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"If anything happens, call the security duty room directly."

After Xia Mingchi finished his explanation, he continued to patrol.

Just as he was about to leave, someone opened the door at 402.

It is to pay Qingchou.

Lu Qihuai: "The other players are here now?"

Fu Qingchou and Meng Yijie met face to face, and then glanced around the room.

Xia Mingchi knew who he was looking for, "Zhou Zheng wasn't with us."

"Oh." Fu Qingchou said.

His words were even less than that of Meng Yijie.

After all, Meng Yijie is just a social fear, and when she gets familiar with her, she will talk more, while Fu Qingchou is really cold and cold.

Meng Yijie: "Go and do your work, I will watch over the residential building with Fu Qingchou."

That night.

The piano sounded, and there was no intention of stopping.

In reality, it may be a child of a certain family practicing the piano, but in the game, the sound of the piano continues until one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Meng Yijie couldn't bear it anymore and opened the door.Fu Qingchou, who was on the opposite side, heard Meng Yijie's voice and followed her out.

Apparently, he too was too noisy to rest.

The security duty room was some distance away from the residential building, and the two of them decided to solve the noise disturbance at midnight by themselves first.

The source of the noise was quickly identified, it was Meng Yijie's downstairs household.

Fu Qingchou knocked for a long time, but the door was still closed, but the sound of the piano never stopped.

Meng Yijie shouted, "Is anyone there?"

The only response to her was the echo of the corridor.

Meng Yijie and Fu Qingchou went back to room 401. There was a landline in 401, and the post-it sticker on the landline said the phone number of the security duty room.

The game is ready for them.

"What happened?" Xia Mingchi's voice came from the receiver.

Meng Yijie sighed, "The noise disturbs the people, Fu Qingchou and I can't knock on the door."

No matter how sweet the sound of the ding ding dong dong piano is, it can still cause headaches in the middle of the night.

This time, it was four players who knocked on the door together.

Through the crack of the door, the hostess inside is in her 30s with a gentle appearance.

"you……"

Xia Mingchi: "What happened to the piano?"

The hostess simply opened the door directly to face the north. On the piano placed between the living room and the dining room, a little girl was practicing.

Xia Mingchi: "What time is it? A neighbor has complained that you are disturbing the people."

The hostess apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we will pay attention to it in the future."

The players came to 401, and the downstairs was quiet again.

It was solved so easily?

Xia Ming couldn't believe it, and always felt that something was wrong.He kept recalling the appearance of the hostess, "Do you think that the mother downstairs looks like a person?"

Fu Qingchou nodded.

They looked at Meng Yijie at the same time.

When the downstairs door opened, Meng Yijie said "ah" in a low voice, then said nothing, her face pale.

She rarely walks behind other players, but this time she dawdles, full of thoughts.

Lu Qihuai asked: "Do you know her?"

Meng Yijie nodded, her eye circles were red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.She struggled to control her emotions, but felt like a stick in her throat.

"She is my mother."

Xia Mingchi was surprised, "Is the little girl playing the piano your sister?"

"I'm an only child."

"That child was you when you were young..." Fu Qingchou said.

Meng Yijie nodded.

She knew that both "mother" and "herself" were pretending to be NPCs.However, the layout and furnishings downstairs are exactly the same as my childhood home.

That familiar feeling rushed towards her face, evoking Meng Yijie's childhood memories.

Meng Yijie took out a tissue from the table, wiped away her tears, and spoke calmly. "The game has to play the family card in this dungeon, and they are all fake."

"The woman downstairs is not my mother. She passed away very early, and the child is not me. I really wanted to learn piano when I was a child, but because my family was poor, I couldn't afford it."

Xia Mingchi said: "That's what I said, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to control your emotions when the time comes."

"It's simple," Meng Yi said with a frosty face, holding a table knife tightly in his hand.

"If you find that I can't think rationally and drag everyone down, kill me directly."

The next morning.

Xia Mingchi received a call from Meng Yijie in the duty room, saying that the hostess downstairs caused trouble for everyone because the children were too noisy practicing the piano, and invited them to have dinner at home at noon.

"Xiaojie said you were her teacher, so I found out that you lived upstairs from my house. What a coincidence." Meng's mother warmly shook Meng Yijie's hand twice, "Reporting to class and picking up and dropping off are all done by the child's father. , so I didn't recognize you last night."

Meng Yijie's mouth moved, and it took a long time to spit out two words, "It's okay."

When she was a child, she sat at the dining table without saying a word, like a dummy.

Mother Meng said again: "Everyone sit down casually. My husband has gone shopping for vegetables and will be back soon. I will cut fruits for everyone."

Taking advantage of Meng's mother's departure, Meng Yijie spoke slowly.

"My dad never picked me up..."

When she was a child, she longed for her father's love very much, but in the process of growing up, her father was always missing.

She didn't want Dad to be home either.

Because, someone else's father can bring a sense of security, but her father will only bring harm.

His fists hit his mother and her, his mother cried hysterically, and there were many scars on his body...

It was her childhood nightmare.

If only I could escape.

If you escape, it will be fine if your father doesn't find you.

If only mom could get a divorce.

Why can't you leave, why don't you judge to leave.

Why didn't Dad hit the judge who pronounced the sentence? Let him also try the feeling of being punched.

Xia Mingchi said softly, "Sister Meng..."

He tried to wake up Meng Yijie from the past memories.

Meng Yijie sniffed and turned to the little girl who was sitting blankly.

The so-called, childhood self - Xiaomeng.

Xiao Meng's eyes were fixed on the toys on the coffee table, and he basically ignored the players, feeling bored, as if immersed in his own world.

Meng Yijie recalled, "It was my favorite building block in childhood."

She got up and walked to the coffee table, picked up one of the parts, and showed it to others.

It's made of plastic, sort of like a Lego minifigure, with a mosaic face.

"I was very withdrawn at that time, only this little person was with me," Meng Yijie smiled wryly, "I regarded her as my best friend."

Seeing Meng Yijie taking the toy, Xiao Meng snatched the little man over and held it in his hand without making a sound.

Someone came back at the door, carrying vegetables in his hand.

Mother Meng came out of the kitchen when she heard the voice, "Husband, come and kill the fish, I can't handle it myself."

As if he couldn't see the player, Father Meng affectionately helped his wife comb her hair around her ears, changed her shoes, patted her daughter's cheek, tied up her apron and went into the kitchen.

He looks like a good husband and father.

All eyes were on Meng Yijie.

Meng Yijie shook her head, "He won't do this, it's fake, it's all fake."

As he said this, tears poured out uncontrollably.

She had imagined countless times in her childhood that she had a warm home and a piano of her own.

I didn't get it when I was a child, but it was realized in the dungeon.

But this kind of happiness is like a mirror image, an illusory beauty.

Indulging in it will sink deeper and deeper, and keeping yourself awake all the time is like cutting flesh in your heart-it hurts.

Xia Mingchi was a little worried about her, "Sister Meng, why don't you just say that you have to work overtime, let's go back first?"

"No need!" Meng Yijie said, "I want to see what the game wants to do."

Sure enough, the gentle and refined Father Meng suddenly became irritable when he entered the door.

He yelled in the kitchen: "A dead woman, she can't even kill a fish! Trash! What's the use of marrying you!"

Then there was a crisp slap.

Xiao Meng, who was sitting with the player, ran into the kitchen, Xia Mingchi followed behind the girl.

I saw Mother Meng curled up on the kitchen floor, covering her red and swollen cheeks with her hands.Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were full of horror.

Father Meng's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he stared at his wife like an angry King Kong.

Xiao Meng went up and tried to snatch the kitchen knife from his father.

"Don't...don't hit Mommy...Dad! Please!"

The girl was only six or seven years old, and she knelt down in front of Father Meng with a plop, begging him bitterly.

Meng's father suddenly smiled at his daughter. He still looked like a loving father, but his smile was creepy.

He grabbed Xiaomeng's face with his hands and pulled her away.

"Daughter is such a caring little padded jacket... But, it would be great if you were a boy!"

Father Meng turned his attention back to his wife, threw the kitchen knife casually, grabbed his wife's wrist and pulled her closer to him.

Mother Meng's body was shaking constantly, and she couldn't make any sound due to fear. She didn't know what her husband would do.

"A trash who can't give birth to a son..." Father Meng scolded.

Even though she knew it was a lie, Meng Yijie who was beside her couldn't listen anymore.

Because the scene in the kitchen had really happened when she was a child, even the words were the same.

Xia Mingchi didn't make a sound, he knew Meng Yijie could handle it well.

He believed that Fu Qingchou had the same idea, not to mention Lu Qihuai.

Father Meng watched Meng Yijie pick up the kitchen knife from the ground, fixed her eyes on her, grabbed his wife by the neck and stood in front of him, taking his wife as a hostage.

Meng Yijie put the knife into the kitchen cabinet in a familiar way, and said calmly: "Violence and quarrels not only cannot solve family conflicts, but may even bring harm to children and partners."

Meng's father shouted at Meng Yijie: "You are a piano teacher, just teach my daughter to play the piano honestly! You care so much?!"

Meng Yijie sneered, "Fortunately, you still know that you have a daughter."

"..."

Father Meng wanted to say something more, but when he saw the three men behind Meng Yijie blocking the kitchen door, he knew that if he didn't stop, he might not be able to get out of the kitchen, so he let his wife know how to do it.

Xiao Meng had already cried tears all over her face, she threw herself into Meng's mother's arms, "Mom!"

She carefully helped her mother up, but Meng's mother twisted her waist because of the fall, and she couldn't stand very stably.

Meng Yijie watched from the side, and wanted to reach out to help several times, but finally restrained herself.

Meng Yijie said: "I won't eat today, we all have things to do, so let's leave."

Mother Meng said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, let the teacher see the joke..."

Little Meng La pulled the corner of his father's clothes, as if he wanted him to apologize to the teacher.

"Get up!" Father Meng opened his daughter's hand violently.

The building block figurine in Xiaomeng's hand was blown away and fell into the fish tank.

Meng Yijie said: "The piano teacher will also visit home. I hope you can enter into the responsibility of being a father and husband."