Today is the third day of the dungeon. When grandma comes back four days later, it will be the seventh day of the dungeon.
Su Qingyu secretly made up her mind to pass the level before the seventh day arrives.
The clock in the living room is covered with spider webs, the sofa is peeling, revealing the sponge inside, and there are empty wine bottles piled on the coffee table.
Su Qingyu raised the remote control and turned on the TV.
"Our station reported that recently, the capital flow of the community project undertaken by Daystar Real Estate Co., Ltd. was interrupted, and many workers asked for wages to no avail..."
Press the button with your thumb to adjust the channel.
"The Daystar Middle School Photography Competition has officially begun. The first-place entry is "Girl in a Skirt Swinging". Please submit anonymously and contact the publicity department within seven days to receive the certificate..."
Su Qingyu noticed that the girl in the winning painting was her daughter.
It seems that my daughter has been in the predicament of being secretly photographed and harassed for a long time.
Combined with that nightmare, Su Qingyu can deduce what happened to her daughter before.
In the afternoon, take online classes.
The chair in the study is missing a wheel, and the originally clean and tidy computer chair has words carved with a knife.
Su Qingyu stroked the hateful words with the pad of her index finger.
"In the name of protection, people do harm."
"It's not my fault, why did I leave the school?"
"Why do mom and dad blame me?"
“I don’t want to be the one with the knife pointed at me, I want to be the one with the knife.”
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There is also the word "death" carved out with a knife, half the size of a palm.
The red pen dyed the groove of the word "death", and there was a small piece of nail hanging on the raised burr on the edge, which was shocking.
The online class teacher is no longer teaching much today.
The teacher's two hands were supporting the desk, and the online class live broadcast room was silent.
Even so, Su Qingyu persisted until the point was reached before leaving.
At the end of the class, the teacher muttered quickly in a small voice: "Students, remember to study in the evening from 12pm to 1am tonight."
Su Qingyu raised the corners of her lips and left the study.
In the copy of Ghost Stories, every word spoken by these weird people may contain clues.
Tonight's evening self-study may contain clues to pass the exam.
I have to study in the evening, but I can't go to the study room.
This shows that there is still a plot to be triggered.
Su Qingyu ran to the living room. At this time, her parents were in the kitchen.
Dad dragged out a huge black garbage bag from the kitchen. It was a little difficult because the contents of the garbage bag were heavy.
Seeing Su Qingyu, his father frowned: "I have nothing to do all day, go help your mother clean!"
"Okay." Su Qingyu picked up the rag and pretended to wipe the dining table, "Mom and Dad, I have to study in the evening."
"I know, dad... Ka Ka Ka... I won't disturb your study at night."
Dad dragged the garbage bag out.
Mom wiped her hands with a rag and took out the tablet from the drawer in the gray bedroom.
"Don't go to the study room at night. Go back to your room and use the tablet to study in the evening."
Su Qingyu took the tablet.
During dinner, Dad was complaining about work and Mom was complaining about housework.
Table hygiene is becoming more and more serious. The more food mom and dad eat, the cloudier their eyes become.
In this home, not only the furniture is beginning to age, but even the attitudes of the parents are becoming increasingly manic.
After the mother comes into contact with Su Qingyu, her condition will be relieved.
And her father didn't like her daughter too much.
After grandma went to the hospital, my brother often sat on the balcony and shot balls.
There are often loud noises coming from the balcony, like something heavy falling from a high altitude.
At night, Su Qingyu returned to her room. She first taped the precarious door lock with tape, then got into bed and turned on her tablet.
There are many software installed on this tablet that Su Qingyu has never seen before.
There is still an hour and a half left before twelve o'clock in the evening.
Su Qingyu clicked on the "Mingbao" software, and there were a dazzling array of things in it.
Food column, living area.
Su Qingyu saw familiar food.
[Healthy food × 1, price 100 ghost coins.
Introduction: Delicious soybean paste rice bowl, convenient and quick, and can be heated in the microwave. ]
Scroll down further.
[Tuna sushi × 1, price 5,000 ghost coins.
Introduction: Made with tuna meat, rice and seaweed, it is a must-have companion for home and travel. ]
Why is it so expensive? Is this sushi made of gold?
Su Qingyu tried to place an order for two tuna sushi, but the payment page popped up on the screen.
When filling in the bank card number, Su Qingyu had trouble with the password.
She hasn't set a password either.
Su Qingyu thought for a moment and entered his birth date.
Ding--
Payment successful.
On the payment interface, Su Qingyu found a rule for using Tiandi bank cards.
[Payments below 10,000 yuan can be made without password, and above 10,000 yuan, a payment password must be entered. The payment password is the user's birth date. 】
Two boxes of sushi appeared in front of Su Qingyu in a cloud of white smoke.
Su Qingyu has been in a state of semi-starvation these days.
The healthy food, rice with soybean paste, was too small for her to eat.
Opening the plastic box of tuna sushi, the aroma of hot rice hits your face.
Su Qingyu moved her index finger. The satiety of this sushi was obviously higher than that of healthy food.
While Su Qingyu was eating, Shuangxi turned his head 180 degrees to face the wall.
Only his long black hair was left facing her.
Su Qingyu was amused by Shuangxi's reaction: "Do you want to have a taste?"
Shuangxi shook his head like a rattle.
After Su Qingyu finished one piece of sushi, he hid the other piece of sushi in the drawer.
It’s also weird, mom and dad must also hate this tuna sushi.
Weird and living people's food is not the same. They looked at each other's food and both felt disgusted.
At night, it shook the bedroom door, like the sound of wind or the sound of a knife cutting through sandpaper.
Fortunately, Su Qingyu used a bench to push against it, reducing the damage to the door.
When I clicked on the online course software, the facial recognition image showed my daughter’s face.
At midnight, the online class teacher appeared.
"Students, the weekly test is scheduled to be from 4:30 to 5:30 in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.
Students who fail to score above 90% will need to participate in a one-year make-up course organized by the school.
Now, I will take you to review the key points of the exam.
Keep your spirits up, the teacher will only review it once with you. "
The online class teacher speaks very fast. Su Qingyu has been listening carefully in the past few days, so she can keep up with the rhythm.
The make-up lesson is over.
Su Qingyu's head was buzzing and she fell to bed to rest.
The fourth day of copy.
Su Qingyu got up and ate yesterday's sushi first to regain some strength.
The door to the living room was actually open, and Su Qingyu quickly ran to close the door.
"Mom, the door to the house is not closed."
Mom came out with a kitchen knife in her hand: "Dad forgot to close the door at night."
"Where is daddy?"
"Dad went to the hospital."
Su Qingyu understood that her father was going to the hospital to visit her grandma.
After the morning online class, Su Qingyu saw her father sitting on the sofa drinking.
Three wine bottles were stuffed into the huge mouth, with the face facing up, and the alcohol was "gurgling"
Dad's left arm is empty.
The sleeves fluttered with the draft.
