MTL - Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet-Chapter 42 Sister, I'm looking for mom!

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It was the little boy I saw in the subway station!

He changed more than the first time I saw him.

A layer of gray mist can be seen faintly surrounding the soul body, and I can even see that her face has changed from the original white to blue-purple.

Those innocent eyes were also covered with a layer of unknown material, looking at the gray, without a little light.

In just seven days when I was traveling, the boy's undead changed from the original impeccable to what it is now, and my heart suddenly felt a little guilty.

I had thought about him before, but in the end I didn't help him. At this moment, I saw that he was still there, and it was very unpleasant in my heart.

The seducer noticed that I stopped and looked down at the street lamp. He looked over.

"Huaer."

Pedestrians are coming and going around. Now, going forward to talk to the little boy by himself, will he be treated as a mental patient?

However, I knew he must be asking for help, and I ignored it and walked away. I couldn't bear it.

Moreover, I still have this child in my stomach, even if he is not born, but I still do not hesitate to treat the young child and leave him.

I was thinking quickly, thinking about how to be unnoticed and approach the little boy.

The seducer seemed to see my intention, but just called my name, and said nothing else, and kept quietly by my side.

Suddenly, I came up with a great solution and I was happy!

I pretended to be a pedestrian on my way to the subway station and walked towards the underground tunnel. When I was about to reach the stairs, I took my mobile phone out of my pocket, put it in my ear, and pretended to be someone calling.

This scene was seen by the demon, and I didn't notice the smile in his eyes.

"Hey, I'm outside."

I said as I walked to the street lamp, leaned on the iron pole, and lowered my head.

In the eyes of other passers-by, I must have lowered my head before calling.

But the truth is ...

"Child, are you lost?"

The little boy had no idea that someone would come to talk to himself. He looked up and looked at me, but I still maintained the original posture.

As soon as he saw me talking to him, tears came out of his hazy gray eyes, and wow crying!

"Sister! Mom is gone! My mom is gone! I am looking for mom!"

He cried and rushed towards me. I was about to reach out and hug him. Who knew that a red light would bounce him directly!

I saw the little boy stepped back by Hong Guangzhen, and fell to the ground with his buttocks. The eyes filled with tears were like the dam that broke the bank, and more tears flowed out.

I'm surprised! This situation is not in his own case, and there is a voice of a demon.

"This is the light of the bracelet. It will protect you. The breath of this undead is close to evil spirits. The bracelet defaults that he is harmful to you and helps you to open him."

"Unsurprisingly, tomorrow, you will completely lose your conscience and become an outright evil spirit."

When the seducer spoke this sentence, I felt a cold heart, his tone was so calm, and the things he told seemed to be completely inconsequential. To him, whether this child would turn into an evil spirit has nothing to do with him.

But I was shaken by his poor expression.

"Seven days ago, I saw him in a subway station."

I looked at Seki, and my mood was down: "At that time, his breath was still very pure, and he was not surrounded by the gray mist."

"When I came back from this subway station, I didn't go to him and didn't help him."

The seducer saw me like this, flashing an intolerable expression in his eyes, and gently stroked my cheek with a big hand, with a soft tone: "Huaer, this is not your fault."

"Why not my fault, I saw him, I know he needs someone to help, but I didn't help, I know it's not my responsibility, but I'm a human, a living person! I can't bear to see it ! "

I couldn't help shouting, a few pedestrians passing by gave me strange eyes, and I quickly suppressed my emotions. If I do n’t meet this child today, I will definitely not think about it again he.

But the situation has changed. He is standing in front of me now. How can I let go and leave him alone?

The little boy heard me say this, and the crying gradually stopped. He got up from the ground, wiped his face with his dirty hands, and looked at me innocently.

"Sister, can you help Maomao find her mother? I have no other request. I just want to go back to my mother. My mother and I were lost. I looked for a long time, but I couldn't find it."

I looked at him and nodded: "I help you."

"Huaer ..."

When the saint was about to say something, I interrupted him with my eyes and calmed down my mood: "Do n’t say it, I will help him, and say that I can be bothersome and sympathetic, I think My heart is also made of flesh and blood, not a stone. If you are telling the truth, time is running out. "

"This kid must be because he couldn't find his mother. The soul has been stuck here. If we help him find his mother, we can catch him before he becomes a ghost and send him to the underworld."

The demon grabbed my shoulder and squeezed: "I just want to tell you this."

I looked at him, and those deep eyes were full of tenderness. His fingers nodded to my nose, and the tone was soft and numb. "I will respect Huaer's decision ... not too much . "

I couldn't help laughing when I heard that the devil finally added a condition to his words.

"If you can support me, I will have no fear."

I looked down and asked the boy named Mao Mao: "Where is your home, do you know?"

Mao Mao's eyes showed confusion and doubt. He tilted his head for a long time and finally shook his head: "I don't know. I just remember that my mother worked here. She had brought me here before."

The memory of the soul was like a piece of debris. Mao Mao couldn't remember where he was, just remembering the subway station.

His mother works here?

Could it be a flight attendant? Or is it ground handling?

Instead of thinking this way, instead of going to the other ground staff to ask, maybe you can get some information.

"Maomao, do you know your mother's name?"

Mao Mao immediately said: "Lin Miao Miao."

Well, as long as you have a name, you should be able to find Maomao's mother right away.

If Maomao remembers it right here, it's mom's work unit, you will definitely find it!

I trot down the stone-brick staircase, and this time around the evening, the subway station started to block up, and the radio kept broadcasting.

"It's the peak period of commuting. Please take care of your belongings, and don't look at your mobile phone when going up and down the stairs ..."

The slayer followed behind me, and Maomao floated on my left side without falling. I walked through the crowd and walked towards a service desk.

A few aunts were sitting around the help desk, wondering what to ask. I was able to see that good-looking young man at the subway station, with an impatient expression on his face, but still patient, explaining.

At first glance, it was a big deal made by some difficult grandma.

I don't want to forcibly intervene in their conversation in this case. Not only can I not find useful information, it may also cause resentment from this staff member.

I stood at the service window and waited quietly for him to deal with the problem.

After a while, a female ground attendant walked into the service desk, exchanged glances with the man, and helped him deal with those difficult passengers.

"Yes, I explained so many times, why can't I understand?"

The brother muttered impatiently and sat back at the small window, only to notice me.

A tired smile on his face: "Is there anything we can help?"

Without turning around, I opened the door and said, "I'm here to find someone."

The brother looked surprised, as if I didn't expect me to say so.

He smiled a little embarrassedly, and clearly understood what I meant: "Is this lady lost?"

I shook my head: "I ask you, Lin Miaomiao, she should be working at this platform. Do you know?"

really! I saw his face darken immediately, but his emotion was a little excited, and he got up from his seat and stared at me: "Are you Lin Miaomiao's family?"

"No, I'm not ... but I know her son ... Look at you like this, something must have happened, can you tell me?"

The little brother was like a discouraged ball, sitting suddenly in the seat, covering his face with both hands, rubbing up and down, and then looked at me sadly.

"Lin Miaomiao is an old groundman of ours. She has been working hard and can be said to be our predecessor, but ... hey, God is really unfair!"

He sighed, his voice was full of sorrow, and I felt that if he was not male, he would definitely cry.

The tone is full of negative emotions. Just listening makes people's heart twitch.

"Her husband still owes a debt to her ass. She ran away with a wild woman, and came to the door to collect debts. She said she would use a house if she did not pay the debts. Several jobs. "

I actually encountered the bridge segment only in this kind of TV series. I heard it from the mouth of a third person, and it was very unpleasant in my heart.

"Lin Miaomiao has no relatives?"

The expression on his brother's face was even uglier than crying: "Her family owes a **** debt, who will be close to them. The most chilling thing is that no one will help, and there are people who say, The mother and the child are out on the street, neither of them will accept such words. It is really a demon! "

I had a general understanding of the situation and could not help feeling sad for Maomao.

"Where is Lin Miaomiao, where is she now?"

When the brother said this, he couldn't help it, tears filled his eyes, and slowly dripped from the corner of his eyes.

My heart trembled, and a bad premonition hit my heart.

"She suffered from cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork and is still in the hospital."

With a loud bang, I felt that the world had collapsed. This was not my world, but Mao Mao's world. I saw that his world was rapidly turning grey and white, a black and white symbolizing death gradually emerged.