Chapter 139
Leyuan asked, "What happened next?"
He Meizi smiled and said, "Ah, later, later, I can't remember clearly. I seemed to have stayed in the hospital for a while, and then I seemed to have gone straight home. I didn't see my daughter.
I thought she was missing, and I almost called a group of people to help. However, when I was making the call, she suddenly appeared, and appeared behind me, making a sharp and weird laugh. My brain was about to explode because of the sound, but when I turned around, I found it was her. I was very surprised and wanted to hug her.
Suddenly, I woke up and found that I had a dream in my bed at home. I thought that maybe I dreamed about something during the day, so I saw my daughter at home in my dream. I opened the bedroom door and didn't see my daughter in the living room. I looked back and didn't see my daughter in the bedroom. I went to the bathroom and the kitchen but didn't see her either.
I went to the balcony and the bathroom again, but still nothing. I sat down on the sofa in the living room in a decadent manner. I lowered my head and poured myself a glass of water. I wanted to drink it.
I thought it was a dream, because I had just had a dream, I was very sleepy, I felt that nothing was real, I asked her, who are you, she said, I am your daughter, mother, I asked her, did you take the wrong road? She said, no, mother, I didn't take the wrong road, it's here, it should be here, I am from here, I am your daughter.
She pointed to the door behind her. It was the main door, the door you came in through. She said to me, "I went out to play without you closing the door. I thought you hadn't woken up yet. Maybe you would want to see me first after you woke up. So I came back quickly. You didn't have much time to play with others outside. Mom, are you unhappy? Don't you like me anymore? Don't you want to see me?"
She looked a little sad.
I hugged her and said, no, there is no such thing, I love you very much, I like you very much, at least, that's the case now.
She didn't ask me if it was now or not, she just hugged me and said, I love you too, Mom.
I thought my life was about to return to normal, but a burst of shrill laughter interrupted me. I let go of her and looked at her. She asked me puzzledly, "What's wrong, Mom?"
She said she didn't know. I asked her what happened to me. She said she was sick and would be well soon. She had already been discharged from the hospital, right?
I was skeptical and asked her who was playing with her. She said it was a little boy from the neighbor's house. I went out to see, but didn't see him. She said the boy had already gone home and the boy's mother made him a very rich lunch.
I quickly washed, dressed myself, and prepared to cook a meal for my daughter.
But, she said, I don't need to be so busy, anyway, it's not time to eat yet.
I looked at the time and found that it was not yet noon. I breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and obeyed her.
She pulled me to sit on the sofa in the living room to watch TV. It was boring. I had no interest in TV, but she seemed to like it very much. She looked a little happier than before. I thought that maybe my attitude just after waking up made her sad. I wanted to make amends, so I prepared to give her an apple. When I was peeling it, I saw my daughter's face in the reflection of the fruit knife.
Her face was rotten, like a rotten apple, her neck was broken, and the way she looked at me was like a corpse looking at me. I was very scared, but I didn't dare to look her in the eye. I thought I should go home and find someone to deal with this matter.
I didn't want to die, so I found someone, a master. He came to my house, talking in a mysterious way. He was wearing a white suit that looked like a protective suit and an enlarged version of a mask. I thought that if he entered my oven, he would turn into a soft cheese beef burrito-like thing with thick yellow mucus oozing out of it. It was delicious, and I was so hungry. At that time, I realized that I actually had such thoughts and such ability to act.
Of course, I didn't eat him. I just felt very hungry just looking at him. When he came, I had no idea what he did, what he was thinking, or what he said. I just felt more and more headache. I stared at him intently, and I felt that my daughter's voice disappeared, no laughter, no smiling face, no pulling my clothes, and the room was very quiet.
The man walked around the room, looked at me, and quickly ran away as if he was a little scared. I asked him if the problem was solved. He didn't answer, but it seemed like he said no and ran away very quickly. After he left, I returned home and suddenly saw a little boy in blue clothes kicking a ball in the corridor. Do you know what that boy looks like?
I remember him, I know him, he was a neighbor, the little boy in the neighbor's family was a neighbor, that neighbor lived next door, and he probably still lives there now, but I heard a while ago that he had committed suicide by jumping off a building. I don't know."
Leyuan asked: "Which neighbor?"
He extracted the key words.
He Meizi raised her head, looked at him, and smiled, "Yes, that neighbor, the neighbor next door to me lives alone. He seemed to be a college student before, but later he became a graduate student. After that, he lived here alone. He didn't go to school, didn't call his relatives, and didn't play with his friends at home. He was just alone, lonely.
Sometimes when I'm at home I can hear a gurgle sound coming from next door, as if a lot of water is boiled in a pot in the kitchen and bubbles are coming out. I don't know what's going on. Sometimes I feel annoyed and when the sound comes from there, I knock on the wall. The sound will disappear for a while, but when I feel better, it starts again.
It's just like a gentle renovation. I don't know how long it will end and I can't help but be annoyed, but I can't go over and make a fuss and ask the other party to do nothing because of it.
It is impossible to do nothing.
I knew, so I didn't go to look for anyone. I just opened the door at certain times and looked out. I could see the door outside was open, and the person inside poked his head out, just like a mouse wandering and testing the waters at the entrance of a hole. When he saw me, he would quickly hide back and wait until I was no longer at the door before he came out. If he just did this, life would be fine.
However, there were no elderly people or children in his family, which meant that it was impossible for the little boy next door to find his mother at home, nor was it possible for his mother to prepare a sumptuous meal for him before noon. It was even more impossible that there were only the little boy and his mother, as the person there was clearly a young man.
There was only one, and she was not a child, nor a woman, nor anyone's mother.
I didn't see the young man with a ball in his hand. Maybe he didn't like it, or he didn't have one, or he was no longer interested in balls. I didn't see a ball in his room, but how could there be a little boy? And a little boy who looked exactly like him but was in a different grade?
I thought it was strange, so I knocked on the door, but no one answered, as if there was no one inside.
After I hesitated, I returned home and heard my daughter laughing shrilly again. I frowned and felt very annoyed. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a ball hitting the ball. I turned around and found that the door was not closed properly. When I went to close the door, I found a little boy's finger in the gap of the door.
I almost broke my finger. I was so scared that I quickly opened the door. The little boy held up his red finger and ran back home. I quickly chased after him and found that the door was open. I didn't dare go in because it was too dark inside. There was no light, no candles, and it was very quiet, as if no one was there.
After hesitating, I knocked on the door to indicate that there was someone inside. No one spoke and no one came out. I shouted to the inside, "I'm sorry, I think I accidentally hurt your child's finger. If you need anything, you can always come to me. I live next door."
No one answered me.
I just walked away.
The next night, it was midnight and I couldn't sleep. I heard someone knocking on the door. I opened the door and it was the little boy. I looked out and saw that only the moon was shining outside.
I wanted to turn on the light before going out, in case my daughter came out and closed the door. I couldn't open the door without my key. My daughter suddenly appeared, rubbing her eyes, and said to me, "Mom, are you going out? If you want to go out, go ahead. I'll wait for you at home."
I nodded. I was a little hesitant about whether to go out, but since my daughter had already said so, it would not be nice for me to say that I wanted to stay. Instead of trying to explain a troublesome thing that I didn't know if it would happen in the middle of the night, I might as well solve it now.
I went out, and found that the neighbor's door was closed. However, I didn't see the little boy outside. I thought that the little boy might have gone home by himself.
I knocked on the door and it opened. I thought it was incredible because I didn't see anyone at the door, nor did I hear the footsteps of the person who opened the door running away. How did the door open when there was no one at the door? I thought, maybe this family is very rich, so they installed a smart door opener?
I can only think so, but this idea also has loopholes, because rich people will not live here, it is narrow and small, there is not much sunlight and corridors, it is noisy on weekdays, I can't think of any benefits. The only comparison is that this place is cheaper, the location is not bad, and it has not become a dangerous building. It is a good thing to live here.
I sighed in my heart and didn't dare to go in. I glanced at the warm light that was turned on in the house and wanted to go home. The door shook, as if someone was waving at me. I turned my head as if possessed by a ghost, took a step forward, stepped forward, crossed the threshold, and entered the room. The room was pitch black and I almost thought I was blind.
I quickly turned my head and looked outside. It was bright outside and I felt that my eyes were normal. I breathed a sigh of relief. But then, the door slammed and closed in front of me. It was like a gust of wind blowing past me. I shivered. I had never felt that the night could be so cold, especially when I felt it was still very hot.
This was not right. I wanted to go home. I knocked on the door, but it didn't open. I tried to move the doorknob, but it didn't open either. It was as if it was completely stiff. I began to feel a chill on my back again. I slowly turned around and found a long-haired woman in white clothes, covered in blood, and wearing green slippers.
With a click, she turned on the light in the living room. My eyes were irritated and tears came out. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and found that it was a pretty woman with messy hair. She was wearing loose and soft silk pajamas with a milky white color and a hint of beige. The bloody feeling was because she was holding a bursting tomato in her hand.
Her slippers are in the shape of a little green frog with big white eyes and a small black dot in the middle. It looks like a tadpole or black sesame, which is quite cute.
I don't know what I was thinking at that time. I felt safe. I felt that there was no problem. I thought I must have seen it wrong just now. I was too scared, so I thought everyone I saw was a monster. I breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at her, and said, "Sorry, I'll go out now. Can you help me open the door?"
She looked me over and asked me where I was from.
I said I was the neighbor next door.
She nodded and asked me if I had met her son.
I said, I have seen it.
She smiled and asked, why don't we sit down tonight and drink some tea and eat some cakes before we leave? Anyway, there is always a lot of time in the evening, and the cakes will not taste good if they are left for a long time, so why not eat them now, maybe you will feel happier, and it is always happier to make yourself happy than to make yourself unhappy.
After some hesitation, I agreed.
She treated me to strawberry cake and black tea. She seemed to like red things very much. She even washed and peeled the tomato, cut it into pieces, sprinkled it with sugar and served it to me.
I don't like tomatoes very much, but out of courtesy and because she was so friendly to me, I ate it. It tasted good, with icy cool tomatoes, granular white sugar, and a sweet tomato flavor. I chewed it twice and swallowed it. It didn't taste bad and it didn't get stuck in my teeth or throat.
The tea and cakes were quickly finished.
I asked her if she had a son.
She said, no, I am an unmarried woman living here alone.
I was stunned for a moment, and my intuition told me that she was lying, so I became alert.
A little boy came out of a room next to him, leaned against the wall, looked over here, and shouted at the sofa, "Mom."
The woman opposite me burst out laughing, covered her mouth, and said to me, "Haha, have you been fooled? In fact, I am already a mother of two children, can't you tell? This is just a joke, don't take it seriously."
I nodded, stood up and said, I'm going home.
She said, sure, I'll take you home.
She actually opened the door for me. I walked out doubtfully and turned around to look inside the house. The lights were still on, and it was also bright outside. It was not just the brightness of the moon. In the distance there were colorful neon lights, store signs, street lights, and other people's bedroom lights.
It looks lively and quiet.
I returned home hot and found my back was soaked. I sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. My daughter came over and asked me, "How is it?"
I said I had a midnight snack like afternoon tea.
My daughter lowered her head and laughed. I touched her hair, paused, and realized that what I touched was not her hair, but her chin. I moved my hand down tremblingly and found that her hair was indeed on her back, but it had become the reflection of the bathroom door.
It was really unsightly. I didn't know why I thought of this, but I didn't dare to say it out loud. I slowly pulled my hand away, but my daughter suddenly grabbed my hand and asked, "Does mommy not like me anymore?" I said, "No."
She asked, "How could that be? If my mother liked me, she wouldn't be so anxious to leave!"
I asked, how can you decide that your mother has not abandoned you?
She smiled and said, "Mom wants a hug! If you hug me, I will be with you forever!"
I hugged her, but felt pain all over my body. I looked down carefully and found that she had bitten my palm and swallowed a large piece of flesh and blood. She also bit my side and swallowed a large piece of fat with skin and flesh. I was shaking all over and wanted to escape, but I had to stay where I was because of the pain and my daughter. The sofa was like a cage.
I didn't know what to do. My daughter suddenly stopped and reached out her hand to feel around my wound. When she touched inside, I felt even more pain, but the pain wasn't enough to make me pass out. So, I opened my eyes wide, feeling the pain, wondering what she was going to do and where on my body her hand was.
She frowned and said to me, "Mom, don't you know? You ate something dirty! Why don't you spit it out quickly?"
As she spoke, she patted my back, and I vomited out a lot of hair and paper scraps, as well as countless black tadpoles that jumped like shrimps. It was like a fresh frog that was swallowed but did not die immediately, but was still alive and kicking and reproducing.
I felt even more uncomfortable. I didn’t know how long I had been vomiting. I just felt very painful and sleepy. I squinted my eyes and gradually fell asleep.
When I woke up, I checked my body. There was nothing wrong, no wounds, no bleeding or missing parts. I frowned in confusion, touched my clothes, and looked down. The clothes were wet. The bright red blood on the surface had already coagulated a little, and underneath was wet, sour and smelly vomit. It was probably because my daughter wanted to help deal with the clothes, but she couldn't take them off by herself.
I got up, changed my clothes and took a shower. When I opened the door, I found my daughter appeared again.
She was always elusive. No, she had become more and more elusive since she started laughing shrilly at night. She wasn't like this before.
She stood in front of me and asked me, what happened last night? Mom, how much do you remember? Can you tell me everything?
I thought about it and told her everything I remembered. She nodded and said thoughtfully, "Mom, you seem to have been deceived."
She suddenly ran over with a phone, handed it to me and said, "Mom, make a call and ask someone to handle this matter. Ask them to open the door of that room and go in to take a look. It's daytime now, so everything should be fine."
So I made the call.
A group of people came over, opened the door, and found two bodies that had long been decayed inside. They were all very surprised, their eyes widened and they said it was strange that such rotten bodies did not have a strong stench. They examined carefully and found that the bodies were suicides. They were uninterested but also a little happy. They were uninterested because there was no big case and no chance of promotion or salary increase, and they were happy because it saved them trouble.
They cleaned up the bodies and told me that one body was that of a young man who had committed suicide by jumping off a building, and the other body was that of a middle-aged woman who had committed suicide by hanging. After a while, they called me and said that the man and the woman were mother and son. I thought to myself, I knew this a long time ago, but I also felt something was wrong.
Why are they mother and son?
The neighbor who jumped off the building is dead, and his body should be downstairs. Who brought it into the house? The neighbor's mother may have heard about the neighbor's death and came to the neighbor's house. It's not surprising that she has a key, but she didn't find the body when she opened the door?
If the body was found after opening the door, it means the body was already inside at that time. How could there be no bad smell?
If the body is not found after the door is opened, it means that the body was put in later. But who put it in? The body can't walk on its own. Even if it can, how come no one saw it? Even if no one saw it, wouldn't this incident be even more bizarre?
This is not normal.
In addition, there are many ways to commit suicide. Hanging may be to preserve the soul. If the soul really exists and that theory really exists, it is not impossible that she hanged herself not to seek death but to see her son as a soul after death.
My daughter and I clearly saw the little boy in the corridor. The body was not accompanied by the little boy, and the neighbor was not a little boy. Where did the little boy go? Did he disappear? I would rather think that the little boy was the body of the young man. After he died, he became a little boy, so he came out to play. The ball might be from home, or it might belong to someone else, or it might have appeared after he died and wanted to play.
I thought, it doesn't matter, the person is dead, the body has been moved away, life should be back to normal, I returned home and looked at my daughter, she was in the kitchen, tiptoeing to cook a bowl of porridge for me, I asked, why do you suddenly want to drink porridge? She said, that bowl of porridge is for me.
I asked her, what are you doing for me? I am not sick.
She smiled and said to me, "My mother was hospitalized some time ago and I didn't go there. I felt guilty and wanted to do something to help her. Why don't we have this pot of porridge at noon today?"
I agreed and watched her cook porridge. She didn't know how to do it before and she rarely went into the kitchen. I thought she was still young and there was no need to rush into the kitchen. If something went wrong, it would be bad. There were a lot of things going on in the kitchen. If she went into the kitchen and I didn't keep an eye on her, wouldn't that be a harm to her? That would be the end! There was no need for me to hurt others and not benefit myself, so I hoped in my heart that she would not go into the kitchen.
If she never goes into the kitchen again, it means she is living a pretty good life. If she goes into the kitchen every day, it means she either likes it or is tired and cannot avoid it. I don't want her to like cooking. Some people will look down on her because of this, saying that she has no future and is destined to be a housewife. I am already half a housewife, and I don't want my daughter to be like this.
Many people do not want their children to follow the same path as themselves, because they already know how difficult and painful this path is. If a child is born to suffer, it is better not to be born in the first place, so as not to harm others and yourself. Again, I don't want to harm others and benefit myself. There must be one or the other, so that I can live.
I was watching over her in the kitchen the whole time. She did a great job, there was not a single problem, the food tasted normal, it wasn't burnt, it wasn't dry, it didn't explode, and it wasn't ruined. I said to her, you don't know, when I was a kid I went to a school where the chefs were not very good, they would always serve people a pot of burnt porridge, and everyone could tell the taste was wrong, but they still didn't change it.
She wanted to ask me how I was.
I didn't want to say anything more, so I waved my hand and told her to go and rest. I would clean up the used dishes and the dirty kitchen, and then divide the slightly cooler porridge into bowls and serve them out. If she wanted to help, she could call her father to come home for dinner.
She agreed and ran out to make a phone call. When I was carrying the porridge out, I heard a sharp laugh and felt dizzy. I almost spilled the porridge in my hand. She hung up the phone and hurried over to help. I shook my head, put everything away, and told her not to rush over if she saw something like this next time as it would be easy to slip. Besides, these things were very hot and it would be an accident if they were accidentally spilled.
I said to her, you are still a child. If you accidentally get scalded by the hot porridge, you will be left with scars, which is not good-looking and you will need a lot of money to go to the hospital for treatment. Do you understand?
She nodded, and said she understood, not quite sure, and then she asked if I was feeling uncomfortable or in pain anywhere.
I said nothing, I'll take a rest for a while, you can play by yourself, and when father comes back, you go open the door for him and invite him to dinner.
I asked, is it okay?
My daughter agreed.
I went to rest, and in my dream my daughter was smiling at me with her head tilted. She rushed over, grabbed my clothes, and tore them. I was a little scared, so I quickly comforted her and said it was okay, that if the clothes were torn, I could just buy a new one, and as long as she didn't do it on purpose and didn't hurt anyone, it was a good thing.
She lowered her head and cried, but at the same time she laughed and asked, "Is it really like this? Can I really forget about it? Isn't Mom angry with me?"
I said, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry.
She raised her head, her cheeks flushed, and said with a smile, "That's great, Mom, it's okay, I can eat now!"
As she spoke, she bit off my head. I woke up from my dream and found that my daughter was looking at me by the bed, still smiling, just like in my dream. I was scared and asked her what happened. She didn't say anything, just shook her head and walked out. My husband came in and gave me a bouquet of flowers, saying it was a surprise!
I nodded and thanked him with a pale face. He seemed not to notice anything, but was very happy. I thought he was probably happy that his child could cook porridge alone in the kitchen.
I nodded. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I told him to go out and tell him to eat if he was hungry. It would take me a while to get out. It was a mess and I couldn't eat like this. It would affect my appetite.
He nodded, walked out, and closed the door for me.
I changed my clothes, took a shower, and wanted to open the door to go out for dinner, but I paused and made a phone call. I thought, I should find someone to exorcise the evil spirit, so I found another person. This person was a woman. She was wearing tattered clothes and looked even more unreliable than the previous one. Her hair was messy, and it seemed like she had fleas. She was holding a bell in her hand, and you could vaguely see a little white cloth on her body.
She walked around the room, muttering something incomprehensible, and then told me that the matter was resolved.
I saw her out the door and she took two steps. I thought she was going downstairs to take out the trash, so it would be safer for me to go with her. I asked her to wait for a moment and went back to the house to pick up the trash. When I came out, I found that she was gone. However, she was at least a generation older than me and didn't look like she was young and strong and could walk fast.
Either I've seen a ghost, or I've been fooled.
I was a little angry and a little sad, so I threw away the garbage, washed my hands, and went home to rest.
However, from that day on, my husband and daughter seemed to have become normal again. We were all normal people. We lived in the same house with Meimei, occasionally ate together, occasionally went out together, and were happy every time we were together. We were a family that could be rated as a representative of an advanced model family! That rating could earn us a lot of money!
Can't do without.
That's it. That's the end of my story. What else do you want to hear?"
He Meizi looked at the others and asked.
The others avoided her gaze; they were afraid of her.
He Meizi looked at Leyuan, who was in a daze. If he didn't concentrate, he would not be able to notice that someone was looking at him. His vision was almost zero before, but now he closed his eyes, which only made him look normal on the surface, but in fact it was another matter.
As mentioned before, everything he sees now is a mass of color, and he judges the situation based on the color changes. He Meizi didn't know this, so she looked at Leyuan for a while, and when she found that Leyuan didn't respond, she looked at the people around Leyuan, No. 1 and Jongin, with lack of interest. No. 1 blinked and looked away, while Jongin closed his eyes and snorted with He Meizi.
The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together, like a fly counting money, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, we have enough stories for today, thank you so much! We will come again if we need you, don't worry, we have prepared the rewards for you! It's all here, this is it, take a look, if it's not accurate, we will count it again."
The park was starting to feel a bit boring.
He counted the money with Mei Zi and waved: "You can go now. Goodbye."
The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
As he spoke, he stood up, led a group of people away, got in the car, and returned to his residence.
The lady boss was a little scared when she saw Le Yuan. Le Yuan looked at the room and remembered that when he left, there was someone in the room. He was probably dead now, and maybe even the body was stinking. If nothing was done, he didn't want to rest at night and smell the stench of the body in the next room, so he walked up to the lady boss and asked, "Excuse me, is there a body in the room?"
The lady boss felt that he was here to cause trouble, and she put her hands on her hips and said, "What? What! What corpse? It's nothing, okay? Don't talk like that, I'll feel like you're slandering me, and that's not a good feeling. If you talk like that again, I won't be polite. I'm a very strong person, don't think you can bully me. There are many people in my family."
Paradise said, "So, no one died upstairs?"
The proprietress began to hesitate: "I don't know this or that, otherwise, if you think there is a problem, just open the door and take a look yourself! I can't do anything. The room has been given to the guests. If the guests don't open the door, I can't open the door. Otherwise, it would be an invasion of privacy. Invasion of privacy, do you understand? I don't want it! Besides, those are your people.
What's the point of me opening the door? The best I can do is knock on the door for you."
Leyuan frowned and asked in confusion, "Don't lodging places usually knock on doors and clean up the trash every day? Even if it's to prevent guests from dying in the room, it's necessary."
The lady boss was so angry that her face turned red. She shouted, "I just won't go! What do you want? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to scold me? I'm not afraid of you! If you have the guts, go by yourself! Why are you looking for me?"
Number One said, "It's because you're the boss. If this were your own business, you would have opened the door and cleaned it up long ago. But you don't look like you've handled a body. Did you kill someone and not clean up the blood? That's not good. We have to stay here for at least a while."
The lady boss couldn't help asking, "How long?"
"Tomorrow."
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