Home (IV)
Xu Wei served the rice mechanically and handed the bowl and chopsticks to the tentacle.
"Wife, you are so nice," Zhou Ze couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and eat. "You don't know how much people in the company envy me. My wife is beautiful and cute. She also gave birth to a son for me. She is virtuous and hardworking."
Xu Wei's mouth reacted faster than his brain: "My daughter is not okay?"
He quickly tried to make amends: "My daughter is also adorable and caring. I'll keep my son by my side in the future."
"Why, does our family have a throne to inherit?"
Zhou Ze was stunned, and didn't know how to respond for a long time: "Wife..."
Xu Wei woke up as if from a dream and poked the rice in the bowl with chopsticks: "Nothing."
Her subconscious mind told her not to anger the person in front of her, but somehow she couldn't help but say a few words.
I felt secretly unhappy.
She couldn't beat him and was forced to agree.
This realization made her extremely irritated, and she used her chopsticks to poke the rice in the bowl into pieces.
“Wooooooaaaa——”
There was crying coming from the baby's room, and Xu Wei hurried over to pick up the baby and coax him to sleep.
After the child fell asleep, half an hour later, she returned to the table and the rice in the bowl was cold.
Zhou Ze didn't know how many bowls he was eating, he stuffed his rice with big mouthfuls, mumbling: "Is the cake in the refrigerator a gift for me? How do you know I like that style?"
Xu Wei was tired: "You want to eat now?"
"I won't eat it. I want to keep it. This is the first gift my wife gave me."
"Are you afraid that I might poison you?"
"......"
It was late at night when he finished his meal. Xu Wei cleaned up the table and looked at the upside-down clock. It took him a long time to figure out what time it was.
There are quite a lot of mixed elements in the copy.
This sentence popped into her mind.
Then, she shook her head spontaneously to get rid of the distracting thoughts.
I have a job interview tomorrow, and I also have to write a resignation letter from my previous company.
Xu Wei felt sad when she thought about becoming unemployed because of having a child.
This is not the life she wants.
But what can she do? Getting married and having children are stages in life that everyone has to go through, and she has no right not to choose.
She is already luckier than some women. At least her husband is responsible and is willing to share the hard work of raising a child after she has gone through the pain of childbirth - even if it's just holding the baby for a short while after get off work.
We should thank him.
Xu Wei frowned.
Why should I thank you? Isn't this what I should do?
He didn't do much good.
She suddenly felt annoyed and threw the towel into the sink.
Is this marriage necessary?
She clearly lived alone in this house at the beginning. Although she was bullied at work every day, at least she had her own life after get off work.
Now she not only has to arrange food and lodging for another person, but also has to take care of a weaker life - she can't even take care of herself.
"The clothes in the washing machine are done, remember to dry them in the sun," Zhou Ze came back after brushing his teeth with the clothes in his arms, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first, I have to get up early for work tomorrow. I want to eat the noodles you cooked in the morning."
The washing machine happened to beep at this moment.
Xu Wei was still holding the unwashed bowl in her hand and was about to dry her hands and collect the clothes.
"Woo wa wa--" The child in the baby room woke up again.
"The baby is awake. Oh, by the way, my mother will come over in a while. If she starts to make comments, ignore her. She is old, so you should... be more tolerant."
Xu Wei's blood pressure continued to rise, and veins bulged on the back of his hands from straining.
“Woooaaaaaa…”
“Beep, beep, beep—”
"After all, she is my mother. She must be doing this for our own good. Filial piety comes first among all virtues! You too..."
Her husband's last words became the final trigger for her to lose control of her emotions. It seemed as if there was an invisible hand in the air, tightly gripping her neck, and the grip became tighter and tighter as the noise around her grew louder.
Xu Wei felt a suffocating feeling in his throat, a heavy heart, and his temples throbbing. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and swept all the dishes and chopsticks on the table to the ground.
The crackling sound of broken porcelain pieces mixed with the chaos in the house made the already bad family environment even worse.
Xu Wei let out a long breath, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared as the porcelain pieces exploded. The wire that was frantically warning him in his mind relaxed.
Need to vent.
Zhou Ze was startled by the noise she made: "Are you tired?"
"Don't rush to find a job if you're tired. I'll support you," he comforted from behind. "Although I'm also very tired recently, I'm willing to work hard for you and the baby. My boss said he'll give me a promotion and a raise in two years, and then we can buy a house. Good days are coming soon! Honey, am I the best person in the world to you?"
Xu Wei tried his best to suppress the urge to clean up the floor and stared at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground in a daze.
"Being a full-time wife is also good. You suffered a lot when giving birth to the baby, so it's easier for you to take care of the child at home. It doesn't matter if I'm a little tired and suffer a little outside."
With a sneer, Xu Wei was not only unmoved, but also wanted to punch him twice in the face.
The other party seemed to be doing this for her own good, but in fact he was belittling her contribution to the family as a mother and elevating himself.
She would rather work than take care of the child. It was hard enough to take care of the child's crying at night and changing his poop and urination. She had to serve the child at any time when he was in pain or hungry. Finally, she had to take care of the housework and the family's food, clothing, housing and transportation. She had almost no contact with the outside world and could only rely on her husband wholeheartedly.
If this continues, I will become more and more afraid to confront him.
Xu Wei looked at her husband in confusion.
She just got married so hastily without even picking one out.
“Are we in free love?”
Zhou Ze was surprised: "Wife, although the doctor said that you are indeed a little... not in a good mood, you can't forget our feelings. Of course, we are true love, and if you love someone, you should share the joys and sorrows."
He yawned. "I won't say any more. I really need to go to sleep. Remember to hang the clothes quietly. If the baby starts making noises, close the door, or you won't be able to sleep."
The door slammed shut with a bang, leaving the living room in a mess.
The house fell silent again. The upside-down clock on the wall was ticking away. Water stains from the stove were all over the floor. The bloody footprints that spread from the bathroom to the living room had not been wiped clean yet. The baby's crying was getting louder and louder.
Xu Weili stood among the broken porcelain pieces with his head down for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud.
“I give in.”
Dark clouds really don’t understand humans.
It was determined to put mental pressure on her by simulating the real environment and horror elements, and it did a good job - "its own" tragically dead corpse, the constant sudden fright, and even the boss's suppression power were all very good. If this copy was put into the system, it would be at least a B-level difficulty.
But why bother to simulate reality to put pressure on her?
Xu Wei could even guess its next steps.
Stress can be roughly divided into family, work and life.
As the "confused Xu Wei", she has just experienced it. It's nothing more than trivial housework, hard to find a job, being a despised breastfeeding woman, and a tiring and chaotic life. Oh, and a husband who is extremely good at mental control.
Such a life is indeed despairing. If she is really trapped in it, she may still hesitate whether to escape from such a life, wondering whether a new beginning after leaving will be more difficult than now - this is something that every ordinary person will hesitate about.
But this kind of environment setting didn’t make sense from the beginning.
Whether it was the Xu Wei of the past or the Xu Wei who had experienced the trial game, they would never choose to compromise when faced with such a situation.
She will not be a full-time housewife, will not write a resignation letter for the company, and will not silently tolerate her husband gradually eroding her spirit. What's more, when faced with such an unqualified marriage partner, she may decisively choose to refuse.
Even in the worst case scenario - she is already stuck in the quagmire and hesitant, she will have the courage to break away with the pain after careful consideration.
Not only her, most women would do the same.
What era is this? Why are we still obsessed with defining a woman’s life?
Xu Wei kicked the broken porcelain pieces under his feet and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Wu Yun's move was drastic this time. When Zhou Ze's nerves were shocked by the corpse, her mental pollution took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, and her consciousness was indeed controlled.
As a result, he was awakened by the plot of women's family suffering.
She fully understood what Mao Ting said - emotions and will are precious spiritual wealth of mankind.
If Wuyun had a brain, she would definitely not understand why she woke up so quickly. When Zhou Ze first came, he was so nervous that he chased her as soon as he saw her running away. Now he went to sleep without any worries, and there has been no movement since then.
They will never understand the importance of freedom and respect to human beings.
Xu Wei suddenly had great confidence in defeating them.
This kind of confidence is not the helpless encouragement when facing the dark clouds in the universe for the first time, nor is it the slim hope of a desperate struggle as a human being. Instead, it is the inexhaustible motivation that she has as one of the hundreds of millions of players struggling in the Judgment Game.
The clouds are huge and cruel, but humans may be short but have immense power.
They will never lose.
She suddenly felt refreshed, as if a cool breeze in her mind straightened out her disordered thoughts.
The feeling was so exhilarating that she could even see through the scene in the room in front of her and see the real situation behind it.
The bloody smell lingering in the nose was already present in the room, because the real living room was covered with large amounts of blood, and old dark dirt accumulated in the corners.
On the wall of the living room, there is a painting of a rabbit with a bow pierced by sunflowers. It is a naked body nailed to the wall with iron nails, with a big bow hanging around its neck. Due to the weight of the body, one of the nails fell off, and the whole body fell to one side.
The vase next to the TV cabinet was knocked over by another corpse with its throat cut. Her legs were upside down on the drawer, her eyes wide open.
Above her head, a dense pile of corpses hung upside down from the not-so-high ceiling. Her long hair hung in the air, with some of it drooping down and brushing against her cheek.
In addition, on the sofa, on the dining table, and even in the running washing machine, wherever you look, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The strong smell of blood and rust makes people dizzy.
It's all her.
Countless "Xu Wei" died in tragic ways, and the impact of the scene was so great that her legs went weak and she almost stepped on the corpse at her feet.
This should be the first copy element it mixed in, which was like a timeline loop. While scaring her, it made her mistakenly believe that she was just a copy of her consciousness and could never escape the loop.
Xu Wei named it the horror cruise ship element.
She then looked at the upside-down clock and the reversed words on the calendar, turned on the bathroom light, and the broken mirror still reflected a blank picture on her.
A person without an image.
Xu Wei raised his eyebrows and continued searching in the living room.
Finally, she found a page of diagnosis sheet that was tucked extremely hidden in the book called "The Push" spread out on the coffee table.
Postpartum depression.
She glanced at the general contents of the book and walked lightly towards the baby's room.
The child kept crying, but strangely maintained the same tone and interval, as if the audio recorded in advance by a tape recorder was playing in a loop.
After turning on the switch, Xu Wei finally saw the real scene of the baby room.
Compared to the living room, there was much less blood here, and the total amount was just about equal to that of a young baby.
The baby, who was so soft and cute just now, now had a large dent on the back of his head, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth. He raised his twisted hands and legs to her, asking for a hug.
Under the soft mat, the charred floor was concealed, just hiding the signs of fire.
Xu Wei vaguely pieced together a human figure leaning against the wall through the arrangement of the bunny stickers on the wall.
She named this element "On the Mental Impact of Family Unhappiness on Mothers and the Negative Feedback".
There should be another line.
She thought of the long-haired female ghost in the bedroom, who looked different from her.
When Zhou Ze came back for the first time, he passed by the closed bedroom and paid special attention to the movements behind the door.
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the note she found on the desk and hurriedly took it out from her pocket.
The note was soaked by water and only the words on it could be vaguely recognized.
She still remembers the content at that time - Day 1 Mission: Try to experience your reality for a day.
Now, the writing above has completely changed.
Please leave this room as soon as possible and go to C901 of Herun Building.
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