This is really fucking reasonable...

If you are already in a world full of monsters and have nowhere to escape, and you are even more powerless to resist, then what else can you do besides being at ease?

Although there were countless questions in my heart, Xiao Xiao slowly gave up the urge to continue asking questions.

Maybe asking again will cause annoyance.

Since she agreed, she would continue to explain for herself afterwards.

If, if this world has really become a world full of monsters, then what's the use of myself even if I keep pestering her?

He was placed at the entrance of the alley by Yang Jia. Xiao Xiao looked at the empty street and felt a little relieved. He slowly turned around and walked towards home until he watched the taillights disappear.

He deliberately avoided the butcher shop where chainsaws and meat were always heard, and walked quickly past the house where a hoarse old record machine always sounded, and tensed his nerves again, and passed by the one who had three slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest slightest

The vicious dog's neighbor's yard. Along the way, it was as quiet as if only the sound of his heart beating. The corners of the darkness seemed to be filled with some sneaky eyes, staring at him quietly and laughing lowly.

.

When I finally opened the door, the torment in my heart reached the strongest, and I was a little afraid of seeing my mother.

This place is full of evil spirits...

Xiao Xiao recalled Yang Jia's words and thought of Jiang Cheng's appearance as a twisted monster. After a long time, he made up his mind and opened the door.

What caught my eye was unexpectedly warm lights.

"Are you back?"

My mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw him coming in, she turned down the volume a little and said, "I told you a long time ago that I should go out for more."

Thinking of her when she was leaving the house not long ago, she seemed to chop the kitchen knife on her body. Xiao Xiao was still scared, but he just agreed in a vague way and prepared to walk back to the bedroom.

"You little brat, don't even say anything to me."

The mother on the sofa beat her waist and muttered, "I'm too lazy to care about you. I made dumplings and put them in the refrigerator. If you're hungry, take them out and microwave them."

"I play games so late every day, but I don't care about my health. Who do I expect when I get old?"

“…”

“…”

Xiao Xiao pushed the door and entered the bedroom and stopped his hand, and replied dullly: "I understand."

When he entered the door, he seemed to be able to feel the concerned gaze. Thinking of the chill that had just happened not long ago, he felt that it was difficult to tell the truth.

After my parents divorced four years ago, I have been living with my mother. Later, the sudden panic attack tortured me, causing me to not even take the college entrance examination.

For about four years, I have been just staying in the room and have never even worked as a job.

My mother is older, but she has been taking care of herself. Although she occasionally dislikes her, she still feels sad and accompanys her.

But if my mother has become a monster, are these memories fake?

All of this was performed?

The moment he closed the bedroom door, Xiao Xiao's body couldn't help but tremble, he raised his hands hard and rubbed his face.

That night, Xiao Xiao did not dare to take off his clothes and lay on the bed with his clothes, waiting until dawn.

He sat on the bed for a while before he got up. He experienced such a tense thing yesterday and fell asleep on the bed without even taking off his shoes. He was always on guard against something.

However, nothing obviously happened that night, and it was so normal that it made people feel abnormal.

When he tiptoed to the living room, he saw that the house was empty and "mom" seemed to have left. In the living room that was already old, there was breakfast that should have been left for him on the dining table.

It was a plate of fried dumplings and a box of milk.

Xiao Xiao couldn't help but think that his mother was a very saving person. In her eyes, the only and irreplaceable delicacy in the world was dumplings.

But she has been too tired recently and hasn't made dumplings for a long time.

She didn't have midnight snack last night, so she should be very distressed, but she was afraid that she wouldn't be too lazy to heat up, so she fryed it for herself and left it, and then went to work...

However, is this person who keeps dumplings for himself the same person as the person who wished to chop himself into dumpling stuffing yesterday?

Xiao Xiao looked at the plate of dumplings and finally didn't try it. He washed his face with cold water and walked out of the door hungry.

Through the small courtyard full of green plants, we came to the alley. This was a very dilapidated neighborhood, but compared with the tall buildings around, the space here seems spacious, with some small two or three floors around.

The building, or a small bungalow with a yard, is clearly located in the heart of a bustling city, but compared with the tall buildings around it, it seems like a corner forgotten by the city.

Unlike the panic under the blurred night yesterday, this time, Xiao Xiao truly saw this world that had been missing for four years, which was clearer, but a little confused.

He saw three big dogs in the neighbor's house, one was chasing a butterfly in the yard, the other was desperately digging a pit on the ground, and the last one was lazily lying on the ground and letting the soil be buried.

On your own head.

There is no vicious dog that eats people. These three dogs are so stupid that they wag their tails desperately when they see cats.

He saw the white curtains fluttering in the wind at the second floor neighbor's house, which had a strange sound from the old record machine yesterday, and he vaguely saw a slender figure dancing behind the window with soothing music.

When I saw the butcher shop on the street, the boss wearing a leather apron was holding a cigarette, and everyone I saw was very polite.

The sun is warm and everything is quiet.

Xiao Xiao looked at the old man chatting in the old street and the little girl jumping around, and felt as if he had come to another world, which was completely different from the gloomy and coldness of yesterday.

His heart couldn't help but feel much more relaxed, but he still didn't dare to relax. He walked through the streets and alleys with his pocket in his hand and came to the streets.

Looking up at the world, he felt a little strange.

Commercial buildings that rose from the ground at some point, light rails running across the city halfway through the city, huge factories that surrounded the edge of the city, and the pale and dim sun.

There are shadows in my memory, but it seems to be a little different.

However, what caught my eye was just a huge and unlimited city, not the gloomy ghost domain I saw yesterday.

There are only all kinds of people and all kinds of lives in front of you.

Busy or leisurely white-collar elite walking on the street with coffee in their hands, the little girl rushing to the subway runs wildly with her ponytails, and on the tall billboard, the hot and cool girl gives a kiss to the city.

Everything works normally, and it is different from your own memory, but it is taken for granted.

Is it because I haven't gone out for four years, or because this world has been replaced, so many things that I feel strange to me?

Xiao Xiao couldn't tell it carefully for a while.

He just looked at this huge and profound world and could not question his reality.

How could all this be a monster?

Perhaps, everything is really just one’s own hallucination, and everything I experienced yesterday is just one’s own hallucination and imagination?

Xiao Xiao hurriedly lowered his head, glanced at the band-aid sticking on his hand, and suddenly used force to tear off the band-aid, revealing the deep wound.

The wound that was torn apart again reminded him that this was not fake, so yesterday's experience was also true. He "killed" Jiang Cheng, and Yang Jia put a band-aid on himself...

but……

I thought of the past four years, the countless murmurs that seemed real or fake, the torture that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the mutual invasion of dreams and reality.

He suddenly became a little scared, what if yesterday's memory was fake?

What if I didn’t really “kill” any monster, but just punched the mirror, causing my hand to be injured?

Just like my mother, is her love for herself also disguised by monsters?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and suddenly accelerated his pace to rush home.

But just as he pushed open the gate, he suddenly heard a cold voice:

"Where did you go crazy for another day?"

“…”

Xiao Xiao looked up and saw his mother standing in the yard with a cold face, pouring the unmoved dumplings into the trash can.

She was wearing the work clothes of a shopping guide in a large supermarket. She seemed to have just returned home and had not had time to change her clothes. But when she saw Xiao Xiao, she couldn't hide her dissatisfaction: "I don't eat or go home."

"You are such a big person, what do you want to do?"

"You are going to get married in the future. If you want to have children and marry a wife, you all count on me. Do you want to count on me to serve you all your life?"

"Go to find your dad, you guys are all the way. You can ask him to take care of you. Anyway, he has money!"

“…”

Xiao Xiao stopped at the gate of the yard and looked at his mother calmly.

He saw his mother walking around the yard in annoyance, constantly slamming the things in her hands. When the depression reached its peak, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Xiao Xiao hatefully.

Under the skin, there was a gurgling movement of an eyeball.

"Swish..."

At this moment, Xiao Xiao suddenly felt chill all over and staggered back.

But for some reason, in my heart, there was an unexpected sense of relaxation, and the confusion in my brain slowly dissipated.

She is indeed a monster, the same monster as Jiang Cheng.

I don’t have to be confused or escape anymore. This world is indeed as Yang Jia described, with monsters everywhere.

only……

His mother, whose expression became more and more fierce, seemed to be about to be torn apart by some wriggling monster, suddenly felt a little hesitant...
Chapter completed!