When I got home, it was almost eight o'clock.
Qin Nuo pushed open the door, and a light bulb was on in the hall, which was rare, but the light was very dim.
My mother was sitting on the sofa, still looking drunk, holding a bottle of white wine that she had brought back from Ale's house.
Qin Nuo didn't know whether the alcohol content of the wine was high or strong. He only saw his mother getting up and pouring it down her throat mouthful by mouthful.
Qin Nuo actually brought the food back, threw it on the table, and without saying anything, went into the room, found some clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
From some of Qin Feng's scattered autobiography, Qin Nuo could see that he had the same indifferent attitude towards his mother, but compared to his father, he had less hatred.
After taking a shower, the sticky stuff on my body was gone and I felt much refreshed.
In the living room, a wine bottle rolled on the floor, the food on the table was moved a little, and my mother was leaning on the sofa with her head raised, as if she was asleep.
Qin Nuo simply cleaned up the mess on the table and threw it into the trash can. He was about to return to his room when his mother suddenly asked, "Has your father ever come home?"
"I didn't see him." Qin Nuo replied.
"He's become that crazy person again recently, so you better be careful."
"If he does anything to you, you can hit him on the head with anything. It would be best if you kill him." There seemed to be a hint of a smile on the corner of the mother's rosy lips.
"I am not the same person I used to be. If he dares to touch me, I will resist him in every possible way, even killing him."
"I wouldn't feel anything if such a scum died, how about you?" Qin Nuo asked back.
"I will be very happy." Mother smiled, and it was obvious that the smile came from the heart.
Qin Nuo thought to himself that in the horror world, he had never seen any loving couples. The relationship between the couples was more hostile than that between enemies.
Even though he was thinking this, his face remained the same indifferent expression: "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room and sleep. I'm sleepy."
As soon as he turned around, his mother called him again.
She pulled out a wrinkled lady's cigarette from somewhere, put it in her mouth and lit it, crossed her legs, exhaled the smoke gracefully, and placed a few ghost coins on the table.
"This should be enough for you to eat for a few days. Hide the money and don't let that scum see it."
Qin Nuo looked at the ghost coins on the table and hesitated. He was not sure whether Qin Feng would take it based on his personality.
"Don't worry, the money is not dirty, it's very clean." Mother said casually, holding a cigarette.
Qin Nuo picked up the ghost coin on the table, went into his room and closed the door.
Mother looked at the moonlight outside the window, her slightly blurred eyes flickering gently.
"Congratulations to the player for completing their role-playing. They managed to calmly converse with their mother, their words, demeanor, and emotional control perfectly matching the original character! They earned a 9% role-playing rating!"
In the room, Qin Nuo was fiddling with his wet hair with his hands. As soon as he sat down, he heard the game prompt sound.
"Although this character's family background is the most tragic, compared to Li Xiaoming and Liang Zisu, it lacks a headache-inducing suspense point."
There are no hidden mysteries and the relationships between family members are very clear, which saves Qin Nuo a lot of time and energy, allowing him to focus on the main line.
Qin Nuo looked at the time out of habit. It was already past nine o'clock. He was not sure when his mother in the hall would leave, but after twelve o'clock, he had to take action and return to the Black Crow Ghost School.
Time passes by little by little.
Qin Nuo leaned back in his chair, not making any noise, creating the illusion that he was asleep, hoping his mother outside the door would leave.
The horror world has trained Qin Nuo in many things, one of which is patience.
He was like a cat guarding a mouse hole, sitting there motionless for even an hour or two.
After looking at the time again, Qin Nuo suddenly stood up, took a cup, and opened the door.
I went to the living room and pretended to get up to drink a glass of water, but my mother was nowhere to be seen. The empty wine bottle was still rolling in the corner.
"It seems he's gone."
Qin Nuo muttered, poured himself a glass of water and moistened his throat.
jingle……
The wind chimes around her waist suddenly rang twice, melodiously, without any wind.
A ball of milky white light emerged from inside.
The ball of light transformed into Mo Ting in front of Qin Nuo. She looked around and asked curiously, "Is this my brother's home?"
"It's home, but it doesn't feel like home." Qin Nuo pinched the disposable cup and threw it into the trash can.
"But at least my brother has a home. I haven't even forgotten what my family looks like, let alone..." Mo Ting lowered her head, her pretty face full of sorrow.
Before she finished, Qin Nuo interrupted her: "Come on, I don't have time to compete with you on who is more miserable. Hurry up and follow me."
Qin Nuo picked up a flashlight from the cabinet, asked Mo Ting to follow him, and then went out with the flashlight.
Mo Ting is a soul body, her physical body is gone, and she was floating behind Qin Nuo the whole time.
There are no street lights in Younan Town. At night, except for a few dim lights, it is basically pitch black.
Perhaps it was because Mo Ting was following behind him tonight, so the journey to the Black Crow Ghost School was not as scary as last night.
The beam of light shone on the road ahead. Qin Nuo quickened his pace, and Mo Ting followed behind him, not looking around.
She seemed to be able to see something and said to Qin Nuo: "They have been following you. Don't you want to say hello to them?"
"Don't look around, don't talk, just follow me obediently."
Qin Nuo didn't feel anything at first, but because of Mo Ting's words, the feeling of fear started to grow in his heart again. He didn't know what Mo Ting was referring to, but it was definitely not a good thing.
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