Chapter 424 Yan Tiaoba was killed in the conflict spiral
"What's wrong?"
Shi Shi saw Yan Tiaoba's hesitation.
"No, nothing."
Yan Tiaoba took a deep breath. In any case, he was already standing at the door of his home. No matter what happened, he was mentally prepared. If he turned around and ran away, he had a hunch that it would be him. I'm afraid the truth will never be known again.
He made up his mind and reached out his hand to press the doorbell.
"Wait a minute, there's no need to ring the doorbell, let's just go in, Yan Tiao."
Suddenly stopped his action.
"Isn't it good to break in like this?"
"How can you call me an intruder? Isn't this your home?"
Shi glanced around for a week, and finally landed on the security door in front of him. He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see through it.
"And I have a hunch that if you just press the doorbell, something will change, just like the mechanism goes haywire."
Yan Tiaoba's face was full of confusion, not knowing what Shi Shi was talking about.
"never mind."
Shi Shi looked at Yan Tiaoba's confused look, sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to him.
"Key, you have the key to the room, right?"
"oh oh……"
Yan Tiaoba hurriedly took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Shi.
Shi took the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it gently. With a "click", the spring retracted and the door lock opened.
The lights came out like a tide along with the sound of the TV, drowning the two of them, and there was a scene that Yan Tiaoba was extremely familiar with - the father who complained all day long, and the mother who silently suffered the complaints without saying a word.
Seeing these two people, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"How can it be--?!"
Yan Tiaoba yelled subconsciously, but he seemed to have thought of something and quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would be heard.
But it turns out that his efforts were completely in vain. Even with such a loud voice, the father and mother inside still turned a deaf ear and repeated their familiar daily routine.
Shi walked in without saying a word. What he saw was a luxurious room, as well as tattered furniture that was incompatible with the luxurious room. Garbage that smelled of peculiar smell was piled up in the room.
The bald middle-aged man was lying on the sofa, watching the comedian's performance on TV, and yelling at the same time.
"Hey! Has Tomoe not come back yet? It's already eight o'clock, and it's been an hour since he got off work, right? Really, what on earth is that kid doing?"
"Who knows?"
"That kid doesn't treat his parents as parents, which is what you are used to. Really, he would rather give money to creditors who don't care and don't care than give money to me. It's really too much. What does that kid think he has? Don’t you all rely on me to survive until now?”
"Who knows?"
My mother responded with an expressionless face, just busy with the never-ending housework, listening to her father's nonsense.
Yan Tiaoba looked at these two people silently. He remembered that he had clearly killed them, but now they appeared in front of him, which made him wonder if he was insane.
Suddenly, he realized that he and the two men had walked into the room and stood in front of them, but his father and mother seemed not to have seen them at all.
What's going on?
He subconsciously looked at the two rituals, hoping that this young girl could give him an answer.
"Xan Tiao, what time do you usually come home?"
Shi Shi was not surprised by the scene in front of him and asked Yan Tiaoba calmly.
"Nine o'clock."
Yan Tiaoba glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and then nodded, as if confirming something.
"I usually get home at nine o'clock."
"Then let's wait for a while. It'll be fine until then."
"But why are my parents like this? They look like they don't even see us."
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"It's not like, but they haven't seen us at all, because now we exist outside the program, and they still rely on the program to act. They can't recognize us outside the program."
"But……"
"Just keep waiting."
Yan Tiaoba opened his mouth, then closed it again. He watched the two rituals walk into his room, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door. He had a lot of thoughts. He didn't know what he was thinking. Time seemed to pass quickly, and it seemed to be stretched countless times. In his own confusion, the door was opened. The sound woke him up.
Looking at the people who opened the door and walked in, Yan Tiaoba's brain seemed to have a little boy being detonated, and it went blank, losing the ability to think.
It was Yan Tiaoba himself who walked in the door. He would never admit his mistake. That "Yang Tiaoba" walked in silently, without paying attention to his parents at all. Without saying a word, he returned to his room and lay down. On the bed.
Yan Tiaoba passed by his other self. I am afraid that he is the only one in the world who can experience this wonderful feeling.
Another Yan Tiaoba was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, sighing deeply, as if he wanted to spit out all the depressed mood from his heart.
However, the other self was not aware of the existence of Yan Tiaoba and Liang Li. In this room, they seemed to have become ghosts that no one could see.
After a while, the sound of quarreling came from the living room. Yan Tiaoba had never heard such a sharp voice as his mother's. They seemed to be arguing about something, like two dogs biting each other.
Then the sound suddenly stopped, replaced by an unsettling dull sound and heavy breathing.
Yan Tiaoba suddenly realized something. He suddenly looked in the direction of the paper door, with a splitting headache. The scene in the dream was intertwined with the reality happening in front of him, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and dream.
He shuddered, seeming to realize what was going to happen next.
The paper door was pushed open, and the mother stood in a backlit position, looking at the other Yan Tiaoba lying on the bed, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Go to hell, Tom."
Yan Tiaoba watched his mother walk to the bedside and stabbed her hard with the kitchen knife in her hand, with a sparkling light in the corner of her eyes.
【Are those tears? 】
Yan Tiaoba didn't know. He just watched his other self being stabbed more than a dozen times. In the end, the kitchen knife was broken. His mother picked up the broken kitchen knife and slashed his neck.
Then it was all over.
What happened in front of Yan Tiaoba was the scene in his nightmare, but it actually happened in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched his arm deeply, trying to use the pain to distinguish the current situation. Are you dreaming?
The burning pain reminded him that what he was seeing was by no means an illusion. This was reality, a nightmare-like reality.