Doomsday Wonderland

Turning on the light, Jess gently closed the door behind him, leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

The window glass facing the door was dyed pitch black by the night; she looked at her blurred reflection, walked over and closed the curtains, then rubbed her face tiredly, and marked "23rd, Sunday" on the calendar. A small check mark is drawn at "4".

The day is over again.

There were already five of the same little ticks on the calendar; the day before the five little ticks was the day she saw the back of the little brown-haired girl with a big red cross drawn on it.

"Another day has passed," Jess put down the pen with a wry smile, "It's okay...it's okay today."

It has been almost two weeks since I started working at Marquis Beppu. Rather than saying that the Marquis and his wife were satisfied with her, it was more like they didn't care much. It seemed that as long as she took care of Mona and didn't cause trouble for them; but Mona liked her, and the two got along very well, and she gradually adapted to being in the house. Sighing about life in the big house on the hill.

As long as she doesn't expose herself, everything will be fine...

*

When Jess opened her eyes, she didn't know why she suddenly woke up. In the silence of the night, it took a few seconds for the sleepiness to slowly dissipate, and the slight movement at the door reached her ears.

There was a scraping sound on the other side of the doorknob, and it sounded like—like, someone was trying keys one by one.

Someone tried to open her door.

Jess suddenly sat up from the bed, completely sleepless. There was a cold sweat on her back, and she yelled in a hoarse voice: "Who is it?"

The movement outside the door stopped immediately.

Jess hurriedly got out of bed, took advantage of the large moonlight shining in from the window, quickly pulled the chair from the desk, put it against the door, and asked again: "Who is it? I heard you!"

After a few seconds, there was a low rustling sound outside the door, but it got farther and farther away and finally disappeared.

*

"is that you?"

Even though she wasn't preparing breakfast today, Jess quickly got dressed and went downstairs when the sky was only dim. She rushed straight into the noisy kitchen, opened the door and asked with a cold face: "Was it you last night?"

White turned around, as if startled, with a confused look on his face. "What?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Jess couldn't help but feel angry and said, "You are the housekeeper, you are the only one who has the key!"

"Key?" White frowned and cracked an egg into the pan. "Why are you asking for the key?"

Jess was about to get angry, but another thought suddenly occurred to her - as if a hand was clenching her chest, and the next words disappeared into thin air. She looked at White carefully, and the more she looked, the more uncertain she felt: Is he pretending to be innocent? Or are you really unaware?

"Apart from you," she asked, trying to control her tone, "who has the key to the room in Beppu?"

"Room key?" White gave her a strange look. "Except for the main door and the back door, there are no keys for the room doors in Befu. This house is a hundred years old, and many of the keyholes are rusted. If there is no rust, the keys are also long gone. I don’t know where it was lost. Don’t accidentally lock the door..."

Wait a minute... Jess felt dizzy, but didn't dare to show any signs of it, and pinched the skin on the inside of her arm hard.

Did she lock the door last night? She couldn't remember it at all.

*

It would be nice if she could discuss it with Manli. Jess looked at the phone in the corridor on the first floor longingly, but shook her head and took back her hand. Manli was like a stone, firmly tying her to the ground in reality and always giving her a sense of peace of mind.

But now was not the time to make a phone call: Mona's morning class was over, and it would be lunch time in half an hour. The cook was busy in the kitchen, and the Marquis and his wife were coming back soon... She didn't want anyone to hear the content of her phone call.

As usual, she and White always ate in the kitchen in advance, so that someone would take care of them while the Marquis and his family ate. Ever since that incident in the morning, Jess had always been a little uncomfortable with White; she wiped her face before striding into the kitchen - luckily, White hadn't come yet.

"Mrs. Solano," Jess greeted the cook.

Mrs. Solanno is from a nearby village. It is said that her mother was the cook of the previous old Marquis. She has also been coming to Sigh Hill House often since she was a child, and she is much familiar with Beppu Bizes. She was a bit informal and Jies tried a few times, but couldn't get three words out of her mouth, so she gave up on building a good relationship.

However, Mrs. Solano was particularly silent today - she didn't even reply to the greeting, but just stared out the window.

"What's wrong?" Jess asked, leaning over to take a look. "What are you looking at?"

At that moment, she suddenly fell into a trance and remembered that Mona asked herself the same question not long ago. Could it be—could it be—

"Has White hired a gardener?"

When Mrs. Solano spoke, it was not at all what she had imagined. Jess was startled, then looked at the figures on the lawn outside, her heartbeat gradually slowed down, and she said, "Yes."

What happened to the gardener? Jess wanted to ask her, but the cook had already turned away and was busy.

*

Lunch is always simple, today it is smoked fish, salad, bread and a thick soup. Jess sat on the dining table next to the kitchen counter, looking down at the lunch on the table without moving. The cook had already gone back, and for a while in the kitchen there was only the sound of White's tableware hitting the opposite side: the spoon hit the edge of the plate, and the table knife was dropped on the table with a clang after smearing butter...

"Why don't you eat?" White finally asked, "Why are you so dazed?"

"Ah, no," Jess said hastily, picking up the spoon. Her eyes moved around the table and she said calmly: "I'm thinking about the content of class...I'm going to eat now."

White didn't see him.

White didn't see a strange man with dark hair sitting on the other side of the table. He faced the wall, with the back of his head pointing towards the two of them. His back pressed against the edge of the dining table seemed to be frozen and calm, without even the ups and downs of breathing.

But White is so imprudent, maybe it's another prank he teamed up with others to do...

When Jess pretended to drop the cutlery, she quickly looked under the dining table - on that chair, a pair of men's legs were sitting, with their toes pointing forward.

You can't, you can't show your flaws.

Jess suppressed the desire to scream, hung her head, and forced herself to finish her lunch.

*

After six ticks, another big red cross finally appeared, almost cutting through the paper.

*

"I really want to go home," she whispered into the phone receiver, "I feel very, very lonely here..."

"What's wrong?" Manli's voice sounded alert, "Are you okay?"

What should I tell her? Do you want Manli to worry in vain? She was so far away and couldn't do anything, so why bother.

Even though the other party couldn't see it, Jess still shook his head. She specifically chose a time when it was dead of night and everyone in the house had gone back to their rooms to sleep before calling Manli. But now she looked back and looked around, but she regretted it: the dead of night meant that when she said something in the corridor, her voice It can float very far.

"If something happens to you, you must tell me..." Manli said on the phone.

Jess turned her head and whispered into the phone: "I'm fine. I've brought everything I need to bring. You also know my..."

The moment she turned her head, a figure in white walked silently behind her.

"That's good." Manli sounded a little worried, "By the way, when can I go over to see you?"

*

Three more ticks on the calendar.

Jess felt like a frightened bird, always scanning the surroundings with a little bit of peripheral vision. Sometimes White would call her out of the blue, and she would be startled. Even if there are more days to tick, she can't completely relax; if there is any good thing in life, it's only Mona - in these two weeks, even Jess herself didn't dare to I believe that she will love and love this child so much.

Mona considered her her best friend and mentioned Lisa less and less. Although there was still an empty chair for Lisa in class, Jess could see that this imaginary friend was slowly fading in Mona's heart.

Maybe... maybe Mona could help her.

But it is really not good to guide children in this way...

"Mona," Jess suppressed the guilt in her heart and didn't look at her. She just sat next to her and lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "If one day... your parents want me to leave, what will you do? Will you follow them?" Do you want me to stay?"

Mona's voice came from the other side: "Of course, no one can let you go!"

*

On the night when the third red cross was drawn, Jess covered her head with a quilt and cried for a long time in bed. She had no idea why things turned out like this; it was clear that not long ago, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net everything was full of hope...

She was crying so hard that she couldn't see anything clearly. It wasn't until she was almost vomiting that she crawled out of bed tremblingly, stretched her arms under the dark bed, and pulled out her suitcase. She hurriedly took out a small medicine bottle and swallowed the white pills with the faucet water in the bathroom.

Manli, it would be great if Manli was here. Without Manli, the darkness she had experienced would have swallowed her long ago.

Staggeringly, Jess returned to bed, and finally fell asleep slowly amid the strong longing for her friend.

*

Breakfast the next day was Jess's responsibility, so she woke up when it was still dark.

Perhaps the pills had an effect, and she felt that the world had become normal and quiet again: there was only herself and the fire in the kitchen, the sound of clinking dishes, and the aroma of fried eggs and coffee filled the slightly cold summer morning. .

The things White bought yesterday were neatly piled into the refrigerator; through the ceiling, she could hear some faint noises upstairs and knew that the Marquis and his family were getting up.

It looks like the weather will be nice today, with a streak of blue appearing in the fading night sky. The lawn outside is extremely green, and the gardener has arrived early - in a few days, the roses in the courtyard will bloom.

Last year I forgot how I celebrated the New Year. I just cooked instant noodles. This year I worked hard and decided that I would be like a human being in 2022, so I decided to make dumplings from scratch! Want to make fish! I’m going to make my mom’s specialty stuffed vegetable and meat peppers! Go shopping now! There’s still a New Year’s Eve dinner even if you don’t go home!

Of course, instant noodles are still essential... After the above dishes go into the trash can, you will still have to rely on instant noodles.

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