imbalance.

Feeling the hemp rope wrapping around his arms, tying his hands behind his back, and the tight rope wrapped around his ankles, Roland was stunned.

...you are, are you bound by someone?

"Are you sleepy."

Like an illusion, a very soft and immature voice was mixed with a burst of hilarious laughter at the same time, and it came from the dark and dull corner on Roland's left.

Roland suddenly raised his head and looked in that direction.

A huge double bed was there. The quilt was flat and neat, and two giant teddy bears, one brown and one white, were rudely stuffed into the quilt.

The bodies of the two teddy bears were covered with knife scratches. The beautiful glass eyes had long been cut off, and they were still stained with black tea stains.

The two bear ears of the white teddy bear were pierced by a knife, and a pair of silver bracelets, which were very precious at first glance, passed through them. At first glance, they looked like they were wearing two huge earrings.

And in the middle of the two bears, there was a dark thing sitting there motionless.

If a sculpture is normal.

...but, because of the angle, it is not clear.

But look at this. The familiar scene in his eyes made Roland feel a chill in his heart——

Roland turned his head immediately and looked in the other direction of the room.

To his right is a wall-mounted TV, which is showing some variety show at the moment, and the sound is turned up to the maximum. From time to time there was a burst of laughter added later.

A faint light shot from the TV, illuminating the dark room.

Now Roland's head was facing the wall, one side was the wall and the other was the bed, his inexplicably weak body was tightly bound, and he couldn't break free at all.

At Roland's feet was the cabinet under the TV. Roland can step on the cabinet with a little straightness.

Because of lying on the ground. Roland's vision was mostly blocked by the bed and the cupboard, and he could only see a little bit between the bed and the cupboard through the gap and saw a classical coffee table standing on the wooden floor.

Roland also saw the source of his hot and cold.

The culprit was the half-opened window above his head, and the air conditioner with the highest temperature above the window.

The only thing Roland can be sure of is that this is by no means the home he remembers.

An inexplicable sense of fear struck Roland's heart tightly.

"Mom said good children can't stay up late."

As if emphasizing something, a childish voice came from the bed.

The voice was soft and waxy, but extremely depressing and light. As if afraid to wake someone up.

Under the shroud of the sound of the largest TV set, if Roland hadn't tried his best to distinguish it, he wouldn't have even heard the child's voice.

"Sister. Go to sleep... If you don't sleep, you will be beaten."

"I'll go to the toilet first."

The black figure on the bed said to himself, shaking his body and stood up.

Roland couldn't help but feel tight.

His body is now tightly bound, and his head is dizzy, his limbs are weak, and the nerves all over his body are aching, like a high fever for several days. There was no way to break free from the ropes, let alone resist the man.

At this moment, Roland heard a very soft thud.

He knew that the child jumped out of the bed.

In an instant, a white light flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire room as pale as bone.

at that moment. The electric light outside cast a shadow like a hooded adult on the ground.

Roland was shocked, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But the child didn't seem to see Roland and the shadow outside the window, and walked directly past Roland.

Although he was walking on the wooden floor, Roland didn't hear him walking.

The creaking sound in Roland's ear was also slower than the child's walking frequency. Reflected in Roland's eyes. Like a video with a slightly delayed sound, it has an unspeakably weird feeling.

After the child entered the toilet, there was a long silence.

Roland didn't know how long it took.

It could be five minutes, it could be more than an hour. But the child never came back.

Just when Roland felt half of his body go numb, suddenly there was the sound of the key turning, followed by the creaking of the door.

The moment the door opened. The sound of the pouring rain suddenly rang in Roland's ears.

...is the adult back?

But at the edge of Roland's field of vision, he saw only a small figure shrunken from the cold squeezed in from the outside, his body was completely wet from the rain, his bare feet stepped on the ground, making a splash of water.

The little figure stood on tiptoe and took off the key with great difficulty. Then closed the door and locked the sound of the rainstorm outside.

Probably because of the cold. The child leaned against the door, as if he was losing his strength.

But the child seemed to be afraid of waking someone up, trying his best to suppress his trembling **.

From Roland's point of view, it was clear that the child's clothes were completely wet, but the neckline was dry and wrinkled, as if it had just been squeezed hard.

It's about enough rest. The child staggered to his feet and walked back along the original road at a slightly slower speed than when he started.

Roland's pupils shrank instantly.

Although the child's face was still invisible due to the angle of view, Roland saw wet and **** footprints walking by the child and being left on the wooden floor.

At this time, there was a thunderstorm outside. The cold wind blew in through the crack of the window and raindrops fell on Roland.

The bone-chilling rain made Roland shudder and wake up immediately.

It was only then that he realized that he really had no clothes on him.

But at this moment, Roland felt the creaking sound in his ear stop instantly.

Roland turned back stiffly, watching the child crouch down and looking at himself.

The child's face was very delicate, but the two bloodstains randomly smeared on his face distorted the originally very cute face.

It was a seven or eight-year-old boy.

- No, to be more precise, that should be Roland when he was a child.

His eyes were dark and hollow. It seemed that it was not Roland who was looking at him, but someone behind Roland.

The messy short hair was wet by the rain, and was casually scattered on the expressionless face.

That shouldn't be the look on a child's face.

He stared at Roland, and Roland felt horrified because of it.

"Big sister, are you a thief?"

"Little Roland"'s voice was tender but cold.

Roland just wanted to answer, but found that he couldn't say anything with his mouth open.

The throat seemed to be blocked.

No matter how the mouth moves, there is no sound.

Roland sweated in a hurry.

And "Little Roland" ignored Roland's meaning.

He just cautiously turned his head to look at the empty bed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a reassuring smile.

Then, out of nowhere, he took out a long, sharp mutton skewer from behind.

"Little Roland" held the iron drill and walked back to Roland.

The look of despair and fear in Roland's eyes became more and more obvious.

Seeing that Roland never spoke, "Little Roland" tilted his head and asked softly, "Big sister, can't you speak?"

Roland nodded desperately.

Afterwards, Roland was horrified to see "Little Roland" holding up the iron drill, showing a happy smile that he was very familiar with.

"That's it...that's really nice."

That smile was so cute. (To be continued.)

PS: The thumb is still cramping...so painful...