The world is sick.

When there is no point in living, survival becomes a joke.

When sin reigns in the mind, the law becomes a joke.

This is the sea of blood, and here is the mountain of corpses.

This is the carnival of the dead, and this is the harbor of the soul.

This is Gentle Township.

Here, is Lear's dream cottage.

"Reapers, I'm back."

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Lan Qing had never encountered such a situation.

Why do the dead who grant their wishes come back to life.

"Lear, you don't belong here."

"Mr. Lan Qing, we meet again. For this meeting, I spent two hours preparing a big gift for you. ”

The monstrous fire shone on the earth, and the starry sky lost its luster with the moon.

A cross appeared behind Lear's back, standing upright above the firelight.

"Mr. Lan Qing, the game has just begun. Welcome to my dream cottage, where everything is real. ”

"Game Title: Save Lan Lan"

Lan Qing's eyes were bloodshot and stiff. He saw a man tied to Lear's deep cross.

That person he was all too familiar with, it was his sister Lan Lan.

"Happy playing! Hahahahaha! ”

Li Er laughed like a madman, and the firelight behind him became the backdrop for the occasion, and Li Er jumped in the flames and twisted his waist.

The god of death under the starry night, but there was a fear that he should not have appeared.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my Mr. Lan Qing, I forgot to say the rules." Lear stopped his dance,

"Rules are ......"

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"Look, my Grim Reaper, it's all your doing!"

Lan Qing woke up in a nightmare again.

It's that scene again, it's that person again.

He hugged Lan Lan's corpse, knelt on the ground and kept repeating this sentence.

Lan Lan went home, but Lan Qing didn't follow him.

He couldn't get used to that vibe.

Parents have forgotten that they exist.

Obviously, at the beginning they remembered themselves.

"Lan Lan, what are you looking at?" Mom asked Lan Lan,

"Xiaoqing, come and eat. Mom, let Xiaoqing come to dinner, or he should eat my snacks again. ”

Lan Lan pointed to the air in the corner and said.

But their parents couldn't see it at all, and they all thought that Lan Lan missed Lan Qing too much.

Lan Qing still remembers that when Lan Lan and her parents used to eat, there would always be a pair of empty chopsticks on the table.

That's for Lan Qing.

But then, all of them were gone.

They don't know who Lan Qing is at all,

Only Lan Lan remembers Lan Qing,

Lan Lan hugged her parents and cried bitterly, she didn't want them to forget Lan Qing.

But they don't seem to forget.

It's Lan Qing, who never existed at all.

There are still traces of Lan Qing's existence everywhere in life.

The extra room, the boys' toys in the room.

But the parents couldn't understand it at all. It seems that the existence of these things is the reason why Lan Qing does not exist.

Lan Lan was the only one who silently cleaned this room, keeping this existing but unreasonable room tidy.

Sometimes Lan Lan wonders if he is like Lan Qing, sooner or later he will be forgotten by his parents, disappear, and never exist in the world.

Strange to say, she had forgotten many things herself. She only remembered that Lan Qing had been standing in the corner of the living room. She knew the little boy, her younger brother. Mom and Dad said he was dead, but he was standing there.

This was the only memory she had of Lan Qing. But the experience of growing up with Lan Qing and the memory of living together are completely gone. All the memories stayed on the boy standing in that corner.

"Lan Lan, come and eat." Mom's words interrupted Lan Lan's memories.

Sitting at the dinner table, Lan Lan was used to glancing at the corner of the living room.

But this time there was really nothing.

Lan Lan sometimes wondered why he could see Lan Qing.

She asked Lan Qing if she was dying, and Lan Qing said that she was far from death.

She always felt that everything was too unreal, that everything was too unreal. She always feels as if she is living in someone else's fantasy circle, and whatever plot others arrange for her, she will act accordingly.

Who isn't living in the plot?

End of chapter