MTL - Forced To Survive-Chapter 14 they are all sick

With grief and resentment, Yun Ranran ran into the child's ghost, and the moment she got close, her whole body almost froze.

Just when she lost consciousness, the child suddenly raised his face to her, showing a weird smile.

Weird.

In the distance, Xiao Qi was still looking at her hand blankly, everything in front of her gradually became blurred, and her eyes finally fell into complete darkness, unable to perceive anything, and after a short period of deprivation of the five senses, her eyes lit up again .

As far as the eye can see, it is not Chang Yuan's bedroom, but a simple but clean room.

Dim light came in from the papered window frame and shone on the old wooden table. On the wooden table was a kerosene lamp with not much oil in it.

It was probably in the evening, and the twilight was thick.

She seemed to be lying on the bed, she moved her fingers and sat up, the quilt was dusty and patched, a little rough.

There were several gray linen clothes on the bedside, neatly folded.

She was a little puzzled and didn't understand why she was in such a place.

She still had to get out of bed to have a look. She lifted the quilt and was about to get dressed, but suddenly found crooked words engraved on the bed.

【They are all sick】.

As soon as she finished reading these words, she heard the sound of "tearing, tearing, tearing" the wooden door of the room with fingernails scratching the door.

Then came a woman's gentle voice.

"Baby, get up and eat."

Yun Ranran's scalp tingled.

The jade pendant on the chest was slightly hot, so I took it out to have a look.

[After four hours, you will be pierced through your internal organs by a sharp knife]

[Death countdown starts]

【drop】

The combination of this death warning and [They are all sick] is extraordinarily horrifying.

Yun Ranran didn't know why she was teleported to this place. It should be caused by that black shadow, but since she came here, she must live well.

You have to figure out the situation first.

She reached out to take her clothes, and unexpectedly found that they were very small. Then she looked at her hands and her body, only to realize that it wasn't that the clothes were small, but that she had turned into a child.

A child who will be pierced by a sharp knife in the gut after four hours...

This child, could it be the one riding on Chang Yuan's head?

Is this the memory of the child's death?

There was a faint smell of meat in the air, as if something was being stewed outside...

She quickly put on her clothes, the clothes were a little rough, and her skin was a little prickly. There was no bronze mirror in the room, so she couldn't see her face clearly. Thinking of the woman's call just now, she walked slowly to the door, just about to open the door, Then I found an eye appeared on the crack of the door that was not closed tightly, and it was covered with red bloodshot eyes.

She backed away so frightened that she almost fell.

After the eye noticed it, it shrank back suddenly. After a while, the door was pushed open with a "creak", and a middle-aged woman in a linen gray skirt hurried in.

She quickly walked up to him, pulled her arm to help him up, and said in her mouth: "Why did you fall, let mother see where you are injured."

Yun Ranran knows, this woman is her mother...

She carefully looked up at her eyes, and saw the same bloodshot eyes, the eyes on the door just now...it was her...

Why is she spying on her?

The woman's voice lowered: "Xiao'er, what are you looking at?"

Yun Ranran waved her hands anxiously and said, "No."

The woman smiled again, her lips were abnormally red, she took her little hand and led her out of the room.

Outside the room is the living room. There is a square wooden table and three wooden chairs. The wooden table is leaning against the wall. There is a portrait of the God of Wealth on the wall. It has been hung for a long time and is stained a little greasy.

There were a few plates of bland side dishes on the table. The oil and water were very light and dark, with no visible ingredients.

In front of the living room is a narrow kitchen room separated by a curtain, from which the smell of meat is constantly coming out.

The woman asked her to sit at the table, while she lifted the curtain and entered the kitchen, and soon brought out a bowl of soup.

The soup is oily, with minced meat floating on the top.

The woman brought the soup in front of her, scooped it up to her lips with a porcelain spoon, and said courteously.

"Cub, take a sip."

Yun Ranran didn't want to drink, so she didn't speak.

The woman's fingers trembled a little, her eyes gradually widened, and the redness became more and more obvious. She still handed the spoon to her lips and repeated the previous sentence.

"Cub, take a sip."

There is definitely something wrong with this woman, she couldn't help being a little scared, so she said cautiously: "Mother, I don't want to drink now."

"You don't want to drink?"

The woman's voice became sharp in an instant, and the look on her face became ferocious as if it was torn apart. She tried her best to squeeze out a smile, but the smile matched her ferocious face, making it even more weird and terrifying.

Yun Ranran felt that if she refused again, death might come earlier. After all, Yupei said that she would be pierced through the internal organs by a sharp knife in four hours, but she didn't say that she would not die for other reasons within four hours, so she said, "I want to drink." Then open mouth.

A spoonful of broth was stabbed into her mouth suddenly, because it had a strange taste after being left for a long time, and because it was colder and the greasy feeling became heavier, she felt sick from her stomach, but facing the woman's face, she couldn't help it. Dare to vomit, but forced it down.

The woman smiled again and regained her composure, looking at her with strange and satisfied eyes.

Yun Ranran has already confirmed that this woman is absolutely likely to kill her after four hours... But from the perspective of relationship, why would a mother kill her young child?

Just as she was thinking, the door was pushed open with a "creak".

A slightly burly figure appeared in the hazy twilight, the face could not be seen clearly, only a man could be vaguely seen.

The woman smiled: "Are you back?"

The man gave a silent "hmm".

The woman said: "Aunt Zhang next door is so naughty, she always throws stones in our yard, have you talked to her about it?"

When the man came in, Yun Ranran could see his appearance clearly. He was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, wearing the same linen light gray short jacket and trousers, with a dark belt around his waist, showing his strong waist.

"They said, they said, they won't do anything like this again."

The woman laughed: "That would be great."

As the man approached, Yun Ranran saw bloodstains on his trouser legs and shoes, fresh and wet...

Didn't he chat with Aunt Zhang next door, how could there be blood...

Yun Ranran realized that this man was not simple, but at the same time, the man was slowly walking towards her at the door.

His posture was a bit weird, walking very slowly, staggering, as if his joints were not flexible, reminding her of those living corpses in the grave for no reason.

Yun Ranran's nervous back was stiff.

He slowly knelt down in front of her, his eyes carefully fell on her face, there was a trace of imperceptible greed on her skin.

"Did you miss Dad?"

Her pupils shrank, this man is her father...

But the look in his eyes made her tremble all over.

He's not right either...

"Did you miss Dad?"

The man looked straight at her, which made Yun Ranran very scared.

She swallowed, and was about to say something perfunctory to the man, but he lost his patience, staggered up and left.

Could it be that the child was killed by this strange pair of parents?

The woman went to the stove, humming happily, and then brought out a large pot. The side of the pot was black and greasy, with stains from cooking things in the past.

The broth in the pot was shaking all the way, and the stewed bones could be vaguely seen.

She put the cauldron on the table with a "bang", and then said, "Come and eat."

Yun Ranran was already at the table. The man changed his clothes and came over to sit down.

The woman filled a bowl of soup for each of them and told them to drink it while it was hot.

She didn't give herself...

The smell of meat in the air is stronger...

It wasn't purely broth, it seemed to be mixed with other, unpleasant flavors.

But the source can never be found.

Yun Ranran was just a weak child, it was impossible to resist this strange couple head-on, the woman kept staring at her, so she had to sullenly lower her head and slowly drink the soup under the woman's gaze.

The woman was elated after watching her drink, her red lips were filled with a smile, and her smile suddenly faded, and she asked, "Where's brother? Where did brother go?"

Brother, does she have a brother?

The woman looked around for a while, and there was no sign of a fourth person in the room, so her voice became a little shrill.

"Brother, where did brother go?"

She yelled twice, her smile gradually faded, she searched around the house hysterically, opened the door to check, there were not many doors, only two bedroom doors and a firewood door.

She only pushed the door of the bedroom, no matter how crazy she was, she never pushed the door of the firewood room.

Obviously the closest to her.

The man took a sip of the soup and said in a deep voice, "Maybe he went out."

The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then returned to normal, showing a gentle look again.

"Well, you're right."

The scene became warm and harmonious again.

The family of three continued to eat a warm dinner.

But Yun Ranran couldn't take another bite, and as far as he could see, it was the door of the firewood house, and red liquid was flowing out of the gap in the wooden door of the firewood house...

She shivered and held her trembling hand.

A meal is finished quickly.

The man put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned to look at Yun Ranran, suppressing the greed and desire in his eyes.

"Do you want...to play with Dad?"

Yun Ranran didn't know what "playing" meant, but instinct told her it was not a good thing...

Not knowing if she could refuse directly, she tentatively said: "Father, I'm a little tired and want to rest early."

The man was a little disappointed, but quickly covered it up. He took a deep look at her, didn't ask any more, then got up and went back to the room.

Now twilight had fallen completely, and the light was swallowed up by darkness.

The room grew darker.

The woman lighted the oil lamp conveniently, cleaned the table diligently, and went to the kitchen to get busy.

Only Yun Ranran was left in the living room.

The oil lamp was faint, beating slightly in the air, as if it would go out at any moment.

Because Yun Ranran was too young, her feet couldn't even touch the ground when sitting on the stool. She jumped off the stool by herself, thought for a while, and went back to her room first.

After a while, she heard the sound of pulling the door, as if the man had gone out. Soon, there was no movement in the kitchen room, and with the "creaking" sound of the wooden door, the woman also returned to the room.

She waited patiently for a while, the woman should be asleep, she quietly opened the wooden door, the oil lamp in the living room was off, it was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly.

She only has two hours left, time is running out, she must know what's in the woodshed...

She picked up the oil lamp on her table, tiptoed, and tiptoed to the edge of the firewood room. The firewood room was connected to the stove room, and there was a small window. She could barely see the ground in the faint moonlight.

The blood she saw just now had been swept away, and some residue remained on the ground and in the crevices, which had dried up.

Who did the cleaning? father or mother?

Suddenly there was a movement of turning over in the woman's bedroom. She was too frightened to move. After a while, the movement subsided, and she pressed her hand on the woodshed door.

Men could come back at any moment and she had to be careful.

Pressing the wooden door with immature little hands, she gently pushed the door open little by little.

The small creaking sound was very clear in the silent night, Yun Ranran's heart was beating fast, and she was almost overwhelmed by tension and fear.

With her continuous efforts, the door panel finally pushed open a gap for children to squeeze in.

The pungent smell hits my face.

there must be something in it...

It was dark inside the door, and she couldn't see anything clearly. She carefully got into the door, took out the oil lamp in her room from her bosom, swallowed nervously, and carefully lit it.

The room lit up in this dim light.