The leader scratched his head and had no choice but to lead the group into the house.
They saw an old lady with a full head of silver hair, apparently sick, lying in bed, covered tightly.
"Old lady, may I ask..."
As they stepped forward to see her face clearly, their eyes suddenly widened.
"You are..."
The lights went out automatically, and the door slammed shut.
In the pitch-black house, there were "crunch crunch" chewing sounds.
Not long after, the lights came back on, and a towering figure, initially hunched but gradually swelling up, appeared on the glass window.
The voice was gentle and kind:
"My dear Little Red Riding Hood hasn't arrived yet, could she be playing somewhere again?
Six wolves, 1382 humans, almost restored, only the last meal left, and have to wait for dear Little Red Riding Hood to come... "
Under the night, the cabin lights shone warmly as usual, peaceful, calm, and harmonious.
...
The time is slightly moved forward.
