Irritable Little Boy (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Han Su (he) crawled out of the window and glanced around before feeling slightly relieved. The black rusty pipe clinging to the castle was still there, leading straight upwards.

Damages he (he) had caused inside the castle, like broken items and candles, would be repaired, disappear, or be moved when he (he) was kidnapped back again. However, the pipes and stairs that originally belonged to the castle usually remained unchanged.

Han Su (he) had discovered this pattern long ago but couldn't explain why.

Perhaps the bunker itself remained constant?

He (he) had no time to ponder these things and crawled out of the window, climbing up the rusty pipe. For someone of his (he) current small stature but agile skills, this was a very simple matter.

After climbing a few steps, he (he) pushed the window beside him (he). His (he) heart sank slightly.

Last time, he (he) had climbed to the third floor from here. This time, the pipe outside the window was still there, but the window that could be pushed open before was unexpectedly locked.

Han Su (he) pondered for a moment, then gritted his (he) teeth. Holding the pipe with both hands, he (he) kicked the window glass with all his (he) might.

With a crash, the glass shattered. Han Su (he) quickly observed the remaining shards of glass, carefully detached himself (he) from the pipe, and crawled through the window into an unknown room on the third floor.

This place looked like a huge repair room, filled with dusty precision instruments and parts. Gears of various sizes were piled together, exuding a strange aura.

Many of these gears looked like human eyes or internal organs.

Every time Han Su (he) saw these gears, he (he) felt an inexplicable chill, but he (he) didn't have time to waste on them. He (he) quickly and quietly approached the door.

The sound of him (he) shattering the glass was obvious.

Even though smoke was still rising from the first floor and the firelight flickered, and the cries of children could still be faintly heard from the first floor, theoretically masking some of his (he) movements, it wasn't foolproof. The monsters in this bunker were very sensitive to their (he) territory.

Pressing his (he) ear against the door, Han Su (he) heard a faint, sharp female laugh from outside.

The walls creaked, as if a spider was rapidly crawling on the outer wall.

His (he) heart pounded in his (he) chest. Han Su (he) couldn't gauge the timing, unsure if the woman on the third floor would find his (he) room immediately.

Fortunately, just then, there was a sudden bang from outside, the sound of a door being opened, followed by stumbling footsteps running down the corridor.

"Picked the right time..."

The moment he (he) heard the footsteps, Han Su (he) slowly pushed the door open.

Rushing into the long corridor, Han Su (he) saw not far away a monster whose body was only half intact. The upper half was wrapped in bandages, resembling a seductive woman with disheveled hair, while the lower half was a sophisticated mechanical device, like a spider body, crawling on the wall.

This monster was clearly nearing the room he (he) was in, its two eyes emitting a sinister glow.

Han Su (he) could even see the monster's delight and greed as it looked at him (he), as if it had discovered a treasure it hadn't noticed before.

But at the same time, further away, a little boy completely wrapped in bandages, holding a rusty iron piece wrapped in cloth strips, glanced this way blankly before turning and running.

The sound of the door opening that Han Su (he) had heard earlier was his (he).

He was the third little boy chosen and brought upstairs. It had only been a few hours since he was brought up, and he was already covered in gauze and bandages, blood seeping through. He limped when he ran.

"The Third Floor Irritable Boy..."

When Han Su saw the boy, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"This guy, still running every night like before..."

He wasn't the only one trying to escape.

Depending on his escape route from this bunker each time, he had encountered this little boy escaping at least two or three times.

And this boy was precisely the first one to die on the fourth floor the last time he escaped.

He seemed like a very stubborn person, with a stronger desire to escape than Han Su himself. Sometimes, he wouldn't even make a plan, just run.

However, it was precisely because of him that it seemed like he was playing a never-ending game with the Half-Woman on the third floor, distracting the monster and making it easier for Han Su to escape.

For Han Su, the exit was on the fourth floor, and the Half-Woman on the third floor was the most terrifying. She could crawl on walls and spit a kind of mechanical silk. Her speed was uncanny, and her reactions were agile.

Without this little boy on the third floor, it wouldn't have been easy for him to deal with her.

"Sorry, Little Brother, I'll call you 'Sir,' but this won't help..."

Thinking this to himself, Han Su turned and ran in the opposite direction of the fleeing boy's staircase, his movements appearing tense and fearful.

The mechanical monster crawling on the wall hesitated for a moment. However, her hesitation was extremely brief. She merely glanced at Han Su, her eyes flickering, before turning without hesitation. Her mechanical feet tapped rapidly on the wall as she chased after the little boy.

As she chased, she let out a laugh that sounded like a goat cry, echoing down the corridor.

She seemed to be having fun.

But she didn't expect that Han Su, after running a few steps, would immediately turn back, stick to the wall, and follow behind the Half-Woman, running towards the staircase on the opposite side of the corridor.

There were stairs on both the left and right sides of the bunker, but the Right Staircase to Fourth Floor was broken. Children couldn't jump over it. Once, Han Su had seen this large hole and had to retreat, find another way, and then rush to the fourth floor.

Ahead, the Half-Woman was chasing quickly, nearing the limping little boy.

The little boy also realized the Half-Woman was chasing him. He calmly made a judgment, turned around, and darted into a room opposite. Soon, the sounds of countless bottles and jars shattering could be heard from inside.

Amidst the chaos, the little boy's shouts could be heard: "Monster, I'll fight you to the death..."

"Baa baa baa, screw you..."

"Ugly hag, come fight!"

Han Su didn't stop to admire the fierce battle. Instead, he quickly crossed the corridor and rushed up the Left Staircase.

He felt a sense of pity. Putting aside the boy's character, his fighting spirit was truly formidable. If he could run, he ran. If he couldn't run, he'd circle around the monster. If he couldn't circle anymore, he'd start cursing...

Unfortunately, the ancient castle had long since repaired all possible loopholes that might allow a child to escape. By the fifth escape attempt, even he could only succeed by relying on the door that was summoned by a key.

Everything the boy was doing now was merely to satisfy the half-woman's twisted amusement.

It was like a game she never tired of.

"Chirp chirp..."

As expected, when Han Su quickly passed the doorway of this room and rushed towards the staircase, he couldn't help but look back upon hearing a series of clattering sounds of iron racks falling inside.

He saw that the room was in disarray, with things toppled over. The boy was using the miscellaneous items to block the half-woman.

But the woman, crawling on the wall as if on level ground, easily overcame these obstacles. She reached the boy from behind, and a mechanical foot firmly pinned him to the ground. With an excited smile, her sharp metal foot pierced his shoulder blade.

The little boy lay on the ground, a look of annoyance on his face.

It was at this moment that he struggled to lift his head and saw Han Su passing by the door. He immediately raised his hand with all his might.

Is he asking me for help?

Han Su didn't know, nor did he slow down because of it. Instead, he saw the little boy forcefully raise his hand and throw a black object out the door.

Clang.

It was the cloth-wrapped knife.

The boy's final act was to throw this knife out...

This had never happened before.

Han Su's heart stirred for a moment. Was this violent little boy, seeing that escape was impossible, giving the only useful tool in his hand to Han Su, who was fleeing outside?

He quickly bent down and grabbed the knife, then accelerated again, continuing towards the left staircase and quickly ascending to the fourth floor.

In a moment of slight relaxation, the scene just now flashed through his mind.

When picking up the knife, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. The half-monster, its metal foot still impaled in the boy, raised its head with a strange smile from beneath its dark hair, its eyes staring at him eerily.

And beneath the metal foot, the little boy in the pool of blood stared fixedly at Han Su's disappearing figure, slowly lowering his hand, disappointment in his eyes.

"Why are you running..."

"Take the knife and deal with her..."

"..."