At that moment, Nagatomo heard that raspy male voice roar in his ear again, "It's the deserted wild child! Don't approach the deserted wild child! The deserted wild child is the Child-Weeping Old Man!"
"Don't go over there!"
Although still unclear about what was happening, the buzz-cut youth couldn't help but vocalize to stop others from approaching.
"Gwaah—gwaah—wah—"
However, at this time, the crying of the baby in the swaddling clothes gradually ceased, and a plump little hand stretched out, with a strength that a baby should not possess, it tightly grasped the housewife auntie's trouser leg.
"Heehee—haha—"
The baby began to laugh.
The laughter gradually changed pitch, becoming shrill, aging, and eerily unsettling.
The baby's arm that stretched out from the swaddling clothes also transformed, withering and shriveling, nearly muscleless, covered in wrinkles, downy hair, and age spots.
"Heehee—haha—"
