MTL - Devil-Chapter 30

Well, when this sentence is exported, I always feel that I am even more strange.

However, Auntie did not laugh at him. The night-time nephew was directly aligned with Ji Huan. He was listening carefully to Ji Huan.

“Recently, I have occasionally dreamed...”

It is actually a dream of a black egg.

There are many frog dolls in the black egg dream, a lot of milk cans and many more eggs, each egg is steaming, or peeled off, whenever the milk cans and eggs are seen through the eyes of black eggs. At the time, there is a strong sense of satisfaction in the heart of "Geng Huan";

The young man in the black egg dream is a young man whose face is a little vague, but his eyes are sharp, right, and he has been wearing a green dress that is not in the closet;

The black-eyed dream is a big monster with a gray-black body. Every day, waving a bottle as a weapon, often teasing black eggs, and having to wait for two steps to give him milk. It is a big bad guy! Big bad guys often drool when black eggs eat. At this time, black eggs will turn their heads carefully and then speed up eating...

These pictures in the dream are too clear, and I am happy to draw something out of my mind. However, his paintings are not good. The successor of each syllabus seems to be born with no talent for painting. His paintings in kindergarten - my grandfather, even scared to cry the art teacher at the time, he seems There is a ability to draw any normal item to a distorted shape. He also easily does not draw a picture. It is rare to draw a few strokes inadvertently, and it is very unfortunate to be seen.

"I, I am not very good at drawing." Who knows -

"Not necessarily." Aunt's indifferent voice suddenly drifted into his ears.

"Although you are not very skilled in grasping the lines, you are quite good at grasping the main features. Just because I didn't look at the pictures carefully, I misunderstood what you painted. If you look carefully, you will find that your paintings are actually very realistic."

Listening to the aunt’s compliment to himself, it’s hard to be stunned.

"This person is you." Pointing at the shadow of a witchcraft doll on the homework, Auntie.

His voice did not hesitate, he was very sure that his judgment was correct.

After the joy of looking at the place he pointed, stunned: Do not say, the shadow he pointed to is really himself.

To be exact, it is the self in the black egg dream.

Not enough, this is a strange little man who is painted by himself and even painted on all four limbs. How does the aunt recognize that this group is his own?

Is it difficult for him to grow up in his eyes? if it is like this……

After the joy suddenly looked up and looked at the aunt, eyes... a little weird.

Auntie shook his head gently: "It is seen from the scale and characteristics."

"Your body is very good, the head is very small, the lower body is much longer than the upper body. This figure is now called...model body? Few talents will, and this person..." Aunt pointed to the success Children's stick figure graffiti: "The ratio of ... is almost exactly the same as you."

"Besides, the person in the picture is like you, there is a cockroach here." Aunt continued.

After the joy but stunned: Is there anything on your body? Did not notice at all.

Looking at the back of the joy, auntie aunt stretched out his fingers and gently clicked on the left side of the neck to the clavicle.

It’s summer, and the overalls of the overalls are bigger than the winter, so this place will occasionally be exposed.

Aunt's finger touched the skin of Ji Huan, and left after a moment, obviously it was summer. However, his finger was very cold, and there was no trace of body temperature. When he touched it, he finally resisted wanting. Necked neck.

"Here, there is a dragonfly, very small, and you can't see it completely without looking at it." Auntie faintly said, then he pointed to the same position of the person in the painting, and there was an unobtrusive little spot.

"It seems that you haven't noticed it yourself. Your instant memory is very good. The picture in the dream can show what you have neglected in reality. It's very powerful..." Auntie smiled slightly.

After the joy of swearing.

Just as he slammed the gods, the aunt's fingers turned over and revealed the graffiti above. He looked up and said to him: "Is this what you dreamed of?"

This time, he refers to the big monster grandfather in the black egg dream.

Inadvertently, Yu Huan also painted this "Aye".

After hesitating, he nodded, but this time, he did not explain what it was.

However, he did not say that the aunt continued to say: "The characteristics of this painting are also very accurate, taupe skin, sculpt, sheep-shaped corners on the head... this is Callas."

"Ah?" After the reflexive look up.

Then, he saw the man next to him laughing, and there was no light in the night of the night, and he smiled deeply:

"Karas is the name of a monster."

"Monster? What is that?" After the joy, he looked strangely at the man around him: "This is just what I painted, dreams are dreams, fake, non-existent..."

"Well, it’s true that you dreamed of dreams, but it’s not fake, it’s not non-existent. The thing you dreamed of is a name.” Auntie is now looking at the homework in his hand, no The smiling aunt looks a little surprised.

For the first time, he saw a feeling of black eggs in the eyes of Auntie.

Nothingness, emptyness, darkness, as if everything is in his eyes, and there seems to be nothing.

Afterwards, Huan continued to look directly at the eyes. After a long while, he asked: "The monster... is it... the monster?"

Looking back at him for a while, Auntie said:

"No. But... according to the standards of ordinary humans... In fact, it is a kind of thing that can't be done."

His eyes took the lead from the face of Ji Huan. First, he looked up. The aunt seemed to be thinking. He seemed to be talking to himself. After a while, he continued to answer the questions before the succession:

"I thought about it again. The monster should belong to the monster in the eyes of ordinary people, but the monster is not the same as the monster. The monster, specifically a different creature, their time and speed are completely different from human beings, so Usually can't be caught by ordinary humans in the form of sight, um... not so much monsters, are they closer to the ghosts in human mouth?"

"Ghost?" The expression of Huanhuan is even more weird.

"Well, because it can't be seen by human eyes, many problems that humans can't explain are classified as spiritual phenomena, but in fact most of the initiators of the supernatural events are actually monsters." Aunt nodded.

"Monster? You mean the devil?" After thinking about it, he asked cautiously.

"...the devil is a kind of monster, but not all the monsters are demons." The aunt's answer was very rigorous, and he pointed to the magical material in the painting: "But, Karas is definitely divided by humans. For the kind of demons."

"They are cruel and never live together. They are rare meat-equivalent monsters in the devil. Because of the variety of foods, they are extremely aggressive. At the same time, they are rare foodies in the devil, and they like to eat young cubs. "Flesh flesh." He paused, and looked at the succession for a long while: "Neither the human cubs nor the pups of the monsters are their favorite food."

After the joy of swearing, he looked down at the horned creature on the painting.

"The speed of theirs is fast in the magic. There is a pair of hidden wings behind them that can fly in a short distance. The vision is very developed and the hearing is relatively poor. However, these are in healthy conditions. The healthy color of the Karas is When black, sick or weak is about to die, the scales will gradually turn gray. At this time, their hearing and vision will gradually weaken until they are completely lost."

Aunt paused:

"However, there are few Karas who can meet gray scales. Most of them die very early because of this kind of magical cruelty."

"Most of Carras will die in the young adulthood." The black man named Auntie said quietly.

There is no buzzing after the joy.

“It’s impossible for people who haven’t seen Carras to draw all the features of Callas. Do you remember carefully, are there signs of Carlos being around?”

"They like meat, hate suffocation, the footsteps are very light, there is no shadow... Hey, this one doesn't count, most of the monsters have no shadow, they don't have mosquitoes in the place where they live, oh... this is not a lot, a lot of monsters The blood is poisonous, so there is usually no mosquito in the place where they live."

Having said that, Aunt frowned, reaching out and touching his chin, as if suddenly he had turned something out of his memory, and then his brow suddenly opened:

“Think of it: Callas especially likes hot springs. All of Karas will choose to have a hot spring to build a nest. For the rest of their lives, they won’t leave the hot spring. In addition, because their scales contain a lot of acidic substances, Carras has long The soil in the place where you live will be red, and the grass will be difficult to grow."

With the man's narrative, the number of heart beats of Huanhuan suddenly became chaotic, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, but his body was getting colder and colder. It was obviously midsummer, but his body was like being soaked in ice water, desolate and desolate. .

However, he did not show this gaffe. After he proposed that the aunt eat two biscuits and refused, he ate all the biscuits himself, then drank another cup of herbal tea, and finally politely said goodbye to the aunt. .

After Auntie left, he wiped the floor very carefully and waited until the time of work, and then he left something.

Just after arriving at the foot of the mountain, there was a car coming in, but for the first time, I did not get on the bus as usual, sitting in the cold chair, he waited for two buses, and waited until the last last bus arrived. He touched the mosquito bag on his body and wiped his face again. He just got into the car as usual.