Chapter 137: Twelve. Mask (2)

Keeping up to date makes people unconsciously attracted by a quick glance, and stops to appreciate and indulge in them. //Something seems to be confusing, so I have to stop the light performance. A moment later, a boring mill melody interjected a question of "Excuse me... Anyone?" which was mixed with bizarre excitement and shyness. It was faintly discernible that the boy's voice caused the slender legs to tremble a bit, and the girl's voice that was crisp and fearful of people issued "Sorry, please wait a moment and answer immediately." The crumbs of wheat shattered reluctantly in the slap [pop] sound, the long skirt rolled up for the convenience of action was put down, and the skin of the legs was blocked by the dirty skirt with a puzzling style.
"I'm coming."
With an apologetic voice in his mouth, he urged himself to stabilize the knocker's emotions. Leleko Vitaning rubbed a few hands on the skirt and carefully opened the mill door.
"Good day, do you have any help?"
"Oh... that... I..."
It seems that the other party has not spoken to people for a long time, or the emotions are too intense. There is a wonderfully stiff delay in the difficult pronunciation. However, it is far clearer than hearing inside the mill full of disturbing murmurs, and it is impossible to judge the specific sounds of specific age. Lai Le, who listens to his side, can judge that this is a little boy from a foreign country.
The 15-year-old girl touched the wooden ladder handrail and walked down with flexible movements that had no connection with her physical condition. Roland stared blankly at the pair of unfocused pupils. The girl was covered with thin sand and no glorious dark blue pupils. The ground is facing forward--
That's right. Lyle is a blind girl. Since her birth, the colors and shapes of the world cannot be transmitted to her cognition.
However, the human body, or specifically the part of the brain, has the ability to adapt and adjust beyond the imagination of the inhabitants of this world.
I have never felt the image and existence of [light], and the brain whose visual sensory circuit is completely interrupted will often build and strengthen other aspects of the perception circuit to make up for the loss of vision. Reduce the inconvenience to life. I don’t know if it’s born or acquired, this girl can handle the other four feelings faster than ordinary people, plus memory and intellectual reinforcement. Lycra can draw the [image] in his mind.
It's just like some animals that don't rely on visual action.
Cross the threshold and go down 12 steps, breathing the licorice-like air. The girl walked in front of Roland and asked:
"Is there anything I can do to help? Hmm... children from other places?"
There is no sound source consistent with this hoarse childish voice in the memory data. After a long journey, with a heavy breathing tiredly and the strange strange distance when the foreigners see themselves, and the incredible sticky tone is enough to prove that the boy is not from the local. .
"How about your mom and dad? It's weird, there is no adult nearby, should you be alone?"
Knowing that the boy was not accompanied by an adult, Lele could not help being surprised and uneasy, and carefully asked about the situation of the little uninvited guest, so that he could help the boy.
It was an unconscious question that originated from goodwill, but the girl who had no understanding of the situation and lacked experience in dealing with the traumatized person touched Roland's deepest grief too directly. The fragments of memories stuck on the wounds of the soul cut into the consciousness again-burning villages, black diamonds everywhere, the darkness that swallowed the landscape and the human body, Chloe, nuns, fathers, mothers...
The fragments of the scene, which were sharper than the blade and made Roland feel more painful, continued to be stirred into the brain marrow, and the breath began to rush uncontrollably. The boy cried out when he shattered his heart:
"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh such oh oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !"
The rapidly overlapping images were finally sucked into the huge black hole, and in the dark center with nothing, the facial features could be distinguished with a fearful smile. Nothingness beyond the pain, sorrow and darkness covered Roland's five senses.
Concerned that the anxious cry was quickly blocked, Roland, who was already exhausted, could no longer persist after the trauma, and fell down into the dark abyss that was swallowed by the ground in front of his eyes.
...
So comfortable.
Consciousness and sensation reunited in the darkness, born out of the hazy mass. It’s a statement and reason why children can’t afford to sleep. For Roland, this is really a luxury that has been rare for days.
I don’t know the existence of the beam shield (not written in the booklet). Boys who are harassed by various types of hungry beasts from time to time do not dare to relax and sleep. With the risk of passing, Roland had to learn to adjust his body to adapt to the crisis of the wild jungle night.
Finally returned to the same kind of people who can communicate with each other. The syncope caused by the huge joy and trauma shock is actually a good medicine for Roland. Under the long-lost feeling of peace, deep sleep without any worries and grief continues until The relaxed body gathers consciousness and consciousness.
The heavy eyelids twitched, first splitting a restless slit~EbookFREE.me~ After adjusting to the light, slowly expanding and opening, the purple pupil gathered the visual focus and looked at the strange room.
The black wooden beams that have never been seen prop up similarly colored wood ceilings, and the overwhelming overall consistency shakes the sense of security inexplicably, worrying that those beams and columns that should be renovated and replaced somehow will break when they hit the top of the head. The piercing wood in the ear bites and rubs against each other and screams. Roland felt familiar with this noise for a while. Two months ago, Louis’s mill had a similar noise. After replacing a few shafts, it could put the bird The terrible noise that all scared away immediately reduced a lot, and it seems that similar things need to be done here.
I didn’t realize that my thinking contained ingredients that might touch the danger and avoid the soul switch. The wet cloth that always conveyed a cold feeling on the forehead fell down with the movement of turning the head to further observe the environment. The popping sound of the floor was almost completely obscured. [Ah] from the left-a bit pleased female call showed that except Roland, the house owner with keen hearing was also in the room.
"You wake up."
Leleco tilted her head and faced Roland. However, due to congenital problems, the faces of the two subtly deviated from the straight line, following the bright sunlight scattered from the extended wooden window into the house, and the girl's posture confessed to Roland. (Welcome to your support, is my biggest motivation.) Update in time