Monster Paradise

"My parents are alive..." I sat on the sofa, my body trembled a little, and the tears seemed to burst like a dyke.

After a long time, the mood finally calmed down. I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time. It was already more than ten o'clock.

I got up and went to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes were slightly red, and I couldn't see anything unusual.

Washed the face with cold water, and the originally confused brain finally recovered.

The voyeurism is to dig out the greatest fear in the depths of the human heart and restore it.

Unlike illusion, voyeurism is inseparable, it is equivalent to a movie, it is 100 minutes, then there will be no less than one second. A person who activates a voyeuristic rune can only become a character in the movie, and cannot leave the scene until the movie is completely closed.

I know that the voyeurism of this activation is not a simple illusion. To be precise, it is a process of testing people's hearts. I can't get out of it, I can only choose to integrate. It’s just that I still don’t know what the test of voyeurism is for me. How can I pass this test? I can only let it go, let the plot develop.

“Little black?” I whispered, but I didn’t get the response I deserved.

"Little black!" I shouted again. This time I even tried to communicate with consciousness, but the information I sent out seemed to be in the mud, and there was still no response.

There is still no sound in the reliable golden finger. I am a little panicked, trying to use conscious internal vision, but I find that my consciousness can not be seen.

Trying to summon the blood, white them, but did not get any response.

"No!" I groaned in my heart and felt that something big was not good.

I tried to run my life again, but I found that the slightest life in my body could not be sensed. Nian Neng, also did not respond at all, but also summoned the ability to fly a knife. The knife that has broken into the fifth world is completely dying...

"Witchcraft..." I took the last trace of luck and tried to summon the book of Wu Dao, but I got the same result. All the strength in my body was in a dead silence. I completely became An ordinary person with no hands on the strength of a chicken.

This feeling of losing power made me panic, even when I met the virtual arm and the giant sea king, I didn't feel it. Because at that time, I knew that something was within my control, but now everything is uncontrollable.

"If in this situation, the voyeurism runes out the giant sea king or the virtual arm, I am sure to die." This is my biggest worry, I don't know the voyeurism. How will the script be written?

"Forget it, it has already reached this situation, and can only go down the story." I sighed helplessly, looking at myself in the mirror, I was a little embarrassed. This face is already strange, after all, for more than two years, I have always used another body.

Perhaps it is because of this body change, the original has not been brought.

Staring at myself for a long while, I shook my head and took the strange feeling out of my mind, sorted out the clothes, and then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Out of the house, I took a car and went straight to my parents' place.

I can't wait to see the two old people I haven't seen for many years. The parents in memory are still young, and now, I am already a 25-year-old young man, and I don’t know what they will look like now.

After half an hour, the taxi stopped at the door of the old community. I have not returned to this community for many years.

The hometown is even more embarrassing...

When I arrived at the door of the community, my strange emotions rose again. The tears in my eyes were spinning, and my inner feelings grew stronger.

I don't know what to say after meeting, but I can't reveal too many flaws. Taking a deep breath and forcing the mood to stabilize, I finally got the courage and stepped into the community.

A few minutes later, I appeared at the door of the old house, the door is a new security door, but the couplet is the one in my memory.

“Bao Jianfeng’s smashing out, plum blossoms come from bitter cold.”

The horizontal batch is "winter to spring"

This couplet was written in the year of my grandmother's death, and it was also a paragraph I wrote to myself. However, I still recognize my own words. This one is not the one I wrote, but the one I bought.

In my mind, the memory of the past is becoming more and more clear.

Standing at the door, I prepared a little wording, and I reached out and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened and a figure slowly appeared in front of me.

My mind was suddenly blank, and all the words I just thought of forgot the nine-year-old cloud. There was only this middle-aged man in front of my eyes.

The father's appearance did not change much, but he was blessed and his hair was somewhat gray. I recognized him at a glance, and then I couldn’t move any more. Even when my lips moved a few times, I couldn’t make a sound, only I felt a hot stream in my eyes.

"Resist, hold back!" I told myself to suppress my emotions.

"Come back." The father looked at me with a smile, but soon noticed my abnormality. "What happened?"

"Dad!" My consciousness was finally pulled back by this familiar voice, forcibly suppressing my tears, but the body could not help but go forward, hugged my father, and forbeared a word from the mouth. Staying out of the mouth, "Dad, I miss you."

"Is this awkward, silly boy?" The father apparently stunned. Even though I am now half a head taller than him, he reached out and licked my head.

After the mood calmed down a little, I immediately released my father. "Nothing, my mom?"

"Let's choose a dish in the kitchen." My father looked at me with some confusion.

I avoided his gaze and walked straight toward the kitchen. The mother was sitting around the apron, sitting on a small bench, bending over and choosing vegetables, breaking a piece of leaf and throwing it into a plastic leaking basin.

She noticed the figure at the door of the kitchen, and she looked up at me.

"Back?" The mother looked up at me and smiled.

My mother was a little thin, and my eyes were wrinkled. Although it was not the same as the young face in my memory, it gradually overlapped with the appearance in my memory.

"Mom." I calmed down my emotions a little and walked over to my mother, kneeling down and helping her choose a dish.

"Okay, you will talk to your grandmother about the conversation, here I will get it." The mother quickly said.

"Grandma?" I heard this title, and the action in my hand was stagnant. "Where is Grandma?"

"When watching TV in her bedroom, I was watching what I chose recently, and I watched TV every day." The mother smiled.

"I went to see her." I got up immediately, I really didn't expect grandma to be alive in this world.

At the door of my grandmother's bedroom, I saw the old man with white hair. She sat on a wooden chair and stared straight at the TV, not paying attention to my existence.

Although I only saw half of my face, my mood fluctuated. It is this old man who, after his father's death, propped up this family with his own strength and raised himself from the age of thirteen to eighteen. Unfortunately, she had not yet joined the work, and she passed away without enjoying her own blessing.

"Grandma, I am back." At the same time as shouting this sentence, my tears finally could not stop flowing.