Kill the game! Become a villain in a mysterious world

Chapter 37 Hunting Bureau

"Still having a fever?"

When Quan Heng finished half the bowl of porridge, the woman took the porcelain bowl and put it aside, and touched Quan Heng's forehead with her cold hand.

Quan Heng's fingers on the quilt were slightly curled up, hooking the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and she lowered her eyes tiredly. The tail of her eyes slightly protruded diagonally upward, which made her appear noble, but the corners of her eyes were naturally curved downwards, and her eyes were lowered. It is warm and gentle at the same time.

The woman looked at her for a moment, always feeling something strange.

Her age, body, and memory have all receded along with the dream. Why hasn't this feeling changed for her?

"Mom, do you have anything else to say?"

Quan Heng looked at her and curved his lips kindly.

"It doesn't matter to me, you can go and rest."

"No," the woman reacted and smiled, "Today is your birthday. Mom bought you a cake. Haven't you always wanted to eat birthday cake? Although you don't want to eat too much if you have a fever, it's okay to eat a small piece. "

"Come, let me push the wheelchair over for you, and mom will take you there."

[Wan Liao, I think Quan Heng is completely confused. As expected, only mother is the best in the world. This is so unwary]

[Listen up, idiots upstairs, Ghost Mother’s ability is completely exploiting psychological loopholes. You are dreaming, and your consciousness is not clear. How many deep dreams have you seen that are controlled by others? Really convinced]

[Hiss, although I am legally illiterate, I am not illiterate. Who has nothing to do to study criminal law? And just that teasing "I don't mind", is it something Quan Heng can say? ? ]

[It’s normal for a child to act like a baby. Who doesn’t act like a baby with their mother?]

[You act coquettishly and are pampered, Quan Heng will be killed]

"...Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!"

The woman only moved her mouth. After singing the birthday song, she clapped her hands and looked tenderly at Quan Heng, who was warmed by the firelight in the darkness.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish."

Quan Heng lowered his eyes, with the faint candlelight flickering in his eyes, and said softly:

"Give this birthday wish to my mother. I suffered so much when I was born. What wish does my mother want to make?"

The woman seemed stunned for a moment, then smiled more gently: "Mom, I hope to be by your side forever, love you and take care of you forever."

"Then how can I fulfill your wish?"

Quan Heng raised his eyes to look at her.

"I will give anything to fulfill your wish."

The woman was completely stunned. She saw a numb stubbornness in the eyes that were as calm as dead water, like the cold and suffocating sea water receding, revealing rugged and withered rocks.

She suddenly felt a little scared, and her intuition told her that she could not continue, but there was only one last step left for victory. The woman took a deep breath to suppress this unknown emotion, picked up a gift box from the seat of the chair at hand, and pushed it away. Open it in front of Quan Heng.

It was a pair of blood-black buttons.

The long needle that had not been wiped clean of blood lay quietly next to the button.

"As long as you wear it, mom can be with you forever."

"Don't you want to live with your mother forever?"

Quan Heng's pupils moved slightly: "Really?"

The candles on the cake were more than half burned, and the woman forced out a slightly stiff smile and nodded gently: "Yes."

Quan Heng looked at the woman quietly for a few seconds, then the corners of his mouth slowly curved up, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Okay, I'll make it happen for you."

"But it doesn't have to be as troublesome as stitches."

"Varied……"

The woman's voice was suddenly stuck as she spoke. Quan Heng across from him stretched out his right hand, picked up the silver knife next to the dinner plate and stabbed it into his eyeball!

The barrage of curse words and the woman were instantly stunned.

"Strange thing..." Quan Heng twisted the silver knife in his hand, and his eyelids were cut in half by the blade while blinking, "Why doesn't it hurt?"

The room began to tremble, the walls kept falling off, all illusions were disintegrating, the woman kept trembling, feeling that everything in the dream was slowly and forcefully breaking away from her control.

Only two of the cheap colorful candles on the cake were burned to the end, and they were struggling to shake the candlelight.

In the gradually approaching darkness, Quan Heng regretfully pulled out the silver knife and gently put it aside.

"Let me try another way, Mom, be simple and direct."

As she spoke, her fingers dug into the eye socket and removed the right eyeball alive.

A pair of buttons protruded from the woman's eyes, and she trembled: "Why are you, you're not..."

Quan Heng looked at her, with a gentle and encouraging smile in his remaining left eye.

An idea flashed in the woman's mind, and she stood up and asked in horror and anger:

"——You haven't lost your memory?!"

Quan Heng's smile deepened, and he slowly put the gouged eyes back into their sockets, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

"I finally guessed it."

She sighed and slowly leaned back in the chair.

All the candles on the cake were extinguished at this moment, darkness surged in, and the house collapsed on all sides.

The icy wind rushed up in the next second, sweeping away the dust and gravel, and the world became clear.

The floor turned into stone slabs, the tables turned into gravel, rocks rose from the ground, and the buildings and streets were replaced by the waves washing into the sky. It was as if the stars had changed in the blink of an eye, the sea had changed, and the noisy human fireworks turned into lonely mountains, rivers and vast seas.

"This is a place I always come to."

The two of them were located on a man-made rocky coast, just a stone's throw away from the splashing waves.

Quan Heng folded his hands and rested them on his lower abdomen, looking far away at the sea.

"Mom, do you think it's beautiful?"

The faceless woman stiffened her body, and the parasitic ghost mother inside was not in the mood to listen at all, looking around irritably.

Quan Heng felt her anxiety, looked back, and said proactively: "Actually, you can tell whether I am pretending to be simple or not."

The ghost mother immediately looked at her.

"sit."

Quan Heng raised his hand, and a chair immediately appeared beside Ghost Mother, but she still stood alert.

Quan Heng smiled, and regardless of whether the ghost mother would appreciate it, he withdrew his gaze and looked away again.

"Actually, it's very simple. No matter how calm a fourteen-year-old boy is, he will still be limited by his age and qualifications. I was not as good-tempered as I am now."

The ghost mother's mouth twitched when she heard this.

good temper?

You don't have a good temper now, do you?

"I was much more difficult to get along with before than now." Quan Heng said, she knew what the ghost mother was thinking.

The ghost mother sneered vigilantly: "Really?"

"Why, you are so unfriendly after being controlled." Quan Heng tilted his head and smiled slightly, "Are you anxious?"

The ghost mother was annoyed: "You——"

"Let me guess," Quan Heng fiddled with the beads, "The reason you are so afraid of me is because I said last night, 'I'll help you kill someone, and you'll help me deal with the trouble,' right?"

The ghost mother's face with uneven features froze, and her fingers curled up nervously.

"I have never agreed to cooperate, and I am not even willing to make false promises. It is because I know your ability to promise, but then suddenly agreed to kill people in violation of regulations... This is so abnormal, so abnormal that you are convinced that I am a cheat.

"After all, the only ones who can kill people indiscriminately are ghost cards. There is no precedent for ghost cards in the auditions, but there are such outrageous things as predicting the plot eighteen times, so what else is impossible?"

Quan Heng said slowly and clearly:

"Or maybe you already knew or expected me to draw the evil card of 'indiscriminate killing', so you said 'draw a suitable card', and you wanted to use me as a 'knife'.

"But you didn't get the promise to be the 'sheath', so you wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible after Peng Qinan's death to prevent me from killing you for double rewards and ghost missions."

The ghost mother's face became even more ugly.

"You said..." Quan Heng rubbed the red tourmaline with his fingertips and sighed with a smile, "How could I expose such a big loophole?"

"I still showed my flaws when I took the initiative to trade with you. I even opened champagne during the dinner chat and revealed that I had been to the sixth floor. This added fuel to the fire and made you eager to make a move to kill me.

"——Isn't it strange?"

The ghost mother bit her lip and said nothing.

Quan Heng stopped pressing.

She closed her eyes, feeling that the fishy smell in the sea breeze was stronger than she remembered.

"The water here is very cold, especially in winter. If your thick clothes are full of water, they will pull you down like a water ghost." Quan Heng raised his hand as if to hold the wind, but his voice also disappeared with the wind, " But at the time, I wasn’t struggling.”

"By the way, I forgot to tell you," Quan Heng suppressed his emotions, tilted his head and smiled, "There are not many humans who can completely control dreams, but unfortunately, I am one of them."

"My dear mother, this is indeed a trap, but you are not hunting me."

I don't know when the waves have already reached a height of 100 meters, forming a high wall of death that blocks the sky and the sun.

Quan Heng's smile deepened, and he reached out his hand casually as he spoke, "——It's me, hunting you."

"Pah." She snapped her fingers lightly, and then there was a loud noise, and the waves crashed down!

The ghost mother wanted to leave but couldn't move at all. She was forcefully pulled into a chair and forced to sit under the death sickle with Quan Heng.

"Mom, don't be afraid," Quan Heng said with a gentle smile, "I will present a bouquet of daffodils in front of your tombstone."

Daffodils…

The ghost mother opened her mouth in disbelief and was swallowed up by the huge wave before questioning in shock.

The sky and the earth are dead silent, and the seagulls are chirping.