After my brother's disappearance, my parents were depressed all day long, especially my mother, who was tortured and lost interest in everything, and sat in front of the courtyard gate every day, looking at the endless wheat fields in front of her.
I felt very guilty in my heart, and I always felt that my brother's disappearance had nothing to do with me, so as long as I was free, I sat at the gate of the courtyard with my mother.
One day, I couldn't help myself, so I asked her if she hated me, because if it weren't for my negligence, my brother might not have gone missing.
What I didn't expect was that instead of blaming me, my mother showed a relieved smile, she pointed to the wheat waves one after another, and said calmly: "Xiao Fei, your brother didn't leave, I have seen him waving to me and calling my name these days." ” Her words stirred my heart, and I stood up straight and looked into the depths of the wheat field, where the golden wheat was undulating in the wind like swinging arms.
I just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to sit down again, but I saw something coldly, it was in the middle of the wheat field, and it was like wheat waving in the wind, and if you didn't look closely, you could hardly tell it.
It was an arm, thick and powerful, with well-defined knuckles, and it was waving gently in the direction of its mother, as if to summon her to pass.
"This is not Xiaofei, mother, come back to the house with me."
I was so frightened that my blood was all icy and I took my mother and walked into the courtyard, but she didn't struggle or speak, she just smiled at me and followed me back to my room.
That night, I thought about it and always felt that something was wrong, so I quietly got up and went to the courtyard to tie the door, and just closed the door and was about to return to the house, but I heard the sound of "tuk tuk" knocking on the door.
It was very light, intermittent, and it fell with a bang, and it would be a long time before it sounded again.
Through the crack in the door, I saw the arm again, yes, just an arm, without physical support, it hung in the air, knuckles curled, tapping softly on the door, and then and again.
After a while, my brother's voice suddenly came from outside: "Brother, open the door, I'm Xiao Ran, let me in, I want to go home, I want to go home." ” Although the voice is very similar, I know that it is pretending to be pinched in my throat, it is not my brother, Xiao Ran's arms are white and delicate, and the hair is sparse, how can the thick arm outside the door be him.
I was so frightened that I retreated into the house, locked the door, and curled myself up in a ball, not daring to move.
I don't know how long it took, but the knock stopped ringing, and I wasn't hearing the strange voice.
But the next day, my mother was gone, and my father and I were working in the fields, and as soon as we turned around, my mother, who was still sitting at the door, disappeared, and like my brother, she never saw her again.
After that, people in the village began to disappear one after another, and in less than half a month, as many as forty or fifty people disappeared.
Strangely, before they disappeared, these people all said that they had seen an arm, and that arm called to them and led them to an unknown place.
I often wonder, what the hell is that arm?
Was it a seductive spirit or something else, why did it take away its mother, its brother, and the forty or fifty people?
One day, I finally figured out this question, and I also thoroughly understood the relationship between these missing people, their families, all of whom had been sick and had gone to Sun Huaijin for treatment.
I couldn't help myself with the excitement of thinking about this, yes, no wonder that arm I always felt familiar, and I had seen it grab the throats of the sick and dying people, squeezing the black sand out of the patient's body.
I resisted the excitement in my heart and wanted to tell my father, who was drinking in the house, about this discovery, but at that moment, a white light flashed in my head, and I suddenly thought of another thing.
Am I not also a relative of the patient?
Why didn't it take me away?
As I was thinking about it, my palm suddenly cooled, and my hand was grabbed by a big rough hand, and slowly turning my head, I saw an arm, which was the arm that appeared in my dreams from time to time, and the arm that took away my mother and brother.
Now, it's holding me and pulling me out the door.
I desperately cried for help, hoping that my father would hear and come to my rescue, but the figure in the room staggered a few times, tilted its head, planted itself on the table, and remained motionless.
Filled with despair and fear, my body was dragged by a tremendous force, and I walked slowly along the country road where there was no one, over several hills, and came to a deserted valley.
The valley was covered with thick fog, and the cold and wet air drifted slowly against my body, like a poisonous snake passing by.
Further inside, the fog became thinner and thinner, but there was a trace of unpleasant smell between the mouth and nose, sour and stench, like the smell of spoiled meat.
Through the mist, I saw a cave directly opposite, and a huge black shadow could be faintly seen inside, like a small hill.
My breathing became more and more rapid, and I could already guess what the tall hill-like thing was, for I saw a shoe by the side of the hole, small, with a thick sole and fine stitches, which my mother had made for my brother, and in every stitch and thread was sewn with her deep love for him.
The big hand that held me finally let go, and it floated towards the mouth of the cave, floating towards a looming figure inside, its owner, who had saved countless lives with this hand, and now used it to take the lives of many more.
I bit my index finger and tried my best to hold back my crying, I couldn't cry, he killed my brother and mother, although I couldn't avenge them, at least I could still retain the last bit of dignity in front of the enemy.
Sun Huaijin walked towards me, his eyes were still the same, clear and pure, like a child.
However, I could see the bottomless coldness and greed hidden in his eyes, and he raised his arm at me, "Good boy, don't be afraid, you are the last one, and soon, it will be over." ” I looked at his right hand, the big old hand, with curled tendons, bulging knuckles, and black and red blood stains embedded in the nails, exuding a rancid smell.
He showed no mercy, aimed at my throat, closed his fingers, and grabbed at me.
"And then?
Who saved you?
Cheng Muyou looked at the thin scratch on his neck and asked softly.
The old man raised his head, his expression confused and painful, "It's an old man in a blue robe, and he has a scar around his neck, thick like a hemp rope." ”