Penitent hand, trembling slightly

When she woke up the next day, Shen Maomao felt that something was wrong.

No, it should be wrong everywhere.

She was lying on the small bed in her own room, and she could still smell the aroma of vegetables from the kitchen, which was no different from the mornings of the previous few days.

If the wound on her shoulder was not still aching, she would almost think that the scenes that shook her mind yesterday were just fantasies produced by her fear.

She put on her clothes and socks by herself, kicked on her slippers, opened the door of the room and went out.

As soon as she came to the living room, she was startled by a person sitting upright on the sofa.On the left eye of that person was the wound she poked out with the umbrella, and the blood had already solidified on his face—it was Father Shen.

But at this moment, he was not breathing.

Wearing an apron, with a smile on her face, Shen's mother walked into the living room with a plate of delicious and delicious dishes, and then put the dishes on the coffee table: "Maomao, are you awake? Does your headache hurt? Or else mom will You asked for leave so you don't go to school?"

Shen Maomao didn't answer her question, but looked in horror at Father Shen who was already out of breath on the sofa, and asked back: "Mom... Dad..."

Shen's mother said happily: "Look, I said Dad will change back, right? Now Dad is slowly changing, and he won't attack us. When he completely changes, he will become the old man who played with Mao Mao again." Don’t be afraid, Maomao, you poked daddy’s eyes, do you want to apologize to daddy?”

It's over!Mama Shen is broken! !

Shen Maomao was able to bend and stretch, and immediately apologized to the corpse: "I'm sorry Dad, but if you bully Mom again in the future, I will still beat you."

Shen's mother was so happy that she kissed her forehead: "The daughter is indeed mother's caring little padded jacket! Well, Mao Mao should have no fever, and can go to school now."

Shen Maomao asked again: "Mom, how did we come back yesterday?"

Shen's mother didn't say it directly, but changed the subject abruptly: "Of course, Mom asked Dad to take you all the way back, ah! I saw that our dishes are ready, so I'll go and pick them up. Today I have your favorite fish-flavored pork Silk!"

After finishing speaking, she walked briskly into the kitchen, humming a song to serve the dishes, and left a little carrot head to get along with the dead body in the living room.

Shen Maomao is really kind, but also a little scared.

But she didn't know whether to be afraid of the corpse first, or the mother Shen who made the corpse first.

While she was debating whether to stay or go to the kitchen for a while, Father Shen's intact eyeball suddenly moved in his direction!

Shen Maomao was shocked from head to toe, turned around and rushed into the kitchen, almost colliding with Shen's mother who was carrying the dishes.

Mother Shen said: "You child, why are you so reckless?"

Shen Maomao nervously made up a reason: "I...I don't like dad, he bullies me and mom."

Shen's mother smiled and said: "Then Maomao just likes mother all the time." Then she took the plate in one hand and led her into the living room with the other.

The family of three had breakfast on the coffee table, and Shen Maomao couldn't eat.

After eating, Shen's mother locked the door behind her, picked up the black umbrella that was left at the door at some time, and took Shen Maomao out.

The tip of the umbrella was still stained with some unidentified liquid, like blood, or some kind of tissue in the eyeball...

It didn't rain today.

But Shen's mother held up the black umbrella, took Shen Maomao's little hand, and led her to the school step by step.

As usual, they parted at the school gate. The stiff Shen Maomao moved his shoulders, looked at the blue scratch on his hand, and sighed.

She didn't know what happened to Shen's mother.

Does she want to kill herself?Or do you want to kill yourself?

It's useless to think too much, Shen Maomao walked into the class with a nervous mood.

It was still early, and there was only one person in the classroom, and it was Lou Jingmo.

Shen Maomao trotted all the way back to his seat, stuffed his schoolbag into the chest of the desk, and said mysteriously, "Sister Lou! I almost died yesterday!"

"Oh." Lou Jingmo said calmly.

Shen Maomao suddenly felt that his little experience was not enough for what to do, and he couldn't get into Sister Lou's eyes at all.

It happened that other players also came to the class, and the two held hands and went out to exchange information unilaterally.

They slipped out through the back door and stood by the door talking, Shen Maomao simply told everything about last night.

After listening to her narration, Lou Jingmo couldn't help laughing: "Shen Maomao, you are lucky."

Shen Maomao nodded frantically: "I think so too! I'm not dead because of so many blames, but my shoulder still hurts, but it doesn't affect much."

"That's not what I mean." Lou Jingmo said, "I mean——if you leave your cheap mother and run away by yourself, it is very likely that you will face the pursuit of two people now."

Shen Maomao suddenly realized: "!!"

yes!She hadn't thought of that at all yesterday!

Shen's mother can destroy the monster made up of strange men and grandmothers in one move, and can also treat the alienated Shen's father to be honest and obedient, her own strength must be higher than the two.

With such a big killer, did she actually use her to save her last night?

After thinking about it for a while, Shen Maomao was suddenly very happy.

If she had chosen to run away by herself and leave Mama Shen alone, would she have been the one sitting on the sofa this morning?

Lou Jingmo said again: "Don't think too much, since you have made a choice that is beneficial to you, just hug your thighs. This dungeon has no logic, and the way to find the exit may depend on the npc."

Shen Maomao suddenly felt a heavy burden on her shoulders, and she couldn't help being a little nervous: "I, I, I, I, I, I will work hard!!"

The corner of Lou Jingmo's mouth twitched: "Did you get blood?"

Shen Maomao clenched his fists: "I will try my best to find the exit and lead you to lie down and win!"

Lou Jingmo hooked the corner of his mouth: "With me here, why do you need me to lie down and win?"

What a domineering Nima.

Shen Maomao was speechless for a while, and retorted after a long time: "I can't hug my thigh forever... Don't I want to be a big boss by myself one day, so that others can look up to me?"

Lou Jingmo smiled and said very arrogantly: "Even if I stand with you, you can still be looked up to by most people."

Shen Maomao was almost moved to tears.

The next second, there was a sudden thunderclap, and the heavy rain came suddenly and poured down, instantly dousing her into a drowned chicken.

As for Lou Jingmo...

As early as the thunder sounded, she had already sprinted into the rain shelter of the teaching building, and then walked into the building unhurriedly.

Shen Maomao wiped his face and rushed into the teaching building.After running to Lou Jingmo's side, she asked angrily: "Didn't you say that you want to bring me to be looked up to by others! Why did you leave me to hide from the rain?!"

"Oh." Lou Jingmo said lightly, "I was bragging just now."

Shen Maomao: "???"

Rubbish Lou Jingmo, wasting her feelings!

Lou Jingmo narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

Shen Maomao counseled very spinelessly: "I didn't, I was just thinking about how to get out of this game!"

Lou Jingmo glanced at the office of the first-year group, then quickly looked away, and said softly: "Class is about to start, let's go back first."

The two walked back to the classroom and saw the remaining players, including Jin Mao and Ren Yue.

There are still 10 minutes before class starts, and there are only ten people sitting in the classroom.Those who didn't come, I'm afraid they won't come again in the future.

Everyone is a player, so naturally there is no taboo, and they sit together directly.

The golden retriever slapped a broken black umbrella on the table of the two of them, looking tired and yawning: "I thought I wouldn't be able to come this morning."

After going back last night, his house has become a sea of ​​black umbrellas.From his cheap parents to the servants at home, everyone has a black umbrella, whether they are inside or outside the house, they have to hold an umbrella, and the rainwater from the umbrella is constantly dripping from nowhere, making the smooth floor dirty. Soggy.

Seeing this situation as soon as he got home, how could he dare to put down the umbrella?He learned from others to avoid becoming an outlier, and he also moved around with an umbrella in the house, but nothing really happened.

Until night, he locked the door of the room to sleep, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, he found a circle of people standing beside the bed, all of them holding black umbrellas, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, which made him wake up all of a sudden. He pissed off and grabbed the black umbrella he had placed by the bed and propped it open.

The black umbrella covered his small body, and the demons and ghosts slowly dispersed as if they couldn't see him suddenly.

But in the second half of the night, he didn't dare to sleep, so he sat on the head of the bed holding an umbrella, covering himself with his little quilt.

It wasn't until dawn that he squinted in a daze for half an hour, and was called up to go to school by the servant who returned to normal.

During the meal, he put the umbrella on the table in his room. When he came back from the meal, he found that the umbrella was completely broken—the surface of the umbrella was covered with various scratches, and the ribs were also broken. In two halves, I don't know whether it is man-made or natural...

Lou Jingmo looked at the umbrella and said, "It's not artificial."

Occasionally, one-time props will be refreshed in the dungeon, which can only be used in this dungeon. This umbrella is such a prop, and it will be automatically destroyed after being used once.

Shen Maomao was puzzled: "But why doesn't the umbrella break in the hands of the scavenger?"

Lou Jingmo guessed: "It's probably not an umbrella."

The dungeon will give the scavenger preferential treatment, but it does not treat the scavenger like his own son. At most, he will be given some reminders to ensure his own safety. Whether he can survive depends on whether the scavenger himself has enough IQ.

Yue Changping probably knew part of the plot of the game through his identity as a scavenger.

"The black umbrella must have some special effect. Judging from the current information, the person holding the black umbrella will be mistaken for the same kind by the ghosts and will not be attacked." She concluded, "It's just that we are not sure yet. Can a black umbrella be just any black umbrella, or does it need a specific style; can all black umbrellas only be used once, or are there different types of umbrellas..."

The author has something to say: I am on the moon, I just got off the rocket, thank you for the invitation.

I'm sorry, I don't have a sense of time when it comes to holidays, and I always forget to set the manuscript in advance qwq