I am an ordinary junior high school student, twelve years old. My name or even everything is not important, because in the story I wrote, what is important is my strange "pet" - Bibi.
Speaking of Bibi, there are many, many things to say. First of all, his appearance is very distinctive, like a standing caterpillar covered with fluff. Wait, don't feel disgusted yet. Although I used a caterpillar to describe him, he is nothing like that disgusting creature that squirms up and down. If you meet him, you will definitely be attracted by his cute appearance. The first thing you will see is his dark eyes. When he looks at you, you will feel that he is making a request to you, which will make you involuntarily step forward and touch his head, and then say some gentle greetings. , Bibi is very smart, he will look at you when you are talking, and then nod from time to time to express approval, which always makes me happy and makes me unable to help but rub the smooth hair on his head as a gesture. award. Then there is his small and cute nose. Although Bibi's nose is small, it is very sensitive. Every time I go home alone, even if I am outside the house, he can detect it and open the door by himself from the security box. He got out and ran to the front of the house to greet me, like a cute puppy. His mouth is the most incredible. The round shape matches his chubby figure very well. It is surrounded by several layers of triangular tines, extending to the invisible depths of his throat. To be honest, I don’t like his mouth. The mouth is a bit off-putting, which is the only thing I have a slight dissatisfaction with, because I think it's better for a cute creature like Bibi not to have sharp teeth, let alone so many sharp teeth. In my mind, I vaguely felt that Bibi should have a sucking mouthpart, like a butterfly, which would be good or something. But these were just my little thoughts. After all, nothing is perfect, so I immediately Discarded this idea. Speaking of Bibi's body, if you don't peel off the hair covering his body, you can't see the hidden body parts underneath. To be honest, I accidentally discovered it one day when I threw him to the ground to tease him. I was shocked by this for a long time.
Although I know Bibi's appearance very well, I don't understand his heart at all. Bibi is a very smart little animal. He will play with you and rest with you, but most of the time he stays in a daze in the safe box I made for him. Sometimes he will stay in a daze for several hours without moving, just like As if petrified. Every time I saw him like this, I was worried and wondered what he was thinking. Out of respect for my friends, I didn't bother him. And every time I asked him what he was thinking after he came out, He just looked at me blankly, as if he suddenly didn't understand what I was talking about, and the matter went nowhere.
Apart from his heart, I have no clue about his previous life experience. I only know that he is a mysterious creature. I don’t know the specific scientific name, but from the remaining Lausanne folk songs, I can learn that he is a kind of creature called What I am a little dissatisfied with about the "toothworm" little animal is that even though Bibi is such a cute little pet and has so many good features, why do I choose to use his most terrifying teeth as a feature? Every time I think about this, I feel deeply dissatisfied with those old men who create folk songs. They really don’t have a pair of eyes to discover beauty!
Although I really don’t want to accept it, I still want to say that the most shocking thing about Bibi is not his intelligence or daze, but his mouth! No matter what I feed him, he never refuses. Sometimes I give him a stone as a joke to see if he will eat everything, and he actually swallows the stone in one bite! I burst into tears and shook his body to make him spit out the stones, but he actually burped at me, as if he had eaten something really good. Although Bibi didn't have any adverse reactions at all later, considering that he was too smart, I was worried that he was pretending to be normal, so I never fed him anything inappropriate again.
Of course, if you think that everyone in Lausanne can keep such a cute and mysterious animal at home, you are totally wrong. In this country, anyone found to have anything related to occultism, not to mention preaching staffs, herbs, even jewelry with historical significance of occultism, or even a cup touched by the most inferior occultist, will be Caught in unknown institutions established by the state. And the most frightening thing is that most people never come back, and most of those who do come back are mentally disturbed and need care for their entire lives. This country's strict control over occult matters really makes people feel deeply frightened. The root of all this lies in that story a long time ago. During the last round of competition for the throne, the legal heir, Prince Lehi, and the hereditary dignitaries The Archduke Nivell launched a fierce competition, and the two sides were inextricably linked. When the time limit for his accession to the throne was approaching, the Grand Duke, who held the military power of the country, suddenly sentenced the prince for treason on the grounds that the prince was about to launch a mutiny according to the prophecy of the crystal ball. The prince disappeared and the grand duke successfully ascended the throne. Later, the grand duke used national security as an excuse to eliminate the occult forces. However, the poor prince returned 30 years later, and he was already extremely old and unconscious. Since then, there has been no occultism in the Lausanne Kingdom, and at the same time, there has been no new emperor. Therefore, my adoption of Bibi is an extremely dangerous thing that goes against the general trend and the will of the emperor.
However, I never had any thoughts of abandoning Bibi and letting him fend for himself. I decided to save Bibi from the moment I stumbled upon the dying Bibi on the rocky bank below the waterfall during a youth group trip. At that time, I guessed that Bibi’s home might be from the upper reaches of the waterfall, but on the one hand, I couldn’t stay away from the Youth League for too long, because it would be considered as possible collusion with espionage or carrying out secret missions. Once such accusations are brought against you, But it's quite troublesome. On the other hand, I don't have the strength to climb up the cliff. So I had no choice but to take the second best option and take him home and adopt him for a while. So I put him in my backpack and told him to be quiet. He was very obedient and didn't speak on the way back. When I brought him home smoothly, I took a deep breath, opened my backpack, and saw his little eyes, a very cute name popped into my head. :Bibi. As a result, Bibi became my good friend. I knew that one day I would send Bibi back to his home. Maybe it would be the next youth group outing, maybe it would be to perform a secret mission as a spy for Sally or the United States. One day, I will send Bibi back to his home. And this intimate time with him will definitely be the happiest time in my life.
However, the thing I feared most came, and it came so suddenly.
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On an ordinary afternoon after school, I was walking on the road. The adults were in a hurry, and everything looked the same as usual. After I passed by the only coffee shop on the street, an accident happened. A man wearing a black windbreaker and a black low-brimmed hat rushed out of the snack chain in front of me. The wind from his sprint even blew the dust accumulated on the street over my head. I was a little angry, so I stared at this man who was rushing to reincarnate while walking. Unexpectedly, he stopped suddenly and began to look around until his eyes glanced at me. Those bloodshot eyes felt full of anger and impulse, and just when I sensed danger, he strode towards me. He caught me as soon as I turned around and took two steps to run, and then he hugged me to his chest - a standard hijacking posture. At this moment, several plainclothes policemen suddenly appeared from the street corner and the store, with guns in their hands. , some facing the gangsters, and some facing me. At this time, there was a roar above me: "You can't catch me! I have a bomb in my hand, let me go! Otherwise, your kid will be buried with me!" Hearing this, I felt dizzy. This man seemed to Not a simple terrorist, but a spy! When I meet people like this, when they say an explosion, it really means an explosion. Thinking of this, my head is dizzy. However, what made it even more difficult for me was that several policemen actually pointed their guns at me instead of the spies! Seeing the scene, I shouted desperately: "Help me! Help me!" These adults didn't care about the life of a kid at all. They were all brainwashed, and they were all playing games around the documents that the spies might hide. , which is simply putting political tasks above human lives! Just when I was desperately thinking about these critical words and yelling, my mouth was covered. The spy said: "Shut up, kid! You've disturbed me!" OK, OK, you can continue to exchange glances with your opponent. I can't do anything anyway. Simply, I closed my eyes and thought of nothing else. I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard rapid footsteps coming from the direction in front of me. I wondered in my mind: "I remember that everyone on the street was running away. Is that one rushing to the bomb pile to die?" Just take it for granted. When I thought this person was going to see the situation clearly and stop, the footsteps became louder and louder. This forced me to open my eyes, and as a result, I saw Bibi! I knew that shouting was useless, but I still tried my best to make a "hmm" sound, but Bibi did not stop as obediently as usual, but continued to charge at me. Apparently the policemen on the roadside were surprised by this blatant mysterious creature. Just when someone wanted to catch Bibi, Bibi had already rushed in front of me. Just when I was wondering, he jumped over my head and disappeared. The next second, the hand covering my mouth disappeared. . It all happened so fast. When I slowly turned around, I only found the broken arm still bleeding on the ground and Bibi with blood on his mouth.
"Is it him? Eat him?" I asked these two questions numbly in my heart, but my body held Bibi and ran towards home - this was an action that I instinctively felt was right. On the way, the plainclothes policemen and I looked at each other for a moment. They all seemed to take a few steps back almost in unison, as if they were afraid that I would order Bibi to eat them.
When I got home, I wiped the blood from Bibi's mouth, even though I knew there was no point - there were so many people, and it was the police, until Bibi killed someone. But I kept repeating this action, as if Bibi was always dirty. He stood there, looking at me quietly with his eyes, which made me feel scared: didn't he know that he had just swallowed a living person alive? Why does he still want to be like normal? I kept swallowing my saliva and avoiding his eyes, as if I had done something sorry for him. This made me a little confused and confused, but I still wiped his mouth like before, like a Like a servant who has lost his soul.
It was a night destined to be sleepless. I had no way to tell anyone about it, including my parents. Because adopting Bibi was a decision I made on my own against the world's disapproval, I didn't say a single word about Bibi to my parents. Now that he has been exposed to the world and even killed someone, I can't think of how I can explain this to my parents. Maybe they had been notified by the police, but they were just afraid of Bibi and didn't tell me about it. And I am no longer so close to Bibi. Every time I see his round mouth, I think of someone who died suddenly in it. But no matter what, I still want to protect Haobibi, because I can't let him lose another home.
However, how can one person's will resist the will of the country and the emperor?
From that day on, I stayed up late to watch over Bibi, because Bibi was not petrified during the day but would be petrified for a long time at night, just like sleeping. During the day, I had to go to class and sleep. Fortunately, I learned my homework well, so I could keep it secret for a few days, but this was not a long-term solution. The teacher told my parents several times that my academic performance was declining. When I went home to see them, they didn't speak. They just looked at me with tears in their eyes, which made me think about things. I endured this torment for half a month. One night, maybe because I was tired, I watched the petrified Bibi gradually fall asleep. When I woke up, Bibi was gone. Finally, the Purge Committee finally took action against this homicidal monster - Bibi.
The next day, my father shook me awake and told me that I was late for school, but that it didn't matter because there was a family meeting to be held. In the restaurant, my mother tearfully took the notice from the cleaning committee and asked me why I didn’t tell her earlier. My father looked at me silently. I didn’t say a word and remained silent from beginning to end. until the end of the meeting.
After losing Bibi, life seems to be lacking something, but it also seems to have something more. The absence of Bibi is obvious, but what is more is hard for me to pinpoint—perhaps the gaze of the purge committee. But I didn't think much about it, because it was meaningless. Bibi might have been executed, and I would definitely be taken away for cleaning. All of this was arranged, and I was just a walking zombie now. My grades have returned to normal levels, my teachers have begun to praise me for my recovery, my family has returned to its usual harmony, and my parents are kind and friendly to me and no longer stare at me with annoying tears in their eyes. But I knew very well that this was just the last performance for me.
As for how long this show will last, I don't know.
One day, my tutor came to me and told me that there was a youth league activity at the school level that selected me as a representative and that my participation was mandatory. I didn’t feel anything after hearing that. I knew it was just a pretense, so I just took it by the way. Accepted. But for me, I am more concerned about how many people who have had the same experience as me will go to the cleansing committee organization, chat with them, and share stories. This may be the last pleasure I have in my life.
On the day of departure, after saying goodbye to my parents, I did not go to school. Instead, I took a long-distance bus to the designated bus stop. I can guarantee that the passengers on the bus are just ordinary citizens. It's just that an unlucky guy happened to be on the bus with them. The car drove for three days and arrived at one of the ports in Zhuming City on the coast. To be honest, I have no interest in big cities. During this trip, the scenery I saw along Zhuming City confirmed my thoughts. There is not a single beautifully decorated shop, not a single dusty street, and not even a few cafes - it seems that everything in Lausanne is the same.
When I came to the place where I took the boat, I was surprised to see a group of children about my age. I walked in beside them and saw that some children's faces were red from crying, some were green, and some had dark faces. Some have been chatting nervously with others, as if they are relieving stress, while others have squatted on the ground and huddled together to shut themselves up. Looking around, I felt that there was no one I could share my trust with, so I simply stood at the outermost edge of the circle and stared blankly at the ever-changing clouds in the sky.
I'm waiting, waiting to reap the "evil fruits" I planted.
I am a dying man.