Strange Game Designer
/ Strange Game Designer Chapter 279
Chapter 279 A call from the heart
Gao Ming learned from the information on the medicine bottle that Xuanwen went to the gastroenterology department, but he didn't know what happened to Xuanwen here.
Normally, Xuan Wen would never ignore Gao Ming. She might be hiding it intentionally, or she might have been influenced by something in her "home".
To be on the safe side, Gao Ming did not show any abnormality. He completed all the changes in his expression and demeanor almost within the time of turning around.
"Auntie, I developed the photo, but the color is still a bit strange." Xuan Wen walked past Gao Ming. Whether intentionally or not, the tip of her hair touched the tip of Gao Ming's nose. The scent of roses dispersed the smell of rice, and Gao Ming saw a small, crooked wound on the back of Xuan Wen's neck.
In this warm, ordinary and well-meaning home, Gao Ming saw the wound for the first time.
Needless to say, Gao Ming already understood something.
"Impossible! How could I remember the photo of myself and my child wrongly? My child is in color!" The middle-aged woman was very sure. "Then why are you black and white?" Xuan Wen's foreshadowing seemed to be just to ask this question smoothly.
"Are you sure? But Uncle Zhang from the photo studio said..." Xuan Wen was very confused and hesitated to speak.
"That's not right, it's still wrong." The middle-aged woman touched Situ An in the photo: "Situ An in the photo used to be in color, and my child is in color. How come he is like me now?"
“He works as a temporary nurse in Lishan Hospital.”
A kind middle-aged woman with a smile on her face. She has a kind face and kind eyes, but when photographed, she looks like a dead person. She always feels that there is no life in her eyes.
"No, I promised Situ An to wait for him at home. No matter what happens to him outside, there will be a light on at home and a mouthful of hot food left for him." The middle-aged woman refused and pressed I dialed the numbers on the phone one by one and listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone.
“What did Lao Zhang say?”
“Is the lighting too dark?” The middle-aged woman took the bag from Xuan Wen's hand and took out several enlarged black and white photos.
One is a psychological criminal serial murderer, and the other is the youngest psychological counselor in a felon prison. They cooperate with each other and it is difficult for others to see the problem.
Xuan Wen, who entered Situ An's house earlier than herself, not only was not driven crazy, she seemed to be ready to "cure" Situ An's family bit by bit.
"Do you remember where Situ An works? I'll go to where he works and have a look." Xuan Wen picked up the fallen photo and was very enthusiastic.
There are nurse uniforms, bachelor's uniforms, energetic sportswear, and serious suits. There is even a photo taken next to the dining table in which Situ An is wearing the clothes of the acting director of the Eastern District Investigation Bureau.
"But you are clearly at home, but he is in the hospital every day and doesn't come back. How can he accompany you? Or are you actually not at home now, but in Lishan Hospital?" As soon as Xuan Wen finished saying this, there was a sudden sound from beside the dining table. A "pop" sound!
The fat man holding a soda drink was secretly eating ribs and accidentally broke the dinner plate with fruit.
The body began to retreat. Gao Ming took advantage of the middle-aged woman's attention to the phone and Xuan Wen and slowly moved to the door.
"Do you think black and white is not good, so you don't want your child to be this color? But have you forgotten? He has been the same color as you from the beginning. Is there something wrong with this photo?" Xuan Wen's speaking speed gradually increased, as if she didn't want to give the middle-aged woman too much time to think.
After staring at the photo for a long time, the middle-aged woman suddenly pushed the photo away: "My son will be back soon. He is different from me."
"If you think about it again, did you remember something wrong?" Xuan Wen pointed at the black and white scene in the photo, seemingly casually crossing the mirror in the photo and the shadow on the ground. She was exerting some kind of influence on the middle-aged woman. Psychological suggestion, I hope the other person will look at themselves in the mirror more and try to think about the issues that they can't think about.
Gao Ming, who was standing next to the toy box, said nothing. He probably guessed what Xuan Wen was doing.
The black and white photo in the woman's hand is incompatible with this home, as if it is not something that should exist in this world.
"My child is not black and white anyway. He will be coming back from get off work soon for dinner, and I have prepared everything for him." The woman changed the subject, with a few strands of white hair hanging out of her headband.
"How about I go to the hospital with you to find him? You should be worried if you don't call back for such a long time." Xuan Wen held the middle-aged woman's arm. She seemed to be thinking about the woman in every word she said.
“My child is very good, he just wants to be with me.”
The woman was a little anxious, so she walked to the phone again, picked up the phone and dialed the same number repeatedly.
The shooting background is full of life, but all the photos are black and white.
Situ An seems to "go home" often, filming here with his mother and leaving behind fragments of memories.
This toy dog that occasionally barks is probably a big dog. Judging from this, all the toys piled in the box in the corner are probably ghosts collected by Situ An!
Ghosts are toys, but what about the people here?
The old man sleeping on the recliner, the children playing hide-and-seek, the uncles and aunts playing cards on the patio, everyone in the "home" may not be that simple.
Looking up again, Gao Ming kept a distance from Xuan Wen.
"Your child is excellent in all aspects, but he is not good at taking care of people. Why did he become a caregiver? I don't mean to look down on caregivers, I just think caregivers are very hard. Frankly speaking, based on his appearance, even if he has never gone to school, he will be a caregiver. There are many ways to make money." Xuan Wen didn't say anything casually.
Situ An standing next to her is handsome and tall. Unlike the middle-aged woman who always keeps the same set of clothes, he wears different styles of coats in different photos.
"I…"
The ripe apple rolled down to Gao Ming's feet. He found that there were red blood streaks under the broken skin of the apple.
"Everything I see now is an illusion." Gao Ming held on to the big plastic dog tightly: "These scenes should be what Situ An's mother longs to see. I want to see the true appearance of the home. The key is to shake Situ An. 's mother.
“He said that this photo was originally black and white. Did you remember it wrong?” Xuan Wen's voice is very pleasant, and her tone of voice also makes people feel friendly, and it is very easy to gain the favor and trust of others.
The photos were taken in the apartment building, and most of them were of middle-aged women and Situ An.
He glanced down at the plastic toy dog in his hand again. He entered the intestinal tract with the big dog. The big dog followed him, but when he turned back, there was only a plastic toy dog left on the ground.
The woman put the phone to her ear. She had forgotten that this was the first time she called her child's mobile phone number: "I know my child well, he will definitely come back..."
There was a vaguely familiar ringtone, and the middle-aged woman's expression immediately changed. However, after listening to the phone for a while, she found that the ringtone was not coming from the phone, but from the corridor outside the house.
(End of this chapter)
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