Monster Paradise

“Mom and Dad are alive...” I sat on the couch, my body trembling slightly, tears gushing out like a shooting embankment.

After a long time, my emotions finally calmed down. I took out my phone and looked at the time, it was over 10: 00.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were slightly reddish, and besides that, I couldn't see anything unusual.

After washing his face with cold water, his otherwise confused mind finally gradually recovered its clarity.

Peeping, is to dig out and restore the greatest fear in the human heart.

Unlike illusion, peeping is indestructible, which is equivalent to a movie, and it's 100 minutes, so there's no shortage of drama for a second. Activating PeepSo can only be a character in a movie and can't leave the scene until the movie is completely over.

I know that this activated speculative phrase is not a simple illusion, it is, to be precise, a test of the human mind. I couldn't get out of it, so I had to choose to fit in. It's just that I still don't know what the speculative puzzle is to me and how to pass this test. I can only let the plot develop naturally.

“Blackie?” I called softly, but didn't get the response I deserved.

“Black!” I shouted again, this time even trying to communicate with my consciousness, but the message I sent seemed to be stuck in the mud and still had no response.

Always reliable gold finger still no sound, I panicked, tried to use conscious endoscopy, but found that my consciousness could not.

Trying to summon the bloodstains, whitewashing them, but getting no response.

“No way!” I chirped in my heart and thought something big was wrong.

I tried to run again, and I found that I couldn't feel a single bit of life in my body. Negative, no response, no call to Negative Knife. The knife intent that has broken into the fifth realm cannot be provoked at all...

“Witchcraft...” I tried to summon the Book of Witchcraft with the last hint of luck, but with the same result, all the power in my body fell into a dead silence, and I became an ordinary man with the power of an unbound chicken.

This feeling of powerlessness scared me a little, not even when I met the Vain Arm and the giant Neptune species. Because at that time, I knew something was within my control, but now everything is out of control.

“If, in this situation, the Peeping Character comes up with that giant Neptune or the Illusional Arm, I'll be dead for sure.” This is my biggest concern, and I have no idea what the next script of Peeping Character is going to say.

“Forget it, we've all come to this situation, and we can only go down the drama.” I sighed helplessly, looking at myself in the mirror, and I was a little tranced. This face is already a little strange. After all, I've been using another body for over two years.

Perhaps that's why this body was transformed. It didn't bring anything.

Staring at myself, I shook my head and threw the feeling out of my head, tidied my clothes, and then turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

Out of the house, I took a cab and headed straight to my parents' house.

I can't wait to see two old men I haven't seen in years. I remember my parents being young, and now I'm a 25-year-old young man, and I don't know what they're going to look like.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the door of the old neighborhood, which I hadn't been back in years.

The neighborhood is even more frightening...

At the door of the neighborhood, my unusual emotions rose again, tears were spinning in my eyes, and my inner sense of stiffness grew stronger.

I don't know what to say after the meeting, but I can't reveal too much rubbish. After taking two deep breaths and forcibly stabilizing my emotions, I finally took the courage to step into the community.

A few minutes later, I showed up at the old house door, the new burglar door, but for the one I remember.

“The sword is sharpened and the scent of plum blossoms is bitter and cold. ”

"Spring in winter."

This pair, I wrote the year my grandmother died, was a passage I wrote to myself. But I still recognize my own words. I bought this one in front of me, not the one I wrote.

In my mind, memories of the past become clearer and clearer.

I stood at the door and prepared a few words, so I reached out and rang the doorbell.

After a moment, the door opened and a figure slowly appeared in front of me.

My head was blank and I forgot all the words I had just thought about. I only had this middle-aged man in front of me.

Father's appearance hasn't changed much, he's just a little blessed, and his hair is a little white. I recognized him at first sight, I could no longer move my legs, even my lips moved a few times, I could not make a sound, I just felt a heat flow spinning in my orbit.

“Hold on, hold on!” I told myself desperately to suppress my emotions.

“Back.” My father looked at me with a smile, but soon he noticed my anomaly, "what happened? ”

“Dad!” My consciousness was finally pulled back by this familiar voice, forcibly suppressing my tears, but my body couldn't help but go forward and hug my father and say a word out of his mouth, “Dad, I miss you. ”

“What's the matter, silly boy?” My father was obviously stunned, and even though I was half a head taller than him now, he reached out and rubbed my head.

When I calmed down a little, I immediately let go of my father and said, "It's okay. Where's my mom? ”

“Choosing dishes in the kitchen.” Father looked at me somewhat puzzled.

I avoided his eyes and walked straight towards the kitchen, where my mother was sitting on a small bench surrounded by an apron, bending over and choosing a dish, breaking a piece of vegetable leaf and throwing it into a plastic leakage basin.

She looked up at me when she noticed the person at the kitchen door.

“Back?” Mother looked up and smiled at me.

My mother was a little thin and had wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, which, although not quite the same as the young face I remember, gradually overlapped with what I remember.

“Mom.” I calmed down a little bit, walked up to my mother, squatted down, and helped her choose.

“All right, you go talk to your grandma, I'll do it here.” Mother hurried.

“Grandma?” I heard the name, the action in my hand lagged, "Where's Grandma? ”

“Watching TV in her bedroom, watching" Choice of Heavens "lately, watching TV every day.” Mother laughed.

“I'll go check on her.” I got up right away, and I had no idea Grandma was still alive in this world.

At the door of Grandma's bedroom, I saw the old man with white hair, sitting in a wooden chair, staring straight at the TV, without noticing my presence.

Although I saw only half my side face, my emotions fluctuated again. This is the old man who, after the death of his father, supported the family with his own strength, raising himself from the age of 13 to the age of 18, but unfortunately she died before he could work, and did not enjoy his blessing for a day.

“Grandma, I'm back.” As I shouted, my tears finally began to flow.