Invade the World

   Chapter 442 "Won't let go of your hand."

   "You... you're not human?"

   It was not until she subconsciously asked this sentence that Zhu Qingyue felt an unprecedented fear.

   She couldn't help scolding herself for being a big idiot in her heart:

  If the other party is really a wicked evil spirit who wants his life, directly revealing his identity like this is undoubtedly a taboo in horror movies, maybe he will be eaten directly by the angry opponent in the next second!

   But the woman outside the door didn't do that.

   She didn't have the so-called "revealing her true body", she just showed a thoughtful expression after a moment of astonishment.

   "Isn't it a human...? So it is, for you, maybe it really is."

   "Then, what's the purpose of that guy looking for me?"

  Zhu Qingyue stammered and asked.

   These words made her lose confidence in herself. If the other party is a living person, even if they really have ulterior motives, at least they can understand the other party's thoughts.

   is nothing more than for the money, and it can be said that it is for the sake of robbery...

   But if she really wants to kill her, what should she do? !

   Although Zhu Qingyue doesn't think she is a very kind person, she has never done anything that really hurts the world, and she doesn't think she will be hated by someone to the extent that she doesn't even let go of being a ghost...

   Rather, she has no such ability at all. She maintains an estranged relationship with anyone, and has neither friends nor enemies.

  The only thing Zhu Qingyue can think of are all kinds of ghost stories.

   "Could it be... to take my body away?"

   "No. I'm quite satisfied with my body, and I don't plan to change it with anyone."

   The Rapunzel outside the door showed a smile.

   "Open your eyes and take a good look at your surroundings. I'm the only one who really has a problem?"

   "You, what do you mean by that?"

   "Your mother, of course. Is there anyone else around you?"

   "Mom? But you don't know her at all..."

   "It's hard to say. Did you forget that the two of us knew each other?" Miss Lin replied, "The reason why you questioned me like you did just now was because of her influence?"

  “…”

  Zhu Qingyue was silent for a moment, then shook her head.

   "She's my mother. I don't understand what you're saying. In my opinion, you're just slandering for no reason."

   "You want evidence? I can give it to you."

  Miss Lin whistled.

"Didn't your mother ask you to ask me if you can step into this house? Then you can ask her in turn: Can you leave this house, even if you are in a wheelchair or carried out... Get out of this house Half a step out of the door?"

   "She...she is now..."

   "Don't lie to me. Or at least, don't lie to yourself."

  The girl outside the door suddenly pressed her face to the glass, her voice was also low, and she looked quite scary.

   "—You know in your heart that she's already been able to go out, isn't she?"

  *

"…no…"

   Hearing Zhu Qingyue's request, the woman on the bed refused without hesitation in a hoarse voice.

   "You clearly know that I can't get out of bed at all. You want to abandon me after listening to a strange woman who has only known each other for a few days... do you want to kill me?"

   That's not it, and it's not forcing you to go out in the future, just verify it a little bit, so that the neighbor will stop talking... Wouldn't it be good?

  Zhu Qingyue knew that her proposal would be difficult for a weak woman who was seriously ill in bed - but only if the other party really was.

  …Yes, Miss Lin’s arrival is by no means unchanged.

   The world she was accustomed to was broken, and what she had always ignored, now forced her to face it:

  Her mom, really weird.

   Her life is really weird.

   This house, which I haven't been to since a few years ago, is really unusual.

   Of course, this does not mean that the neighbor lady who pointed this out must be credible, maybe she is slandering her mother, or it is actually another guy with ulterior motives...

  Zhu Qingyue heard a horror story.

   One year, a university mountaineering club went to the mountain, and there was a couple who had a good relationship together.

  When they went to the mountain ring to attack the peak, the weather suddenly turned bad, but they still insisted on going up the mountain, so they left the woman to watch the camp. But three days passed and they were not seen back. The woman was a little worried, thinking it might be because of the weather, right?

  Wait, wait, wait until the seventh day, and finally everyone came back, but only her boyfriend didn't come back. Everyone told her that on the first day of the summit, her boyfriend died unfortunately. They came back on the first seven and wanted to pay homage to him.

   However, when it was almost twelve o'clock, her boyfriend suddenly appeared, covered in blood, and he grabbed her and ran out. His girlfriend was screaming and struggling, when her boyfriend told her—

   A mountain disaster happened on the first day of the summit! All are dead, only he is alive...

  —If she was that woman, who should she trust?

   Today's Zhu Qingyue feels that she is caught in this dilemma.

   "I can't pin my hopes on emotions. Now that I have even begun to doubt my mother who depends on each other, there is nothing unquestionable in this world, and I can only rely on myself."

  Zhu Qingyue thought of this and smiled at herself.

   "...Maybe, even the whole world I live in may be fake."

   Sitting alone in the bedroom, she listed suspicious items in her diary, as well as things that needed to be done, and finally knocked on her forehead.

   "If you want to get the truth, you can only deepen your cognition."

   The girl's head, which had become dull because she was too lazy to think for a long time, finally started to work.

   "Because Miss Lin is full of doubts, I think it's okay to let it go. It's my mother... I've lived with her for so long, and I've always regarded it as something I haven't seen, isn't it too much?"

   "First...well, first and foremost."

  The nib of the pen that Zhu Qingyue was spinning in his hand suddenly stopped, and a puddle of ink was gradually stained on the diary.

   "Where's my dad?"

  Yes, people in this world cannot have mothers and fathers. Whether the couple divorced or passed away at an early age, she should have an impression, right?

  —At this moment, such a scene suddenly appeared in her mind:

  Under the dim light, the mother who stayed in the kitchen was muttering to herself while standing in front of the kitchen sink cutting vegetables.

   She raised the knife with a dull face, but what was cut on the chopping board was a vague mass of flesh. Those are the internal organs and limbs of man.

   And by his hand, is the head of a strange and familiar middle-aged man...

   "—that's my dad?!"

  Zhu Qingyue was taken aback by the hallucination that suddenly appeared in her mind.

  In this house, such absurd and terrifying things have happened? ! In the past it was Mom who went mad and killed Dad?

   If that’s the case, no wonder I forgot, maybe the impact was too strong.

  …No, not right.

  Zhu Qingyue took a deep breath and shook her head.

   should not be the case.

   But the picture that appeared in her mind was so clearly visible, it was obviously not unfounded; if it was a fantasy, she couldn't think of such a terrible thing!

  The most important thing is that after this picture appeared, a lot of similar and related pictures began to appear in her mind involuntarily.

For several years, Zhu Qingyue had never thought of her father once, but now, the memories of him are springing up one after another like mushrooms; Thinking.

  The girl covered her forehead, endured the discomfort caused by a lot of memory flushing, and began to record frantically.

   After a brief scribbled arrangement, Zhu Qingyue quickly noticed something was wrong:

   "This...this is simply impossible..."

   The most serious problem is that what happened in some so-called "memory pictures" is obviously self-contradictory and cannot all be true.

   For example, several important days that have appeared in memories:

   During the period when my mother was seriously ill and locked her at home as a primary school student, one day, my father came back to visit the mother and daughter.

   However, there are several completely different versions of what happened the day he came back.

The one she first picked up, "Mother killed my father, chopped up his body and left only the head" is the most absurd one, and the others include "Father and mother had a big quarrel and took himself from the house, "Father and daughter live in another city" version - and this memory is obviously false, because she is still in this home; there is a normal version of "Father had dinner with them and left in a hurry the next day", There's even a version of "Father missed his appointment and didn't show up at all that night."

   It is as if he has lived his life over and over again, but each time the truth he discovers is different.

   But those memories are really lifelike, clear and very close to her, so close that they can be easily touched, this heavy texture does not seem hypocritical.

   She really went through all this…

   "Damn, it's a pity, who is doing the ghost, who is confusing my memory?!"

   "What is true and what is false?!"

   "Could it be some **** of a parallel world?!"

   "I'm obviously just an ordinary girl, why does this strange thing happen to me?"

   "I...what about my past life...no, after all, I am..."

  The room without the lights is immersed in the darkness like a deep pool of dry wells. The girl curled up and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. She didn't think about it, she didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to think about it, and the notebook on the table didn't know where it was thrown.

  —So, are you running away again? Zhu Qingyue.

  *

   On the second day, the neighbor waited at the door as always, but this time, the girl in the house did not come out to see her again.

  Miss Lin sat silently in front of the door, not saying a word, like a statue, sitting for more than ten hours. She won't get up and leave until it gets dark and the night engulfs the corridor.

   In the dark night, a pair of eyes looked out the door quietly.

   On the third day, sitting and waiting like yesterday, nothing happened.

   Fourth day, as always.

   Day 5, Day 6…

   Until the twilight hour of the seventh day.

  Miss Lin leaned her back against the door of the house. Seeing that it was getting late, when she knew it was time to go back, she sighed, patted her stiff and sore back, and stood up.

   At this moment, a hoarse voice came from behind—

   "…Help, help me."

   The long-haired girl turned her head and saw a figure who was wrapping her upper body in a quilt, with only two thin legs showing, and she couldn't help but feel amused.

   "Qingyue, what are you doing?"

   "Help me. Help me... You'll help me, right?"

   There was a sense of powerless struggle in the other's voice.

  Miss Lin was silent for a moment, then she restrained the smile on her face and nodded seriously and seriously.

   "Well, I will."

   "...Okay." A hoarse answer came from the quilt, "I...what should I do?"

  Miss Lin pursed her lips.

   Now, even she is inevitably nervous.

   It took such a long time and energy, not only her efforts, but finally, finally, until this moment.

   She knew that what happened next was the key to determining the course of events.

   "Actually, Qingyue, you... should have noticed it too?"

  The long-haired girl stared at her who was just across the door from her, as if she wanted to see through all the darkness buried in that room.

"Whether it's 'I can't get in' or 'Your mom can't get out' is confusing, and it doesn't really make sense to struggle with which side to believe. Because in the process , you're ignoring the most important thing, which is..."

"yourself."

   "Can you, can you leave this house and step out of this door?"

   "If you could come up with this answer by your own will today, everything would become clear, right?"

"so-"

   She reached out to the other side of the door.

   "Come on, come out. It's easy, just push that door open."

   "Don't be afraid, because I will hold your hand."

   "…never let go."

   (end of this chapter)