Cooking in the Monster Shelter

The darkness spreading crazily around it was raging like a tide, and Mingchuan was like a sharp light. Every time it took a step, the shadow would struggle to retreat until a huge gap was cut in the center of the world, and white light poured out from it.

"You," the shadow's body gradually faded and merged into the air little by little, struggling to make a sound at the last second before disappearing completely, "Did you remember everything?"

Lin Jia's eyelids jumped, and she raised her eyes blankly and stared at the young boy's thin back. As if perceiving this line of sight, Ming Chuan turned around at the same time, just facing her eyes.

It was Ming Chuan who was standing in front of them now.

The young man is only fifteen or six years old, but the eyebrows are full of indifference and coldness that do not match the actual age. There is no light in the dark pupils, as if all the gloom and darkness are hidden under the eyes-this is Experienced despair and pain, and determined to make a desperate look.

Prior to this, although Ming Chuan's character could be called "cold and steady", when facing Lin Hao and Lu Yinge, he had always appeared shy and introverted, like a child who doesn't like to talk. But at this moment when he stood in front of the two of them, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and he couldn't see any special emotions, only the biting chill overflowed invisibly.

Lu Yinge is not a guy who is good at observing words and looks. He grinned when he woke up and quickly stepped forward. He originally wanted to give the other person a big hug, but felt that being too intimate was not appropriate. He froze for a while at a loss before patted the boy's shoulder awkwardly: "Ming Chuan, it's fine for you to be fine, it's fine for it to be fine."

Concubine Lin also breathed a sigh of relief: "Are there any injuries?"

Mingchuan shook his head: "No problem."

He paused, and then added in a low voice: "Don't worry, the shadow will no longer appear. He is the concretization of my lost memory. Once I remember the past, it will disappear."

Lu Yinge frowned, "Does the past you remembered mean... the truth about the disappearance of everyone in the orphanage?"

"Yes."

Ming Chuan’s expression remained unchanged, except that his voice became slightly lower and lowered, and he soon recovered as before: "It was a deal with the devil—the Linguang Orphanage had adopted a large number of young children in the past. It seems to be a charity drama, in fact, I have always used orphans as a tool to make money. Since you have entered my memory, you should have a certain understanding of this matter, right?"

Concubine Lin nodded obediently.

"Children in the hospital are roughly divided into three categories: mentally handicapped patients and deaf-mute patients who will not inform, disabled children who will not run away, and others with good looks and good photogenic effects." He said with a sneer, his eyes filled. It is contempt and disdain, "Almost all children will be taken to shoot underground video tapes, and the cruel and abusive images will be publicly sold at high prices; operators and human traffickers will sell their children to underground organizations and wealthy families; as for those who are tortured. Frail and sick children will be thrown away as useless garbage and thrown into the organ trafficking gang. In the end, there is no corpse. The orphanage is heavily guarded, and the dormitory door is locked from the outside every night, so we can’t escape. Go, you can only pin your hopes on evil ways."

Lu Yinge hesitated for a few seconds, then asked in a low voice, "Is there no way to ask the outside world for help?"

He shook his head gently: "Every time a foreign guest visits, the staff will always be by our side. There was a girl who used a small note to ask a volunteer for help, but was caught by a surveillance camera. As a result, on the next day, the newspaper The news of the volunteer's death in a car accident appeared above."

There are many surveillance cameras around the wall of Linguang Orphanage, and there are people patrolling for 24 hours. The children can't find any way to escape here. They can only look at the fence and the high wall, and spend the cycle of despair. Year by year.

One day, the boy named "Lucy" told them that he had heard of an ancient secret method—choose a sacrifice willingly to die, sacrifice his life for a demon summoning ceremony, and wait for the devil to appear. Can realize any wish of other people present.

Lu Yinge's heart jumped: "Sacrifice?"

"At twelve o'clock at midnight, I personally inserted a dagger into the heart, soaked the circle with blood from the heart, then knelt in the center of the circle, waiting for the blood to drain a little bit. According to Lucy, only the strong hatred at the time of death can be summoned. Devil. Once the sacrifice is successful, our wish will be fulfilled."

Ming Chuan seemed to smile slightly, the arc of his mouth was fleeting: "When he asked who would be a sacrifice, I raised my hand."

Lin Yan lowered her eyes, and her knuckles were curled up unconsciously.

Although Ming Chuan showed a light and windy appearance, she knew that he must be in pain at the time. He was only a teenager. He should have been sitting in a spacious and bright classroom like all ordinary children and studying hard. There were not too many worries and ups and downs in life. The only hurdle that needed to be crossed was a thin report card.

But Ming Chuan had to go to the opposite path, watching the tip of the knife sink into his chest a little bit, waiting for death alone in the gradually cold body temperature-everything he did was not for himself, but for the sake of letting him Others escaped from this endless painful hell.

It's really unfair.

"The ceremony was held in my bedroom. When I was about to die, the devil finally appeared. The other children made wishes to him, hoping that the evil adults in the orphanage would be punished, but the devil told us--"

The young man not far away blinked and let out a self-deprecating sneer: "The purpose of the sacrifice is to summon him out. If you want to realize your wish, you must offer enough chips. In short, he can make the orphanage's The staff received due retribution, but at this price, all of us must pay our lives."

Lu Yinge shook his back suddenly, but did not speak aloud.

Mingchuan did not say clearly, but judging from the status quo of no survivors in the orphanage, the children should have agreed to this life-based bargaining transaction.

The children in the orphanage are weak and helpless. Most of them have little common sense of social life, and they are helpless because of chronic malnutrition. They have nothing, the only thing that can be called "precious" and "unique" is their own life.

Life, hatred, and insignificant longing for the future are all the power they have. Even though they had nothing, they gave everything.

"Perhaps because of serving as a sacrifice, I have a certain degree of confluence with the devil. His power benefits me, and it has spawned this remaining self-awareness." Ming Chuan said, "Before meeting you, my Consciousness is trapped in the dream, and the power is controlled by the shadow. Once he perceives a human being approaching, he will drag it into the memory fragment."

Lu Yinge suddenly realized: "So, those missing people have entered your world of consciousness just like us. Where are they now?"

"They are lost in every corner of the memory fragments. Don't worry, I can send those people out at any time-you are the same."

Ming Chuan paused for a moment, and the corners of his eyes were a bit tired and mocking: "The most ridiculous thing is that we thought this was a huge revenge, but until I entered the subconscious half an hour ago, looking at the entire true memory, I couldn’t find it. Any impression of Lucy. He suddenly appeared in the orphanage, but everyone felt that he had known him for a long time, so when he proposed to carry out the sacrifice, there was no doubt that we were all caught by the devil.'Lu "West", "Lucifer", everything was hinted from the beginning, but we could not find this stupid word game."

Lin Hui answered in a low voice: "In other words, the devil has modified your memory and guided the children to start the sacrifice as a'Lucy'."

"The entire orphanage is his prey. The devil uses the hatred the children have nowhere to vent and gets everyone's souls. Only that guy is the final winner." Ming Chuan seemed a little discouraged, with long black eyelashes drooping. Come down, "I thought I could save everyone, but nothing was done. Instead, everyone lost their lives. The truth of the orphanage is unknown. When an unknowing passerby mentions the dean, it turns out to be admiration and Regretful emotions, but none of us who really suffer is willing to care. I can’t do anything well. People like me, really..."

The boy's voice was low and hoarse, as if the patters of rain in the spring fell on the rocks, blurred into a hazy haze. He didn't finish a word, he opened his eyes wide-

Lin Yan, who was not far away, approached him silently, then raised her hand to wrap Ming Chuan's neck. He leaned over and dropped his head subconsciously, caught off guard from falling into a warm embrace.

"not like this."

She sighed softly: "Whether you are serving as a sacrifice or being trapped in memory fragments day after day, you are the one who has paid the most and the hardest. Now that everyone agrees to reach an agreement with the devil, then It means that they do not regret the choice they have made-I think they must silently thank you at the last minute."

Mingchuan originally had the determination to sacrifice himself, thinking that as long as he died as a sacrifice, he would realize everyone's desire to escape. When he was on the verge of death, what was he thinking when he heard the devil's phrase "It will cost the lives of all children".

At that time, the most annoyed and unwilling people were not the children facing life and death choices, but him who wanted to protect everyone.

From the ignorance and cowardice when they first met, the introverted soberness of the second encounter, to the calm and coldness of the two facing each other, they almost witnessed the epitome of Mingchuan's life. What is completely different from ordinary people is that every time he transforms, he comes from endless torture and death, so he will become the character he is now, and it is justified.

But what does that matter? No matter what it becomes, Mingchuan is Mingchuan.

Concubine Lin raised her right hand and gently brushed his soft hair with her palm. Her movements are not very proficient, as gentle as a gust of wind: "I have been working hard for you all the time."

Mingchuan did not speak or move. The tall and thin young man stood stiffly in place, waiting for Lin Hao to lift his eyes inadvertently, only to realize that he had already reddened auricles for some time.

It was at this moment that all the remaining darkness in the room disappeared. Snow fell all over the sky on the dry branches, and the old branches sprouted somehow. In the emerald shades of each other, the crowing of birds passed by, giving birth to a bright red rose.

The dark clouds on the horizon cleared, it was obviously noon, and there was a little jade-like crimson sunset, which was exactly the same as the red in his ears—the dreams would honestly reflect the dreamer’s thoughts and what kind of things. You can't hide it from being careful.

Sure enough, it hasn't changed.

I will continue to complain about myself because of inferiority and self-blame. Although I look indifferent and alienated on the outside, I will treat everyone around me cautiously. Even my shyness is quiet and no one knows.

Concubine Lin smiled, and Wen Sheng said to him: "I will make the truth of the orphanage public, but your wishes are met. Don't tie yourself to this room anymore and leave with us."

Lu Yinge was stupid and could only nod desperately in agreement: "Yes, yes, go back with us, I will invite you to eat strawberry cake, cloud souffle, matcha mousse, and many, many small desserts. I have a younger brother, you must be very good, if so It's really boring, you can try to slap his ears, it's furry and warm, and it's very comfortable."

Lin Yan glanced at him in shock.

Hey hey hey too crumbs! You already belong to "sell your brother for glory" right now! The seemingly cold and reliable brother is not only an out-and-out dessert control, but he also personally gave himself to others to play with his hair. Does Tuantuan know that, do you know!

Mingchuan stared at them blankly, and did not say anything for a long time.

Suddenly, a ray of water flashed across the young man's eyes, and then a reddish water pattern rippled, spreading to the eye sockets, making the eye sockets red.

Seeing that he was about to cry somehow, Lu Yinge suddenly pricked up his ears, trying to awkwardly comfort: "You, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry." Mingchuan wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and his voice finally became as soft as before, "It's just...it's been a long time since no one wants to be so gentle to me. If I could meet you while I was alive, that would be great."

The tall young man stood in front of him, looking helpless.

Lu Yinge is proficient in all kinds of fighting skills and is also very good at firearms. He knows every fatal point of the human body, and knows how to stealthily assassinate, but he doesn't know anything about "how to comfort a crying child".

Without warning, Lu Yinge spoke in a deep voice, using a very serious tone: "Ming Chuan, do you want to see me perform magic tricks?"

Ming Chuan raised his head blankly, and took a breath without choking.

"Look, this is a hand."

With a solemn expression, he stretched out his palm in front of the boy's eyes, and quickly put it behind his back after passing by. Concubine Lin didn't understand what he was doing, but saw Lu Yinge step back a few steps and walked to the window sill full of snowflakes. After a few seconds, he raised his hand again: "Qiangqiang! Now it has become A plum blossom!"

——It turned out that the palm of his hand turned into a wolf’s claw, and the pink flesh was lined with a few round balls. Because he was smeared with white and white goose feathers, the whole appeared beautiful pink and white color, which is really a bit Like a flower that blooms in the cold winter.

Lu Yinge grinned expectantly. He didn't expect Ming Chuan to laugh out loud as he expected, but his eyes were getting redder and tears could not stop falling.

Lu Yinge: Lost, pitiful, and wronged.

Concubine Lin slapped his forehead suddenly: "Lu! Yin! Ge! What should I do now! I can go to your wolfclaw plum blossom!"

Lu Yinge smeared the snow on her face without any kind of pity for Xiangxiyu's friendly character: "Doesn't it look like a plum blossom? Huh? Doesn't it look like?"

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Ah ah ah sorry, I got urticaria the day before yesterday, and I have been tossing in the hospital for a long time, but I haven't updated [Tuxiazuo]! ! ! !