Lin Ting froze on the spot.
If the person sitting in front of the TV is Xu Qingzhi, then who was that person in the bedroom just now?
She subconsciously glanced inside the house.
The next second, the shadow on the bed laughed eerily, then spread its limbs, swung its slender tail, climbed up the wall, and disappeared into the house along the black gap.
Lin Ting was so frightened that she didn't dare to blink.
She tentatively walked back to the original bed, only to see a thin strand of hair.
Mouse hair.
When this idea came to her mind, she was suddenly startled and threw the hair in her hand away.
Then she was molested by a big mouse just now?
Lin Ting suddenly felt chilled all over.
She clearly realized that the rats that couldn't be cleaned out of Aunt Li's mouth were gradually spreading to other rooms.
She must piece together the complete story in the few days left and successfully pass the SS level.
After all, according to the current level of collapse of the dungeon, whether it can last until the seventh day is a question.
She put away her emotions, put on a smile, and sweetly called "husband" in the direction of the sofa.
Xu Qingzhi seemed to have not heard anything and stared blankly at the Snowflake TV in front of him.
There was still no program playing on the TV, but a baby-like "gurgling" laughter came out from time to time, which made people feel chilled all over.
At this moment, Aunt Li appeared behind the two of them and said in an extremely calm tone.
"Miss, it's time to go to bed."
After saying that, she stood in the corner and stared at her with the remaining gap between human skin and eye sockets.
Lin Ting knew that he was talking to her.
What about Xu Qingzhi?
She had no choice but to answer and looked back at Xu Qingzhi who was sitting blankly.
Lying on the cold bed, her heart was beating fast.
Because of the scene just now, she even felt that the big mouse was hiding somewhere on the ceiling and observing her.
This sense of voyeurism made her scalp tingle.
The lights outside were completely turned off, and the rustling sound in the living room disappeared instantly.
In the middle of the night, Lin Ting woke up from several heart-wrenching cat calls and scratching at the door, and heard someone whispering outside the door.
"Stop being stupid, she can't possibly recognize you..."
Do you know how jealous I get when she holds you? So now that you are disappearing, she will only be mine.
Of course I love her, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to make the same mistake again.
impossible! you shut up! She won't run away! She will always, always be with me! "
Although Lin Ting closed her eyes tightly, she was sure that Xu Qingzhi's voice was the only one from beginning to end.
Who is he talking to?
She forced herself to calm down and go back to sleep.
No rules were broken and she was safe.
In the early morning of the fifth day, Lin Ting woke up.
Overnight, a lot of mold had grown in the corners of the bedroom. A few spiders and cockroaches occasionally fell out of the cracks in the wall and crawled on the floor.
The photo of the couple that was facing the bed was torn in half and held together with a sticky black liquid.
Lin Ting raised her head and realized that there were countless scarlet eyes hidden in the black gaps in the ceiling, looking at her without blinking.
Just like the scene in the hospital that day.
When she met the dense gaze, she felt her breathing quicken.
Lin Ting was not a patient with trypophobia, but his ears rang when he saw this scene.
It seemed as if some memory was trying to pierce her brain and try to force its way inside.
Lin Ting twisted the door handle and quickly opened the door.
The aging problem of the walls in the living room is even more serious. The peeling wall skin is like ulcerated skin.
Xu Qingzhi is not at home.
The sofa area was empty.
The kitchen was in a mess, and Aunt Li was hunched over, grabbing a hopping rat and about to put it in her mouth.
"Zhizhizhi..."
Several jumping little mice scurried from the kitchen to her feet, stepped on her shoes without fear, and then scurried under the sofa.
Aunt Li "crunched" the mouse in her mouth, showing an expression of joy from time to time.
"It's so delicious, so delicious. If I had known they were so delicious, I would have done it a long time ago, hehe..."
She licked her fingers with relish, her licking red tongue was still exposed, and her eyes glanced over.
"Miss, do you want to eat too? I can catch one for you."
The moment Aunt Li saw her, the joyful expression in her eyes dimmed a little.
Lin Ting's eyes trembled.
She stared at the red sweater on Aunt Li's body.
It is said in the rules, [You can trust Aunt Li, unless she wears red clothes].
But isn't she wearing red clothes now?
Lin Ting forced a smile and said, "No, I'm not hungry yet."
When Aunt Li heard her words, she smiled horribly, and drool couldn't stop flowing from the corners of her mouth.
"Since the lady doesn't want to eat, then I will have it all to myself, hee hee..."
After saying that, she stretched her hands to the top of her head, lifted up the drooping human skin, and revealed her scarlet eyes to look at the group of mice that were munching on something in the corner.
Lin Ting looked down at the mice scurrying around the room. According to the rules, she should call Xu Qingzhi immediately at this moment.
She doesn't have a cell phone, and the only phone at home is in the study.
While Aunt Li was distracted, she lifted her steps and walked towards the study.
The study room was surrounded by dense white insect eggs, and the wall coverings on the ceiling were peeling off.
There were red cockroach egg sheaths stacked on top of each other within a few steps on the ground. When you stepped on them, the crisp shells opened, and dozens of milky white and transparent cockroaches squeezed out.
Everything in the room had begun to rot.
Just when she picked up the phone and was about to make a call, she glanced at the gray newspaper on the table.
The headline above clearly stated: Xu Qingzhi’s art exhibition has received wide acclaim and its popularity has increased dramatically.
Lin Ting paused and felt the temperature around him begin to drop.
If a painter is not painting at home, why does he go out every day?
If she was thinking on Blue Star, she would probably suspect that Xu Qingzhi had another woman outside.
But this is a strange world, and "Sweet Home" is also the result of Xu Qingzhi's obsession.
So to avoid her?
But Xu Qingzhi has played a character who loves his wife extremely from beginning to end, so why should he avoid her?
Lin Ting scratched his head and carefully recalled the previous details.
If Xu Qingzhi is not an office worker, but a painter, what is her identity?
model.
Yes, Xu Qingzhi in her dream once mentioned the profession of modeling.
She was the model in his painting, and that made sense.
Lin Ting picked up the newspaper. It did not photograph Xu Qingzhi's work, but only revealed the title of the work——
"My dear love"
Then, the reason for Xu Qingzhi's collapse must be the changes within the family.
She had already vaguely guessed what happened to herself and Xu Qingzhi in that world.
There is only one reason why a painter who loves his wife can completely collapse and stop painting for her——
Disfigured.
