Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Seeing the toy street sign made by this kid, Lin Mo didn't know the details of the little boy. Was he doing this on purpose or just a coincidence?

Still need to watch.

Lin Mo just stood there and continued to watch.

And the little boy was still arranging the blocks seriously, and he didn't seem to notice anyone coming in.

Once again, the little boy was the only one in the room.

That is to say, this little boy is the owner of the 133 wooden house nine times out of ten.

Next, Lin Mo focused on observing the little boy.

The other party didn't have the slightest breath of a living person. It was obvious that he had died in the real world. Other than that, he couldn't see anything. Maybe a child of this age didn't know what happened.

Still playing carefree.

On the cartoon floor over there, in addition to a large pile of wood that has been placed, there are many other toys. For example, balloons, plastic cars, and some small rubber dolls with rough workmanship that look like street goods.

On a small wooden table next to it, there are some papers with painted pictures on them.

Lin Mo walked over slowly.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, the little boy looked up at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback.

He thought that he would see a very terrifying face. After all, the appearance of most nightmares has nothing to do with being good-looking, except for terror, which is weird.

But this little boy's face is chubby and cute.

Just like a living person.

"Uncle, is my father back?"

The little boy asked in a milky voice.

After Lin Mo was sure that there was no danger, he sat down on the wooden bench beside him and asked softly, "Has your father gone out?"

The little boy nodded: "Dad wants to work and earn money. I'm waiting for him to come back. Uncle, have you seen my father?"

Of course, Lin Mo didn't know how to answer this question.

Could this be the entrustment of the owner of the log house?

Lin Mo didn't want to deceive children either. Fortunately, he had rich experience in dealing with children.

If you don't know the answer, you can change the topic immediately.

Small children are easily led astray.

"Oh, did you draw this painting? It's so beautiful..." Lin Mo picked up a colored pen drawing on the small table and began to praise.

Sure enough, the little boy was taken astray.

"Is it really good-looking? I drew it for my father, but he was too busy to look at it." The little boy came over and pointed to the colored pen drawing and asked, "Uncle, look at what I drew?"

"This..." Lin Mo expressed concern about the five-year-old's drawing ability. He should have never learned it, so he painted very abstract.

Only the ghost knows what that mess is.

"Uncle, guess, let's see if it's right." Lin Mo said while trying to find some patterns on the almost scribbled paper.

"Okay, uncle will be rewarded for guessing right, but if he guesses wrong, he will be punished..." As soon as the little boy finished speaking, Lin Mo felt that something was wrong.

He actually felt a sense of danger.

A real sense of crisis.

Lin Mo has experienced many real dangerous moments, so he is no stranger to this feeling.

Looking around the room, it seemed that nothing had changed, but at this moment, it was like a sharp sword was hanging in my heart, and if I wasn't careful, I would die.

"My X, this little guy is serious!"

Lin Mo felt that he had underestimated his opponent. He had originally changed the subject and asked about a painting at random, but it turned out that something went wrong.

If he guessed right, it would be fine, but if he guessed wrong, the punishment from the little boy's mouth might not be able to bear it.

Was the little boy intentional or unintentional, black-bellied or naive?

Stared at the little boy for a while.

Lin Mo felt that this little boy should really know nothing.

It's not like it's pretending.

At this time, Lin Mo had an idea, and once again displayed his unique trick to deal with children, that is, the Dafa of diverting attention.

"Oh, the building blocks over there are really beautiful, I'll take a look..."

"Uncle, you haven't guessed yet. Can't you guess it? Then you have to admit defeat and be punished..."

"Don't, don't, I guess, how could my uncle not be able to guess." Lin Mo found that this move was not very easy to use. At that moment, he felt extremely terrifying pressure.

Relationship between life and death.

Gotta take it seriously.

Although Lin Mo never let his guard down from the beginning to the end, who would know that when he talked to this kid, he would get into a routine, and it seemed that it would be a bit troublesome to get up and down from this car.

Now it's time to guess.

And it has to be guessed.

Lin Mo carefully looked at the painting in his hand.

To be honest, the lines are messy, unorganized, without any particularly obvious features, a bit like a person. No, no, people definitely don't have tails, and their ears are that long.

Wait a minute, long ears and a long tail.

Is it a rabbit?

Lin Mo felt that the possibility was very high, but if it was a rabbit, then the rabbit would look too sloppy, simply beyond description.

At this point, the little boy couldn't wait.

Children are always impatient.

"Did uncle guess it? I count five, if you can't guess it, you lose."

"three"

"two"

Lin Mo suddenly felt that this little guy was not cute anymore. He said to start counting from five, but it turned out to be three-two-one.

Could this little guy's math teacher be the butcher shop owner?

"I guess, this should be a rabbit?" Lin Mo had no choice but to give a most likely answer based on the little clues on the abstract painting.

"Uncle, you guessed it right." The little boy applauded, as if he was happier than he guessed, Lin Mo was relieved.

The danger in my heart dissipated.

It is conceivable that if he hadn't guessed right just now, it would definitely be troublesome.

"Uncle, I'll give you a reward." The little boy took out a separately packaged candy from his pocket. Lin Mo took it and looked at it, it seemed to be a piece of animal-shaped chocolate.

Lin Mo immediately thought of the piece of chocolate that the coffin bearer gave him before.

Can resolve the negative effects of curse attacks.

A thought popped into Lin Mo's mind.

Could it be that the chocolate in the coffin bearer's hand was given by the little boy?

"Come on, uncle, guess this one, I like it the most." The little boy picked up another painting from the table and showed it to Lin Mo.

again?

Lin Mo immediately felt the danger approaching once again.

The terrifying pressure makes people breathless~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This, uncle guessed it right once, or let's play something else? "Lin Mo tried to fool the five-year-old boy, but the boy was not fooled at all.

"Uncle, after you guess this time, let's play something else."

"Well, okay." Lin Mo had no choice but to stare at this painting of the soul that was also like a ghost painting.

But this time, Lin Mo has also learned a lot.

"The color here is good, the lines there are fine, but it's still a little less. If it can be a little more, it will look better." Lin Mo said nonsense and procrastinated.

Anyway, children have no concept of time, so Lin Mo needs more time to analyze the features on the painting.

Otherwise, who can see what exactly is painted on this painting.

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