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Chapter 1122 The World of Ono (2)

The wall clock reads 08:30.

There was no one walking on the road outside the house.

I... either stay at home with two smiling adults who look like my parents or I run out.

You may get lost, be abducted, or meet someone without feet...

"Ono."

Mom cut me a triangular cake.

Her hair is golden.

"Mom..." I said with a trembling voice, "Your hair is so beautiful, like, gold..."

Dad laughed: "You child, your mouth is very sweet today."

I feel colder.

It was colder than the rain in the street just now.

The blind sister said, recognize what is true and what is false...

Then, can I see her again?
She will help me out of these troubles...

Mom put a fork in my hand.

The cake must be very sweet, the sweet smell and the smell of strawberries made me dizzy, and I couldn't help but think of the weird story my father told me before-if you are treated by strange strangers, don't eat the food they give you.

Maybe it's a crushed toad, a rotting spider, a mouse in a hole...

I stood up suddenly!

The tablecloth was hanging from the buttons, the pretty little cake was overturned, and the custard was split, thankfully, it wasn't a mixture of those disgusting things...

"Xiaoye?" Dad frowned horribly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... feel a little dizzy, I want to sleep..."

My mother took my temperature: "It seems to have a fever, I will take him up to rest."

I found that she was much colder when talking to her father.

She sent me to the second floor, closed the bedroom door and hugged me suddenly, and kept saying sorry to me, I froze for a moment, followed her hand to touch my back, it was cold and hard, like being covered Nail.

"What exactly is this……"

She kept shaking her head and crying hard.

I pushed her away and let her out.

In the mirror, those black stone flakes reflected the light, and I seemed to hear them laughing at me.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up!"

The mirror was smashed to pieces, revealing countless patches of blackness.

All my hopes for a better life were destroyed when the tattoo artist arrived.

……

Dad is away again.

I wanted to go out with him, but he didn't agree.

My mother seems to have quit her job, and I don’t know what to do in the study every day. I picked up her paintings in the trash can, and the man in the painting is covered in bruises—he looks very scared.

Is this true?

I look in the mirror.

The mirror looked at me too.

This is the fragment of the big mirror that fell into the corner after it was smashed, only the size of a palm. I put it away carefully, because I can see another self in it.

That is, I live in another parallel world.

He is not having a good time.

Because he was living a lie: if he didn't want to be sent back to the orphanage, he had to help his father lie.I sympathize with him, and I sympathize with the mothers in that world.

By the way, her hair is blonde.

"Are you real?" I murmured.

I watched the blond woman in the mirror pick up a bag of bonito flakes from the bar, and she frowned in distaste and threw it in the trash.

"Don't you like bonito flakes?"

I couldn't help asking one more question.

She can't hear me.

Of course, there was still no response.

……

Dad is home.

……

It's raining.

There were thunderstorms for many days in a row.

They were arguing upstairs again.

……

The TV said that a dangerous animal appeared everywhere.

The host is showing us how to wear a blindfold.

Two neighbors went out together to buy blindfolds.

They never came back.

"You're crazy! You're going to kill us...I won't let you kill my son!" Mom yelled upstairs.

I'm messed up.

Hearing her say that, I should be moved.

Why, I'm so scared, as if something bad is about to happen...

I went upstairs and knocked on the door.

The door of the study room was not closed, and they wrestled together at the door of the collection room, and they separated when they saw me coming.

"God wouldn't like you like this..."

My mother interrupted me angrily: "We are all dying, when will God reach out to help us?! You, don't make trouble here, get down!"

In the end, it was my father who sent me back.

He patted me on the shoulder and said it's okay, I won't die with him.

I hurriedly broke away from him, for fear that he would find what was on my back!

"I'm sleepy, Dad..."

"Sleep, sweet dream."

"...Don't quarrel, okay?"

"it is good."

……

I didn't sleep all night.

The next morning, my father appeared by my bedside with hot milk. He was very worried because my mother was crazy.

He moved the furniture out one by one, and herded mother into the empty children's room.

I suddenly grabbed him.

"Don't live here! Don't let her live here!"

"Why? Ono, be obedient, this is the most suitable for her."

I desperately begged him to change places, anywhere.

He probably thinks I'm going crazy too...

The food at home is not enough, and the meal that my father brings in is even less than what I eat. I found a jar of small biscuits in the new bedroom and planned to share some with my mother.Although she is crazy, I think she looks at me very gently.

Eat something more, maybe it can be cured.

……

But what do I see?
The light of lightning shone on mother's face.

Pale, dry, lifeless.

Dad was behind her, wrapping a long scarf around her neck... Seeing me, he panicked.

"You killed her..."

"You are a murderer."

I hear myself calmly making a judgment call.

Dad caught up and explained that I was too scared to stay where I was, the scarf was good quality - I didn't want to be strangled by it!

On a rainy night, I ran out without an eye mask.

There is always rainwater falling into my eyes.

There were no more footsteps behind, he stopped chasing, I fell down from exhaustion, and then saw a blind stick.

"help me……"

"The only one who can save you is yourself," she said.

"Everything I see is fake, right?"

The blind sister put the umbrella on top of my head and said, "That's what you saw, why are you asking me?"

What is true and what is false?
If beauty is built on lies, should you choose to expose the truth, or just avoid it?

Does evasion work?
Shards of the mirror fell out of my pocket.

I saw many dead bodies inside, including my father.

It turned out that he was dead...

It's time for me to accept reality.

……

"Are you awake? Hey, dinner is ready. If you don't get up again, you will have nothing to eat."

I struggled to open my eyes.

"You are... Brother Qian?"

"Isn't this nonsense, why did your child sleep so stupidly after sleeping, haha!"

He pushed me a bowl of instant noodles.

This, he said, was the last meal they would eat with me.

"you……"

I didn't ask any more questions.

They must not be ordinary people.

perhaps……

This is the hand that God reaches out to us.

(End of this chapter)