Chapter 1004 - Boy Looking for Snail (1/2)

Clothes and shoes that were one size bigger than he needed, a dirtied face, and clear eyes that were filled with shock. The child hid behind the old lady’s clothes, showing only half of his face.

“You can hear my voice?” Chen Ge put down the backpack and reached out lightly toward the boy. “Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you.”

The boy who hid at the back of the closet behind the clothes looked at Chen Ge cautiously. He stared at Chen Ge’s hand like it was a foreign object and hesitated for a long time before giving him his hand. The chilling small hand slipped into Chen Ge’s palm. The warmth that he had not felt for a long time caused the boy’s eyes to slowly widen.

“Have you been here for a long time?” Chen Ge pointed at his feet. He wanted to ask whether the small boy had been staying behind the door, but the boy seemed to misunderstand him. He waved his hands and started to gesture wildly. After Chen Ge studied him for a long time, he finally understood that the boy was in the middle of playing hide and seek with the rest of the children. He was hiding there because, well, he was hiding from those who were going to capture him.

Seeing the boy who tried his best to communicate with Chen Ge, the latter shook his head lightly. The other children did not play to find him at all; they were probably pranking him all along. He had been so serious, hiding inside the closet, but in the end, the one who would open the closet doors to find him would most likely not be the other children but the original tenant of this place calling him to come out for food.

“Have you considered making more friends? Have you ever wondered what life’s like beyond the window? Have you ever had the urge to see outside the world?” Chen Ge had found the key person behind the door—Jiang Ming—but there was one question that boggled his mind. What was the relationship between this Jiang Ming and the other Jiang Ming in real life? This Jiang Ming inside the door might represent the hearing that the Jiang Ming outside the door had lost, but the chance of that was not high. Combining all the clues and signs, the door would only show up when Jiang Ming outside the door was soundly asleep, so this Jiang Ming inside the door probably represented the actual consciousness of Jiang Ming.

In this world constructed from his memories, every movement and character somehow correlates to the real life. Jiang Ming wishes to play with his friends, and he hides in the room that gives him the most warmth. This should be the most beautiful and treasured memory that he has.

Chen Ge wanted to say something else, but Jiang Ming’s eyes suddenly changed. They turned from shock to terror in an instant, and tears were practically flowing out of his eyes.

He’s looking behind me!

The smell of alcohol crawled into his nostrils. Without saying a second word, Chen Ge lunged forward, grabbed the boy, and rolled to the side. The alcohol bottle slammed into the closet wall. The glass bottle shattered everywhere, but it did not make a sound. The thick blood vessels bulging on his face, the drunkard monster had entered the room. He had probably heard Chen Ge talking.

This thing sure is stubborn, and the most troublesome thing is that it is impossible to kill.

Chen Ge held the Doctor Skull Cracker’s Hammer with one hand and carried the boy in his other arm. The boy was shocked. He was like a kitten who was tortured, and his body was shaking nonstop from fear.

The fear toward his drunk father is deeply embedded in his heart. It is this fear that keeps on providing power to the drunkard monster, making him stronger and stronger.

A plan started to form in Chen Ge’s mind.

If I can help the boy overcome his fear and use actual actions to tell him that his drunk father is not unbeatable, things might look up for the boy.

That was easier said than done. To change a memory that deeply inserted in one’s mind was too hard.

“Jiang Ming, please do not be afraid. As long as I am here, I will not allow anyone to hurt you.” Chen Ge placed the boy on the chair, and he gripped the hammer with both of his hands tightly.

With the rate at which he is gaining strength, I can kill him with my hammer at least ten more times.