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Chapter 1121 The World of Ono (1)

I don't know where this is.

I want to go home.

……

The night is behind me.

I walked a long way and felt tired.

There are always people on the street reaching for me.

Someone was saying something to me, but I couldn't make out a word - were they really talking to me?

"Ono...Ono..."

"father!"

I looked over happily.

Great, he will definitely be able to take me home!
Suddenly, a house appeared in my mind, it is very beautiful, I seem to be able to smell the smell of mushroom soup in the house, my mother must be waiting for me to go back...

"Come on, go home with Dad."

Dad took my hand.

I nodded trustingly.

But I always feel like I'm forgetting something.

He said, this is because I am in school, I have received too much knowledge, and I am always prone to nervousness.I think what he said makes sense.

back home.

Mom put down the spoon, handed us warm water, and exchanged today's news with Dad. The kitchen lamp was shining on her head. I drank the water in one gulp and said with a smile: "Mom, your hair is so beautiful, like gold!"

Mom touched my forehead in surprise: "Are you having a fever baby?"

I was stunned.

So strange, why did her hair suddenly turn brown?
The face has also changed...

"dad!"

I turned to my dad for help.

Yet he told me solemnly:

In the future, don't make jokes with your family!

I'm not kidding...

How did that happen?

Why did her voice change too?
I was absolutely not wrong, nor did I hear it wrong, it must not be a hallucination!
Could it be that I have two mothers?
……

After that day, I began to pay more attention to my mother's hair color, and secretly took photos with my camera. It was so strange that no matter what I saw, there was only one color in the photo!
Neighbors also said she had never dyed her hair blonde, and they said I must have made a mistake.

Seems like something went wrong.

……

This is not the only strange thing.

Throughout the summer vacation, I have repeatedly confirmed the things in my memory.

How many steps are there at the door, are the roses or bougainvilleas planted in the garden, are the flowers on the table real or fake, what kind of periodicals does Dad subscribe to, what do they like to eat...

One day I read a science fiction magazine and suddenly thought:

Maybe I live in a parallel world.

If I didn't deliberately look for differences, I would actually live a very happy life, and everyone treats me very well.

So, leave it at that, and stop looking for answers...

I vaguely feel that if I continue to explore, I will definitely encounter bad results.

……

Dad is getting more and more busy and often travels far away.

He used to bring guests to his home.

The man was tall, wearing a black windbreaker, and looked at me coldly.A guest came over and touched my head, and closed my eyelids with his hands, saying: "Your son is very energetic, he should be very suitable..."

Dad interrupted him angrily: "Impossible!"

"Hehe, let me tell you casually, why are you nervous?"

The guest looked at me even colder, he hated me.

I hate him too!
The guest brought a kind of black stone, and they discussed it for a long time in the study, until their mother came home, and the three of them quarreled.I watched from behind, my head hurting more and more, as if I had experienced the same scene a long time ago...

Within a few days, my mother made an appointment with a tattoo artist.

She called me over with complicated eyes.

The tattoo artist looked at me until I glared at her. She smiled and discussed which pattern was better with her mother with the picture book.

I was a little sleepy after lunch.

"Ono, go to sleep if you're sleepy."

"Good mother."

I was sleepy and never fell asleep.

Someone opened the bedroom door from the outside.

Two very light footsteps came to my bedside.

"I have to remind you again that there are great risks in this practice, are you sure you want to continue?"

It's the tattoo artist!

Mom turned me over and whispered:

"Go on. There's nothing worse..."

I want to talk, but I can't open my eyes.

The tattoo artist repeatedly poked my back with a needle, I was in pain, why didn't I wake up, I want to stay away from them!

Dad, save me!

Later, anesthesia may be given, and I can't feel it anymore.

After they left, I could finally open my eyes and immediately rushed to the front of the mirror, only to see thin black stone slabs embedded in the flesh behind me, like many eyes pieced together... "Ah!! !"

Mom came over with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ono, don't blame mom..."

Her face was changing again, very quickly.

I can't see her face clearly!

"Don't come here! Stop!" I was incoherent in fright, "Monster, you are a monster, don't come here, I don't want to see you!"

I pushed her away and ran out.

That day, it was raining heavily, I ran out of the community, and I didn't know how to get to the street. There were many people walking around. I looked down and realized that none of these people had feet!

I was freaking out and running and running until I bumped into someone.

A sister in black, holding a cane.

"Sorry……"

I saw that she had feet, and was relieved.

The blind sister tilted her head, looking at me like a normal person: "Don't run around in the rain. Why don't you go home?"

I suddenly thought of my mother and the tattoo artist, how dare I go back?
"I want to find my father... wait for him to go back together."

"Your father?"

The blind sister suddenly pointed behind me and said, "Look, which one is him?"

I turned around and saw two men who were identical from head to toe, standing under the umbrella and smiling at me, even the folds on the clothes were the same, "Dad..."

"Ono, why don't you go home?"

They both asked me in unison.

"Shut up...you are not my dad, you have no feet! They are all fake!"

I ran again.

It was getting darker and darker.

I can't see the faces of pedestrians, I only know that they are all floating.

These are all ghosts...

Help me, who can save me?

I heard another person's footsteps, and the touch of a cane. It was her, the older sister.

"Help me...you can definitely help me..." I grabbed her wrist, it was warm.

The blind sister shook her head: "Only you can help you."

"what should I do?!"

"Recognize what's true and what's not, and tell me where you want to go."

……

The lamp was suddenly turned on, casting a flower-shaped shadow on the dining table.

A second ago, I was still wandering on the street, and when I ran out of strength, I stayed at an empty bus stop.The next second, I suddenly sat at the dining table in my house with a birthday cake in front of me!
Mom and Dad smiled softly: "Happy Birthday."

Is it my birthday today?
I stood up in a daze, and touched my back with my backhand.

A smooth slice.

The shirt was dry, with warm flesh underneath.

I threw myself to the window to look at the moon.

The thunderstorm, the tattoo artist, the passer-by without feet, are all my dreams?

(End of this chapter)