If you are already in a world full of monsters, with nowhere to escape and no way to resist, what else can you do except feel at ease?
Although there were still countless questions in his heart, Xiao Xiao slowly gave up the urge to continue asking questions.
Maybe it will annoy people if I ask again.
Since she promised she would continue to explain herself later.
If, if this world has really become a world full of monsters, then what's the use of pestering her all the time?
After being placed at the entrance of the alley by Yang Jia, Xiao Xiao looked at the deserted street and felt a little relieved. He didn't slowly turn around and walk back home until he saw the taillights of the car disappear.
He deliberately avoided the butcher's shop where the sound of a chainsaw chopping meat was always heard, and walked quickly past a house where the sound of a hoarse old record player was always ringing. He tensed up his nerves again and passed the house that kept three dogs.
The neighbor's yard of the vicious dog. Along the way, it was so quiet that it was as if I could only hear the beating of my own heart. In the corners that were submerged in the darkness, there always seemed to be some sneaky eyes, staring at me quietly and laughing.
.
When I finally opened the door, the torment in my heart reached its peak, and I was a little afraid of seeing my mother.
This place is full of evil spirits...
Xiao Xiao thought about Yang Jia's words and thought about Jiang Cheng turning into a twisted monster. It took a long, long time before he made up his mind and pushed the door open.
What catches the eye is an unexpectedly warm light.
"Come back?"
My mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw him come in, she turned down the volume a little and said, "I told you a long time ago that you should go out more often."
Remembering that when she went out not long ago, she looked like she was going to chop herself with a kitchen knife, Xiao Xiao felt lingering fear, but he just gave a vague agreement and prepared to go back to the bedroom.
"You brat, you didn't even say a word 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 are hungry, take them out and microwave them."
"Playing games every day until late at night and not taking care of your body, who will I expect when I get old?"
"..."
"..."
Xiao Xiao's hand paused as he pushed the door into the bedroom, and replied dully: "I know."
When he entered the door, he seemed to still be able to feel the concerned eyes. Thinking of the shudder he had felt not long ago, he actually had a feeling that it was difficult to distinguish between true and false.
After my parents divorced four years ago, I have been living with my mother. Later, the sudden panic attack tortured me and made me not even take the college entrance examination.
For almost four years, I just stayed in my room and never even worked a job.
My mother is getting older, but she has always taken care of me. Although she occasionally feels disgusted, she still cares and accompanies me more.
However, if my mother has also turned into a monster, are these memories also false?
Is all this a performance?
The moment he closed the bedroom door, Xiao Xiao's body couldn't help but tremble, he raised his hands fiercely and rubbed his face.
That night, Xiao Xiao didn't dare to take off his clothes. He lay on the bed fully clothed and waited until dawn.
After sitting on the bed for a while, he got up. After experiencing such a stressful thing yesterday, he lay on the bed and fell asleep without even taking off his shoes, always prepared for something.
However, apparently nothing happened that night, and what was normal felt abnormal.
When he tiptoed to the living room, he saw that the house was empty. "Mom" seemed to have left. In the living room, which was already decorated in an old way, there was breakfast on the dining table that should have been left for him.
It was a plate of fried dumplings and a carton of milk.
Xiao Xiao couldn't help but remember that her mother was a very frugal person. In her eyes, the only irreplaceable delicacy in the world was dumplings.
But she has been too tired from work recently and has not made dumplings for a long time.
She must have felt distressed because she didn't have a late-night snack last night, but she was afraid that she would be too lazy to heat it up, so she simply fried it for herself and left it before going to work...
However, the person who left the dumplings for himself and the person who wanted to chop himself into the dumpling fillings yesterday were really the same person?
Xiao Xiao looked at the plate of dumplings and finally didn't try them. He washed his face with cold water and walked out of the door hungry.
After passing through the small courtyard full of green plants, we came to the alley. This is a very dilapidated neighborhood, but compared with the surrounding high-rise buildings, the space here seems spacious. It is surrounded by some two- and three-story small buildings.
A building, or a small bungalow with a courtyard, is obviously located in the core of the bustling city, but compared with the rows of tall buildings around it, this place seems like a forgotten corner of the city.
Different from the panic in the blurry night yesterday, this time, Xiao Xiao really saw the world that he had not seen for four years, more clearly, but also a little confused.
He saw three big dogs from his neighbor's house. One was chasing butterflies in the yard, one was desperately digging holes in the ground, and the last one was lazily lying on the ground and letting the soil bury it.
On your own head.
There are no ferocious dogs that can eat people. These three dogs are so stupid that they wag their tails desperately when they see a cat.
He saw the neighbor's house on the second floor where the strange old record player sound drifted yesterday. The white curtains were fluttering in the wind, and he could vaguely see a slender figure dancing to the soothing music behind the window.
I saw the owner of a butcher shop on the street wearing a leather apron and smoking a cigarette. He was smiling and very polite to everyone he met.
The sun is warm and everything is quiet.
Xiao Xiao looked at the old people chatting in this old street and the little girls jumping up and down, and felt as if he had entered another world, which was completely different from the gloomy and cold days of yesterday.
His heart couldn't help but feel a lot lighter, but he still didn't dare to relax. He walked through the streets and came to the street with his hands in his pockets.
Looking up at the world, he felt a little strange.
The commercial buildings that had risen from the ground at unknown times, the light rail lines that ran halfway through the city, the huge factories that surrounded the edge of the city, and the pale and dim sun.
There are shadows in my own memory, but it seems a little different.
However, what caught his eyes was a city so huge that it had no boundaries, not the gloomy ghostland he saw yesterday.
There are only all kinds of people and all kinds of lives in front of me.
Busy or leisurely white-collar elites are walking down the street with coffee in their hands, little girls catching the subway are running wildly with their ponytails swinging, and on tall billboards, hot and cool girls are blowing kisses to the city.
Everything is functioning normally, which is different from my memory, but it is normal.
Is it because I feel strange because I haven’t left home for four years, or is it because the world has been replaced and there are so many things that feel strange to me?
Xiao Xiao couldn't distinguish it carefully for a while.
He just looked at this huge and profound world, unable to question his reality.
How could all these people, living people, be monsters?
Perhaps, everything is really just my own illusion, and everything I experienced yesterday was just my own illusion and conjecture?
Xiao Xiao hurriedly lowered his head, glanced at the band-aid on his hand, and suddenly used force to tear off the band-aid, revealing the deep wound.
The re-opened wound reminded him that this was not a lie, so yesterday's experience was also real. He "killed" Jiang Cheng, and Yang Jia put a band-aid on himself...
but……
I thought about the past four years, the countless half-truths and falsehoods, the torment from headaches to the bone marrow, and the mutual invasion of dreams and reality.
He was suddenly a little scared. What if yesterday's memory was also false?
What if I didn't really "kill" any monster, but just punched the mirror and injured my hand?
Just like his mother, could her love for him be disguised by a monster?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he suddenly quickened his pace and rushed home.
But just when he pushed open the courtyard door, he suddenly heard a cold voice:
"Where did you go for another crazy day?"
"..."
Xiao Xiao looked up and saw his mother standing in the yard with a grim expression, pouring the plate of untouched dumplings into the trash can.
She was still wearing the work clothes of a large supermarket shopping guide. She seemed to have just returned home and hadn't had time to change her clothes. But when she saw Xiao Xiao, she couldn't hide her dissatisfaction: "I won't eat, and I won't go home."
"You are such an old man, what do you want to do?"
"You will get married in the future. You will have children and find a wife. You are all counting on me. Do you want me to serve you all your life?"
"Go to your dad. You guys are just messing around. Go and ask him to take care of you. He has plenty of money anyway!"
"..."
Xiao Xiao stopped at the entrance of the hospital and looked at his mother steadily.
He saw his mother walking around in the yard angrily, beating things in her hands, and when her depression reached its peak, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Xiao Xiao hatefully.
Under the skin, there was the sound of an eyeball flickering across.
"Shua..."
At this moment, Xiao Xiao suddenly felt cold all over and staggered back a step.
But for some reason, I felt an unexpected sense of relaxation in my heart, and the confusion in my brain slowly dissipated.
She is indeed a monster, the same monster as Jiang Cheng.
I no longer need to be confused or run away. The world is indeed just like what Yang Jia described, with monsters everywhere.
only……
He looked at his mother, whose expression was getting more and more fierce, as if her skin was about to be torn apart by some kind of squirming monster, and he suddenly felt a little hesitant...
