13 Mink Street

The rain kept beating against the umbrella surface, making a dense drum-like sound.

Although there are bluestone slab paths in the yard, there is constantly entrained sludge flowing down from above, almost covering the boots.

And the further you go in, the rain and sludge seem to become more urgent, like a symphony, gradually entering the ensemble.

Karen put her hand on the rusty doorknob and turned it gently.

The handle can be turned, but the door cannot be opened. It should not be locked, but the door lock is simply broken.

Take half a step back, lift your boots, and control your strength.

"boom!"

Just like that, the door was kicked open, and there was a harsh friction sound, as if someone was grinding steel with a wire.

Stepping in, the door behind him seemed to be blown by the wind suddenly.

"boom!"

The door was "closed", and there was also the sound of noisy and chaotic rain when it was shut outside.

From noisy to quiet, the environment changed a little too quickly, so quickly that Karen paused to make adjustments.

The entrance hall is a bit dirty here, and the place in the corner should be a specially arranged mushroom planting place, which is convenient for the kitchen to access when needed, without having to go outside the house.

Go out from the porch and come to the edge of the living room.

The puppet figures sitting on the chairs are not very realistic, because there are clear traces of dividing lines on the faces. If you turn on a desk lamp to look at them at night, it will be very scary.

Wine, coffee, and some snacks are placed on the dining table and coffee table, as if a very lively party has just been held, or... it has not stopped, it is still going on.

Karen found an empty chair, reached out and patted the cushion, turned around and sat down.

After adjusting his posture and raising his feet, he seemed to blend into the atmosphere of these puppets all of a sudden.

Immediately afterwards, Karen took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. On the one hand, it was to appease the soul injuries that would be triggered from time to time during this time, and on the other hand, he wanted to give this room Adds a little "freshness" to the house.

It's very greasy here, although the furnishings are very expensive, but it gives people a feeling that everything has been smeared with a layer of wax, and it is not solid, it may be moistened at any time.

Did Philomena grow up in such an environment?

Karen took another puff of the cigarette, leaned back, and continued to look around while slowly exhaling smoke rings.

He came, but not quite.

The host didn't seem to welcome him as a guest, but Karen didn't feel wronged by being left out. After all, let's not mention what grievances and grievances my grandfather had with this family. In short, it was my grandfather's curse. If you come to the door today, if you are warmly greeted, you will not be used to it.

The cigarette between his fingers was still burning, and Karen picked up a wine glass on the coffee table beside him with his other hand, held it in front of him, and shook it gently.

Different scenes are reflected in the body of the cup and the red wine inside.

Some were joking, some were dancing, and some were playing the accordion excitedly.

Immediately afterwards,

An old woman's face leaned over, with a piercing smile on the corner of her mouth.

She seemed to want to say something, but at this moment Karen directly spilled the red wine in the glass on the already greasy expensive carpet.

The cigarette butt in his hand was thrown into the glass with a little wine left, and placed on the coffee table.

Immediately afterwards, Karen folded her hands on her knees and closed her eyes.

The grandparents and grandchildren should have something to say, so wait for them to finish.

As a guest, you must first be close to the convenience of the host.

Karen's breathing gradually slowed down, and he really planned to take a nap.

But at this moment, the sound of a ball rolling on the ground came from upstairs.

once,

twice,

three times……

Karen could hear clearly, but he didn't open his eyes or make any other movements.

Having experienced countless times of consciousness space games, he has already possessed extremely sufficient experience and the ability to analyze various illusions.

He is very clear that once he enters the other party's rhythm and responds, the other party can pull himself into the place she wants to enter.

The other party wanted to entertain him, and didn't intend to neglect him, but if the party started in the main hall, the other party obviously wanted to arrange himself in the side hall to play alone.

Karen chooses to refuse.

But the sound of the ball hitting the ground gradually became closer and closer, as if it was close to his ear.

Karen sighed. He wanted to decline the master's "kindness" in a way that he couldn't understand the hint, but the problem was that the master grabbed his arm directly.

He opened his eyes, and the picture in front of him was no longer the living room on the first floor, but the corridor entrance on the second floor.

The little girl in a yellow skirt knelt on the ground and threw the ball at a man who was also kneeling on the ground.

The ball rolled in front of the man, the man opened his mouth first, grabbed it with his mouth, then sat up straight, then jumped up, flicked his neck, and threw the ball towards the girl again.

The ball rolled back to the girl again.

The girl picked up the ball and looked at the drool on the other side who was excitedly looking at her... father;

Immediately afterwards, the girl turned her gaze to grandma who was knitting a sweater beside her.

Grandma sometimes looked down at the needle and thread in her hand, and sometimes looked up at the father and daughter who were playing with a loving smile.

Actually, the little girl really didn't want to play this game, but she had to because her grandma wanted to feel that way today.

Next, it was another game of throwing the ball between father and daughter.

Karen's position happened to be facing Mrs. Fisher, and the "four people" present were arranged in a diamond shape.

Karen was not very interested in Mrs. Fisher, but he was looking at the young Philomena seriously.

At this time, she still had childishness on her face, but there was not much left.

"Grandma, I don't want to play anymore."

Finally, the girl plucked up the courage to deliberately throw the ball to the other side, and the ball rolled all the way to Karen's feet.

"Son, you have to be good. Well-behaved children, you must first learn to be obedient."

The knitting needles in Mrs. Fisher's hands floated.

Karen lowered his head and looked at the little ball that had rolled down to his boots.

Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, the ball suddenly turned into Mrs. Fisher's face.

Her two eyeballs suddenly bulged, and then two knitting needles broke through her eyeballs. There was no splash of blood, but a tearing sound similar to cloth being punctured.

"Om!" "Om!" "

Karen's eyes were pierced, and the two knitting needles were like two long nails, piercing Karen's eyes and nailing him to the back of the chair.

"Tick tock... tick tock..."

Blood dripped from the corners of Karen's eyes, ran down his arms, spread to his palms, and finally fell to the ground through his fingertips.

...

"He reminded me of someone."

Mrs. Fisher was stooped, looking ahead, though there was nothing ahead of her.

Philomena was standing beside her grandmother, and in her field of vision, she seemed to see a familiar figure leaning on the chair motionless, while the blood was dripping unstoppably, and gradually piled up in a puddle below.

But when she dazzled her eyes, that figure disappeared again, and she wanted to capture it again, but felt as if there was a layer of diaphragm that directly compressed her sight.

"It's a bit similar, especially when I opened the window earlier, I really thought it was him who came, but how could there be a second him in this world, it's impossible."

Mrs. Fisher stretched out her hand to gently caress her wrinkled and aged face,

"But I know that he is waiting for me, has been waiting for me, I will go to him, I will go to see him, I will tell him how much I miss him, he is like a beam of light, dizzy for most of my life .

But no matter how beautiful the new clothes are, they are not worthy of the picture when I met him. Therefore, I hope that I can become young, and I can stand in front of him with the posture of my youth, and tell him everything in my heart these years everything of.

Philomena, can you help grandma fulfill this wish?

You have listened to your grandma the most since you were a child, right? "

Philomena shook her head and said, "Grandma, I want to leave here."

"Leave?" Mrs. Fisher smiled, "Why did you leave? The person who sent you here has already sunk, but it doesn't matter. I will wake him up again after the party at home is over. After all, he still wants to Send my precious granddaughter away, won't you?"

"Is there something wrong with him?" Philomena asked.

"Are you concerned about him? Hehe, it may leave a little psychological shadow, but if we can go faster, the problem shouldn't be too big. However, I still have a lot to say to you, so I can't hurry up.

Is he the same Karen? Indeed, he is even better-looking than what he saw in the newspapers. He is a handsome guy. Does my granddaughter like him? "

Philomena shook her head.

"Don't like him? Actually, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's normal for women to like handsome men, just like men like beautiful women.

He's handsome too, really, hehe. "

"Grandma, can it be over?" Philomena slowly raised the Nightmare Blade in her hand.

"Oh." Mrs. Fisher sighed, "Grandma wants to accompany you slowly through the last part of your life, why can't you understand grandma's intentions?

You should learn to be grateful, Philomena, really, you should learn to be grateful. "

"I want you to die, the sooner the better."

"It's more cheerful than before." Mrs. Fischer stretched her waist, "Today is considered a family gathering, those who should come have already come, and those who shouldn't come, let him go quietly .

Next, it should be about me and you, my good granddaughter, it's time for you to repay grandma.

answer me,

Will you stand there willingly and let grandma do what you want? "

"Won't."

"Then you can look down at the knife in your hand first."

Philomena lowered her head and found that the Nightmare Blade she was holding in her hand had now turned into a clarinet.

This means that she has been pulled into different levels of dreams by her grandma, where her grandma's will can change everything.

Mrs. Fisher reached out and took the clarinet from Philomena:

"When you were just born, you liked to cry. You cried when you were stabbed with a needle; Makes me so upset.

So, I just picked up a recorder and started playing.

You say it's strange, but when the clarinet blows, you stop crying immediately.

I will use it to coax you and stop you from crying until you grow up and start to be afraid of the needle in my hand, my tone of voice, and my gaze.

This clarinet has never been played again.

It's been a long time, and I really miss it.

Don't blame grandma, although grandma gave birth to your uncles and your father, but grandma hasn't taken care of it for a day, and there are servants who can help.

When it was your turn, there was no one around to help, so I had to come in person. Although I wanted to strangle you to death many times, I finally held back after thinking about it.

Do you want to hear this voice again? "

Mrs. Fisher raised the clarinet to her mouth and began to play.

The melodious sound of the flute floated out, and Philomena began to pounce on her grandma, switching between the dagger and dagger in her hand, but the grandma, who was clearly in front of her eyes, became so far apart when she struck. Far.

a long time,

Mrs. Fisher smiled. She looked at Philomena who was already panting, and said:

"I don't believe that my granddaughter only prepared these for today, you should be clear that the real battle between you and grandma should be in a dream, not reality.

I have told you many times that reality is just a dream, and you actually have nothing to miss, because in reality, you will never be your grandma's opponent. "

Philomena said in a deep voice, "I've been dreaming for so long, and now, I want to wake up."

As soon as the words fell, the floor around Philomena began to rapidly crack and spread outwards, the chandelier above her head began to shake violently, the wall skin began to fall off, and everything around her began to distort like a broken mirror.

"dream."

Mrs. Fisher raised the clarinet in her hand, and struck it in front of her.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Philomena spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down on one knee.

Everything that was collapsing quickly recovered at this time, and finally changed back to its original appearance.

"My good granddaughter, do you feel the gap between you and grandma?"

Mrs. Fisher walked slowly towards Philomena who was kneeling on the ground, and continued as she walked:

"It's not because grandma has had longer dreams than you, but because, do you think that what you have endured since childhood is called pain? Only your grandma and I can understand the real pain."

Mrs. Fisher stretched out her index finger and aimed at Philomena's forehead.

"Wow! Woah! Woah!"

At this moment, a person rushed over crawling.

The corner of Mrs. Fisher's mouth twitched, she turned around, raised the clarinet, stabbed the man in the chest, and pinned him to the floor.

"Aww... Aww..."

The man stuck out his tongue, unable to move his body anymore, but still turned his face to the side, looking at Philomena who was kneeling in front of him, holding his hands and touching the upper of his daughter's shoe from time to time.

"You're just a dog, do you really think of her as your daughter?"

Mrs. Fisher smiled mockingly at her son lying in a pool of blood.

"Okay, come on, grandma knows that you have an independent dream, which is reserved for grandma, and I will take it as a gift from you to grandma.

It's like a child building a castle on the beach, holding an adult's hand and saying, who will live in this room, and who will live in this room.

Come,

Take grandma to visit. "

Mrs. Fisher's fingertips pierced Philomena's eyebrows, and Philomena's body began to tremble violently.

Next to him, his father was lying on the ground with tears in his eyes.

Finally, the trembling was over.

"Come on, grandma is with you."

Philomena stood up blankly, lowered her head first, and glanced at her father who was nailed to the ground by the clarinet.

"Aww... Aww..."

Her father's dog's paws were pulling at her trouser legs, as if to keep her.

Immediately afterwards, Philomena looked to the side again.

With the continuous dripping of blood between her brows, her vision was gradually covered by blood, and she saw a young man, nailed to death on a chair, motionless.

"You still like him, don't you?" said Mrs. Fisher.

Philomena shook her head dully, and replied, "He's different from the others."

Mrs. Fisher showed an elder-like kind smile on her face:

"Love, generally, starts like this."

"This is not love. Some people have light in their bodies."

"Look, you have found exactly the same feeling as grandma back then. We are worthy of being grandparents."

"But..." Philomena paused, "Who would sleep with the light on?"

Mrs. Fisher froze in place, her eyes darkened, as if she was doubting her granddaughter's state when she said these words.

However, her suspicion could not be confirmed, because her granddaughter had always spoken in this way.

"You don't know that staying by the light's side is also a kind of happiness."

"I will be blind."

Philomena walked to the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of spraying.

Mrs. Fisher looked down at the dying dog man,

said:

"Son, Mom, I suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness, hehe."

stop spraying;

Philomena came out of the bathroom, naked, as she always did at home.

That is, when she took a shower in Karen's office, she knew that Karen didn't like it, so she closed the door redundantly.

Philomena went into her bedroom, Mrs Fisher following her.

The girl's bed has only one layer of mattresses, no sheets or quilts, let alone teddy bears.

Without drying her body, she lay on her back on the mattress, the water droplets on her body began to soak outward, and her loose hair looked like a black rose in full bloom.

Mrs. Fisher also lay down on the other side, but she was lying on her side, looking at her granddaughter.

"Sleep, child."

Philomena closed her eyes, and Mrs Fisher closed her eyes too.

"Crack..."

Everything around has turned into a gray tone.

In the grayness, there was a sound of "Xixisuosuo" from the floor. The dog-like man grabbed the gap in the floor with his paws, dragged his body abruptly, and crawled into the bedroom bit by bit. What he did Where they passed, dark brown blood was left behind, and the furrow in the middle was the trace of the recorder being dragged and rubbed.

Finally, he crawled into his daughter's bedroom, but he didn't stop, but continued to crawl under the bed. Finally, he crawled to his favorite sleeping position in the past.

His daughter was sleeping on the bed, and he was curled up under the bed, and he felt that he could sleep peacefully in this place.

After adjusting his posture and coughing up another mouthful of blood, he forced himself to close his eyes while his chest wound heaved uncontrollably.

"Crack..."

The lights were turned off completely, and it was pitch black.

few hectares

"Snapped!"

A beam of light shone down and shone on an empty space alone, as if an area that was originally a complete one had been forcibly torn apart.

Soon, there appeared a chair and the young man crucified on it.

Chains of order spread out from the back of the chair, gradually covering the man's whole body, and a strong breath of order flowed out, completely enveloping the man's body.

Gradually, the man's body woke up from stillness, and he slowly raised his arms, allowing his hands to grasp the two knitting needles that had pierced his eye sockets.

"well……"

A sigh came from the man's mouth, and his helplessness and reluctance could be heard.

"Hoo... ph... ph..."

Take a short deep breath to adjust, and it seems to be silently counting "3, 2, 1..."

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

The knitting needle was pulled out from his eye socket by the man, and the man's back was also separated from the back of the chair, and he sat up straight.

The blood from the eyes began to withdraw, and the injuries in the eye sockets quickly recovered. It was as if nothing had happened, and of course, nothing had happened.

But Karen was still rubbing his eyes lightly with both hands, gasping for air while rubbing.

"Hiss...it really hurts."

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This part of the plot is more difficult to write, so I will update it today, I will think about it again, and try to finish writing it in one breath tomorrow and make a big chapter to complete it.