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The middle-aged man had no reaction to Gao Ming's choice, as if everything was expected and had happened many times.

After opening the schoolbag, Gao Ming searched for a long time, and suddenly raised his head in confusion: "Why is it gone?"

"What are you looking for?" The middle-aged man also sat down next to the sofa.

"Looking for..." Gao Ming touched his head: "It's a very important thing, but I don't know why I can't remember it. I should have brought it here!"

His expression became a little impatient. Gao Ming picked up the schoolbag in disbelief and poured it a few times. Various stationery and books fell to the ground, but the schoolbag was empty, and he still didn't find the thing.

"Oh no, it should be forgotten in that tunnel!" Gao Ming's eyes showed a trace of panic: "It must still be in that tunnel!"

"Okay, okay, let's eat first, don't think too much." After the middle-aged man comforted him, he sat next to the dining table with Gao Ming.

Luo Dong, who was hiding behind the shower curtain in the bathroom, was also full of doubts at this time. What did Gao Ming, who looked very weird, throw into the tunnel?

The sound of chopping meat in the kitchen finally stopped, and the faucet was turned on. After a long time, Gao Ming's mother, who was wearing an apron, came out with a somewhat stiff smile on her face, and placed dishes on the dining table.

"You came back so late, and your mother was worried." The middle-aged man picked up dishes for Gao Ming, but Gao Ming, who was wearing a school uniform, just smiled and didn't touch the chopsticks at all.

The middle-aged man didn't care and started eating by himself, praising his wife's cooking skills while eating.

"Your mother made it with great difficulty, don't you want to try it? Don't you have an appetite?"

"I dreamed of this scene in the car before. After eating the food, I suddenly had a cramp in my abdomen, and then I couldn't stop vomiting blood, and finally died next to the dining table." Gao Ming saw that the middle-aged man had eaten almost every dish, and seemed a little shaken.

"We are eating, don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged man didn't persuade him. After a long time, Gao Ming picked up the chopsticks and he took a bite of the dish that the middle-aged man had eaten.

The terrible scene in the dream did not appear. Gao Ming in school uniform shook his head slightly and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

He seemed to be starving, and he ate with big mouthfuls while chatting with the middle-aged man.

About ten minutes later, Gao Ming suddenly felt that he saw something double, and his hands and feet seemed to be powerless.

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Gao Ming turned his head to look at his father, only to see that the middle-aged man was also dizzy and weak in his limbs.

But what made Gao Ming extremely uneasy was that his father, who usually didn't smile, was now smiling gently. He barely supported his body and looked at him.

"You are indeed more cautious each time. What you did before was not a dream, but your previous experience." The middle-aged man almost fell down: "There is medicine in the food, but this time the medicine is different from the last time. In order to make you feel at ease, Dad will eat with you."

Fear appeared in Gao Ming's eyes. He struggled to stand up, but his body was somewhat out of control.

The kitchen curtain was lifted by a sharp kitchen knife, and his mother in an apron stood at the kitchen door holding a blood-stained hemp rope.

Gao Ming and the middle-aged man both lost their ability to move, but there were other people in the house.

Gao Ming's mother walked out very skillfully. She knew that the person in front of her was not Gao Ming, but she still felt a little reluctant when she saw the familiar face.

It was that moment of negligence that gave Gao Ming an opportunity. He stumbled towards the living room door.

Luo Dong, who saw this scene, ran out of the bathroom and pressed Gao Ming to the ground.

"You are not Gao Ming? What on earth are you?" Luo Dong did not feel the resonance of his heartbeat on Gao Ming, and his face began to change inhumanly. In just a few seconds, all kinds of terrifying expressions emerged, as if he was a fake living person.

"I am Gao Ming, I am Gao Ming! I..."

The middle-aged woman covered Gao Ming's mouth, blocked it with a rag, and then tied Gao Ming skillfully.

The woman looked quite fashionable and had no muscles on her arms, but the action of tying Gao Ming was as if she had worked in a slaughterhouse for many years.

"Come and help." Gao Ming's mother asked Luo Dong to hold Gao Ming down first. She fed the middle-aged man a bottle of medicine, and the other party's condition improved significantly.

"The kitchen can't hold it anymore, and the previous one hasn't been dealt with yet." The middle-aged woman was a little worried.

"Then just keep throwing him in the bedroom." The middle-aged man waved his hand at Luo Dong with effort: "Maybe you need to help."

"No problem." Luo Dong felt something was wrong. He and the middle-aged woman dragged Gao Ming on the ground to the door of the innermost bedroom.

The middle-aged woman took out the key and pushed open the ordinary wooden door.

Luo Dong, who was dragging Gao Ming, didn't care. He looked into the bedroom, his heart seemed to be suspended in his chest, and all the thoughts in his brain were frozen.

"This..."

The small bedroom was densely packed with Gao Ming in school uniforms. Each of these Gao Ming had an extremely strange expression. They didn't look like living people at all, but a pile of fake defective products!

"The bedroom is almost full." The middle-aged man walked over, holding onto the wall, and explained softly, "We have to kill all the other ghosts before the real Gao Ming comes back, so that home will always be home."

"Are all these Gao Ming transformed from ghosts?"

"That's right." Gao Ming's mother nodded, she seemed numb: "They are becoming more and more real. I don't know where they come from, but what is certain is that they should know the whereabouts of my son."

"The house is almost full, and it must be over." The middle-aged man opened a cabinet filled with Gao Ming's schoolbags: "Each schoolbag contains the same things. Every Gao Ming will mention that he forgot something important in the tunnel. Whether it is a trap or not, we all want to go to the tunnel to take a look, but..."

"Just what? Is there anything I can do?" Luo Dong touched his chest, he could feel his heart beating strongly.

"Once we leave the room, we will meet new Gao Ming in the corridor, even if we are separated." The middle-aged man finally told his plan: "So we need you to do one thing, go against the direction of Gao Ming and see how the group of monsters appeared? Find the tunnel they mentioned and figure out what they left in the tunnel."

"This is not easy..." Luo Dong did not refuse, he was just worried that he could not do it well.

"Just do your best." The middle-aged man handed Luo Dong the raincoat he had worn. "This is the raincoat worn by the taxi driver we met when we got here. It's stained with a lot of bad things, which will make some ghosts avoid you. I'll go out with you later, and I'll lead away the new high-level spirit."