dramatic death

Chapter 60. Welcome to the plot line

The morning light passes through the transparent sun wall in the living room, passes through the soft leather sofa, and decorates the bright red tablecloth on the dining table.

Yin Tong stood a few steps away from the dining table, staring up at the woman's gentle face.His hands and feet were stiff and his mind was blank, the bitterness rising from his stomach flooded his tongue, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't imagine what the family nurse who died in the living room was if the person in front of him was his mother.It is also impossible to imagine why the other party wanted to hide his identity to approach him after many years, and why someone messed up his soft abdomen and lay down on the cold floor of the living room to die.

Yin Tong looked at the woman with a gentle smile at the dining table.

Her snow-white skirt was embroidered with brilliant sunflowers, and the sunlight left mottled light and shadows on the delicate petals, just like the splashed blood in his memory.

He seemed to see dirty blood spreading around the woman's slender waist, and the sticky flesh mixed with fabric fibers rolled down the petal-like skirt, leaving a string of intermittent bloodstains.

Her abdomen turned into a puddle of rotten flesh, like a screwed faucet. The dirty, stinky blood soaked through the skirt, dripped down to the floor, and soon gathered into a puddle of blackened mucus. They swarmed towards Yintong.

He couldn't help but took half a step back.

Yin Tong was tripped by his messy steps and staggered, looking up just in time to see the woman's face.The glaring sunlight illuminated her clean face, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she let out a weird smirk.

She said, "Tongtong, good morning."

All the hallucinations receded in an instant, and Yin Tong saw a woman standing at the dining table, with bright sunflowers blooming on her white skirt.

Her slender fingers rest on the back of the chair, and her round nails have a healthy luster. She looks like a young woman in her twenties, with a girlish innocence in every move and smile.

She tilted her head and smiled, her long black hair was loosely tied to one side of her shoulder, and she said, "Tongtong, can you call Xiaoqing for your mother?"

"She lives in the first room at the top of the stairs on the second floor, I remember, right?"

……

It wasn't until he stepped on the stairs that Yintong recovered from his trance.

He looked up at the closed wooden door at the end of the stairs, where lived the "sister" who might send him back at any time—a petite, thin, pale-skinned little girl.

She is called "Xiao Qing". According to the naming method of Yin Tong's family, this girl should be called Yin Qing.

She is like an inescapable plot NPC, no matter how long Yintong avoids, he must return to her before entering the next plot point.

She should be the final boss of this "novice teaching".

Yin Tong leaned on the handrail, stood on the stairs and looked back at the restaurant.His "mother" was humming a tune and cutting open the baked bread in a porcelain plate, her smiling face was as stiff as a mask.

He felt something was wrong.

The weird feeling is like tiny black bugs hidden in the cracks of the floor, always crawling silently in the blind spot of vision.Yin Tong watched "Mom" who was not far away divide the sliced ​​bread into four plates on the table, she hummed a song with her eyelashes drooping, her pale fingers moved nimbly, as if dancing on top of the food A swan lake.

She seemed to have noticed Yin Tong's gaze, and raised her head with a simple smile.

Her eyebrows are curved, the corners of her lips are touching the muscles on her face, her delicate skin is fair and soft, she looks like a princess who knows nothing about the world.

Yin Tong suddenly withdrew his gaze, and walked up two steps against the handrail of the stairs.

What is wrong with his thinking?Obviously it can't be right anywhere.

His so-called "mother" smiled like a clay puppet, and her dark eyes were like congealed gel, without any emotion in it.She looks like a brand-new humanoid machine. On the surface, she pretends to greet Yintong, but in fact, what she said is just the "result" judged by the system, and the execution is nothing more than what has been set long ago. program of.

She wasn't "human" at all, she wasn't even close to "human" like Christie was.

Yin Tong walked up the stairs quickly, he couldn't suppress the beating heart in his chest, everything in his vision seemed to be shaking with his breath.

He thought how could that "woman" be her mother?It was impossible for her mother to be at home at this time.

That gentle and beautiful woman died many years ago, lying on a soft pillow, a magnificent rose bloomed in her temple.Half of her cheek was mixed with burning and dirty blood, and her eyelashes drooped slightly, as if she had fallen into a dream.

She committed suicide.

On a bright morning, he died on Yintong's bed.

Yin Tong gasped and stopped.

He watched his black slippers step on the brown-red wooden stairs, and the overwhelming tinnitus roared like sea waves.Something gushed out of his eye socket and splashed down the old stairs one after another.He knelt down with difficulty clutching his heart, as if someone had strangled his throat, and his breathing was trembling and short.

He didn't know what he could say, couldn't hear what he was saying.

He realized that he was opening his mouth, gaping open, roaring soundlessly.

……

He thought of that bad morning.

……

It was a rare sunny day in Central City.

Yin Tong stood outside the house, holding the light screen and called out the lines he had written in advance.He had practiced many times before coming here, from the beginning to the end of the greeting, the total was only 2 minutes, enough for him to read it before his father hung up the phone.

He hopes to take this opportunity to meet his mother.

Perhaps this kind of request is common in other families, but for Yintong, it is almost impossible to achieve.His mother was ill, and became more and more ill after his younger sister was born. He hadn't seen each other for nearly three years, and fourteen days ago, he completely lost contact with his mother.

The text messages he sent to his mother remained unread. During these fourteen long days, fear grew like weeds.

Yin Tong carefully clicked on the name on the light screen.

He tried to call his father's phone to pray to see his mother, but the constant busy tone was almost desperate.He stood at the door of his house for two hours, watching the sun light up every blade of grass in the flower garden. He thought that if the third call was still busy, he would sneak in through the back door, and even if he was scolded by his father afterwards, he would still go in first. See my mother.

He tiptoedly stepped on the gravel path in the flower garden, opened the back door and entered this familiar yet unfamiliar villa, walked up the old stairs in fear, called his mother's name in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to push her away. Those closed doors.

He didn't notice the dust on the handrail of the stairs, and he didn't realize that this house hadn't been visited for a long time. He left clear footprints on the dirty floor, searched all the way, and pushed open the wooden door of his room.

He didn't expect that his mother was dead.

Fourteen days ago, he died in his bed.

……

Yintong knelt on the stairs until a pair of crimson rabbit slippers appeared in his vision.

He didn't raise his head, and before he had time to raise his head, he clearly realized that there was something "something" standing on the steps above him, with a faint coolness, like a corpse that had just climbed out of the freezer.

It said, "Brother."

"Did you come to find me?"

……

It was an indescribable breakfast.

Yin Tong sat at the first seat on the left hand side of the dining table, spying on the other two "family members" on the dining table by the reflection of the knife and fork.Sitting directly in front of him was his "mother" who should have died a long time ago. She kept a just right smile, and her expression was so perfect that she could hug an Oscar statuette.

She sat upright on the chair, enjoying the breakfast on the plate with a "graceful" expression, holding the delicate knife and fork with her white fingers, and the cup and saucer hardly made any unnecessary noise.

Sitting on the left hand side under his mother is his "sister" with a face as white as paper.Yin Qing was holding a dusty rabbit doll, while dangling her feet, she inserted the cherry tomatoes on the plate.Her eyes are bright and her smile is innocent, she looks like an ordinary little girl.

Yin Tong looked down at the brightly colored food on the plate. He didn't want to eat it, and he couldn't eat it. His stomach was churning, as if he could throw up in the next second.

He really didn't want to know if the food in front of him would turn into something strange after he swallowed it.

The classic plots of horror games are recurring in his mind over and over again. Those seemingly normal foods will always rot after a certain period of time. This is already a vulgar plot that third-rate directors are too lazy to shoot again.Yin Tong rubbed the handle of the knife, his eyes rolled back and forth on the cherry tomatoes, and the special "family member" at the head of the dining table was also unmoved. After all, the other party was not present at all, and he was probably using Intention to enjoy breakfast with them.

Yin Tong raised his head.

There is no one on the chief at the top of the table, milk and food are all available, neatly as if paying tribute.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, vaguely remembering that there was indeed such a scene in their house a long time ago.

He couldn't remember what kind of work his father was doing, but he clearly remembered the fact that the other party almost never came home.Before his younger sister was born, he often sat at the dining table with his mother, facing his father's dinner plate, and had the right to enjoy the meal time for three.

He remembered that his mother loved his father very much, and whenever he mentioned that man, his eyes would sparkle with joy.He also remembered that his mother died, on the bed in his bedroom after his sister was born.

So she shouldn't be at this dinner table now.

In other words, this person is not my "mother" at all.

Across the table, the knife and fork slid across the plate with a loud "stab".

Yin Tong raised his head abruptly, and saw his petite "sister" accidentally cut the bread on the ground, and crystal tears soon continued in her eyes, as wronged as a normal little girl.

She pursed her mouth and looked at Yin Tong pitifully.Little Boss Yin followed her gaze to look at the almost untouched slice of bread on his dinner plate, licked his lower lip, and inserted it into the little girl's plate.

The pale girl on the other side of the dining table smiled. She said, "Thank you brother," took another bite of the bread, and asked in feigned surprise.

"Doesn't brother like my mother's breakfast?"

The "mother" who was eating also put down the knife and fork when she heard the words, and the mother and daughter looked up at Yintong together, their dark eyes were like dirty mud.

"Don't Tongtong like the breakfast I made?" "Mom" asked, "You don't seem to be moving much?"

Yin Tong licked his lower lip, and squeezed out a sound from his throat: "...No."

"Is that unappetizing?"

"...No," he struggled to find his voice, inserted the cherry tomatoes on the plate and stuffed them down his throat.

The round fruit blocked his throat, and Yin Tong saw a sweet smile from the petite girl opposite.She shook her legs as if she was extremely happy, and even clapped her hands unconsciously.

She said, "Let me just say, how could my brother not like my mother's breakfast?"

"After all, these are mom, mom, a novice who wakes up in the morning and makes them."