Chapter 1: An ordinary, normal and warm night
gan to come from their throats—Stay here!Stay here!!!Lighting a cigarette, Gao Ming leaned against the door frame, silently observing everything.He has been trapped in this room for three days, and th..."Happy birthday!"
The living room lights shone on the pale yellow tablecloth, making it appear incredibly warm. Dad and Mom entered with a cake in hand.
They never bring bad moods from work home, they always have smiles on their faces. Even though they've had a busy day, you can't see any fatigue.
He lifted the kitchen curtain and Gao Ming walked out with the freshly cooked meal. He didn't speak to his parents, and sat alone at the dining table.
"This child…" Dad shook his head helplessly, taking off his raincoat and rain boots, then placing slippers by Mom's feet.
The father, in a crisp suit, was very gentlemanly. He was tall and handsome. The mother, in a white shirt and jeans, was gentle yet capable. She praised Gao Ming's cooking skills and then threw her dirty clothes into the bathroom.
The sound of running water filled the air. After washing her hands, a few drops of crimson remained on the sink.
“Today is your birthday, no matter how busy we are at work, we will come back to be with you.”
Gao Ming seemed not to have heard his parents' voices. He lowered his head and listened carefully to the news broadcast on TV.
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"The Rain Night Killer strikes again! The third murder has occurred in the old city district!"
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“The police have identified the suspect! Please do not panic, citizens. Lock your doors and windows, and try not to go out late at night!”
Heavy rain beat against the windowpane, and the howling wind outside formed a stark contrast with the steaming hot dishes inside.
"Why do you keep reading these news stories" Dad picked up the remote, sounding a bit worried. "Some media outlets just like to boost their attention by relying on unease and misfortune."
The high lord remained silent, he quietly shifted his gaze, scanning the warm cottage.
All the walls were lined with soundproofing, coated with acoustic paint. Unless there was some pretty vigorous wrestling going on inside, the neighbors wouldn't have a clue what was happening in the room.
The living room got a brand new wind-cooled refrigerator. This kind of refrigerator uses a fan to blow air inside for cooling, so the stored meat is less likely to go bad and won't have any strange smell.
The kitchen has a lot of freezer bags, just the right size for meat chunks about the size of a fist, convenient to carry. Under the counter are heat packs, these things mixed with water can accelerate the rotting of meat. So...part of the meat is hidden in the refrigerator, and part of the meat is taken out and buried separately
Behind the bathroom door, there was plastic sheeting that could cover the entire bathroom floor. It seemed like 'the meat' was processed here.
Of course, the meat that needs to be dealt with in the bathroom certainly isn't any ordinary kind.
Just by looking at the clean and tidy floor, Gao Ming's mind was already filled with some bad scenes.
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The overall decoration style of the room is very warm, but his hands were trembling slightly.
"Come, eat cake. Your dad and I got it back in the pouring rain," Mom said after washing her hands. She carefully opened the cake packaging and inserted eighteen candles on top.
"Eighteen..." Gao Ming was twenty-six this year, the number of candles was wrong.
"Make a wish," Dad said, lighting the candles. Mom turned off the lights.
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Darkness cloaked the living room, the firelight flickering and illuminating Dad and Mom's faces as they stared at Gao Ming, both sporting identical smiles in the gloom.
It's truly identical, down to the very curve of the smile.
Gao Ming could feel his father and mother approaching, their bodies seeming to transform in the shadows beyond the firelight.
“I hope that my father and mother can always stay with me.” This was Gao Ming's first time speaking since his parents returned home. In fact, Gao Ming loved his father and mother very much, and they loved him too. No matter how busy they were, they would come back to see him every night.
The lights flickered back on, Gao Ming's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He took the candles one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in a metal box, which already held many candles.
"When you say your wishes out loud, they don't come true. Just whisper them in your heart next time." Dad seemed starving and ate hungrily. Mom looked at Gao Ming fondly and picked up her chopsticks to serve him some food.
Gao Ming didn't touch the food he had made, placing a piece of cake in front of him. He counted his heartbeat, rubbing lightly at the calluses on his fingertips.
"Breaking news! The Rain Night Murderer is highly likely to have fled into the residential area! We urge residents in the Old City District to secure their doors and windows, and absolutely do not open the door for strangers!"
According to clues provided by the police, the Rain Night Murderer is between twenty and thirty years old, and stands between 1.75 and 1.85 meters tall...
About fifteen minutes later, Gao Ming observed the states of his father and mother. He used a small spoon to scoop out a piece of cream and put it in his mouth.
The milk flavor is rich and intense, the sweet taste melts in your mouth, like swallowing a whole fairytale.
“Bang!”
As Mom reached to ladle soup, she collapsed. Her arm flailed involuntarily and her eyelids slowly grew heavy.
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Seeing his wife fall, the father wanted to rush over to help her up, but he felt as if his body was filled with lead. He couldn't even move his feet.
"The dosage is a bit high. Although this isn't my first time doing something like this, I still get nervous."
Gao Ming's hand stopped trembling, he looked at his father and mother who had fallen to the ground, his expression was strange.
"I still can't understand why this is happening. Am I crazy, or is the world crazy" Gao Ming opened the closet and took out the restraints used for mentally ill patients. He skillfully bound his father and mother together.
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The news about the Rain Night Killer on TV was still going, and the downpour continued, but it all seemed irrelevant to Gao Ming.
He dragged his unconscious father and mother with all his might, pulling them to the bedroom door.
Gao Ming loves his father and mother very much, and his parents love him too. No matter how busy they are, they will come back to see him every night, but...
With a grunt, he shoved the bedroom door open. The chains rattled ominously. A row of unfamiliar yet familiar faces, wearing unsettling smiles, stared straight at Gao Ming!
The bedroom was piled high with Dad and Mom!
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Their bodies were entwined with each other!
The expression on his face wasn't something a human could possibly make!
His parents always come back every night, but they don't seem to be his real parents. Even if you tie them up, there will still be new parents coming back at night!
“Are they human Or monsters Or are they monsters that look like humans”
Their mouths slowly opened wide. The father and mother, bound in the bedroom, saw Gao Ming, their eyes flashing with bloodshot veins. They looked like fish tossed ashore, desperately shaking their bodies. As they struggled violently, a hoarse voice began to come from their throats—Stay here!
Stay here!!!
Lighting a cigarette, Gao Ming leaned against the door frame, silently observing everything.
He has been trapped in this room for three days, and the cause of things may have to start from three days ago.
On the eve of the Zhongyuan Festival, he resigned from his job as a prison mental health counselor at Hesheng Prison, preparing to pursue game design and creation full-time.
At 11 PM, he took the last bus back to Haim City from Hanzhou City. At that time, he was designing a small game on the bus to improve family relationships and enhance the quality of kinship. To support himself, he also embedded advertisements for his landlord's cake shop.
The main idea is that parents should spend more time with their children. They should go home every night and chat with their children. No matter how busy they are, they shouldn't ignore their children's feelings. Care is a responsibility, companionship is love.
As the passengers on the bus gradually dwindled, around 1 a.m., the bus inexplicably stopped in a tunnel. Gao Ming took off his headphones and stood up to check, discovering that there was only himself left on the bus, not even the driver.
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He got off the bus with his luggage and heard someone talking ahead, so he quietly followed them.
His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.
He was terrified and locked himself inside his house, but at three in the morning he was woken up by a knock on the door. When he opened it, he found his parents standing outside with a cake.
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The high official invited his parents into the house and went to get slippers, but just then he received a call from his mother.
Mom said that Hǎnhai will have heavy rain for the next few days, and she hopes Gao Ming takes good care of himself and stays safe.
A chill instantly ran down Gao Ming's spine. He turned around to see his father and mother standing side by side behind him, their heads bowed.
Birthday cake, companionship, Dad and Mom...
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Family bonds are elevated to new heights as the in-game scenarios become a reality, albeit with some "minor" twists!
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He had also tried to escape, but the anti-theft door outside was pitch black and eerie, as if connected to another abnormal world.
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There's no other way, Gao Ming could only try to clear the game he designed himself.
Isn't it just about the difficulty of playing a little game to enhance family relationships Isn't it just that after turning off the lights, Dad and Mom become monsters Isn't it just that Dad and Mom come over every night Isn't it just surviving in a house that turns into a slaughterhouse until you are eighteen years old, so that Dad and Mom can complete their companionship
Recalling his experiences over the past three days, Gao Ming's eyelids trembled. He didn't want to eat cake for the rest of his life.
Extinguishing the cigarette butt, Gao Ming pushed the last two "parents" into the bedroom. All the fathers and mothers began to distort their faces, as if they didn't want Gao Ming to leave.
“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”
"I appreciate your company, but if you were truly my father and mother, you wouldn't leave me here. You would want to leave with me."
Before Gao Ming locked his parents in the bedroom, they had never reacted so violently. This just happened to show that Gao Ming was about to clear the little game he designed.
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Closing the bedroom door, Gao Ming felt the temperature in the room begin to rise. The news on television became clearer, and the storm outside seemed even more real.
"After three whole days, I can finally leave this hellhole."
Hurriedly approaching the security door of the living room, Gao Ming peered through the cat's eye. The hallway was no longer pitch black, a dim yellow light flickering on and off, as if foreshadowing Gao Ming's departure from somewhere.
"My memory of that tunnel is a bit hazy, but I'm sure my game becoming reality has something to do with it!"
Gao Ming felt he had to get to the bottom of this quickly. After all, he was a serious mystery buff and had more dead people in his head than there were bodies buried in the public cemetery. If all this turned out to be true, the whole city would be in danger.
The lights in the hallway gradually dispelled the darkness. Gao Ming was about to try opening the door when a sudden flurry of footsteps came from outside.
His heart pounded, and he nervously stared at the cat's eye, his arms bulging with veins.
It should be clear by now!
Holding her breath, Gao Ming stared intently at the corner of the staircase.
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A man in his twenties, over six feet tall and wearing a raincoat, appeared outside the door moments later. His face was grim as he scanned the surrounding doors.
Gao Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly. The figure of the man in the raincoat was almost identical to the surveillance footage released by the police, and his heart that had been hanging in his chest finally settled back down.
"I was so startled, it's the Rain Night Murderer! I thought my parents were back."
He glanced back at the bedroom. He figured clearing a game should have some reward, but Gao Ming didn't dare go get it himself. He found some bandages and wrapped them around his leg, making it look like he was injured. Carrying a garbage bag, he opened the security door.
Moist, fresh air flowed into the room, Gao Ming took a deep breath.
Just as the Raincoat Man was about to leave, he heard the sound of the door opening. Raindrops slid down his hat brim, and he strained to conceal the excitement in his eyes, turning around and gripping the doorframe.
"It's raining so hard outside, your clothes are soaked through. Come inside and warm up."
The Raincoat Man didn't even utter a word. Gao Ming took the initiative to invite him, and then limped over to the food on the hot meal table.
Seeing Gao Ming's defenseless appearance, the man in raincoat walked into the room. He scanned Gao Ming's "injured" left leg and then looked at the half-eaten cake. The warm atmosphere in the room further fueled his destructive desire, causing him to reveal a cruel smile.
This might be the last ordinary, commonplace and warm night you'll ever have.re go get it himself. He found some bandages and wrapped them around his leg, making it look like he was injured. Carrying a garbage bag, he opened the security door.Moist, fresh air flowed into the r...