Chapter 43: Foolish World Chapter 43: Wall

Foolish World Chapter 43: Wall

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"Screw you! You're that fast?"

Huaiyou roared, and at this moment he had already discovered that the thing behind him had arrived in front of him in an instant.

To be precise, behind his back.

But Huaiyou was clearly not a pushover; how could he let this thing get close to him like this?

Even with his butt, he knew this thing was very dangerous.

So at this moment, Huaiyou instantly rushed forward, and his speed increased.

The mask on his head also seemed to emit a trace of coolness along with the changes in the surrounding environment.

This change made Huaiyou's brain feel much clearer.

"Screw you!"

While fleeing downstairs, Huaiyou clearly saw a clothes drying pole at the corner that was usually used for hanging clothes.

No sooner said than done.

Huaiyou reacted in almost an instant, hurriedly rushed up, grabbed the clothes drying pole, swung it around, and smashed it toward the back.

Immediately, a clear tactile sensation came.

This was the feeling of hitting flesh.

Huaiyou's palm felt a stinging pain at this moment; this was the counter-shock force from too much strength.

"Crack."

As expected, Huaiyou's hand strength was quite large; after smashing it over, the clothes drying pole couldn't withstand such great force and broke directly.

But this blow, of course, also had an obvious effect.

He only felt the white shadow that had rushed over from behind stop for a moment, emitting a thick stench of corpses.

Finally, there was a clear dripping sound, and green-black corpse water dripped onto the ground.

Huaiyou turned his head subconsciously to look.

But he discovered with horror that the way this thing paused only lasted for a split second.

It was still approaching rapidly.

But it was also at this moment, although the stick in Huaiyou's hand was broken, his body was still intact...

And so, he turned his body backward, and this time he swung it around again.

But this time it was his leg.

He turned his head and kicked over.

This was also a method with no other choice.

Similarly, this kick landed solidly.

However, Huaiyou soon regretted that he had kicked this solidly.

Although his forceful kick made the corpse covered in white cloth in front of him fall to the ground with a bang, and it looked like it had temporarily lost its ability to act.

But this same kick also caused the white-clothed corpse to burst open for the most part, and the green-black liquid soaked Huaiyou's trouser legs completely.

However, Huaiyou endured the nausea and seized the opportunity to successfully run to the first floor at this moment.

Immediately, the surroundings returned to calm.

The sound of footsteps and running also disappeared at this moment.

It was as if the first floor was a barrier; Huaiyou successfully ran down, and this kind of thing disappeared.

Huaiyou was panting heavily in the lobby.

His heart was thinking.

"Damn... it looks like the second floor here is definitely off-limits; the number of those things is too high, but fortunately, they didn't follow."

Huaiyou looked at the stairwell with lingering fear.

The light there was sufficient, and the power had long since been restored at this time.

But when Huaiyou turned around again and looked at the surrounding environment on the first floor.

Huaiyou's whole body couldn't help but stiffen again.

"Don't play like this... can't you give me a buffer time?"

Huaiyou tightened his grip on the broken half of the clothes drying pole, wanting to walk outside as if nothing had happened.

However, even if he tried his best to show this indifferent attitude as if it had nothing to do with him, those things didn't seem to want to let him go just like that.

Or to be precise, those things had actually been targeting him from the beginning.

Originally, when he turned his head to look toward this side, at the edge of the main door.

A foot stretched out, only revealing half of the sole, but Huaiyou was very certain that it was clearly a child's foot.

And although that foot was small, it was full of a deathly white-green color, as if it had been soaked in water and then ground in the grass.

Or to be precise, it was like it was in a state of being about to rot...

And Huaiyou had originally wanted to pretend he didn't see it.

After all, this thing was outside and didn't have the intention to come in, but when he started to move, he accidentally discovered from the corner of his eye that in the corner next to the tables of the small restaurant behind him.

There were also such feet stretching out.

Even in the darkness further away, there were the same small feet.

"No way... having more than 10 upstairs is one thing, but how come the number downstairs doesn't look small either?"

Huaiyou couldn't help but think of the child he saw at the beginning at this moment...

"There's more than one of these things?"

However, at this moment, Huaiyou suddenly saw something that had appeared on the wall.

He was stunned, then walked over slowly, and took a cautious look.

He was very sure that this thing was definitely not there when he was on the first floor before.

The wall must have been clean at the beginning.

Keenly, he felt that this extra thing might be some kind of hint.

Soon, Huaiyou subconsciously approached here.

He discovered that it was actually a full wall of dense records.

This definitely appeared suddenly.

And it seemed that when he came here from a further place, this thing was still increasing continuously, until he stood in front of this wall, and this thing stopped this momentum.

And, Huaiyou turned his head to look and found that the child's feet that were hiding in the corner at the beginning had also disappeared at this moment.

They seemed to have hidden themselves.

"What's the situation... could it be that they discovered I saw the thing in front of you? Are they afraid?"

There were drawings, words, and even newspapers on these records.

The drawings and words were mostly drawn with scraps of paper, and the newspapers looked a bit old.

But without exception, they were all recording some kind of "strange" things.

"There are ghosts outside." The first line of text was crooked.

Huaiyou looked at the font on this first piece of paper at this moment.

A grotesque feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

"This... how does the appearance of the characters look a bit like it was written by a child?"

That's right, the font on this piece of paper looked crooked, and there were even typos in this short text.

That was the character for "ghost."

The character for "ghost" was missing a horizontal stroke.

Huaiyou then looked at another one.

The content on this piece of paper was a drawing full of childlike innocence, and there was a line of text under the drawing.

The content of the drawing seemed to be a family of three.

Two adults were holding a child, the father on the left, the mother on the right, and in the middle was a cute smiling child.

Although the brushwork was childish, it clearly expressed the central idea; it was clearly the drawing level of a child.

Estimated age was 10 years old or even younger.

However, although this seemingly warm scene was depicted, there was an discordant character that was still drawn.

That was a black shadow standing behind this family of three.

The face of this black shadow was a mass of black, but the eye area was red.

Although it was not obvious, Huaiyou still noticed it.

"What is this thing? Could it be that the child who drew this painting accidentally saw this thing?"

Huaiyou skipped this one and stopped thinking about it; on the contrary, he became interested in the others.

The first and second ones already exposed such information.

Then the ones behind could basically be imagined.

And just as Huaiyou thought, the content on these walls became stranger the further down he looked.

The most obvious or eye-catching ones behind were still the drawings.

In one drawing, the surroundings were chaotic lines.

But in the middle of that drawing, there was a bright red door; the style of the door looked normal, just the kind of wooden room door common in a home.

But this simple drawing made Huaiyou feel a bit strange, because this drawing did not show anything else.

But the twisted and chaotic lines displayed, as time passed, the more Huaiyou looked, the more he felt those lines were like tentacles.

And behind that door, it was as if something was hidden inside, just not revealed.

Thinking about it again, even if these were really drawn by a child, how could a child inexplicably draw such a red door?

And this door was red.

If it were drawing a family of three, drawing animals, drawing scenery, or even drawing a house, it would feel normal, but drawing such a door was not right.

Because there was no red door here.

Then did this mean that he had seen such a door?

And where did he see it?

Huaiyou's eyelids twitched, and he continued to try to look down.

The drawings near the corner below were indeed still outlining one scene after another with a childlike brushstroke.

One drawing showed a house, with a little boy wearing a Superman costume and a cape on the side, looking like he was flying freely in the sky.

And another drawing showed a boy lying on a bed without moving, looking like he was asleep, but there were many hands around him, constantly approaching.

Below them all had the same line of text.

"I dreamed that I flew up, and I dreamed that I fell asleep again, but when I fell asleep, it seemed I never woke up again, and arrived at a strange place."

Huaiyou observed carefully again and found that with the increase in distance and the increase in the number he observed, these papers pasted on the wall actually had a certain order of time.

These were words, and the drawings were like records; the further back, the closer the time.

The most obvious thing was the drawings on them; the further back, the brighter the colors.

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