Chapter 5 — Becoming One with the Devil

After cleaning, the girl looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. This person's face is much cleaner, although there are still a few faint red streaks, but at least it's no longer dirty. The girl smiled, revealing two tiny baby teeth. The man looked at the girl for a long time. It took so long that the other seven players thought he was about to open his mouth and swallow this baby. But he didn't. He just used a rough finger to gently touch Lam Niem's cheek. Then he lifted her up over his head. Lam Niem laughed loudly, his arms and legs waving wildly. Something flashed in the man's gray eyes. "Who is this baby?" he asked. The woman standing next to her replied: "I don't know. The game brought it." "Game brought?" " YES." She paused, "He... hugged my leg, calling for mom." The man was silent. The teenager next to him spoke up: "He fell asleep just now, in my arms." The man looked at Lam Niem again, lowered the girl from his head, and hugged her tightly. Lam Niem curled up and snuggled into his chest, yawning comfortably. The girl is sleepy. But before going to sleep, the girl still didn't forget to reach out to the woman: "Ma—— ma——" The woman stepped forward and gently touched the tip of her nose: "You're not afraid of strangers, are you?" Lam Niem grabbed her finger and stuffed it into her mouth. The woman pulled her hand out, wiped the drool on it, and said to the man: "It's too small, I can't stew it." "Then no stew." The man said. "Keep it and raise it?" "Keep it and raise it." With just a few simple sentences, Lam Niem's fate was decided. But the girl didn't know. The girl only saw that this person's chest was very warm, warmer than the sofa, warmer than the woman's arms. The girl rubbed it a few times, buried her face in it, closed her eyes and fell asleep. Seven people in the corner witnessed the entire incident. No one spoke up. After a long while, the guy in the checkered shirt spoke with difficulty: "Did... did he wipe blood from monsters just now?" "Wipe it." The ponytail girl nodded. "Then that monster... decided to keep it and raise it?" ”It seems so.” "This..." The checker guy thought for a while, unable to find the right words, "What does this mean? Activate a hidden mechanism?" The leather jacket guy sneered: "What's the hidden mechanism? It's just luck, I happened to come across a time when the monster was having fun. Just wait, in a few days it'll be in a bad mood, it'll probably be taken to the cellar." No one refuted him. But the ponytailed girl couldn't help but think to herself: Was the monster's eyes just now really just "having fun"? She couldn't find the answer. That night, no one dared to sleep. Seven people spread out into the corners of the living room, leaning against the wall, taking turns keeping watch at night, fearful that something would happen when they closed their eyes. But they didn't see anything. Lam Niem was still sleeping soundly in the man's monster's arms, not moving. At midnight, the woman came out to take a look and covered the little girl with the blanket that had slipped down. The teenager also came out to take a look, stood next to the girl for a long time, then turned and left. Morning. Lam Niem was woken up by the sunlight. The girl opened her eyes and discovered she was lying on the sofa, covered with the same small fur blanket. The man disappeared, the woman was nowhere to be seen, only the teenager was left sitting in the armchair opposite the sofa, his gray eyes looking at the girl. Lam Niem reached out his hand uncle. The teenager was motionless. Lam Niem stretched out his hand again, his mouth making "ah ah" sounds. The teenager stood up, walked to the edge of the sofa, and bent down to look at the girl. Lam Niem raised her face and grinned at him. The teenager was silent for a few seconds, then bent down and picked the girl up from the sofa. Lam Niem contentedly snuggled into his arms, her small hand grabbed the collar of his hoodie, and started nibbling. The teenager lowered his head and looked at the girl chewing on his shirt, not stopping her. "What's your name?" he asked. Lam Niem looked up at him, blinking. "That's right, what's your name?" "Hey——" The teenager was silent. " Not understand." ” A——”

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That's it.” The teenager lifted the girl up a bit, so she could sit more firmly, "From now on, call me Little Dough." Lam Niem didn't understand what "Little Powder" was, but she heard this person talking to her. The girl was very happy, reaching out to touch his face. The teenager dodged, but couldn't escape. The girl slapped him in the face with a "pop". Lam Niem chuckled. A trace of helplessness flashed through the teenager's gray eyes. At this moment, the door opened. The remaining seven players stood up one by one from the corners, warily looking towards the door. The person who entered was a woman, carrying a shopping bag in her hand, with a bright smile on her face: "Good morning, are you all up? Breakfast is ready right now." Her tone was still the same as yesterday, enthusiastic and friendly. But what was in her shopping lane was not vegetables. It's the eyeball. Full of them, all colors, some still bleeding. The ponytail girl almost vomited on the spot. The woman didn't care at all, carrying her bag and going straight to the kitchen. The teenager carried Lam Niem along. Lam Niem poked her head out from above his shoulder, staring at the things in the lane, curiously reaching out to grab it. The teenager pressed her hand down: "Don't pick it up." Lam Niem did not give up and reached out again. The teenager pressed down again. Lam Niem cried, the corners of her eyes began to turn red. The teenager looked down at the girl, was silent for a moment, then chose the smallest eyeball in the lane and stuffed it into the girl's hand. "Only play this." Lam Niem lowered his head and looked at the eyeball in his hand, blinking. Round, slippery, cold. She tried to put it in her mouth. The young man quickly snatched his eyes back: "This can't be eaten." Lam Niem opened her mouth and this time she really cried. Not the type of crying and screaming, but sobbing softly, tears falling drop by drop, extremely sad. The teenager was stunned. The woman standing next to her saw it and suddenly burst out laughing: "A Trach, you made me cry."