Chapter 26 fourth quarter

After school the next day, S and I walked side by side in the alley. "Like coffee cups, apples, everything can be filled. She also demonstrated on the spot that a dollar coin ran into the canvas immediately." I babbled on and on, and S barely responded.However, I found that his side face was different from usual, the corners of his mouth were raised with joy, and his eyes were clearly looking forward to what was about to happen. "There is something amazing, do you want to see it together?" This is how I asked S to come out.When I called out to S, I almost couldn't stop shaking.However, after narrating what the woman told me, my mood gradually stabilized.Because S seems very interested.

"Then she caught a noisy crow in it. I kid you not, I saw it with my own eyes." S's vigilant eyes gradually relaxed. "Also, not only objects and animals, but also intangible things such as emotions can be put into the painting. This is the most amazing thing. How about it? Let's go and see it together. It's really incredible." S's stiff expression finally completely relaxed, and he nodded. "when?" "After school today, it's better to go early." So, now S and I are walking side by side towards the house. Of course I know that her words are all fabricated.That kind of thing—the things she told me, couldn't happen in reality.That painting came from her hand, and then she made up the story like that, there is no magic cloth at all.Although she dropped a coin into the canvas in front of my eyes yesterday, it must have been magic, the coin must have been hidden in a shirt sleeve or something.And the disappearing coins appearing on the canvas must have been painted from the beginning, but they were too small for me to notice. This is undoubtedly part of the magic.As for my translucent appearance with a frightened expression, it was probably drawn the day before yesterday, that is, before I came to her house for the second time.I thought she helped me get rid of my fear of S, it was a kind of psychological effect.It's just that she said "it's okay", so I just think so.

Originally, I believed her words. I thought she was telling the truth until I walked out of her house and saw the garbage bags by the porch. "It's coming in a second, I'm so excited." Yesterday, I caught a glimpse of a dark object in the translucent garbage bag next to the entrance.At first I guessed it was some kind of crumpled cloth, but on closer inspection it was a crow anyway.Not only did it have black wings, but it was also black, thin and long like plastic, like a very pointed large bivalve shell, and it made a muddy sound the day before yesterday. She probably didn't expect me to see it, nor did she expect me to just pick up the garbage bag.But it was such a coincidence that I saw through her lies.Looking at the hardened crow in the garbage bag, I suddenly realized.

Then, I'm sure she can do anything. She would do anything to make the fabricated story come true. Therefore. "In that case, just put him here." Just because I'm sure she'll do anything. "As long as you bring him, I can help you at any time." I just decided to lure S to her home. A crow in a garbage bag, a crow in a garbage bag, a crow in a garbage bag.A hardened black body, the body of S.A motionless beak, purple lips.These images kept appearing alternately in my mind.She will do it, she will do it.Then S will disappear, disappear from this world, disappear into the canvas.

Finally arrived at her home.I tapped on the sliding door two or three times, and there was a response from inside the room, and the door opened, and S stepped nervously and slightly excitedly.We walked down the hallway to the inner rooms. "oops……" Sitting sideways on the tatami mat, she realized that I did not come alone, raised her eyebrows slightly, shifted her gaze to me, and pursed her lips as if waiting for my explanation. "This is what I mentioned yesterday... friend. I think, that, I'd better trouble you." I can only squeeze out a few words.If you talk too much, your beating heart seems to pop out of your throat.My legs were weak, and my fingers could hardly stop shaking.

She nodded in response "Really?" Then, like drawing a line with a ruler, her eyes slid to S.Sunken eyes lock S straight. "I... that... go outside for a while." As I said, I stepped back step by step, and S turned his head puzzled. "I'll come back later. I'll be right back. Can you stay here first?" I stepped backwards across the threshold and out of the room, paused, and turned around slowly.S behind me murmured something softly, I pretended not to hear, and walked straight to the entrance, but S didn't follow.A crow in a garbage bag, a hardened crow.She is willing to do anything, and tomorrow S will appear on that canvas.I didn't know anything, I didn't see the crow in the trash bag, I took her seriously.She said that S can be put into the canvas, so I believed it, and brought S here without thinking, that's all.I don't know, I don't know anything, it doesn't matter what happens to me.

I put on my shoes and stepped out of the porch, and immediately there was a "crack" sound behind me.Looking back, her figure appeared on the frosted glass of the sliding door, as if she had come to lock the door.She moved stiffly and disappeared beyond the frosted glass, leaving a silence.I froze in place, unable to move.I don't know, I don't know anything. Something clicked inside the house, accompanied by a short sound, what appeared to be the sound of S.Immediately afterwards, another scream, which was obviously from S, directly pierced my eardrum.The long scream that seemed to be mixed with fifty tones suddenly disappeared as if it was forcibly broken, and was replaced by a loud sound and the sound of knocking things over.Suddenly, someone slammed on the floor, her voice mixed with a beast-like growl, and finally there was a "pound", the sliding door in front of her vibrated violently, and S's face was pressed against the frosted glass.He stared at me, his gums showing, his saliva running down the glass, his mouth screaming like a bird caught in the flapping of its wings.Soon, his face suddenly moved away, and someone pulled him from behind.Her figure in a white shirt flashed by, but there was no further movement.

I ran away, crying and running.A meaningless sound came out from deep in his throat, and the surrounding scenery gradually faded into a blank.When I asked S to go to her house, S's happy face suddenly appeared in my mind.Since this spring, S has been bullying me, probably because he can't control his emotions.He must have been very sad about losing his mother, so sad that he didn't know what to do, so sad that he had to do something to attack me.He must not mean to bully me. S is very lonely, so when I invited him today, he immediately nodded and agreed to visit a woman with a rare collection together, a woman who was about the same age as the dead mother.I told S that the magical canvas can even eliminate emotions. S must be asking her to get rid of the loneliness in her heart and the sadness of parting with her mother.

In fact, I know, I clearly know. However, I can no longer turn back. I made an irreparable mistake.