I'm roleplaying in infinity games

In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright, and the TV series in a house is playing the morning news:

"Zi...Zi... This site's broadcast, until midnight on the 25th...Zi...the number of missing people has reached 800...Zi...the number is still rising...the reason for those people's disappearance has not yet been found ..."

In a dimly lit house, a young boy with curly hair was standing in front of the stove in the kitchen, pinching the button of the gas stove with his fingers. After turning it a few times, he could only hear the sound of 'beep beep', but no fire was ignited.

He is very hungry now, and he wanted to imitate his mother's cooking and steam buns for himself, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even turn on the fire.

It wasn't until I saw the bill hanging on the wall that I remembered that the gas bill had not been paid.

The young boy stared at the gas stove and sighed softly.

When the number of missing people was broadcast on TV, the young boy turned his head to look at the TV screen with unstable signal. The dim light shone in his eyes, reflecting a dizzying purple light. The purple eyes that are usually like stars are now It was dimmed by the news broadcast on TV.

"...So many people disappeared again, when will it be my turn?" Dongmang murmured.

'goo'

His stomach rang again, Dongmang rubbed his stomach with his hands, he was so hungry that he came to the refrigerator behind him, opened the door of the refrigerator and took out a steamed bun from inside, regardless of whether it was cold, put it directly into his mouth stuffed, chewing.

Because he was chewing too quickly, he was choked in the next second and hurried to pour water.

After drinking the water, he took another big bite of the cold steamed bun. This time, he didn't eat in such a hurry, but just chewed. The full mouthful of steamed bun bulged his cheeks, looking like a cute little hamster.

The sky outside the window lit up slowly, and the light shone into the room through the window, sweeping away the darkness in the room, illuminating the whole room brightly, and shining on Dongmang's face.

The left side of the face, illuminated by the sun, was pale pink because of coughing and choking from eating too fast, and the color of the lips was even redder. The wet hair on the front of the forehead was stuck together in small bunches, exposing the palm-sized and beautiful face, which looked very delicate and well-behaved.

Dongmang turned his head to look at the sun outside the window, the right face was also exposed to the sun, and even the earring on the right earlobe was exposed.

The earrings are black and round, with no visible material. They look ordinary, but they make the ears more pink and delicate.

When Dongmang chewed the steamed bun in his mouth, his small and beautiful ears moved accordingly.

At this time of winter, Dongmang was wearing a blue turtleneck sweater, his slender neck was covered by a high, soft and high fur collar, and his whole face seemed to be wrapped by a fur collar, making his white and delicate chin even smaller.

After eating, Dongmang came out of the kitchen and decided to go out and have a look.

When he saw the black hat and black mask hanging on the wall at the door, Dongmang remembered the picture of his parents asking him to wear the hat and mask to go out:

'Dad, Mom, I don't want to wear a hat and a mask, they all say I'm a monster and they don't want to play with me. '

'Dongdong is obedient, wearing a mask can block the dirt in the air. '

'But my sister doesn't wear it, my friends don't wear it, and I don't want to wear it either. '

'If you don't wear it, don't go out. '

He is asked by his parents to wear a hat and a mask every day when he goes out. As long as he can remember, he always wears a hat and a mask when he goes out.

He also suffered from a strange disease. After going out, he had to go home within two hours, otherwise he would faint outside.

In the past, he was playful and always forgot the time. Every time he would faint for no reason, his parents would rush to take him back.

Then he slowly started to be punctual.

Because every time he fainted, he would sleep for a long time, he didn't want to sleep for so long, and he couldn't go to play with his friends after sleeping for a long time.

So he started to be punctual, and came back on time after going out for two hours. When he came back, he could take off his hat and mask, lie on the window, watch the pedestrians coming and going outside through the glass, and watch other friends playing.

If he is asleep, he cannot see these.

At this time, Dongmang stared at the mask and hesitated for a few seconds, and decided not to wear a mask this time.

He intends to show his friends what he looks like without a hat or a mask, and he wants to let his friends know that he is not a monster, nor does he look weird.

It was the first time that Dongmang went out without a mask and a hat. Dongmang seemed a little excited, but he was a little cautious when he went out. After all, wearing a hat and a mask for a long time is like going out to wear clothes. Suddenly, I feel a little less without wearing them. What.

After walking for a while, his attention gradually shifted from the discomfort of not wearing a mask.

He looked at the alley with fewer and fewer people, and the excited light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The alley that was supposed to be bustling, the steaming and delicious breakfast stand, and the cute children running around are all gone now, and the whole alley is cold and desolate.

Dongmang was walking in the desolate alley, looking around curiously, suddenly he saw two pedestrians walking in front of him, whom Dongmang knew.

He happily waved to the two of them, "Uncle Li, Aunt Wu, good morning!"

But what was strange was that the two pedestrians he was talking about froze in place when they saw him, with astonishment in their eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Dongmang walked over and asked, but the two still kept the same movements and expressions, and there was no movement.

Dongmang looked at the two people in front of him suspiciously, and shouted again: "Uncle Li, Aunt Wu, what's wrong with you? Oh, I forgot that I don't wear a hat or a mask now, don't you recognize me? I'm Dongman winter!"

Still no one answered him, Dongmang looked elsewhere, and found that several pedestrians in front of him were also fixed in place, and they still maintained the posture of raising their feet, as if time stopped suddenly at that moment.

Only Dongmang can move.

Dongmang looked at these people suspiciously, no matter how much he shouted, these people did not respond at all.

He ran to the street to have a look, and saw that not only pedestrians, but also speeding cars stopped, the whole world became quiet, there was no sound at all, it was so quiet that it made people panic.

Dongmang didn't know what happened, he wanted to find his friends, but at this moment he vaguely heard a voice calling him: "Dongmang..."

The sound came from nowhere, it seemed that every place was the direction of the sound, that kind of emptiness and distance made Dongmang think that he was having auditory hallucinations.

I just turned my head slowly based on feeling, looking for the direction of the sound, those eyes blinked slowly, and the purple pupils looked like the purple light released by strange creatures in the spring under the night sky, dazzling.

In the next second, his purple eyes slowly widened, and he saw an endless abyss appear out of thin air behind him, unfolding in front of him, like countless tentacles stretching their teeth and claws towards him.

However, he was not frightened by these tentacles with fangs and claws. Instead, he walked towards the dark abyss curiously, and his purple pupils were full of expectations.

When he stepped into the black abyss and his whole body was swallowed by the black mist, an electronic voice came from the sky:

"Zi...Zi...Zi...The countdown to the collapse of the world...Ten...Nine...Eight..."

The author has something to say:

A new hole has been opened, and it will be updated daily.

PS: 1. Slice attack, one copy has more than one slice

2. Gong only sees the subject

3. A little heartthrob

4. The subject of this article is not mentally handicapped