Confession begins.
The aborigines hesitated, but finally someone spoke first.
From the intermittent narratives of the indigenous people, Cheng Ye finally pieced together the story about the boy.
Unsurprisingly, it's disappointing.
The young man did not lie to them. In the nightmare, even if they had unlimited time, they had no way of knowing the truth about his death.
The difficulty of this dungeon is that in each space you can get clues to another space, but you need to dare to dream.
Okay, let's go back to the day when the boy died.
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The unit building where the teenager lives is a purchase building that was redistributed after demolition.
The room was small and cramped, exuding a cold atmosphere, and the sound insulation was not good.
It turns out that the demolished households in the alleys were forced to squeeze into this building.
Unlike on earth, they can choose to receive monetary compensation, or they can choose to get a house similar to the original size.
The compensation amount is not enough to buy a toilet in a new building, so most people choose to buy a house.
These people were like rats in the gutter, crowded together in this dark high-rise building.
Because every household was originally a neighbor, but now they just changed buildings, and everyone is still familiar with each other.
They knew very well that the boy's home was hell on earth.
Many people have watched the boy grow up, and on those days when the boy asked for help, everyone stood by and looked on.
No one wants to interfere in other people's housework, not to mention the young man who exists as a 'victim' of this building.
No matter who is in a bad mood or has nothing to do, you can scold him.
In the real past, the boy's parents did not love him.
His birth was an accident.
His father did beat his mother, but that was because he was not his father's biological child.
Everything was very dramatic, and his mother was not the hard-working, caring, caring, and willing to sacrifice everything for her children in the nightmare.
His father is not a coward who does nothing but drinks and plays cards, and takes his anger out on his mother and son when he loses money.
Everything is different.
In reality, her mother was tall, very beautiful, and a well-known beauty.
It's a pity that I didn't study hard and just wanted to make quick money, so this accident happened to him. '
And his father, a receiver who was deceived, discovered the truth two years after he was born.
As a result, a makeshift home became even more fragmented.
His mother doesn't love him.
So does his father.
Remember in the nightmare, no one can see what the real neighbor looks like across the way, and their family life is made up of a dream?
Well, so does the boy.
He grew up being beaten and scolded.
The sentence I have heard the most is: "Bastard, if it weren't for you, how could my life be like this?"
Many people told him to die.
His mother, father, neighbors, and malicious children would all ask when they saw him: "Why don't you die?"
Children learn from adults.
Adults turn to outlets for stress because of the stress of life.
His father had a green head because of his dignity.
And his mother felt that he ruined her elegant life.
So, in his sweet dreams.
Everyone is kind, gentle, and willing to help.
Even though her mother was beaten by her father for many years, she still tried to protect him, love him, and give him the best she could.
His father, in reality, just like what he thought when he occasionally complained, he didn't have to support the family, he only had to play cards and drink to relax, and he could also vent his resentment over the years on his mother through his fists.
As a boy, he built a beautiful dream.
Not just for yourself, but for others.
He wants everyone to be friendly and kind.
He is not saving others, he just wants to hug his young self.
This nightmare occurred because the young man's obsession was too strong.
So powerful that it competes with Weird for human lives.
Time came to the day when the boy died.
Before the boy's death, there was something strange about this building.
Residents began to die inexplicably.
But no one took it seriously and thought it was an accident.
But the young man has been wandering in this building all year round. It can be said that he knows every brick and tile of this building by heart.
So, he was the first one to realize something was wrong.
He has tried to tell others the truth, but as the person at the bottom of this building, who will listen to what he says?
It would be nice if he didn't get kicked in the butt.
The boy was desperate and didn't know what to do.
He can't save anyone.
Because no one will believe him.
That day was also an evening.
He behaved the same as in the nightmare, lingering downstairs for a long time without daring to go upstairs.
He knew that his mother lost money playing cards today and his father was not in a good mood.
As long as he comes home, there will be a big fight.
In fact, after years of being beaten, he no longer feels any pain.
What makes him sad is never the old and new scars on his body, but——
His parents really don't love him.
That day, the boy sat downstairs for a short while and experienced the dirty words from the neighbors passing by.
Being stoned by children.
Feeling dusty, I finally decided to go back.
He stood up and briefly cleaned up the mud on his body, then walked upstairs.
He didn't know that today would be the turning point of his life.
His age will stop on this day forever.
He thought that as long as he finished the college entrance examination and left this city, he would be reborn.
However, there is no chance again.
The door opens.
The father looked angry, his eyes were red, he looked like he had drunk a lot of wine, and he was a little confused.
The bottle hit the boy directly on the head.
Suddenly, blood flowed from his head.
His father stood up unsteadily, grabbed his collar and dragged him towards the room.
In fact, he was already very high at that time, and he could have resisted easily, but he didn't.
His father didn't know why he was so crazy that day, so he tied him up and beat him.
"You little bastard, eat mine and use mine!"
"Why don't you die? Huh? You still want to go to college. I'll let you go to college!"
"Everyone is mocking me and saying that I raise other people's children!"
"Why don't you die! Why don't you die!"
"..."
The boy did not retort and silently endured the man's beating.
But the man's insults were getting louder and louder, and they had already spread out of the room, and everyone passing by in the corridor could hear them.
At this time, the woman went home.
When she saw the man beating the boy, she didn't step forward to stop him. Instead, she took off her high heels and started beating him.
"Okay, then beat him to death."
"If you want him to die so much, then kill him!"
The woman's attack was extremely vicious, and the tip of her high-heeled shoes was driven hard into the boy's body.
Suddenly there were more wounds on the young man's body.
The small hole was filled with blood, gurgling back and forth.
There were more and more people watching at the door. Everyone seemed to be watching a good show. No one tried to dissuade them, but everyone watched with gusto.
"Harder!"
"Yeah, hit it on the head!"
"Didn't you eat? Still reluctant?"
"Hey, you would be reluctant to raise other people's children, right?"
"..."
There was a constant stream of jeers from the crowd.
The man lost his mind under the cheers of the crowd and began to beat him more and more fiercely.
The boy gradually lost consciousness.
It hurts……
It really hurts...
His eyes were blood red and everything started to become blurry.
In the midst of heated discussions and intensive beatings like rain.
He weakly called for help:
"help me."
Please help me.
help me……
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Please...
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