Knock knock!

A knock on the door echoed in the living room.

Quan Heng sat in a wheelchair, lowered his eyes to see the blood in his palm being carried away by the flow of water, and the eighteen sons on his wrists were also washed away.

The cauldron bubbles up, and the pink and sweet pieces of meat come out, and the aroma covers the fishy stench in the night.

His eyes were smiling in the mirror, and the puppet in his arms was hugging.

"Skinned her flesh, buttoned into her eyes...... Whew-"

The laughing dolls on the TV twist into snowflakes, and the knocks on doors become more and more urgent.

Kwon dried his fingers, took a deep breath, and drove the wheelchair door open.

"Why did it take so long to open the door to Mom? Is it the leg that hurts again? ”

Mother stood in the doorway.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's also your birthday, haven't your brothers and sisters come back yet? They all said they wanted to bring some appetizers, why is it just you......"

The mother moved her nose suddenly, and the shadow swayed in the moonlight that seeped into the corridor:

"Strange, I smell blood on you."

"The weather was dry and cold, and I had nosebleeds."

"Really? I see. Then why don't you turn on the lights? ”

The mother bent over and approached in the darkness.

Kwon Heng's fingertips flicked the beads, feeling the sticky gaze greedily licking his collarbones, heart, and disabled legs.

The grunt of swallowing saliva sounded in the darkness.

"Whew...... Listen to me, listen to me!

"Scream with the dream game and become a puppet!"

The TV signal is restored, and the puppet laughs and tears itself apart.

"Accept my love, return to the bosom of eternity!"

Syllable!

The lights came on instantly.

Quan Heng forcibly opened his eyes in discomfort, and his mother's face was close at hand, filling his vision.

Her facial features were like dough poking out of a hole, the irregular noodle line of the hole was agitated with the sound, and the two black buttons were glued to the eyes.

"Ah, my good daughter," the mother crumbled hungrily, "you are like a delicious cream cake, and I should put you back in my belly." ”

Belly? I'm afraid it's stuffed in the stomach.

"Are you ready to eat?" Kwon Heng said.

In the strange smell of meat, [the daughter] is calm as if looking at the dead, and [the mother] is salivating as if she is looking at food.

"Squeak-"

A crack opened in the TV cabinet, and several knuckles fell to the ground, different sizes and skin colors, and piles of meat squeezed inside flashed.

Mother glanced at it, got up fearfully, and walked into the kitchen.

Kwon turned off the TV, his eyes casually skimming over the daffodil wallpaper, a few petals in the corner stained with dark brown stains.

The family photo happened to be placed next to the TV stand, Quan Heng's eyes paused slightly, and he couldn't help murmuring:

"This time it's my aunt, my uncle, my cousin, and my mother, but it's ...... It's too extravagant. ”

"Come and eat."

The meal is plated on the dining table, and in the middle is a sweet cream cake decorated with delicate mooncakes.

The mother cut the cake without even chewing it, and swallowed the cake the size of a human brain in one bite, and the rose jam stained her face.

Quan Heng broke open the moon cake, and his dirty and withered yellow hair fell on the table in a ball, with a purple scalp on the tail.

Kwon Heng: "......"

It's really clean and hygienic.

"You're eyeing me because I don't have any relatives...... Kwon Heng put down the moon cakes, "Does it look pitiful?" ”

"Mother" paused.

She looked up slowly, her smile twisting in the dim light.

"What are you talking about, my good boy, how can you be without a mother, without brothers and sisters? Everyone loves you so much and makes you live in fairy tales, why are you ignorant-"

The vocal position is getting higher and higher.

The body of the "mother" continued to lengthen, and her face split from the center into a bloody mouth, and she pounced on it!

As soon as Kwon Heng withdrew from his wheelchair, the monster that pounced on the table was hitting the chandelier that had been deliberately loosened.

Bang Bang –

The chandelier crashed!

The monster's spine was broken by the barricade, and the claws were only a centimeter away from Kwon Heng's eyes, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

"Fairy tales?"

Quan Heng leaned forward and pulled off the two buttons of the monster as eyes, wiped the red blood from his pale fingertips, and smiled helplessly and gently.

"Thank you for your Anbutcher fairy tale, but at this time I should be resting, not waking up and being trapped here."

The "mother" who lost the button screamed wildly, gradually melting and rotting into a pulp.

She's dead.

Ding dong!

The fluorescent green floating screen unfolded in front of him out of thin air, half a meter away from Kwon Heng.

"Congratulations on collecting 12 buttons again and successfully clearing the rookie prediction story!"

"Welcome to the new world of Forbidden Zone 3.0, is it possible to start the game?"

The air is quiet.

Quan Heng looked at the screen, his smile dissipated, his fingers clenched involuntarily, and he took a deep breath for a long time before he smiled slightly:

"It's the 18th time it's popping up...... I don't agree, you still want me to play it again?! ”

Quan Heng couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his palm on the table!

The precarious long table fell apart in an instant.

The aftermath shook open the almost popped TV cabinet, refrigerator, bathroom door, rolled out piles of weird pieces of meat, and as far as the eye could see, the whole room was filled with her "family"!

"216 buttons and 108 family members, I refuse to refresh a batch of you at a time."

Quan Heng pulled out the storage box under the wheelchair, poured out the piles of buttons, and sneered:

"You're pretty good at playing."

"Ding-dong! We respect the choices of our players, are fair and impartial, and do our best to meet the reasonable demands of our players."

Kwon Heng: "......"

You're fair then!

It seems that something is not good, and the font change of the light screen:

"As compensation, we will cure your leg ailment in-game, and if you win the S18 World Championship, you will be able to permanently solve your disability problem."

"Seriously?"

"No deception! You can be proud of your father chasing the sun, parkour off-road, and pedaling a bike to drive a Maybach!"

Kwon Heng: "......"

It doesn't have to be that exaggerated.

"Your choice is—"

Quan Heng closed his eyes and said calmly: "Enter the game." ”

"Ding-dong! Congratulations on successfully registering an account and loading the game map...... The map of this newcomer audition is——"

"Yujing Beidou I.: Perfect Triangle Tower"

……

"Map Difficulty: Dark (Normal)"

"Mode: Multiplayer (8/8)"

"Beginner Literacy Tip: The difficulty of the map increases from Normal (Dark), Hard (Vlam), Crazy (Keneq), and Forbidden Area (Ekhi) in order

"Rule Book: Players can complete character quests to clear the level, and the top three on the Fortune List (determined by the amount of in-game currency) can get special rewards."

"Attention! An in-game death is a real death, and an in-game injury is a real injury."

……

The sound of machinery fell, a thick black mist poured out of nowhere, the piled up mountains of meat disappeared, and the fishy smell came to the face.

Quan Heng stretched out to the black fog and only touched a "wall".

The wall is soft and hot, and you can feel a layer of fine fluff to the touch, undulating like breathing.

"Profit first, entertainment to death"

The reminder sounded in his ears again, and he smiled hoarsely, as if the gambler suppressed the invitation of madness and pleasure:

"—Welcome to the New World!"

The dazzling white light flashed brightly, and Quan Heng opened his eyes suddenly.

The orange light warmed the bedroom and she was lying on the bed, with a small pile of black buttons pressed under the familiar picture frame.

There are only two people left in the family portrait.

A gentle mother with a smile like a flower, and a child whose head was rudely ripped off.