Chapter 4 Strange World

That's a d*mn good point ...

If one is already in a world full of monsters, with nowhere to escape and even less power to resist, what else can one do but feel at ease?

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

Maybe asking again would be annoying.

Since she had promised to continue to help explain herself afterward, it was fine.

If, if this world, has really turned into a world full of monsters, then what's the use of himself, even if he keeps pestering her?

Being placed at the entrance of the alley by Yang Jia, Xiao Xiang looked at the empty street and actually felt slightly relieved, he didn't slowly turn around and walk towards home until he watched the car's taillights disappear into thin air.

He purposely avoided the butcher's store where the sound of a chainsaw cutting meat always came out, walked quickly past the home where the sound of a hoarse old record player was always ringing, and tensed his nerves to pass by the neighbor's yard where three vicious dogs were kept. Along the way, quiet as if you could only hear the beating of your own heart, drowned by the darkness of the edges and corners, there always seemed to be some sneaky eyes, quietly staring at themselves, letting out a low laugh.

When I finally had to push open the door, the torment in my heart reached the strongest, and I was a little afraid to see my mother.

This place, all evil ghosts ...

Xiao clamor recalled Yang Jia's words, thinking about the appearance of Jiang Cheng turned into a twisted monster, a long time, a long time, before ruthlessly, pushed the door to open the door of the room.

What met his eyes was a surprisingly cozy light.

"Back?"

Mom was sitting on the sofa watching TV, saw him come in, turned down the volume a little, said: "I told you long ago, you should go out more."

Thinking that when he went out not too long ago, she still looked like she was going to chop the kitchen knife on herself, Xiao clamor had palpitations in his heart, and just gave a vague yes, and was ready to walk back to the bedroom.

"Brat, not even a word to me."

Mom on the sofa whacked her waist and muttered, "I'm too lazy to care about you, I made dumplings and put them in the fridge, take them out and microwave them if you're hungry."

"Playing games until so late every day and not caring for your body, who do I count on when I'm old?"

"..."

"..."

Xiao clamor's hand that pushed the door into the bedroom stopped for a moment, and returned a dull, "Got it."

When he entered the door, it was as if he could still feel that concerned gaze, and associating it with the unsettling shiver just a short while ago, he actually had a momentary feeling that was hard to tell from the truth.

Four years ago after mom and dad divorced, he had been living with his mom, and then that sudden panic attack tormented him, making him not even participate in the college entrance exam.

For almost four whole years, he had also been just staying in his room, not even working a job.

Mom was also older, but she had always taken care of herself, and although she occasionally resented it, it was still more of a heartache and companionship.

But if, say, mom has also turned into a monster, are these memories, too, false?

Was it all, all of it, an act?

The moment he closed the bedroom door, Xiao clamor's body couldn't help but tremble, viciously raising his hands and rubbing his face.

This night, Xiao clamor didn't dare to take off his clothes, lying on the bed with his clothes, waiting until dawn.

After sitting on the bed for a while, he only got up, after experiencing such a tense thing yesterday, he didn't even take off his shoes before lying down on the bed and falling asleep, always on guard against anything.

Except that nothing had apparently happened this night, so normal that it didn't feel normal.

When he tiptoed into the living room, he saw that the house was empty, "mom" seemed to have left, and in the living room, which was already old and decorated, there was a breakfast on the table that should have been reserved for himself.

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

Xiao Xiang couldn't help but think about it, mom was a very frugal person, in her eyes, the only and irreplaceable delicacy in this world was dumplings.

But she had been working too hard lately and hadn't made dumplings for a long time.

She didn't have a snack last night, she should be very heartbroken, but she was afraid that she would get up and be too lazy to heat it up, so she fried it for herself and left it behind, and that's why she went to work ....

However, this person who left dumplings for himself, and the person who hated to chop himself into the dumpling filling yesterday, is really the same person?

Xiao clamor looked at the plate of dumplings, finally did not try, washed his face with cold water, and walked out of the door with a hungry stomach.

Through the small courtyard full of greenery, came to the alley, this is a very shabby neighborhood, but compared with the surrounding high-rise buildings, the space here is spacious, surrounded by some two or three-storey small buildings, or have a yard of small cottages, obviously located in the heart of the bustling city, but compared with the surrounding tall buildings, this is like a corner forgotten by the city.

Unlike the trepidation of yesterday's disorienting night, this time, Xiao clamor truly saw this world that had been missing for four years, clearer, yet somewhat confused.

He saw that the neighbor's three big dogs, one was naively chasing butterflies in the yard, one was desperately digging a hole in the ground, and the last one was lazily lying on the ground and letting the earth bury itself on its head.

There are no vicious dogs that eat people, these three dogs are so naive that they desperately wag their tails when they see a cat.

He saw the white curtains fluttering in the wind of his second-floor neighbor's house, where the sound of a strange old record player had drifted down yesterday, and he could see a slender figure dancing behind the window to soothing music.

Seeing the butcher store on the street, the owner with a leather apron holding a cigarette, smiling and being especially polite to whoever he sees.

The sun is warm and everything is quiet.

Xiao clamor looked at the old man chatting in this old street, and the little girl jumping around, only to feel as if he had come to another world, very different from yesterday's gloomy and cold.

His heart couldn't help but relax a lot, but he still didn't dare to relax, and with his hand in his pocket, he walked through the streets and alleys to the street.

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

That a do not know when the commercial buildings rose up, a light rail from the city halfway across the longitudinal, that a huge factory embracing the edge of the city, and the pale and bleak sun.

There were shadows of their own memories, but they seemed to be somewhat different.

However, what came into one's eyes was only a city so huge that it had no boundaries, not the eerie ghostly realm that one had seen yesterday.

There were only all kinds of people and all kinds of lives in front of their eyes.

Busy or leisurely white-collar elites walking down the street with coffee in their hands, little girls rushing to the subway flinging their ponytails along the way, and tall billboards with hot and cool girls offering flying kisses to the city.

Everything was functioning as it should, different from one's memories, but taken for granted.

Was it because of the strangeness that had developed since he hadn't left the house in four years, or was it because this world had been replaced that there were so many more things that felt strange to him?

Xiao clamor was unable to carefully distinguish between them for a moment.

He just looked at this huge and deep world, unable to question his reality.

How could all these people, living, breathing people, be monsters?

Perhaps, everything was really just his own hallucination, and everything he experienced yesterday was just his own hallucination and imagination?

Xiao clamor hurriedly lowered his head, glanced at the band-aid affixed to his hand, and suddenly exerted force, tearing the band-aid off, revealing the deep wound.

The re-torn wound reminded him that this is not fake, so yesterday's experience is also real, he "killed" Jiang Cheng, Yang Jia put a band-aid on himself ....

But ...

Thinking of his previous four years, that countless seemingly real or fake murmurings, headaches to the marrow of the torture, dreams and reality of the mutual invasion.

He was suddenly afraid, what if yesterday's memories were also false?

What if he didn't really "kill" the monster, but just punched the mirror and hurt his hand?

Just like his mother, her love and care for him, could it also be a monster in disguise?

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became, and he suddenly accelerated his pace towards home.

But also just as he pushed open the courtyard door, he suddenly heard an icy voice:

"Where did you go crazy for another day?"

"..."

Xiao clamor looked up and saw his mother standing in the courtyard with a grim face, forcefully dumping the plate of untouched dumplings into the trash can.

She was still wearing the work clothes of a certain large supermarket shopper, and seemed to have just returned home and hadn't had time to change, but when she saw Xiao clamor, she couldn't hide the dissatisfaction in her heart, "You don't eat, and you don't return home."

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

"You're going to get married in the future, you're going to have kids and get a wife, all counting on me, you want to count on me to serve you for the rest of your life?"

"Go to your father, you're all the same, you go let him take care of you, anyway, he has plenty of money!"

"..."

Xiao clamor stood still at the entrance of the courtyard and fixedly looked at his mom.

He saw his mom walking around the yard in annoyance, constantly slamming the things in her hands, and when this depression reached its peak, she suddenly turned her head towards Xiao Shen with hatred.

Beneath the skin, there is an eye grunting and scratching.

"Whoosh ..."

At this moment, Xiao Hao suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and staggered back a step.

But for some reason, an unexpected sense of relief rose in his heart, and the confusion in his mind slowly dissipated.

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

There is no need to be confused or escaped, this world is indeed just like Yang Jia described, full of monsters.

Only...

He looked at his mother, whose expression was becoming more and more fierce, as if her skin was about to be torn apart by some writhing monster, and suddenly there was a hint of hesitation...

What should he do?