Chapter 666 is back
The lock core turned in the keyhole, making a slight "click" sound. Before the door was pushed open, Feng Mu could already tell what was outside the door - a human figure was standing outside the door, with his fingers on the door handle.
Because the image constructed by "hearing" is purely black and white, lacking color, the picture looks... a bit like a dead person walking out of an old black and white photo, mechanically turning the door lock outside.
It looked a little bit scary, and Feng Mu was a little uncomfortable for a while.
until--
The door hinges creaked slightly and the door was pushed inward.
Thus, the black and white portrait seemed to be instantly splashed with vivid and rich colors by hand, the light and shadow became soft and natural, the skin had rosy color, and the clothes regained their original color.
It was like a person walking out of a black and white portrait, suddenly being injected with life, and walking in front of him alive.
It was mother Wang Xiuli who came back.
Feng Mu almost subconsciously glanced at the old wall clock. The hour and minute hands pointed precisely to a moment - the time when "daylight" was getting brighter.
In an instant, the steel butt of the upper city turned on the lights, and colorful "light" fell on the lower city, shining into the house through the thin curtains.
The light cast countless tiny dust particles dancing in the air, casting a dim and hazy atmosphere on the originally dark living room.
Wang Xiuli raised her head, as if she had never expected her son to be at home at this time. A hint of surprise first crossed her tired face, and the corners of her mouth naturally curved upwards, revealing a warm smile:
"Hey, son? Why are you home? Did you come back last night?"
Almost at the same time, Feng Mu also smiled and asked with concern:
"Mom, why weren't you at home last night? Did you go somewhere? I came back and didn't see you, so I was a little worried."
The mother and son asked the question almost at the same time, and the content of their words was roughly the same, both truly expressing their concern for each other.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, showing the same identical smile.
Although Feng Mu's facial features resemble his father's, some of his expressions are like his mother's, especially when he wears glasses.
This scene added a bit of warmth to the somewhat deserted house.
In stark contrast to his false concern for his father Feng Ju, Feng Mu's concern for his mother Wang Xiuli at this moment was full of true feelings from the heart.
After all, in this twisted family, the only person who has always treated him well and never changed because of anything since he was a child is his mother.
Feng Mu habitually raised his hand to adjust the frame of his glasses and replied in a low voice:
"A major crime occurred in District 9 last night. It had a very serious impact. The police station..."
He briefly explained a few words, then sighed heavily:
"I came here to look for my father, but he wasn't home. Mom, do you know where he went?"
Wang Xiuli's smile faded when she heard this. She shook her head, and a look of genuine worry appeared between her brows.
"I don't know exactly where your dad went. Last time, after our family finished dinner, he received a phone call and left in a hurry with a very unhappy look on his face. After that, he...seldom came home."
She paused, lowering her voice with a hint of uncertainty.
"When I called him to ask, he always told me that he was busy with a very important case and that it required the utmost confidentiality, and that his itinerary couldn't be disclosed. I didn't understand the rules of the police station, and I didn't dare ask any more questions for fear of delaying his work..."
Feng Mu naturally knew the real reason why Feng Ju didn't dare to go home - he was afraid that there were monsters in human skin living in his house.
Of course, this monster could only refer to him and Yu Huai, and definitely not Wang Xiuli.
"It's hard for Feng Ju to come up with such a useful excuse, hehe——"
Feng Mu sneered in his heart, but remained expressionless on the surface.
But it was better this way, as it saved him the trouble of making up lies to deceive his mother, and he could continue to use his father's excellent excuse of "carrying out a secret mission" to get away with it.
Feng Mu nodded, an understanding expression on his face, and comforted:
"Well, Dad might really be carrying out some special mission. Mom, don't worry too much. He's experienced and will be fine."
He deftly steered the conversation back to the original question:
"By the way, Mom, you haven't told me yet, where did you go last night? When I came back, no one was home, and I thought something had happened to you."
Wang Xiuli bent down and took off her pair of ordinary-looking and somewhat worn low-heeled shoes.
With Feng Mu's current eyesight, there was no need for him to observe deliberately. The entire house and even the subtle scenes on the floors above and below were almost reflected in his "eyes" at the same time.
He could clearly "see" that the edges and soles of his mother's shoes were covered with mud. The mud was a bit wet and sticky, and there were a few dead leaves the size of a fingernail stuck to them.
Feng Mu didn't suspect anything.
The road construction projects in District 9 have always been shoddy, especially near the "old, dilapidated and small" communities where they live. Many non-main roads are still bumpy dirt roads, and it is normal to get covered in wet mud and dead leaves when going out.
Wang Xiuli changed into the old slippers placed at the door, and stepped on the cold floor with a slight "click, click" sound.
She did not answer immediately, but walked to the table, poured herself a glass of boiled water, tilted her head back and drank two sips, then took a deep breath and answered softly:
"Mom had a nightmare last night."
She held the water cup, her eyes a little vague, as if she was recalling the nightmare that made him shudder.
"I dreamed that your dad was outside, in the dark, unable to find his way home, and kept calling my name...
After I woke up, I was so panicked that I couldn't sleep or lie down, so I just... went out and looked for your dad around our house."
Feng Mu's heart couldn't help but suddenly shrink, and an indescribable sense of horror passed through his spine. He almost blurted out:
"Mom, then you find..."
He stopped abruptly just as he was about to say something.
Feng Mu felt that he must have lost his mind for a moment to ask such a stupid and absurd question.
Feng Ju was already dead, his head gone, shattered into pieces. How could his mother possibly find him? And where else could she look?
Wang Xiuli was also taken aback by her son's nonsensical question. Then, looking at her son's stunned expression, she couldn't help but laugh:
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? I just had a nightmare and was confused for a while.
Besides, your dad is not a three-year-old child, is it really possible that he can't find the way home?"
Feng Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his mother more seriously.
At this moment, Wang Xiuli's face showed the fatigue of having just returned home at night, but when she looked at him, her eyes were full of pure tenderness and love.
Her temperament was particularly harmonious with this home. In Feng Mu's special perspective, she was like the cups, floor, and walls in this home, with a layer of faint, omnipresent deadly black air surrounding her.
On the contrary, Feng Mu himself, because he had been thoroughly purified by three marrow cleansings, now appeared too "clean" in the "sight", and seemed out of place, like an outsider who had accidentally broken in.
Yes, Feng Mu can now "see" himself clearly.
At this moment, it seemed as if two synchronized pictures were maintained in his mind.
One is a normal, colorful first-person perspective, in which you cannot see your back or your facial features.
The other one is a black and white 3D panoramic bird's-eye view with a very wide coverage, which can "see" all the details of itself and the surrounding environment in 360 degrees without blind spots.
Thanks to his mental attribute that had skyrocketed to 82 points, processing two dynamic images at the same time did not put any burden on his thinking, and it was not even a consumption.
The only problem is that seeing one's own facial features and entire body in the black and white bird's-eye view always makes people feel... a little unlucky, as if they are viewing their own posthumous portrait in advance.
Feng Mu's mind raced, he suppressed these distracting thoughts, and after hearing what his mother said, he said:
"Yeah, Mom, you're right, dreams are always the opposite of what they used to be. Dad must be fine.
However, District 9 is becoming increasingly unsafe at night. Mom, you should try not to go out at night because you are alone. It is too dangerous."
Wang Xiuli put down her water cup and nodded, seeming to appreciate her son's concern.
"Okay, okay, Mom gets it. I'll try not to go out at night from now on."
Completely different from Feng Ju's authoritarian style of a patriarch, Wang Xiuli has always had a soft and gentle temper and is very willing to listen to her children.
Then, Wang Xiuli seemed to suddenly remember something, turned her head to look at the wall clock, slapped her forehead lightly and said:
"Oh, I was just busy talking. It's already this late. Mom should go make breakfast."
She looked at Feng Mu, and a smile appeared on her face again.
"It's rare for you to come back. What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you right away. It's quick."
Feng Mu was willing to spend some time with his mother and talk to her, but there was no need for him to stay for dinner.
He had already been unable to swallow those synthetic foods, and now, he could clearly see the ominous black air swirling around the surface of the food, making it even harder to swallow.
"Wait a moment……"
A more terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.
"So, could those custom meals the martial arts school delivers to me every day also be contaminated with this evil energy?"
Feng Mu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
If that's the case, will he be able to eat in the future?
Am I going on a hunger strike...?
After all, I have already cultivated the "Nascent Soul". According to the descriptions in the novels about cultivating immortals, I should be able to practice fasting.
How does the saying go, those who eat air are immortal!
But this world is filled with... dark energy!!!
Chaotic thoughts came like a tide, making him upset. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and force himself to suppress these thoughts for the time being.
Feng Mu shook his head and said:
"No, Mom, it's too late. I just came back to see you. I have to hurry back to work. There are a lot of things waiting to be dealt with over there."
Wang Xiuli was a little disappointed, but she didn't say much. She just nodded and said:
"Okay, then...work is more important. Remember to buy something good to eat on the way. Don't work on an empty stomach. It's not good for your health."
Feng Mu nodded, said no more, and walked quickly towards the door.
Wang Xiuli looked at her son's hurriedly leaving back, and suddenly remembered something, raised her voice and said:
"Xiao Mu, come home more often when you have time! Mom is alone at home and always thinking about you... Also, take some time to call your sister and ask about her situation.
I don’t know what she’s busy with every day. I call her, but nine times out of ten I can’t get through… You’re her brother, so you have to take care of her.”
Feng Mu paused for a moment, his steps barely noticeable. Turning his back to his mother, he responded in a normal voice:
"Okay, got it."
Can you pay more attention to your sister?
He will... Of course he will discipline her "well".
However, even he himself does not know what he will discipline in the future.
He will...but I don't know whether the person he will be disciplining in the future will be Feng Yuhuai, or the "rag doll" that is parasitic and eroding his body.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter, they are all experience packs!!!" He sighed secretly in his heart.
He finally turned around and gave his mother a filial smile, then hurried down the stairs, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the dim corridor.
Wang Xiuli stood at the door, watching her son leave quietly, and the smile on her face slowly faded like the tide.
She did not move immediately, but stood quietly for a few seconds before slowly closing the door.
Then he slowly closed the door and locked it from the inside.
This subconscious detail is very similar to my son, both of them have a strong sense of...safety awareness.
She turned around, her eyes unconsciously lowered, and caught a glimpse of the pair of low-heeled shoes she had just taken off and placed at the door.
She looked at the mud stuck on it, frowned slightly, then bent down to pick up her shoes and walked into the bathroom step by step.
There was still a faint trace of water vapor in the bathroom mixed with a slight odor that had not been flushed away.
Wang Xiuli seemed to have not smelled the unusual smell at all.
She put her dirty shoes into the sink with a normal expression, then glanced at the almost empty large family-sized bottle of shower gel in the corner of the shower area.
She walked over, picked up the empty bottle, and threw it into the trash can beside her. Then, she took out a brand new bottle of shower gel from the cabinet under the sink, skillfully unscrewed the pump, and placed it in its original position on the shelf.
Throughout the whole process, there was not a trace of suspicion or surprise on her face, as if she didn't think there was anything strange about her son using up a whole bucket of shower gel overnight.
After doing all this, she did not stop. Instead, she took a clean white cloth from the hook on the wall, soaked it and wrung it dry, and began to wipe every surface of the bathroom meticulously.
Wall tiles, glass partitions, faucets, countertops... She wiped them very carefully, with slow and steady movements, until everything was as bright as new, reflecting the dim light coming in from the window.
Finally, she stood in front of the bright mirror in front of the sink, just as Feng Mu had just stood.
The mirror reflected her face clearly and she looked at herself in the mirror.
She smiled silently at the mirror, then lowered her head, picked up an old shoe brush, filled it with water, and began to scrub the mud off the soles and edges of her shoes over and over again, very carefully and even stubbornly.
Swish swish——
Swish swish——
The rhythmic sound of scrubbing continued to echo in the overly quiet and overly clean bathroom, over and over again, tirelessly.
……..
(End of this chapter)
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