Chapter 22 The Desperate Memory Picker
In the Sega apartment building, room 710 on the seventh floor.
A woman in pajamas looked at the mobile phone in her hand, turned it off, threw it into the trash can, and picked up a little boy who was about four years old.
"Mom, I want to play with my mobile phone."
"Okay, you can just play with mom's mobile phone. Here." The woman picked up a mobile phone from the table and handed it over.
"Mom, who called just now?"
"Baby, someone called the wrong number. Let's go play in the house."
"Okay, I can play with my phone." The child He shouted excitedly, ran to the room inside, lay on the bed and started watching videos.
The original smile on the woman's face also faded away at this time, turning into indifference, even mixed with an indescribable numbness and despair.
She looked in her thirties, without makeup, and her hair was messy. At this moment, she went to the kitchen to get a knife, and then walked to the door of the master bedroom in the suite.
Push the door open and go in.
Inside, the curtains were drawn, and although the lights were on, it was still a little dark.
There were clothes scattered on the floor, including underwear and underwear, which looked very messy. A shirtless man was sitting beside the bed in a daze.
Seeing the woman come in with a knife, the man frowned.
“Wife, what are you doing?”
"What for? Kill first, to avoid long nights and dreams."
"Wait a minute, Lao Liu, after all."
"What after all? They are acquaintances, friends, can't you do it? No." Okay, husband, haven’t we killed enough acquaintances? Anyway, no matter who we kill, they will survive next time.”
The woman had a hint of contempt on her face.
"Besides, I didn't intend to let you do anything. I no longer have a memory card. I thought this round would be very troublesome, but I didn't expect Liu Mao to actually call someone in front of our house. His identity has been exposed, who can blame him?"
"He may be a newcomer and doesn't know the situation."
"Newcomer? Maybe, but he must be a memory collector. It's just a pity that I didn't find the initial card from him. By the way, he just Did he do it? Does he know about other Shi memories? Who is he? In addition, where is his card? Is it at his home, or given to someone else, such as his wife?"
"Honey, I'm tired!" The man on the bed looked extremely decadent. If you look carefully, his eyes are filled with red bloodshot eyes.
It is a kind of fatigue engraved in the bones.
"Tired? Who the hell isn't tired? Do you think I'm relaxed? Who knows why we are trapped in this day, what we have experienced is so terrifying, I don't even dare to think about it, But those memories must be preserved, because if there is no memory, we will become amnesiacs and a walking zombie. Husband, that is more terrifying than death."
The woman seemed calm and said these words in a slightly hoarse voice. It could be seen that there were tears in her eyes, and the next second, the tears rolled down.
“But we can’t escape. No matter how hard we try to resist, it’s useless. Every time we are killed by that monster, we wake up on the same morning, and then we try to find a way. Find other Memory Pickers, kill them, get memory card rewards, and then After that, we hid like cockroaches in the sewer, trying to avoid the monster's pursuit, but never succeeded. Wife, this is a cycle, a cycle with no solution, and we can't escape at all."
The man collapsed, holding his head, trembling all over and crying softly.
He didn’t dare to speak loudly.
Because next door is the children's bedroom.
They have two children, and they are both at home because it is summer vacation.
What devastated them the most was that every time, the monster would kill everyone in the building, including their children.
"Coward, Fan Yong, you are still a man. If you want to cry, cry by yourself. I have to do business." There were no tears in the woman's eyes at this time. She picked up the knife and left. He went to the closet and opened the door.
There is a person inside.
Being tied up very tightly, there was tape on his neck and mouth, and the blood on his head was scarred. He should have been hit hard, but this man was not dead, he was just trapped. coma.
If Luo Xi were here, he would recognize him. This person is exactly the Liu Mao he is looking for.
The shirtless man in the room did not move. He did not stop the woman. He just looked at the woman with a blank expression while holding the knife. He grabbed Liu Mao's hair with one hand and pulled his head to one side, exposing Neck. With one strike, the neck will probably be cut in half, and blood will splatter out, but it doesn't matter, because it is in the closet, which is full of bedding and clothing, which can absorb the blood and prevent it from bleeding everywhere.
In the past, more than one person died in this closet.
Just when the woman raised the knife and was about to chop it down, suddenly, the sound of 'ding dong, ding dong' from the doorbell came from outside.
The woman stopped and frowned.
She turned and glanced at her man, who said helplessly, "I'll go take a look."
After that, she got up, put on some clothes and walked out.
The woman glanced at the unconscious Liu Mao in the closet, took a step back, and closed the closet door.
She held the knife, hid it behind her, and walked out of the bedroom.
At the door over there, her man also opened the door, and there was a child standing outside the door.
"Uncle, I'm looking for brother Yan Zhe, is he at home?"
"Ah, it's Si Xin. Yan Zhe is at home, but he is doing his homework." Man His expression was very unnatural.
The reason is very simple. The child outside the door is Liu Sixin, the youngest son of neighbor Liu Mao. He is eight years old and is in the second grade of school.
Perhaps hearing the noise at the door, the children inside the room who were playing with their mobile phones also ran out. When they saw Liu Sixin, they happily approached him.
"Mom, I don't want to play with my phone anymore. I want to play with Brother Sixin and the others." The child handed the phone to his mother, and while the woman took the phone, she also walked out of the bedroom, closing the door of course.
In another room, a boy who looked slightly older came out.
"Mom, Dad, I've finished my homework." This is the couple's eldest son, Fan Yanzhe, who is eleven years old and is in fifth grade. As for the child who was playing with his mobile phone before, he is their younger son. , Fan Xiaobao, who is not yet five years old.
"You go out and play, just in the corridor, don't run around." The woman said, obviously intending to take out all the children.
"Okay, let's bring the skipping rope and go out for a run." Fan Yanzhe was also very happy. He hugged his giggling brother and was ready to go out.
"Mom, Zhou Ya's birthday is today. I prepared a birthday gift for her. We are going to Uncle Zhou's house for dinner at noon, right?" Fan Yanzhe asked before going out.
When they heard the word 'Zhou Ya', the couple couldn't help but tremble.
The woman forced a smile and nodded.
“Be safe.”
“Got it, Mom!”
The three children ran out of the door laughing.
The man slowly closed the door, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
The woman is going to the bedroom again with the knife.
"Honey, wait a minute." The man suddenly said: "I feel something is wrong this time."
"Why is something wrong?"
"Old Liu, Liu Mao, he went out to work very early a few times in the past few times, but today, he did not go out on time. According to what we have learned before, only amnesiacs who have experienced those things in this apartment building can Lao Liu is definitely not qualified to be a new memory picker. Also, when he was on the phone in the corridor, he said the words "Memory Picker" and "The Day of Imprisonment", so if he is a newcomer, it is impossible to know These, and he doesn’t have a novice card, so I suspect that he may be an outsider.”
“Oh, is this the point? I don’t care what he is, in short, kill him, guarantee. You can get a memory card as a reward. Fan Yong, I am your wife, so you can't compete with me for this card." The woman looked at the kitchen knife in her hand, thought about it, and went to the kitchen to change it. A sharp knife.
She felt that the wound caused by stabbing was smaller than that caused by cutting. Naturally, the blood would not flow out so much and it would be easier to clean up.
“No, wife, what I mean is that Liu Mao was discussing the Memory Pickers and the Day of Imprisonment with others on the phone before, so the other party must be the Memory Pickers, and they may be a team. .The point is, Liu Mao came in from the outside, you know? Maybe they know how to leave this hellish place, maybe we can join them"
(End of Chapter)