Strange Game Designer
/ Strange Game Designer Chapter 48
Chapter 48 Everyone is trying to survive in their own way
Spitting out a piece of bone, the building manager put on his mask again and swayed away.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and Wan Qiu let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose, and a strong stench entered his nose.
“This house smells so bad, as if someone has been dead for many days.”
Looking down at the trash can and shoe cabinet, they were very clean and there was nothing dirty, just some waste paper thrown in.
Wan Qiu unfolded the paper, which seemed to be torn from the diary.
“Today is the thirtieth day since I moved to 505. The door opposite me is a beautiful and gentle single mother. She often goes out to buy groceries at night. I can always meet her in the corridor after my night shift.”
Wan Qiu's heart was beating very fast. He closed his eyes tightly, but after waiting for a while, he didn't feel any pain.
“The building manager represents the flesh and blood fairy, you **** girl, you are just talking nonsense.” The elder sister began to reprimand the younger sister.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit scary. The sister holding the strawberry bear said nothing and lowered her head. The short sister was very lively and looked at Wanqiu from time to time.
"Mom, someone is coming in." The girl's voice was hoarse and dull. She seemed to be afraid of the people outside the house, so after seeing Wan Qiu, she immediately called her mother.
After learning that Wan Qiu's friend was missing in the building, her enthusiastic little daughter immediately said: "Let's go find Ba Po, she knows everything!"
The stench surged through the room, and Wan Qiu could clearly see a bloodshot eyeball through the gap in the black hair.
The two girls became excited when they smelled the aroma of meat. Just as the eldest daughter was about to go over, Wan Qiu seemed to have made a sudden decision.
“I didn't pay attention at first, but when it was getting dark, the landlord told me something.”
When Wan Qiu held the plate of meat with both hands, his courage was completely exhausted. There were blood and tears on his face, and his legs became weak. He slowly sat on the ground.
“Actually, I came in from outside.” Without telling any lies, Wan Qiu told Mother Wei and her two daughters all her experiences.
Countless tragic past events flashed through his mind, and Wan Qiu was frightened to death, but the only person willing to help him also disappeared.
"Mother?"
"Stink?" Wan Qiu's mind raced: "The owner of the diary lives in 505, but this seems to be 506, which is the room opposite him?"
"Is blood mixed with mud?" Wan Qiu slowly squatted down and looked forward along the footprints until a pair of pale legs appeared in his field of vision.
Wan Qiu saw various ways of death. The eldest daughter would serve the second dish, and then it would be his turn. If he passed by, he would be dragged into the kitchen by his "mother" and killed, making the third dish. ; If he doesn't go away, he will be killed by his sisters; if he runs away, "mother" will come out of the kitchen to chase him; if he doesn't run, he will be left here forever.
Her clothes were washed cleanly, her hair was braided into two cute little braids, and she had a strawberry bear stuffed doll in her arms.
Slowly opening his eyes, Wan Qiu saw Mother Wei's five fingers gently touching his head.
Although Wan Qiu was mentally prepared in advance, he still sat down on the ground in shock. Moving his eyes upward, he saw a girl standing between the living room and the kitchen.
The second dish will be ready soon. Wan Qiu is very stressed now, and ghosts keep flashing in his eyes.
Wan Qiu's eyelids twitched wildly after seeing the five rotten fingers sticking out from the kitchen.
Maybe it's because he has suffered too much evil, so when he encounters a little bit of good, Wan Qiu will try his best to grasp it.
There was no light on in the kitchen, and the curtain was down, so you couldn't see what was inside.
The faint light shone on Wan Qiu, and he saw footprints stained with "red mud" remaining on the cement floor of the living room.
He put the bowl on the table with difficulty. The stench on this child was more pungent than that on the child in the living room.
Boom!
The kitchen knife struck **** the chopping board. The mother the two sisters said was really in the kitchen.
"You can't compete with us for your mother, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell us." The little girl said in a mature adult tone.
Wan Qiu used the fastest speed to sit at the table and was very obedient.
The aroma of meat became rich, a plate of bright red meat was quickly prepared, and the plate was held out with rotten fingers.
The "mom" who was busy in the kitchen did not come out. The curtain fell and the five fingers disappeared into the darkness.
From the third course onwards, everything will tear off its gentle coat and become a death trap at every turn.
“I'm going to serve the food.” Nannan was very positive, ran to the door of the kitchen, and brought the dish to the dining table.
“Sister, let's eat.” The little girl was very sensible. She wiped away her tears and ran to her sister first, then looked at Wan Qiu: “Would you like to join us? The food my mother cooks is delicious!”
Mama Wei came out with the third dish and looked at the mother and daughter who were starting to eat. Wan Qiu didn't pick up the chopsticks. He felt as if he had deceived Mama Wei.
He put the oil in the pot and "Mom" seemed to start cooking the second dish. It didn't take long for the aroma of meat to spread. It was a meat dish.
After Wan Qiu finished speaking, the sound of cooking in the kitchen stopped. The eldest daughter, Xianxian, slowly raised her lowered head with a strange look on her face. The younger daughter jumped off the chair and came to Wan Qiu's side.
The elder sister glared at the younger sister, and the younger sister retorted unconvincingly: "How about we just arrest the building manager! There are so many people in our building, why are we afraid of him?"
"My name is Nannan, and she is my sister named Xianxian. We have lived here a long time ago, but now there are always bad people trying to drive us away, saying that this house does not belong to us." Nannan was a little angry. She grabbed her chopsticks and thought Want to talk to Wan Qiu: "Aren't you here to drive us away too?"
The strange story became true. The mother of the two girls was dead, but in order not to be kicked out of the apartment building, her soul was still attached to the rotting corpse. She cooked, washed clothes, and braided the hair of the two girls every day. The younger daughter Nannan still does not understand death and still regards her mother as her mother; the eldest daughter Xianxian understands everything in her heart, but she is not willing to leave because her mother is her mother.
The spicy, sour and crisp cabbage is placed on a pure white plate, which is being held by five highly rotten fingers.
There was a low growl in the oppressive darkness, and the other arm of the cunning mother slowly raised the huge kitchen knife. Her eyes had completely turned into blood.
"You can't bully me...Mom, where is my mother..."
A drop of blood and tears flowed from his eyes. Wan Qiu hugged his head and did not dare to look at the kitchen.
The sound of cooking rang out in the kitchen, and the pungent stench gradually gained a scent of vegetables.
There was no warning, the legs seemed to be in the living room.
He walked ahead of his eldest daughter, his calves trembling, and came to the kitchen.
The little daughter with cute pigtails stretched out her hand. Seeing that Wan Qiu didn't respond, she whispered something towards the kitchen.
His mind is now blank and his body is not in control. He is scared, very scared. He feels like he is going to die.
“She is really beautiful, with smooth black hair. What's a little strange is that she always wears the same set of clothes, and she also has a faint strange smell.”
The kitchen curtain swayed slightly, five rotten fingers lifted it open, and a face completely covered by black hair stuck out.
The girl was wearing black clothes. It seemed that she had not seen the sun for a long time, and her skin was frighteningly white.
Soon the kitchen curtain was opened and a plate of fried cabbage was brought out.
"I saw the real face of the building manager before." Wan Qiu said weakly: "The building manager you are all afraid of seems to be a mouse, but it has eaten something secretly, so it has particularly scary things on its body. breath."
Shaked his head, Wan Qiu's eyes wandered between Nannan and Xianxian, he opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
In Wanqiu's unfortunate life, this was the first time he experienced the feeling of home. He even had the illusion that he treated his mother as a family member.
A moment later, another girl who looked four or five years old came out of the kitchen. She was holding three bowls and cried while saying: "Mom stopped talking and ignored me again."
Sitting back at the dinner table, Wan Qiu still had an unreal feeling. He could see death with his eyes, but things other than death rarely related to him.
“Be careful the building manager will arrest you.”
Wan Qiu, who was frightened and crying, felt someone walking towards him, and he curled up together.
“He said that the house opposite me, which had been vacant for half a year, was finally rented out, and someone would be able to keep me company in the future.”
“I don't understand why there is a single mother living in an empty house. I can obviously hear the children's laughter every night, and the stench emanating from that room is getting stronger and stronger.”
Everything in the room was soaked with stench, and the girl was no exception. However, apart from the pungent odor, the girl seemed not to be much different from other normal children.
Wan Qiu does not believe in ghosts and gods in his heart, because every time he is bullied, he keeps praying, but no one helps him.
In his opinion, the world is so miserable. Even if there is a God, it is not his God.
(End of this chapter)
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