Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"301 Strange Talk: Mother and Daughter."

"After being pregnant with that person's child, Cen Sui got his wish and moved into the high-end apartment that he dreamed of when he was poor as a child. He got rid of the curse from his original family, moved to the upper class, and no longer had to be laughed at by the daughters of rich people because of poverty. ...is the future that Cen Sui dreams of."

"However...why did everyone tell her...behind her, there was a 'daughter' she couldn't see?"

"'As a mother, I dress myself clean, but let my daughter follow me dirty...'"

"'This little girl's card is something your daughter left in the elevator?'"

"'In the evening, can you ask your daughter to stop playing around at home? The footsteps are very loud! Since you are her mother, you naturally have the responsibility of discipline!'"

"The neighbors questioned strangely, the frightened look in the property management's eyes when he saw the room, the rumors that were created out of nothing but intensified... Could it be that there is really a little girl she can't see behind her?"

"A ... daughter who only she can't see?"

"The strawberry hairpin in my hand looks like an old thing from 20 years ago, but it looks so familiar..."

"Where have you seen it?"

"There are always strange children's channels on the TV, footprints of children's shoes at the entrance, and children's handprints on the corners of the newly bought wool coat..."

"Could it be that there really is an invisible child living with her?"

"Issuing card, a very familiar card..."

"The inexplicable traces of needlework and stitching appear in the clothes. I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up to find that my shoulders were sewn to the sofa... Where is the invisible hand behind the scenes?"

"Who...! Who is following her... Who is going to take revenge on her..."

"Strawberry hairpin...she remembered it! It was made by her mother when she was a child...the one she treated as a daughter in the 'playing house'...a rag doll that she sewed up and abandoned! "

"The rag doll... that rag doll was abandoned by her and resented her... did you come to take revenge on her?!"

"'Please, please let me go!' cried the woman who was sewn on the sofa and couldn't break free, 'I will be nice to you, I will sew you a new body and dress you beautifully Skirt, take care of you, treat you well...'"

"'Don't kill me...don't kill me!' The woman burst into tears, 'I'm your mother, aren't you? Don't you love me? I'm sorry, I was...'"

"'You are not my mother. My mother... is dead...'"

"'She's your mother too! You were just born in her womb... She's been so kind to you...'"

"'Why are you begging me for mercy, apologizing to me...why don't you apologize to her! Don't you have any remorse for her?!'"

"'I also want you to experience... being killed by what you have conceived...'"

"'Why...I can't be that person's daughter...why...she died for you? Why...you don't love her at all?'"

"In order to please her daughter, the doll that was made became conscious of the mother's day-to-day whispers."

"Those words of love, those tenderness... all for another girl."

"Why die for someone like that? Why... can't you live for me?"

"Because I'm...not a real human being? As a rag doll, I can't do anything but catch your tears..."

"If I could stand up, if I could come to your side, if I could hold you and keep you from sinking into the lake..."

"I want to be your daughter."

"Even a rag doll has feelings, why doesn't a human being have it?"

"It's a daughter, vengeance on another daughter."

"Cen Sui's body was found three days later. Also found was a rag doll with a faded and cracked body."

"The ragdoll has no heart, but its chest is completely split."

"302 Strange Talk: The Painter of the Soul"

"Some people inject soul into painting, and some people paint for soul."

"How much are you willing to give for a masterpiece of art? With your own soul...or, the soul of someone else?"

"After witnessing the painting that embodies the ultimate beauty of the world in the missing friend's room, the painter took the cursed set of paintings home."

"The painter who was once prosperous for a while, but was known as Jiang Lang's talent has returned from Nirvana. Even more than the previous level of painting, all the critics have praised it."

"'What is your art of drawing?' someone asked."

"Faced with such a question, the painter just smiled."

"'Inject the soul'."

"'Only the most beautiful souls can draw the most beautiful paintings, persistent, gentle, passionate, brave... Everyone's soul has a different fineness, and I...'"

"'Always looking for the most beautiful souls, they are my inspiration.'"

"A painting with a soul is the most beautiful painting. Countless people who love art come here and go to the painter's studio, but only the best people 'stay' there..."

"The exhibition is coming, and the eight best paintings are covered with black cloth and placed on the balcony."

"The friend who came to stay for the night said in horror; 'I heard crying in the painting in the middle of the night.'"

"'How could such a thing happen?' said the painter gently. 'You must have heard it wrong.'"

"Did he hear it wrong?"

"Sometimes, absolute interests can touch people's hearts more than ghosts and gods who kill people... The exhibition is coming soon, and there can be no problems with these eight paintings."

"Even if everyone said there was something wrong with the painting, the painter would be the one who knew it but insisted on refuting it."

"The cries in the living room late at night, the paintings that staggered about in the early morning, the people who are getting closer and closer to me on the path of the paintings... The boy with the red collar, looking at him with resentment."

"He remembers that young man, this young man, who came to this studio to find his missing sister. At first sight...he fell in love with this soul."

"He put him in the picture."

"As long as they're covered with a cloth and can't be seen, it can be assumed they don't exist."

"'How can there be ghosts in this world? There are only eternal interests in this world.'"

"until……"

"One night, the painter disappeared."

"The anxious crowd came to the painter's apartment before the exhibition, and there were eight paintings covered with black cloth on the balcony."

"Under the black cloth, there are eight blank drawings."

"And on the easel in the living room, it seems to be the latest completed work, but it is..."

"They've never seen, never imagined that something could be like this..."

"Ugly things."

The moment the body falls into the traffic, it is like falling into the deep sea. Lin Huai opened his eyes.

He woke up from a dream.

The ragdoll sat beside him, and she was injected with a new dream, with tears on her face.

This is what Lin Huai knitted for her. She became a real human being and was adopted by Cen's mother. The two lived happily ever after in their dreams.

Before weaving dreams, Lin Huai casually asked the ragdoll a question:

"Do you want a new body?" He smiled casually, "Your tattered body won't last long. When you become a red-clothed, you should be able to change your obsession. Is it the extent of things?"

The doll shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere but the body she gave me," she said.

Lin Huai then shrugged, and in the ocean of dreams, he placed a white paper flower on top of the doll's head, and said, "Good night then, I wish you a good dream."

"Actually, it stands to reason that if you want to kill a person as an evil spirit, it is not so difficult to die. It is a pity that her body was created by the mother of the slain, and it will naturally respond to the murder. Her intention of revenge was repelled, so in the end, she also participated in the rapid demise of her who did not reach the level of red clothes after revenge. This maternal love was protecting Cen Sui until 20 years after her mother died. "

On the sofa, Lin Huai raised his head and said very casually: "Unfortunately, not everyone is born with a conscience, and morality is not so much an innate instinct as it is a luxury. …”

His fingers dexterously folded a white paper flower in reality and inserted it on the doll's head: "Then I wish you would hate the world a little more after your sweet dream is over. White paper flowers are used for funerals, However, when Cen Sui's blood dyes it red, it can be used as a celebration of a 'wedding feast'."

"Happy revenge, little ragdoll."

Lin Huai walked out of Room 301, then he turned around and opened Room 302.

Room 302 remained the same as when he left. Eight paintings lay quietly inside the black cloth, and he walked across the living room to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the painter was still asleep. Since he was imprisoned and played by Lin Huai, he has always been asleep at the mercy of fate.

Lin Huai stared at him for a long time, pondered for a moment, and summoned Lan Xiang, who was squatting in the living room to read a novel: "Did anything special happen tonight?"

"Something special?"

Lan Xiang raised his head for unknown reasons, and Lin Huai said, "Did you secretly beat him behind my back?"

Lan Xiang quickly shook his head.

"Or... all the ghosts in those eight paintings suddenly thought about it? Don't you plan to take revenge?"

Lan Xiang: "Why do you have such a ridiculous idea?"

... Tsk, as expected of the red-clothed, dare to speak to him so rudely. Lin Huai glanced at her, revealing a kind-hearted look.

"I... Nothing really happened tonight..." Lan Xiang said aggrievedly, "If there is something special..."

"What special thing?"

"It's the woman next door who's been screaming. By the way, you're smashing her door, right?" Lan Xiang blinked and said, "You're a player anyway, why are you acting like a villain?"

Lin Huai: "I thank you for your compliment."

Lin Huai returned to the sofa, grabbed a fruit knife and started tossing it.

"Strange, the weird talk in room 301 is completed, why is the weird talk in room 302 suddenly completed?" He pondered, "Did something special happen?"

After thinking about it, Lin Huai didn't get an answer. He threw the fruit knife into the wall and left 302.

I haven't seen each other overnight, like every three autumns. Lin Huai comforted Chu Tianshu, who was lying on the bed and yawning, but glanced at the desk.

"Huh? Is the water glass on the desk poured?"

Lin Huai vaguely remembered that this seemed to be brought down by him before he left. At that time, he was in a hurry to go to 201, so he didn't care much.

Lin Huai stretched out his hand to hold the water cup, but his fingers swept over a book that was placed beside it, and seemed to be wet with water.

——That is the resident registration book of Chunyu Apartment.