I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

On a Friday at the end of the month, it was pouring rain outside. On a whim, I finished a few sets of real questions that rarely interested me, but when I looked at them again, I found that I had missed the appointment with my father.

Dad called me more than a dozen times in a row, one after another, but I turned on mute and didn’t hear any of them.

I called back and heard my father’s unclear voice: “Hello?”

"Dad, I've finished the questions, come and pick me up." I said while packing my schoolbag.

There was a tinkling sound over there, and I heard it, like the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.

After a few seconds, my father's voice rang again: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for you? I have almost called you hundreds of times, and you don't know how to answer any of them."

"You are wrong." I corrected, "You only made 12 calls in total."

My original intention was to stop him from exaggerating, but he was so angry that he hung up the phone.

Ah, my dad's temper is getting worse and worse. He just said a few words and he couldn't stand it anymore.

But then I thought about it, the voice on the other end of the phone had already stated that he should be enjoying dinner at home now, so I'd better go home by myself.

Just as I picked up my schoolbag and was about to leave, my mother called me again.

"Hello, Mom." I said hello as usual.

"Why are you angry with your dad again?" Mom's helplessness can be heard with one ear.

again? I also want to ask, why did I make my dad angry again? My test scores haven't dropped recently, and I've won several provincial awards. Didn't he give a speech two days ago?

This is not the first time that such unwarranted and inexplicable accusations have appeared. Even though they are spitting, it is still difficult for me to understand their anger and sadness.

"I'm not angry with him, he is angry." I stated the facts.

"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you, and you can take a taxi back. Also... I'm thinking about my birthday the day after tomorrow."

"I have Teacher Li's class the day after tomorrow."

"I know, please take half a day off, okay?"

"Birthdays happen every year." I don't understand, what's so good about birthdays? Isn't this Good Friday to commemorate my mother?

"Your brother just wants you to spend his birthday with him. Is it that difficult?"

"My project will be reported next week, and the project is more important."

After a moment of silence, my mother's tone became even colder: "I'll transfer you some more money, and you can eat out tonight."

"Okay." I knew my mother might also be angry. The reason why it was "possible" was because I didn't have these emotional fluctuations and it was difficult for me to take part in it.

But more than ten years of getting along with each other is enough for me to detect the emotions behind their words through changes in tone.

I hung up the phone decisively and automatically blocked out the nonsense that followed, which was just trying to talk about me and make me more humane.

Can human kindness be eaten? I stand tall and firm, and can bring much more glory than that idiot brother.

I stood under the teaching building, preparing to go back when the rain had subsided. While I was standing there, I memorized four more pages of an English dictionary.

I stood in the most conspicuous C position under the eaves. Everyone who knew me avoided my area and walked to the side.

Although it was very late, students were still leaving one after another. Either their parents were late to pick them up, or they were waiting for their friends to go home with them. During this period, some strange classmates came back to the dormitory with an umbrella.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the heavy rain turned to light rain. I put all the books in my schoolbag, hung my schoolbag in front of me, and rushed into the rain curtain with my head lowered while holding my schoolbag.

The rain was a bit cold, especially when it dripped on skin that was not covered by clothes.

I ran to the security booth at the school gate in one breath. The security guard was not there, so I patted the raindrops falling on my body and prepared to take a taxi.

"Wang..."

A wet stray dog ​​squatted on the side of the road, with all its hair hanging down, looking so listless. It lowered its head, and every time the raindrops fell, it knocked its head downward again, as if it could no longer withstand any force.

Can such a stupid little thing survive until tomorrow? I suddenly became curious. While waiting for the bus, I silently watched it move in my direction step by step, probably because I saw that it could take shelter from the rain.

A beam of light approached quickly in the distance without any intention of braking. I watched the dumb puppy trying to move forward, and I felt a little desolate in my heart.

Look, this is a fool. He knows that he can survive better by retreating, but he still runs forward with all his strength. For what?

In an instant, the stray dog ​​raised its head. Its eyes seemed to have no focus, and it seemed to be looking at me.

My body moved uncontrollably, and I ran forward quickly, hugging it tightly. At the same moment, the harsh sound of the horn penetrated my eardrums, and I was knocked out by the car.

The pain in my body prevented me from getting up from the ground. I couldn't even move any further.

The headlights of the car hurt my eyes. I squinted my eyes and vaguely heard footsteps approaching amid the sound of rain.

Probably the driver.

I thought to myself, feeling him getting closer step by step, and finally running away quickly.

I tried to open my eyes, but I only saw his running back.

My body hurt so much, I thought, I must look very embarrassed.

It’s just that I can’t figure it out, how could he escape so easily and leave me still alive?

I'm alive!

The death of people like me is a loss to the world!

I wanted to shout to him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, streams of liquid splashed out from my mouth, and the smell of rust instantly filled my mouth.

My heart was in my throat as I watched the car turn around and drive away.

"Wang..."

The stray dog ​​swung its tail beside me. I was lucky that it wasn't hit by a car.

But it wouldn't ask for help for me. It probably knew that I had just saved it. It kept licking my face as if to wake me up.

"Wang... Wang Wang..."

It seemed to be screaming at someone.

The rain seemed to have stopped. No, it didn't stop. It was an umbrella that appeared next to me.

I wanted to raise my head but couldn't. I couldn't move my whole body. A pair of black shoes came into view, as well as familiar school pants.

My throat trembled and I wanted to speak, but I didn't expect to spit out more blood.

"Is it Li Ming?"

The other party actually knows me? very nice.

But then, there was a hint of laughter in his voice: "Don't you always say that we are all fools? Hahahaha."

I suddenly realized, who is this fool? When encountering an accident like this, I didn’t know to call 120 first.

He left without any psychological burden, but he still cursed "You are the fool".

I was disappointed, really, not because he didn't save me, but because he didn't know that if he didn't save me, it would be recorded by the school's surveillance system. If I die, he will have nothing to gain.

How can the school keep a person who refuses to save him?

The ground is so hard and I'm so cold.

I don't know whether the liquid flowing from the corner of my mouth is rain or blood, and I don't know where the dog went.

……

"Mr. Li, Mrs. Li, Li Ming is really a very smart and brave child. The perpetrator has been caught. You must express your condolences."

I heard someone talking, and when I regained consciousness, I saw my head teacher standing in front of my parents, comforting them.

Dad hugged Mom's shoulders, and both of them were silent.

It wasn't until the head teacher left that I heard the conversation between the two of them.

"What should I do? What should I tell Xiang Xiang when I get back?"

"Don't talk to Xiangxiang for now. Anyway...he doesn't come back often. Just tell Xiangxiang that he went out to compete."

"Hey, what's all this?"

"He always treats others as fools. Who would have thought that he would do such a stupid thing."

Their figures were getting farther and farther away, and I couldn't follow them away, but I vaguely heard them discussing how to celebrate my stupid brother's birthday.

Tsk, this world doesn’t need idiots.

Sure enough, I shouldn't expect anything from a fool.

But why, my chest hurts a little.