My Death God Roommate - Chapter 234

Mu Rong got up again to look for other passengers. There were nine passengers in the last car.

Except for himself, everyone was exactly the same as the previous gentleman, with frost on his mouth, nose and eyebrows, and died of anger!

With professional sensitivity, Mu Rong knew that all this was unusual.

She took out the mobile phone which showed no signal, and then took out the satellite phone given by the Special Event Processing Bureau. This mobile phone can be used in any corner of the earth, but it is strange that it claims to be able to stand by for ten years and can overcome all kinds of The special machine in the harsh environment is out of power!

Mu Rong stumbled to the door of the carriage. As soon as he raised his hand, there was a sound of freezing on the door. The sharp ice thorns covered the entire door panel, and even the fire button beside it was frozen to death!

Mu Rong lifted his leg and kicked the door of the carriage. The ice ball splashed, his ankles and knees hurt, but the door didn’t move.

“so cold……”

The sudden sound made Mu Rong’s scalp numb for a while, she squeezed the pendant between her neck and took a deep breath, and walked in the direction of the sound.

“so cold.”

When Mu Rong came to an empty bed, the voice came from below.

“Who is inside?”

“so cold.”

There was a rustling sound, and a four or five-year-old boy crawled out from under the bed. The boy’s clothes were dirty and old. There was no light in the dark night outside the window. The lights in the carriage were also very dim. Seeing that the clothes were originally colorful, they were very bright.

The boy’s chest is shiny and he wears dark blue sleeves on his arms. It should be that the child is usually naughty and the parents should prepare.

The boy’s height was not as high as Mu Rong’s waist, and his face was pale and trembling. The fear in Mu Rong’s heart disappeared a little, and his compassion rose again. He pulled the little boy back to his position, hugged him to his bed, pulled him under the quilt, and hugged him outside.

“What’s your name, kid, and how can you hide under the bed? What about your parents?”

The boy listened to Mu Rong’s gentle tone, his body no longer shivered, but his face was still a bit ugly. He watched Mu Rong’s eyes flashed with deep fear and anxiety: “I’m hiding and seeking.”

“Hide and seek? Where are your parents?”

“My mother took my sister and me on the train to find my father. The neighbor said that my father married a new mother in the south.”

After hearing this, Mu Rong’s heart sank: There are no survivors in this carriage except himself and the little boy: “What is your name, kid?”

“Meng Xiaojun.”

“Which shop does your mother sleep in?”

The boy wrapped the quilt and arched into Mu Rong’s arms, and shook his head.

“Then where is your sister?”

The boy moved and stretched out a hand from the quilt to the other side of the car, and said happily, “Over there!”

Mu Rong looked in the direction the boy was pointing, and it was strange that she could “see” the little girl standing at the rear of the carriage “through” the sleeping berths.

Mu Rong rushed to the opposite shop and stared at the boy on his shop warily.

The little girl was wearing a red suspender skirt and looked only two or three years old, but there was a big gap in her head, and the inside was empty.

Looking at the boy again, his appearance changed, his face was purple and his lips were black and he grinned at Mu Rong: “Sister, are you hiding and seeking?”

A white light thorn flashed past, and Mu Rong covered his eyes, and the sunlight came through her fingers.

“Hot and sticky rice ~ bread, salt soda, melon seeds, cigarettes, do you need it?”

“Passenger, please raise your leg.”

Mu Rong lowered his hand and saw a mop head against the shoes of the opposite passenger. The surrounding scenes all changed. The flight attendant was smiling at her politely in pure green clothes.

“Hot and sticky rice ~ bread, salt soda, melon seeds, cigarettes, do you need it?”

“How much is an ear of corn?”

“Three cents an ear, fifty cents two.”

“Give me two, pick the bigger one.”

Murong looked around for a week, and this carriage became a hard-seat passenger. The clothes were quite chronological. Older people mostly wore military green and dark blue work clothes. Young men wore **** coats and jackets, and some had big waves of hair permed. .

“What’s the smoke?”

“Big production, big front door.”

“Take the bag and produce it.”

“Bamao.”

The man unwrapped the package and pulled it naturally in the carriage. The faces of the surrounding passengers were also natural. Judging from the clothing and prices, it should be in the 10s of the last century.

The train is passing by a large wheat field, and many of the wheat has been cut down and piled in bundles among the fields.

At noon, the car was filled with fragrance.

Most travelers brought their own food. The person sitting across from Murong opened the backpack and took out a paper bag from it, opened a few slices of meat and chicken feet, unscrewed a bottle of Erguotou and ate it.

He was eating extremely fragrant, and Mu Rong, who was enjoying watching, swallowed conditionedly.

He drank three glasses happily, took out a silver aluminum lunch box, opened it to see that it was filled with shredded tobacco, rolled one slowly, and lighted it with a match.

Mu Rong knew everything in front of him, most likely it was the past of the brother and sister just now. She searched the backpack with her arms around, but did not see the two children.

As time passed by, the train drove slowly past several major stations, and the number of people on the train gradually increased, but the two children were still missing.

It was getting late, and Mu Rong decided to look for it. This was the last carriage, but it was similar to the environment she was in in reality.

Passing through three or four carriages, and then going forward is the sleeping area. At the junction of the carriages stood a woman who was talking on the phone, which attracted the attention of Mu Rong.

The mobile phone of this era is also called “Big Brother Da”. It is said that one phone costs tens of thousands, and there are only a handful of people who can afford it.

Mu Rong didn’t stay long, the woman faced the car door and covered her mouth, her voice was low, obviously she didn’t want to be heard.

The woman sniffed: “Is what my second brother said is true? Do you have any other women in the south?”

…

Mu Rong saw two familiar voices in the next carriage. Meng Xiaojun and his sister, the two children were sitting in the shop well, each holding a half ear of corn.

The shop opposite is a couple wearing slightly worn-out arms holding a baby in their arms. The child seems to be hungry and crying loudly, and the woman only holds and shook.

The man took out his dry cigarette and sat on the side of the bed and started smoking it, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Xiaojun’s brother and sister.

This pair of brothers and sisters are lovely, especially Meng Xiaojun who is not afraid of people, and answers the man’s questions clearly.

From the perspective of an adult, she quickly saw something wrong with the couple.

The man took out two pieces of candy from his pocket and handed them to the two children. Candy is still a rarity in this era. His own children obviously can’t eat candy. Three words flashed in Murong’s mind: Trafficker!

But Mu Rong is just a phantom here, he can only do it in a hurry.

After a while, the mother of the two children came back with red eyes, and the couple turned to chat with her, and easily found the destination of the mother and son.

At night, the man said to get hot water, and enthusiastically took the woman’s cup to help. Mu Rong followed him and saw the man sprinkle the white powder into the woman’s cup, and persuaded her to drink it.

The woman fell asleep quickly, leaving her two children boring. The man trafficker proactively said to Meng Xiaojun, “Do you want to play hide and seek?”

“Good!” Meng Xiaojun, who had already let go of his defenses, readily agreed, and opened his arms to the man.

My sister Meng Xiaomei sticks to her brother, wearing shoes behind her, shouting “Brother.”

In order not to attract the attention of other passengers, the woman dealer took the initiative to take Meng Xiaomei. There was still a while before the car arrived, and they arrived at the last carriage. There was no one in the carriage. The man dealer shouted angrily, “Girl It’s worthless, why are you pulling her for?”

“You can’t let her follow you all the time, get out of the car first.”

The car stopped at a small station. The trafficker wanted to leave his sister Meng Xiaomei where she was. Who knew the child was crying, but the trafficker pushed her off the platform and hit her head on the hard rock between the tracks. The scene stopped abruptly.

Mu Rong slowly opened his eyes and found that he had returned to reality. The pendant around his neck was like a little star in the dark night, but this time it burst out with a pure white holy light.

The two children stood together holding hands, when the train stopped and the carriage became rusty and became the last carriage in the picture. Several other people lay motionless on the luggage racks on both sides, straight and stiff.

There is only endless pity and emotion left in Murong’s heart. How many originally harmonious families have been destroyed by human traffickers. Profit-driven is one of the reasons, but in the final analysis, it is not that all backward areas cannot abandon the old idea of ​​”passing on the lineage”?

The big pit on Meng Xiaomei’s head was the cause of her death, but Mu Rong didn’t know how Meng Xiaojun died. The two brothers and sisters held hands and confronted Mu Rong not far away, bleeding red tears together.

Moreover, a large number of maggots overflowed from Meng Xiaomei’s broken head, as if they were too many to bear to be forced out.

As soon as the maggots landed, they turned into red, red, white and white dots, like a mixture of brain plasma and blood.

The brother and sister stared at Murong’s pendant, both yearning and afraid.

The golden characters that had disappeared for a long time in Mu Rong’s mind suddenly came out, and Mu Rong was a little surprised: These golden characters that had no meaning had disappeared for too long, and he thought they had disappeared with his identity.

She remembered the scene when Su Sifang supervised the female ghost in red a few years ago. She naturally sat cross-legged on the ground and quickly entered a state of selflessness, reciting the scriptures.

Su Sifang had not taught Mu Rong Sanskrit, but after the three-time Chinese Death Mantra, Mu Rong chanted Sanskrit.

Meng Xiaomei got into her brother’s arms and looked at the heavy solemn light before her timidly: “Brother, I’m afraid.”

Meng Xiaojun didn’t say anything, but silently hugged his sister.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and there was still an invisible night outside the carriage, as if time could not enter the last carriage, everything here was still.

Mu Rong had read enough ninety-nine and eighty-one times. The star eyes were still unopened, and Zhu’s lips moved: “Please a lotus boat to send these brothers and sisters to the realm of bliss without suffering.”

With a “hum”, a golden whirlpool appeared on the side of the carriage. Mu Rong opened his eyes and got up and went to the two brothers and sisters. He knelt down on one knee and looked at them, and said softly, “Go.”

The brothers and sisters of the Meng family could feel the warmth emanating from this gate of light, which they could not ask for for years.

Without asking Murong to persuade him, Meng Xiaomei walked in first without looking back. Meng Xiaojun turned around and saluted: “Thank you sister.”

Mu Rong smiled heartily and watched him disappear into the light gate.

…

“Passenger, passenger?” Mu Rong slowly opened his eyes, and the friendly smile of the flight attendant came into view.

“You are really sleeping, the train has arrived at the terminal, please tidy your belongings and get off the train.”

Mu Rong sat up, the last carriage was empty, and all the passengers had already got off.

Fortunately, what she bought was the ticket to the terminal. The carriage was clean and tidy, and the afternoon sun was shining, and Mu Rong felt a burst of heat.

The flight attendant smiled and said: “The temperature outside is now minus 25 degrees Celsius. You can change your clothes before getting off the bus.”

Mu Rong nodded, and the flight attendant left.

Until he left the station, Mu Rong didn’t know that what happened last night was just her dream, or if it happened.

With her bulging bag on her back, she glanced back, and the clock under the three characters at Gwangju Station said 4:30 in the afternoon.

Mu Rong came to the hotel booked on Chou Tuan to check in. After taking a shower, lying on the bed, he couldn’t help but pick up his mobile phone to search for keywords such as’Meng Xiaojun’ and’Meng Xiaomei’.

All that popped up were irrelevant information, and Mu Rong sighed and put away the phone.

…

In the Northeast X Mental Illness Rehabilitation Center, a gray-haired woman made a big fuss today. The doctors and nurses finally uniformed her and injected Valium. The nurse tied the strap and wiped the sweat from her forehead. He sighed and left the ward.

The woman in the hospital bed had a dream. The pair of children she lost more than 20 years ago came back hand in hand.

The woman was always in tears and hugged the two children tightly and wept bitterly. The two children wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and took her to many places.

Only then did she know that the outside world had changed so much in the past few years, she took her two children to the playground, watched them smile happily on various facilities, and shed tears.

As the sun sets, the woman returned home holding the two children tightly and asked them what they wanted to eat.

The brothers and sisters said in unison that they wanted to eat a bowl of noodles cooked by their mother. Somehow, when the noodles of the three were served, there were only two bowls. The woman naturally let her children eat.

The two siblings ate the noodles well, and stood up to say goodbye to their mother: “Mom, my sister and I are in a very beautiful place. Don’t be sad for us anymore.”

After speaking, holding hands and walking out of the house, the woman could only watch her child leave without moving or making a sound.

On the hospital bed, a drop of turbid tears fell from the corner of the woman’s eyes.

The author has something to say: Do you remember when I said at the beginning of the year that I was going to visit the neuropathy?

There is an aunt inside who lost her baby.