That makes so much fucking sense......

If you are already in a world full of monsters, there is nowhere to escape, and you are powerless to resist, so what can you do except feel at ease?

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

It may be annoying to ask again.

Since she promised that she would continue to explain to herself afterwards.

If, if this world has really become a world full of monsters, then what is the use of pestering her all the time?

was placed at the mouth of the alley by Yang Jia, Xiao Huan looked at the empty street, and actually felt a little relieved, he didn't slowly turn around and walk home until he saw the taillights disappear.

He deliberately dodged the butcher's shop, which always heard the sound of chainsaws cutting meat, walked briskly past the house where the sound of a hoarse old record player always sounded, and tensed his nerves and passed the yard of the neighbor's house with three vicious dogs. Along the way, it seems that only the sound of his own heart can be heard, and there always seem to be some sneaky eyes in the corners and corners that are drowned in darkness, quietly staring at himself and chuckling.

When I finally pushed the door open, the torment in my heart reached its strongest, and I was a little afraid to see my mother's appearance.

This place is full of evil spirits......

Xiao Huan thought back to Yang Jia's words, thinking about Jiang Cheng's appearance of becoming a twisted monster, for a long time, for a long time, before he relented, pushed the door and opened the door.

What catches your eye is an unexpectedly warm light.

"Coming back?"

Mom was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and when she saw him come in, she lowered her volume a little and said, "I told you a long time ago that I should go out more." ”

Thinking that when she went out not long ago, she still looked like she was going to chop a kitchen knife on herself, Xiao Huan had palpitations, but she just vaguely agreed, and was about to walk back to the bedroom.

"Stinky boy, don't even say a word to me."

The mother on the sofa tapped 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." ”

"I play games every day until late, and I don't take care of my body, who do I expect to go when I'm old?"

“……”

“……”

Xiao Yao's hand that pushed the door into the bedroom paused for a moment, and replied dullly: "Got it." ”

When he entered the door, he seemed to be able to feel the concerned gaze, and he thought of the shudder not long ago, and he had a feeling that it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

After my parents divorced four years ago, I have been living with my mother, and then the sudden panic attack tormented me, so that I didn't even take the college entrance examination.

For almost four years, I just stayed in my room, and I didn't even work a part-time job.

Mom is also older, but she has always taken care of herself, although she occasionally dislikes it, but more often she is distressed and accompanied.

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

All of this is a performance?

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

This night, Xiao Huan didn't dare to take off his clothes, and lay on the bed with his clothes until dawn.

After sitting on the bed for a while, he got up, after such a stressful thing yesterday, he didn't even take off his shoes and fell asleep on the bed, ready to guard against something.

It's just that nothing happened that night, and normal makes people feel abnormal.

And when he tiptoed into the living room, he saw that the house was empty, and "Mom" seemed to have left, and in the living room, which had been decorated with old decoration, there was breakfast on the dining table that should have been reserved for himself.

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

Xiao Huan couldn't help but think that her mother is a very thrifty person, and in her eyes, the only and irreplaceable delicacy in the world is dumplings.

But she's been too tired from work lately, and she hasn't made dumplings for a long time.

She didn't eat supper last night, she should be very distressed, but she was afraid that she would be too lazy to heat it up, so she simply fried it for herself and left it, so she went to work......

However, this person who left dumplings for himself is really the same person who was eager to chop himself into the dumpling stuffing yesterday?

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

Walk through the small courtyard full of greenery, and come to the alley, which is a very dilapidated neighborhood, but compared with the surrounding high-rise buildings, the space here seems spacious, surrounded by some small buildings of two or three floors, or small bungalows with yards, obviously located in the core of the bustling city, but compared with the surrounding tall buildings, it seems to be a forgotten corner of the city.

is different from the panic in the misty night yesterday, this time, Xiao Huan really saw this world that had not been seen for four years, more clearly, but a little confused.

He saw that the neighbor's three big dogs, 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 itself on his head.

There are no vicious dogs that are so vicious as to eat people, these three dogs are so cute that they wagging their tails desperately when they see cats.

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

I saw the butcher shop on the street, the owner wearing a leather apron smoking a cigarette, and I was very polite when I saw everyone.

The sun is warm and everything is quiet.

Xiao Huan looked at the old people chatting in this old street and alley, as well as the little girl bouncing around, and felt as if he had come to another world, which was completely different from yesterday's gloomy and cold.

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

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

The commercial buildings that rose from the ground at some point, the light rail that runs from the waist of the city to the longitudinal line, the huge factories that hug the edge of the city, and the pale and dim sun.

There are shadows in their own memories, but they seem to be a little different.

However, what caught his eye was only a city that was so huge that there was no boundary, not the eerie ghost domain that 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 walk down the street with coffee in their hands, little girls who catch the subway run wildly with ponytails, and hot and cool girls kiss the city on tall billboards.

Everything is working as it is, different from my memory, but for granted.

Is it because of the strangeness that I have formed because I haven't gone out for four years, or because the world has been replaced, there are so many things that I feel unfamiliar?

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

He just looked at the vast and deep world and couldn't question his truth.

How can all these people, living people, be monsters?

Perhaps, everything is really just my own illusion, and everything I experienced yesterday is just my own illusion and conjecture?

Xiao Huan hurriedly lowered his head, glanced at the band-aid on his hand, and suddenly tore off the band-aid with force, revealing the deep wound.

The wound that was re-torn reminded him that it 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 four years before me, the countless whispers that seemed to be true and false, the torture that went deep into the bone marrow with headaches, and the mutual invasion of dreams and reality.

He was suddenly a little scared, what if yesterday's memories were also fake?

What if you didn't really "kill" any monster, but just punched yourself in the mirror, causing your hand to hurt?

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

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and suddenly quickened his pace and hurried home.

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

"Where did you go crazy for another day?"

“……”

Xiao Huan looked up and saw his mother standing in the yard with a cold face, and forcefully poured the untouched dumplings into the trash.

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

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

"You are going to get married in the future, you are going to have children and marry a wife, all of them are counting on me, do you want me to serve you for the rest of your life?"

"Go to your dad, you guys are good all the way, you go and let him take care of you, anyway, he has money!"

“……”

Xiao Huan stopped at the gate of the courtyard and looked at his mother fixedly.

He saw his mother walking around the yard irritably, constantly beating the things in her hand, and when her depression reached the extreme, she suddenly turned her head to Xiao Huan with hatred.

Beneath the skin, there was a grunting movement of an eyeball.

"Whoa......

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

But for some reason, in my heart, I felt 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 like Yang Jia described, full of monsters.

It's just that......

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 wriggling monster, and suddenly had a slight hesitation......

What should I do?