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Chapter 113 The Real Illusory World 04

After dinner and talking with his parents for a while, Fu Qitang got up and prepared to go back to his bedroom. When he left the living room, he vaguely heard a piece of social news being broadcast on the TV.

The host with a dignified demeanor calmly informed the audience about the alarm, probably after receiving a report from the masses that a suspect in a serious case appeared somewhere, reminding the nearby citizens to pay attention to their own safety when going out, and call the police immediately if the suspect is found.

"Are those two beasts from Building 38?" Mama Fu asked after hearing that she was watering flowers on the balcony.

Sitting in front of the TV, Father Fu put down his teacup and snorted coldly, "Is there anyone else? I have lived for so many years and I have never seen such a crazy person. No, that is not a person at all. The news also said that they What kind of mental illness is there, I think it's nonsense. Those two beasts don't look sick, and they know how to pick on children. Why don't they dare to deal with adults?"

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Fu Qitang stopped and asked curiously.

"A young couple who just moved to Building 38 in front of them a few months ago. They usually look normal and friendly, and they often help us old men and women walk the dog and carry things. Who Thinking that both of them are perverts, they quietly imprisoned several children at home, and then killed them all."

Mother Fu lost the intention of watering the flowers, so she simply put down the kettle, sighed and continued, "I don't know where those children were abducted from, and after killing them, they buried the bodies in the sandpit downstairs. A lot of policemen came to the community all at once and dug up the sand, alas, that scene was too scary."

Fu Qitang was stunned.

"It's in the children's paradise in front. Didn't you see it when you went to buy soy sauce? It's cordoned off and sealed off, so no one can go in."

"Your mother went over to put a bouquet of flowers two days ago, and it was our pot of chrysanthemums." Father Fu whispered.

"You sneaked out that night, didn't you just go to light a candle with Lao Zhang, you think I don't know," Fu's mother sighed, "Oh, they are all children, about the same age as your Aunt Wang's little granddaughter, It's too uncomfortable to watch. How can there be such beasts in the world, and they are not afraid of retribution?"

The old couple chattered about this topic and scolded the pair of murderers all over the place. Fu Qitang didn't listen carefully, and returned to the bedroom with a dazed expression.

He felt like he had really forgotten something very important.

At night Fu Qitang tossed and turned in bed, always feeling that something was wrong.

But he couldn't say anything.

For a moment he almost suspected that it wasn't that something was wrong, but that everything was wrong.

However, this kind of doubt is difficult to maintain even for a second, and before the upper and lower eyelashes have time to touch when blinking, the doubt has disappeared out of thin air.

Fu Qitang was very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Because there was always a voice deep in his heart reminding him not to sleep, to think quickly, to find something quickly.

It's just that after tossing and turning for half the night, the pillow was almost annoyed by him, and Fu Qitang couldn't think of anything except going to the toilet.

Thinking of the half of the pot of soup that his mother held down his head and drank, Fu Qitang sighed and turned over from the bed.

The room was very dark, and filled the gaps between the furniture with his own ink color at night, but Fu Qitang was very familiar with his bedroom, so he pushed the door and walked out without turning on the light.

After solving the physical problem, Fu Qitang passed the living room again while shaking the water drops in his hands, but suddenly saw a figure sitting upright on the sofa in the darkness, with his face facing his direction, staring at him viciously.

A chill suddenly rushed over.

"Who!"

The moment he stopped breathing and blurted out a single word, Fu Qitang's whole body tensed up, his body reacted faster than his brain, and almost instinctively stepped back against the wall, then stretched out his arms and turned on the light in the living room.

"Dad?! What are you doing sitting here at night?"

Seeing that the person on the sofa turned out to be his father, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.Turning his head to look in the direction of his parents' bedroom, Fu Qitang was quite speechless, "Could it be that you got kicked out after a fight with my mother?"

Father Fu remained silent, still maintaining the posture just now, looking at Fu Qitang without blinking.

"Angry? That's not enough to just sit like this. Are you planning to sit all night?" Fu Qitang said helplessly. He looked at the wall clock on the wall and it was already 03:30 in the morning. He raised his hand and wiped his face. Face said, "There are new bedding in the guest room. I'll tidy it up. You can sleep for the night first. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning if you have anything to do."

Then he turned and walked towards the guest room.

"No need..." Father Fu said, his voice was inexplicably dry, "Go back to sleep."

"You're planning to sit here all night, how can I sleep." Fu Qitang shook his head, but felt that his arm was tightly grasped.

The strength was astonishingly great, far exceeding the average level of Fu's father, so that Fu Qitang was stunned for the first time.

"I said, no need," Fu's father stared into Fu Qitang's eyes, and said without expression, "You, go back to sleep."

After speaking, he walked towards the guest room by himself, but no matter how he looked at it, his movements seemed a little stiff.

It was like... a dead body.

The surrounding atmosphere instantly became cold and strange.

Father Fu walked into the guest room, turned around and closed the door.His eyes were still staring at Fu Qitang in the smaller and smaller crack of the door, but there was nothing but death inside.

"boom--"

The door is closed.

Fu Qitang woke up suddenly.

--What happened?

He couldn't fall asleep and got up to go to the toilet, and found that his father hadn't slept, and it seemed that he had quarreled with his mother. He sat on the sofa alone in the middle of the night and sulked, and then what?

He seemed to persuade him a few words, and finally succeeded in letting his father go to the guest room for the night.

just this.

Fu Qitang recalled quickly, but there was some hesitation on his brows.

At this moment, he turned his head and saw another expressionless face.

The door of the parents' bedroom was opened at some point, and Mama Fu was standing in the dark, looking at him through the door.

"Mom, why are you up?" Fu Qitang became more and more puzzled, feeling that something was wrong tonight, and there was an absurd and weird atmosphere everywhere, "Are you worried about my dad? I asked him to sleep in the guest room .”

Mama Fu didn't reply, she still watched Fu Qitang quietly.

That gaze was too calm, like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest warmth.

Fu Qitang couldn't continue, he paused, "Go to bed early, I'll go back to sleep too, I have work to do tomorrow."

After speaking, he quickened his pace and returned to the bedroom, but he didn't hear a single word from his mother until he closed the door and lay back on the bed.

Not right.

Something is really wrong.

Fu Qitang tried hard to think, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his brows were tightly furrowed, but after a while he relaxed, an invisible force appeared out of thin air, and once again stole all the doubts in his mind.

He turned over slowly, and sleepiness surged up from the foot of the bed again like a tide, and the wetness made his eyelids extra heavy, but within a few minutes, Fu Qitang fell asleep.

Fu Qitang didn't sleep well, he had many dreams at the same time.

In the dream, he was a student for a while, sitting and eating in the high school cafeteria with the school girl, and a star for a while, wearing a costume and a costume headgear, filming a TV series with jaw-dropping lines.

Then the scene changed, he walked into a speeding train, many people with both familiar and unfamiliar faces were standing or sitting in a spacious compartment, he pushed the door and went in, and a young man with a handsome face and fierce eyes stood up immediately When he got up, a smile appeared on his usually indifferent and proud face, and he happily called him "Brother Xiaotang".

The woman with long reddish-brown hair nodded to him with a smile. The man next to him with glasses bowed his head and whispered to a girl. The fat man waved to him enthusiastically. Two high school boys beside the fat man were bickering over some trivial matter.

He raised his hand and was about to say something, but in the next second these people were all dead again.

The body of the red-haired woman lay askew on the ground, her head was on the other side, and there were tears and hatred in her open eyes at the same time; the man wearing glasses had a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, and the bullet came out from the back of his head, blowing him away the skull; the girl died behind him, her throat was brutally cut open, and a lot of blood spattered everywhere.

Amidst the sticky and smelly blood-red dripping, only the upper body of the man was lying quietly at the entrance of the carriage, with his eyes closed, quietly as if he had fallen asleep.

Irritability, anxiety, and the panic of losing everything gushed out from the bottom of my heart.

Fu Qitang turned over uncomfortably in his sleep, but his ears suddenly moved.

He heard a very slight sound, the bedroom door was pushed open, and someone came in.

There was no sound of footsteps, and the visitor walked straight to the bed.

Immediately, Fu Qitang felt a strong sense of being watched. Those eyes were cold and rigid, full of terrifying malice.

Rustling.

The person moved, and the clothes rubbed against each other making small movements, as if something was taken out from behind, and then approached him bit by bit.

Fu Qitang suddenly turned over and jumped up.

In the impenetrable darkness, Fu's father and Fu's mother were standing by the bed, looking down at Fu Qitang coldly.

The eyes of both of them had a faint green light, which further made their skin stiff and pale, with a lingering dead air.

And they held a thick hemp rope stained with blood in their hands.

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong with you?!" Fu Qitang asked.

The moment the words came out of his mouth, he found that he was not as frightened and anxious as he had expected, but remained quite calm, as if he had experienced similar scenes many times before.

Mama Fu smiled stiffly, her facial muscles were pulled and piled high on her cheekbones.

"Outside...dangerous...can't let you go out."

"Why is it dangerous? Are the two murderers back? Didn't the news say that they had gone somewhere else?"

"It's not a murderer..." Mama Fu said again, she shook her head jerkyly, and her cervical spine made a shocking "click" sound, "Yes... there is a ghost."

Before he finished speaking, Fu's father, who had been standing still, suddenly tightened the hemp rope in his hand, and rushed towards Fu Qitang.

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