I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game-Chapter 183: Mother’s words, identity suspicion!

Qin Nuo looked at the unfamiliar phone number, pressed answer, then speaker, and placed it on the table.

"Hello, who is this?"

There was no response from the other side, only the sound of static, like TV snow.

Qin Nuo frowned slightly and asked again. This time, a voice finally came through, a woman's voice: "My son, is that you, Zisu?"

"Liang Zisu's mother?" Qin Nuo was taken aback. Has her condition improved enough for her to make calls herself?

But why call at this hour? Can't sleep, missing her son?

"Mom, where did you get this phone?" Qin Nuo asked.

Liang Zisu's mother didn't answer but instead asked with concern, "Son, how have you been lately? Are you eating well? You haven't lost weight, have you?"

Even though she wasn't his mother, hearing these words still warmed his heart. No matter what a mother becomes, the first thing she worries about is her child.

"I'm fine. How are you, Mom?" Qin Nuo tried to communicate with Liang Zisu's mother. She must know if Liang Zisu had any mental illness and what kind it was.

"Mom's not well. The food here is terrible. Those white monsters keep forcing me to do things I don't want to do. Boohoo, your mom is really about to break down."

White monsters?

Does she mean the doctors in white coats?

"Son, when will you come to take mom away? This place is hell, and mom doesn't want to stay here for another moment!" Her voice wasn't exactly pleading, but it was trembling and hoarse.

Qin Nuo could almost see a disheveled middle-aged woman with bloodshot eyes, crouched in a corner, clutching a phone, nearly breaking down.

Liang Zisu's mother's emotions were clearly still unstable, yet the hospital claimed she had significantly improved. It seems they're taking money without doing their job!

Qin Nuo tried asking, "Mom, where's Dad?"

On the other end, his mother paused at the mention of her husband, then her voice turned worried and tearful.

"Son, don't scare mom. Why did you bring him up? Are you still feeling guilty, or did you have nightmares about him?"

"Mom told you, don't blame yourself. Your father's death has nothing to do with you. Boohoo, what a misfortune for our family. Why did this happen to us?"

On the other end, his mother began to cry sorrowfully.

Qin Nuo was stunned.

Liang Zisu's father died? How did he die?

Why would Liang Zisu feel guilty? Could it be that he killed him?

The crying on the phone grew louder, and Qin Nuo wanted to ask about his girlfriend, but suddenly the crying stopped.

His mother's voice turned eerily excited, as if the previous sadness had been completely forgotten, and she whispered excitedly, "Son, when are you coming to take mom away from here? Wasn't that the plan?" 𝑅åℕốＢÊṧ

"I've got everything ready, just waiting for you to pick mom up!"

Qin Nuo remained silent. Taking her away was impossible; he needed to think of a way to deflect, change the topic, and extract useful information.

At this moment, a young female voice came through the phone: "Doctor, we found her!"

"Control her for now."

Then there was a burst of noise, and his mother's voice disappeared, replaced by the girl's voice. Qin Nuo recognized it as the nurse from last time.

"Mr. Liang, I'm sorry to disturb you so late!"

Qin Nuo's face darkened, deliberately making his voice low, tinged with dissatisfaction and anger: "Your hospital really paints a good picture. My mother is in this state, and you tell me she's much better?"

The nurse apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Liang. Your mother has indeed stabilized a lot recently. We didn't expect her to be like this tonight."

"I don't want to hear unnecessary explanations. I just hope the money I'm spending isn't wasted," Qin Nuo said coldly.

"We apologize, Mr. Liang. We will do our best to treat your mother."

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now..."

Qin Nuo thought of something and said, "Wait a minute."

"You said my mother has a hereditary mental illness. Is there a possibility that I might also have this mental illness?" Qin Nuo asked.

"Mr. Liang, have you forgotten? You were tested before, and you're very healthy, with no such risk."

"Your mother's rare mental illness has a high incidence rate before the age of eighteen. Once past eighteen, if there are no symptoms, the probability drops to less than one percent, almost zero."

"So, Mr. Liang, there's really no need to worry."

The nurse said.

Qin Nuo was speechless.

"Mr. Liang, is there anything else?" the nurse asked.

Qin Nuo replied that there was nothing more and hung up the phone.

Liang Zisu doesn't have a mental illness?

Then where did his abnormal behavior come from?

Previously, through various abnormal behaviors, Qin Nuo almost concluded that Liang Zisu had a mental illness, possibly a dual personality. But in the end, Liang Zisu is normal?

If he's normal, why does he sometimes suddenly show a violent side without warning?

The parrot on the balcony squawked again.

This time it called for food, still addressing Qin Nuo as "son."

Qin Nuo went to the corner of the balcony and found the bird food bag empty. He returned to the wardrobe, found a stool, stood on tiptoe, and took down the bag of bird food from the top shelf.

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As he pulled it down, several items fell out, scattering on the floor. It was a stack of photos.

Qin Nuo picked them up and looked at them, frowning.

The photos showed Liang Zisu hunting. The prey, after being tranquilized, would be cruelly killed by him personally.

That wasn't the issue. The problem was that his prey later became stray cats and dogs, luring them out with food, shooting them with tranquilizer darts, and bringing them back to the room for torture!

The pictures were like frames of a movie, capturing the entire process of abuse. Qin Nuo didn't want to continue looking and started to ponder.

Perhaps, Liang Zisu indeed doesn't have a mental illness.

Just a twisted psyche!

In the photos, Liang Zisu's sinister smile, filled with excitement and madness, holding up blood-soaked animals as if showing off, was something even Qin Nuo couldn't believe.

It was a stark contrast to the photo by the bedside, where Liang Zisu, dressed in a suit, looked gentle and refined, holding his girlfriend with a bright smile.

"A person with such a perverse hobby, who doesn't just kill but tortures, yet still keeps a parrot, not only unharmed but well-fed and plump."

The parrot kept calling, "son," as if commanding a servant.

Qin Nuo poured all the bird food in, returned to the room, picked up all the photos, and planned to put them back in their place.

Just then, a game notification sounded in his mind: "Congratulations, Player, for triggering a role-playing task. Please find out the true identity of the role within 48 hours to achieve a high level of role-playing, reaching perfect role-play!"

Does this mean that completing this role-playing task will directly achieve perfect role-play?

Qin Nuo's face showed surprise.

"What does it mean to find out Liang Zisu's true identity?"

"Isn't this guy a teacher?"

Qin Nuo's mind was a bit chaotic.

There was clearly a teacher's certificate for Liang Zisu in the drawer, with three years of teaching experience, genuinely authentic.

If he's not a teacher, then what is he?