The rain kept beating on the umbrella surface, making a sound like a dense drum beat.

Although there is a bluestone path in the yard, mud trapped in it keeps flowing down from above, almost covering the top of the boots.

And the further you go in, the rain and mud seem to become more urgent, like a symphony, gradually entering into a large ensemble.

Karen put her hand on the rusty door handle and turned it gently.

The handle can be turned, but the door cannot be opened. It may not be locked, but simply the door lock is broken.

Take a half step back, lift your boots, and control the force.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and a harsh friction sound came, as if someone was grinding steel with a wire.

As I walked in, the door behind me seemed to be suddenly blown by the wind.

"Bang!"

The door was "closed", and the noisy and chaotic sound of rain was also locked outside.

From hustle and bustle to quietness, the environment changed a bit too fast, and Karen paused for a moment to adjust.

The entrance hall is a bit dirty. The place in the corner should be a specially arranged mushroom planting place, so that it can be easily accessed when needed in the kitchen without having to go outside the house.

Walk out from the entrance and come to the edge of the living room.

There are puppets sitting on the chairs. They are not very realistic because there are clear dividing lines on their faces. If you turn on a lamp and look at them at night, it will be very scary.

There were drinks, coffee and some snacks on the dining table and coffee table. It seemed like a very lively party had just been held, or... it had not stopped yet and was still going on.

Karen found an empty chair, reached out and patted the chair cushion gently, turned around and sat down.

After adjusting his posture and raising his feet, he seemed to blend into the atmosphere of these puppets.

Immediately afterwards, Karen took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. On the one hand, he wanted to appease the soul injuries that would be triggered from time to time during this period. On the other hand, he also wanted to give this room a better life.

Add a bit of "fresh" flavor to the house.

It's very greasy here. Although the furnishings are very expensive, it gives people the feeling that everything has been smeared with a layer of wax, and it is not solid and can be moistened at any time.

Philomena, did she grow up in such an environment?

Karen took another puff of cigarette, leaned back, and slowly blew out the smoke ring while continuing to look around.

He came, but not quite.

The owner didn't seem to welcome him as a guest, but Karen didn't feel aggrieved by being left out. After all, let's not mention what grudges his grandfather had with this family. In short, it was a curse placed by his grandfather, and he, as his grandson,

If you come to your door today and are greeted warmly, you will feel uncomfortable.

The cigarette between his fingers continued to burn. Karen picked up a wine glass on the side coffee table with his other hand, raised it in front of him, and shook it gently.

Different scenes are reflected in the cup and the red wine inside.

Some people were laughing, some were dancing, and some were playing the accordion excitedly.

Immediately afterwards,

An old woman's face looked over, with a charming smile on her lips.

She seemed to want to say something, but Karen directly spilled the red wine in the glass on the already greasy expensive carpet.

The cigarette butt in his hand was thrown into the cup with a little alcohol left in it, and placed on the coffee table.

Then, Karen folded her hands on her knees and closed her eyes.

Grandfather and grandson should have something to say, so let's wait until they finish.

As a guest, you must first pay attention to the convenience of the host.

Karen's breathing gradually slowed down, and he really wanted to take a nap.

But at this moment, the sound of a ball falling and rolling came from upstairs.

once,

twice,

three times……

Karen heard clearly, but he did not open his eyes or make any other movements.

Having experienced countless games of consciousness and space, he has already acquired extremely sufficient experience and the ability to analyze various illusions.

He knew very well that once he got into the other person's rhythm and responded, the other person would be able to pull him into the place she wanted him to be.

The other party wanted to entertain me and had no intention of neglecting me, but if the party started in the main hall, the other party obviously wanted to arrange for me to be alone in the side hall so that I could play alone.

Karen chose to refuse.

But the sound of the ball hitting the ground gradually became closer and closer, so close that it seemed like it was next to my ear.

Karen sighed. He wanted to decline the master's "kindness" in a way that he couldn't understand the hint, but the problem was that the master directly grabbed his arm.

He opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was no longer the living room on the first floor, but the corridor entrance on the second floor.

A little girl in a yellow skirt knelt on the ground and threw the ball to a man who was also kneeling on the ground.

The ball rolled in front of the man. The man opened his mouth, caught it with his mouth, then sat up straight, then jumped up, flicked his neck, and threw the ball towards the girl.

The ball rolled back to the girl again.

The girl picked up the ball and looked at her father who was drooling and looking at her with excitement.

Then, the girl moved her eyes to her grandma who was sitting next to her and knitting a sweater.

Grandma sometimes looked down at the needlework in her hand, and sometimes looked up at the father and daughter playing around with a loving smile.

In fact, the little girl really didn't want to play this game, but she had to play it because her grandma wanted to have such a feeling today.

Next, it was another game of throwing a ball between father and daughter.

Karen's position was exactly opposite Mrs. Fisher, and the "four people" present were arranged in a diamond shape.

Karen was not very interested in Mrs. Fisher, but he was really looking at the young Philomena seriously.

At this time, she still had childishness on her face, but there wasn't much left.

"Grandma, I don't want to play anymore."

Finally, the girl plucked up the courage to deliberately throw the ball to the other side, and the ball rolled all the way to Karen's feet.

"My child, you have to be good. As a good child, you must first learn to be obedient."

The knitting needle in Mrs. Fisher's hand floated.

Karen lowered his head and looked at the little leather ball that had rolled down to his boots.

Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, the ball suddenly turned into Mrs. Fisher's face.

Her two eyeballs suddenly bulged, and then two knitting needles burst out of her eyeballs. There was no splash of blood, but instead there was a tearing sound like a piece of cloth being punctured.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

Karen's eyes were pierced, and the two knitting needles were like two long nails, piercing through Karen's eyes and nailing him to the back of the chair.

"Tick tock...tick tock..."

Blood continuously dripped from the corners of Karen's eyes, spread down her arms, and then to her palms, and finally fell to the ground through her fingertips.

…

"He reminds me of someone."

Mrs. Fisher was hunched over, looking forward, although there was nothing in front of her.

Philomena stood beside her grandmother. In her field of vision, she seemed to see a familiar figure leaning on the chair motionless, while the blood dripped uncontrollably and gradually accumulated into a pool underneath.

But when her eyes were pierced, the figure disappeared again. She wanted to catch it again, but she felt like there was a barrier that directly compressed her sight.

"It's a bit similar feeling, especially when I opened the window earlier, I really thought it was him coming, but how could there be a second him in this world? It's impossible."

Mrs. Fisher stretched out her hand and gently touched her wrinkled and old face,

"But I know that he is waiting for me. He has been waiting for me. I will go to him. I will go to see him. I will tell him how much I miss him. He is like a beam of light that has dazzled me for most of my life.

.

But no matter how beautiful the new clothes are, they are not worthy of the scene when I met him. Therefore, I hope that I can become young and stand in front of him with the posture of my youth to tell him everything that has been in my heart over the years.

of everything.

Philomena, can you help grandma fulfill this wish?

You have listened to your grandma the most since you were a child, right?"

Philomena shook her head and said, "Grandma, I want to leave here."

"Leave?" Mrs. Fisher smiled, "How to leave? The man who sent you here has already sunk, but it doesn't matter. I will wake him up again after the party at home. After all, he still wants to

Send my precious granddaughter away, right?"

"Will something happen to him?" Philomena asked.
To be continued...