dramatic death

Han Zhaoyuan is a lunatic.

This grooming restriction can be traced back to his fifth grade elementary school, or a little further back, to the summer camp in his fourth grade.

At that time, Xiaomo Han was just in his early tenth year. He was at the age where anyone would want to touch his head when he saw him. In addition, he was so young that he was so disastrous to the country and the people. He successfully captured a large number of Xiaodouding in the school.

Children are like this, they rarely have the ability of self-judgment in their cognition, they usually only decide their likes and dislikes based on the external appearance of a person or a thing, and think that everything has a "black and white" truth.There is no concept of deception in their cognition, it is difficult to question or doubt something, and even produce some unfounded self-centered thoughts, arrogantly thinking that everything in the world is good.

They are easily deceived.

This is a trap that this age cannot escape.

However, while the bored psychologists in Central City were talking about it, the ten-year-old Han Zhaoyuan had successfully put this theory into practice.He gathered a group of little Doudings in the summer camp, and hid the teacher who was in charge of them temporarily in the suspension car on the return trip, just to "let her accompany us in the future studies", such a simple and distorted wishes.

He didn't realize there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

"I want this thing, and I got it through my own efforts. Is there anything wrong with this behavior?" He even replied to the police in Central City in the subsequent investigation.

All investigators repeatedly watched the [-]-hour full-length video in three days. They watched Han Zhaoyuan, who was only ten years old, constantly testing the image collection range of city surveillance, making cartoons on the terminal, using various Breeding cats and rabbits instead of maps for building installations subtly influence the children's thinking and even teach them how to lure the teacher into the room.

He is like a born criminal, with sinful factors buried in his bones.Scientists continue to question the rationality of Han Zhaoyuan's survival. They believe that such a child should be sent to the White Tower. There must be a certain sequence in his gene that matches the criminal library, and he should be locked up.

——"We follow humanitarianism and hope that Dr. Han and your son will be investigated together."

Unfortunately, due to the confidentiality regulations of the Academy of Sciences, the final handling of this matter has not been widely announced.No one can tell what Han Zhaoyuan's prank has become. It and "Yin Tong's Moving" are even listed as two horror stories to frighten children in the central city. ) to live together", and it is impossible to tell which of the two parties is worse.

Dong Tiantian later casually asked about the outcome of this incident.

It was Chinese New Year at that time, and the children in the family swarmed into the courtyard to build snowmen.A family got on and off the suspension car outside the big iron gate in the distance. The older brother was leading the two younger brothers and was chattering about something. On one side, impatiently took the little one's hand.

They look like family, but they'll never be.

Dong Tiantian stood on the balcony, looked at the youngest brother from a distance, was silent for a while, and exchanged a polite smile with him.The elderly grandmother behind him sighed suddenly, and yawned in the twilight of the winter sun.She looked as if she was sleepy, leaning on the soft cushion of the rocking chair, stepping on the "squeaky" pedals, swaying in the laughter of her children and grandchildren.

"Create a crime..."

The old lady squeezed out a sneer from her leaky teeth, which sounded a bit sad for no reason.

"The Su family was burned, Mr. Xu was arrested, the Han family is in chaos now, Han Gouzi's gang of fried concubines are busy stealing money, who cares about the two children of the Han family ah."

"However, their family's ancestral problems are all lunatics. There is nothing wrong with the little doctor and his son being imprisoned in the Academy of Sciences."

"It's nothing bad, it's nothing bad..." The old lady opened her eyes, beckoned Dong Tiantian to squat down, and patted his head, "It's just a crime, what a pity..."

nothing bad?

Dong Tiantian thought, there are many bad things going on.

Back then, there was an internal dispute in the Academy of Sciences, and I don’t know which person in charge of which project did something big, which caused a group of them—eleven people including him, Yin Tong, and Han Zhaoyuan—to be forcibly brought into this place. school.

They didn't know what happened, they didn't know what happened to their father.They were like hostages used to control extremists. They came in a daze, were beaten in a daze, and were put into different terrariums in a daze, and were subjected to regular drug experiments.

They don't know anything, but they have suffered a lot. While they have to guard against the persecution of external enemies, they also have to be careful of the stabbing of internal masses.

Dong Tiantian sat in a chair in the 335 dormitory, leaning against the desk, and followed Yintong's line of sight to the closed window.

There is still a layer of white mist outside the window, and some vague shadows can be seen vaguely, but it is impossible to distinguish which are tree branches and which are street lamps, only a messy dark crack with branches can be seen.The curtains hanging by the window were stained with blood, and the cream-yellow denim was covered with blood-spotted scabs, which looked like the paw prints of mischievous animals, or the haunting ghosts commonly seen in some horror movies.

Dong Tiantian has always felt strange in the past, those horror movies on the market always like to dye the room in a deep red, it is better to add some big and small palm prints, as if it is not scary enough if it is not dirty.Later, Mr. Wen explained to him that these settings come from the root of people’s inner fear. After all, human beings are a kind of xenophobic creatures. They are used to demonizing things that they cannot understand, including children and ghosts.

They think that these cannot be communicated, and that failure to communicate will lead to fear.

So those broken palm prints on the curtains are also terrifying to Dong Tiantian, because the owner of these palm prints——Han Zhaoyuan who fled through the window, can't communicate to some extent.

He is like a "ghost".

A "ghost" that acts with obsession.

"Han Zhaoyuan is here?" Dong Tiantian asked, "He came in from the window and wanted to kill you?"

Yin Tong paused for a moment in his words, deliberately slowed down and corrected his statement word by word.

"I want to strangle me," Yin Tong raised his hand and gestured on his neck, and let everyone in the room observe the finger marks on his neck, "If the one you mentioned knocked on the door and sang, and changed his name in the hall downstairs The perpetrator who ran out of time and threw us into the dungeon unsuspectingly was a kid wearing a turtleneck white sweater and a tracksuit. Then this 'Han Zhaoyuan' did indeed come from the door before you came to my dormitory. Came in through the window and nearly sent me to God by strangling my neck."

Yintong smiled perfunctorily: "Who among you can tell me, what kind of hatred does this kid have with me?"

There was silence in the room, and it was only after a while that someone muttered softly.

"...It's hard to say," Cheng Mingque muttered in a low voice, "Han Zhaoyuan's brain circuit has never been normal. Who knows what he thinks, maybe he just dropped in on the way, was in a good mood, and just pinched him casually."

"It may also be on the way, in a good mood, to see if you are still alive." Dong Tiantian added.

It was rare for the two of them to unite the front at the same time. At this moment, they enumerated Han Zhaoyuan's crimes in unison, with an indescribable expression on their faces.

Cheng Mingque said: "When Tan Xiao just jumped off the building, wasn't there always a classmate who was too stressed and convulsed? Usually we would take people to the infirmary when we encountered such a thing, but Han Zhaoyuan was weird, he didn't do anything, squatting Watching people on the ground foaming at the mouth."

"It is rumored that he also wrote notes, as serious and rigorous as recording observation experiments." Dong Tiantian rolled his eyes, "During that time, the boys in the school avoided him, for fear that Han Zhaoyuan would observe him if he was not careful. I heard that he also likes to go to the elementary school, and when he meets children, he will give them candy—give it to one of them, and then watch them fight for a candy, or an apple, or something else.”

"Does the school not care?" Yin Tong asked.

Dong Tiantian let out a long breath: "It doesn't matter, don't think about it, the school clearly prohibits fighting, but in fact, as long as there is no surveillance camera in the place where you fight, no one will disturb your private communication activities."

"Boss Yin, you think so," Cheng Mingque immediately added, "Suppose our school is a box garden, or more simply, an incubator. Will the researchers pay attention to how the mice 'exercise'?"

He paused, shook his head and replied: "No, not to mention that Han Zhaoyuan didn't fight, he just randomly, um, casually instigated it."

"..." Yin Tong was silent for a while, then turned to look at An Qi, "Is this person so casual?"

An Qi blinked, lowered his eyes and thought: "...Or, we can arrest him and ask him."

"Forget it!"

A duet of rejection suddenly broke out in the room, Dong Tiantian and Cheng Mingque were united together like never before, and rejected An Qi's unreliable proposal with righteous words.Dong Tiantian sat up straight, and Cheng Mingque was so startled that he almost fell off the table, but someone resisted more fiercely than the two of them, and almost as soon as the shout fell to the ground, something slammed onto their heads. ceiling.

what sound?

Yin Tong followed the prestige, and vaguely judged that the source of the sound came from the fourth floor above their heads, but he couldn't pinpoint whether it was 435 upstairs or 433 next door.Everyone waited for the next loud noise with bated breath, and even deliberately relaxed their movements, looking up at the ceiling above their heads for a moment, but the sound did not continue after a moment of silence, but a small, strange sound , suddenly passed into the silent air.

"Boom...boom boom boom boom..."

The sound of gradually shortening intervals is like marbles hitting the floor, and the bouncing ups and downs are gradually lost in the sound insulation layer of the ceiling.Yin Tong looked up at the mottled wall, trying to find the clues of the sound, but he didn't see anything, only heard the sound of marbles, as if a naughty child was walking upstairs. Playing with his toys.

What is that sound?

He heard Chen Yan call his name, and this young man who hadn't spoken much seemed to suddenly remember something, his eye feathers drooped slightly, and he rubbed the palm of his left hand nervously.

He said, "Yintong, do you still remember what you closed in 433 upstairs?"

The author has something to say

To reiterate, Han Zhaoyuan's thinking is wrong, wrong, please don't learn