"Based on your imagination, you think that the residents of the Triangle Building have these relationships with me?"

The ghost mother clenched her palms and sneered: "Sure enough, no matter how much strength there is, new players are new players, either they are cowardly as mice, or they can't do their best." ”

Quan Heng just smiled, and his right hand lightly rested on the stone table.

The surrounding mountain springs and pavilions and ancient temples are controlled in this action, distorting the illusion into bizarre brilliant colors, and the cool mountain breeze carries the aroma of the meal and the slight sweetness of the cake.

The palm of the hand fell on the wood-grained tabletop, and the dream scene seemed to return to the original small room, and the candles on the birthday cake had not been extinguished, illuminating Kwon Heng and the ghost mother on both sides of the wooden table in the dark.

The ghost mother only has buttonholes and lips and angry horrible folds on her face.

Quan Heng didn't open her mouth to argue, but she changed her dreams easily and casually, and silently told the ghost mother that there was someone else who "couldn't do it".

"The rest of the process may be painful," Kwon gently reminded, "and I will try to be as measured as possible." ”

“…… What? ”

Quan Heng didn't answer, he casually turned the daffodils, and the lights lit up on all sides.

In the kitchen, there are pieces of meat of unknown origin boiling, there are more plates of hair-filled mooncakes on the tabletop, and the limbs stuffed in the TV cabinet are about to burst out of the cabinet, and the furnishings in the room are particularly familiar-

This is the room in the prediction plot.

"I originally thought it was a room on the sixth floor, but then I found out that it wasn't, and then I thought it was a dream space made out of thin air, but I turned around and discovered its existence."

The furnishings of the house have changed, rapidly becoming old and sloppy, with discarded wine bottles everywhere, the smell of aromas in the kitchen, the stench of oil smoke and alcohol everywhere in the walls, furniture, and the iron cage of a trembling and whimpering puppet in the corner.

"Give me wine! What about Lao Tzu's wine? Ghost mother, that stinky woman! You all owe a beating, don't you! ”

The werewolf's scolding echoed throughout the room, and the ghost mother felt a chill down her spine, and when she turned her head, she saw the werewolf's scarlet eyes, as if she could never cross the huge body, and the smell of alcohol overwhelmingly drowned out the fragrance of daffodils on her body.

"Although the room is filthy and filthy because of the laziness and slackness of the irresponsible men, and the furniture is ruined and deformed, some similarities can be discerned.

"For example, the daffodil wallpaper, and for example, the blood-stained daffodil pattern in the corner of the living room."

With Kwon Heng's words, the daffodil decoration on the wallpaper shook vividly, and the wallpaper grew out of the fake as real, and the branches and leaves quickly stretched and bloomed.

And the brown filthy narcissus in the corner of the wall cowered and withered to death.

"! You stinky! Disobedient stinky! I'll beat you to death!! ”

"Mommy, Mommy, don't hit my mom...... Mom!! ”

The man's roar and the girl's cry of panic filled the room with shadows, and the breath of fear and uneasiness was like a suffocating tide drowning it.

The ghost mother gasped for breath and stared at the alcoholic man forming by the wall, the helpless girl crying, and the woman who was beaten to death.

"I'll kill you! Stinky bitch!! I can do whatever I tell you to do, and you still dare to resist?! ”

"What do you think it is? Your mother asked you to marry me for money, and you dare to disobey me when Lao Tzu gave you money? ”

New intimidation poured in, and images in the corner began to ghost.

"Don't think that you can just read some books and order something, lose money, I'm sorry!"

The beaten woman, the drunkard who was abused, and the girl who cried were the same, as if they had just changed their faces and changed their roles, but the family was like a poisonous water source, so that the continuous daffodils broke their roots and dripped blood.

It grows, it grows, it grows,

The beaten woman passed out, her head hit the corner wallpaper, and blood splattered from the pure white daffodils.

The father who was violent when he was a child, and the husband who was violent after marriage...... What a suffocating continuation.

"I'm sorry." Quan Heng sighed lightly, once again weakened his control over the dream, and let the ghost mother's fear affect the dream.

The daffodils on the wallpaper became more and more brilliant, growing and enlarging, the scarlet above the pure white became more and more dazzling, and the trembling amplitude of the ghost mother became more and more obvious.

"Mom only has you, my child, mom has nothing, only you belong to mom."

"You must be promising, you must have the ability, you must listen to your mother! Mom is for your good!! ”

"Who let you hang out! Don't you know that there is a competition coming soon? Why don't you think about it for your mom? Don't you see the way those neighbors look at their mother?! You have to fight! Mom, only you can fight for it!! ”

"It's time for you to get married...... Don't knot? So what do you make your neighbors think of me? You were born of me, and you must listen to me! Just choose him, the family has a factory and money, what if he is older? Mommy is all for your good! ”

……

"Domestic violence? It's serious, everyone comes over like this, and the husband and wife are all fighting...... Mom also came over like this, if you get divorced, where will Mom's face go? What do people think of me? ”

"Your daughter, just take care of your child...... Mom sees that you have no talent, put your hope in your daughter, your husband doesn't belong to you, your daughter belongs to you! ”

The woman's voice grows from young to old, with a heavy twisted and controlling desire, as if the shackles of substance bind the body, life, mind, and even soul!

"Ahhh——!!h I don't care about you! Fuck off!! ”

The ghost mother broke down and stood up, her heels and the floor slamming into chaos, she clung to her hair as if to block her invisible ears, but different, the voices of men and women surrounded constantly, like a nightmare.

"You married my brother, it's not for money, since you have money, then work honestly! Aren't you my brother's nanny back home? Have a baby at most! ”

"I've long heard people say that whose girls are excellent from childhood to adulthood, and say that they are perfect! Especially give her mother a long face, this is not still a waste later, hurry up and hug your baby daughter and train her better! ”

"It's still a little close, and it's not perfect, I heard that there is a divorce, oops."

"If you're sick, you're not going to compete? I'm telling you, even if you die today, you will die in the exam room for me, so it's useless to take the test! What a shame on me! Don't say I gave birth to it! ”

"Fuck off! Get out of here!! ”

The woman collapsed and sat on the ground, screaming in a mixed crying voice:

"I've done my best! I'm not your designer bag, I'm not your perfect business card! ”

"It hurts...... Don't hit me! Please......"

"I'm nothing, I'm — yes! I still have a daughter, I still have children......"

The woman muttered, got up like crazy, and became more and more excited the more she spoke.

"She is mine, the blood is mine, the flesh is mine, I gave birth to her and raised her! Everything about her is mine! ”

"She has talent, her talent is my future, she is my perfect future!!"

Her face, which had only a mouth and buttonholes, began to distort vividly, her body elongated, and her appearance continued to become familiar—

"If one is not enough, I will train countless children! They're all mine, I'm their mom, I'm their master! I'm for their good! That's what my mother taught me! That's right!! That's right!! ”

She laughed, and her buttonholes turned red, as if they were soaked with blood and tears.

She is a crippled and perfect daughter, an alienated and twisted mother, a humiliated and humble wife, a sacrificer of worldly gossip, a desperate victim, and a mad and pathetic perpetrator.

She's —

Ghost mother.

Daffodils Clues: Chapter 1, Chapter 23, Chapter 26

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