A Kiss (2)

This time, apart from Ruan Qingmu and Qin Yuan, the rest of the group screamed wildly.

The bars were full of withered grass, a distinct pale yellow color. The little child was standing in mid-air, with no feet at all, in a strange and terrifying pose.

“Ho-How in the world is he standing?” Tang Tiantian was on the verge of tears, hugging Niu Xiaoqing and turning her head away, not daring to look.

Fu Songhua’s voice became high-pitched. “Do-Don’t be afraid! He’s locked inside and can’t come out!”

Huang Ya screamed in pain. “Who’s fucking afraid? Can you not pinch me?”

Fu Songhua let go of his hand. “… Don’t say nonsense. Isn’t it the girls who pinched you?”

Huang Ya was pinched by him so much that the flesh of his arm hurt and he was so angry that he flew to kick him. “Old Fu, be a little shameful. You framed me like this too before!”

Fu Songhua received a kick from him apologetically. Beside him, Fang Li, with a smile on his lips, quietly reached out and held his hand.

“Pinch me… I’m not afraid of pain.” He breathed like an orchid*, whispering shyly in Fu Songhua’s ear.

*T/N: Breath like an orchid: to describe the breath of a beauty.

Fu Songhua’s heart swelled, feeling sweet and embarrassed before resolutely bracing himself. “No problem. His skin is thick. I’ll just pinch him.”

Ruan Qingmu stood by the gate and waved at the child. “Little brother, come here.”

The little kid looked at him with quite big eyes but didn’t move. “Big brother, my feet hurt so much. Give your feet to me.”

Ruan Qingmu: “…”

This group of performers was quite dedicated and knew how to improvise. If an older man had come up, he would have called him uncle.

He turned his head and calmly said to Qin Yuan, “Remember to make a report when we come out. This place practices child labor and the work environment is disgusting.”

The performer, who played a child in the group: “??… Don’t mess around, student!”

Ruan Qingmu smiled kindly. “Don’t be afraid. I will help you to call the police. Are you kidnapped to work here?”

The young performer rushed over and pointed to the corner of his eyes. “I am short and look soft. Look at the wrinkles in the corner of my eyes!”

Ruan Qingmu let out a “huh.” “Your feet aren’t cut off.”

It turned out that he had stepped on small wooden clogs of the same color as the withered grass, so it could not be seen when he stepped on it and blended in with the grass.

The performer: “…”

Oh my God. That wasn’t a kid. These people were more clever than a ghost.

The performer looked at him dispiritedly. “Enough. Don’t say nonsense. I’m an injured child whose feet were cut off by bad people. You guys can help me if you can find the key to open this lock in this room.”

Ruan Qingmu looked at him. “Save you for what? Who knows if you’re a person or a ghost? You can stay here.”

The group actor was furious. “If you don’t save me, you won’t be able to go out!”

On the other side, Qin Yuan finally couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “Don’t play around. Let’s find the key.”

The group hurried up and rummaged around in the withered grass.

But the door was locked and they could only reach the outer patch even if they tried to cover more ground. Huang Ya was anxious. “How can we get the key if it’s hidden under the grass on that corner?”

Qin Yuan had been standing still, but he suddenly reached through the fence and grabbed the child.

He squatted and unceremoniously took off the child’s blood-stained wooden clogs and shook them.

With a plop, a black key fell out and was inserted into the large lock on the fence, which opened with a click.

“Wow, boss is awesome! How do you guess that?”

Qin Yuan shook his head. “He kept on saying his feet hurt. Since it was set that his feet had been cut off, it shouldn’t have any sensation. If it hurts, it must be from all the chafing.”

“Hehe. Boss, you better say anymore. You’re scaring me!”

The kid came out of the cell and grinned at them, showing his teeth. “I’d like to thank the kind hearted people. Good things come to good people.”

He reached out and pressed his hand against the wall, and it suddenly “creaked” to either side, revealing a secret mechanism.

“Wah! So amazing. It’s just like on TV. It’s definitely worth the ticket price,” the crowd of students exclaimed, swarming toward the mechanism.

Inside was a narrow passageway, so poorly lit it was hard to see the walls around them. But when they touched it, it was cold and smooth like glass or glossy tiles.

As they walked along the passage, they suddenly smelt a faintly discernible unpleasant stench.

“Eh! What is dripping on my head?” someone suddenly called out.

More and more liquid began to drip down. The few people reached for their heads. Fuck. The thing dripping down from under their heads was sticky plasma.

Blood was all over their hands with this smear and dripped everywhere on their bodies.

Luckily, they had worn raincoats with hoods. It turned out to be useful here.

“Ahhh!– Don’t panic. Don’t panic. It’s only blood plasma,” Fu Songhua screamed in a trembling voice, clutching Fang Li’s hand beside him. “Boss said so!”

“Sports representative, you’re the only one afraid here.” Even the delicate and soft Lu Lianyi couldn’t help but complain, “Your shouts made my ears almost go deaf.”

A strange, cruel laugh came from all around and surrounded the crowd’s ears. “Everyone, you have big guts. You dare to release my medicine experiment. Then, I will exchange one of you to say behind, replacing that kid as an experiment.”

The dark, pitch-black passage suddenly lit up with his words and the half-lit glass walls around everyone revealed what was behind them.

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

“Ahhh–” It was a mixture of screams and roars, and most people were genuinely shocked.

All around them were glass jars of murky liquid, some slightly red, some clear, with all sorts of skulls, severed limbs, and internal organs soaking in.

Although they knew it was meant to be scary, this dark place was so silent and cold, and the props were so realistic that it was super creepy at first glance.

Ruan Qingmu, even though he was bold, felt disgusted at the sight of it and casually cursed “fuck,” but Qin Yuan beside him didn’t make a sound and his palm suddenly tightened around his.

Ruan Qingmu turned his head to look at him and under the poor light, he saw Qin Yuan’s face was pale, and the corners of his eyes seemed to tremble gently.