Doomsday Wonderland

Hello everyone, this is anti-theft, the text is still a little bit behind! My mom is out foraging, so I have to finish writing and post it before she comes back!

After turning on the light, Jess gently closed the door behind him, leaned against the door and let out a long breath.

The window glass facing the door was darkened by the night; she looked at her reflection in the lake, walked over and closed the curtains, and then rubbed her face tiredly. On the calendar "No. 23, Thursday" is marked with a small tick.

Another day is over.

There are already five ticks in the calendar; the day before the five ticks, the day when she saw the back of the little brown-haired girl, was marked with a big red cross.

"Another day has passed," Jess put down his pen with a wry smile, "I'm fine... I'm fine today."

It has been almost two weeks since I entered Marquis Beppu to work. Rather than saying that the Marquis and his wife were satisfied with her, it was more like they didn't care much, as long as she took Mona well and didn't make trouble for them; but Mona liked her, and the two got along very well, and she gradually adapted to being in the Sigh life in the big house.

As long as she doesn't show herself, everything will be fine...

*

When Jess opened his eyes, he didn't know why he woke up suddenly. In the stillness of the night, it took a few seconds for the drowsiness to dissipate slowly, allowing the slight movement at the door to reach her ears.

Resisting the urge to scream, Jess lowered his head and forced himself to finish his lunch.

The things Mona bought yesterday were piled up in the refrigerator in a mess; through the ceiling, you could hear some faint movements downstairs, knowing that the Marquis family had woken up.

But Mona is so measured, it must be another prank I teamed up with others...

"What's the matter?" Jess asked, also leaning over to look. "What is he looking at?"

*

Even if the other party saw it, Jess still shook his head. You specifically picked a time when the night was quiet and everyone in the mansion went back to their rooms to sleep before you called Hongcha, but now you look back at Qishang, but you regret it: the dead of night means that you said something in the corridor, Sound can go far away.

At this moment, you suddenly feel dazed, remembering that Mona asked herself the same way after a long time. Could it be - could it be -

In the evening of drawing the eighth White, Jess covered his head with the quilt and cried for a long time under the bed. Why things turned out that way, you fully understand; obviously after a long time, everything is full of hope...

Jesten sat up from the bed, feeling sleepy. You were sweating hotly on your back, and shouted hoarsely, "Who is it?"

*

Eight more ticks are missing under the calendar.

"He's definitely fine, I must tell you..." Red Cross said outside the phone.

Did you lock the door last night? You totally want to be up.

But now is the time to make a phone call: Manli's afternoon class has started, and it will not be lunch time in half an hour, the cook is busy outside the kitchen, and the Marquis and his wife are slow to come back... You are willing to let people hear the content of your phone call.

Manli's voice sounded from the other side: "Of course, anyone can make him go!"

*

Jess doesn't feel like a frightened bird at all, he always scans Qi Zhou with a little corner of his eye, and you will be startled whenever Mona Hot Shiding calls you. Even if there are fewer days to tick off, you can still breathe a sigh of relief; if Xiaozuo says that there is nothing bad in life, there is no Mona—outside those two weeks, even Jess dared to I doubt that you would hate loving that child so much.

Today, however, Mrs. Solano was silent—you didn't even say hello, but just stared out the window.

What's wrong with the gardener please? Jess wants to ask you, but the cook has already turned away to work.

"Key?" Mona frowned, cracking an egg out of the pan. "What did he ask for the key?"

"Ah, did you," said Jess hurriedly, picking up the spoon. Your eyes turned around under the table, and you pretended to say something: "You are thinking about the content of the get out of class... you are eating now."

Lunch is occasionally more complicated, today is smoked fish, salad, bread and a thick soup. Jess sat under the dining table next to the cooking counter, looking up at the lunch under the table, not moving. The cook had already gone back, and for a while, there was no sound of Mona’s tableware clashing outside the kitchen: the spoon knocked against the side of the plate, and the knife fell under the table with a bang before buttering...

"Except him," you tried to control your tone, and asked, "Who doesn't have the key to the room outside Beppu?"

Maybe... maybe Mona can't help you.

"Zou Qin hasn't hired a gardener yet?"

*

On the other side of the doorknob, there was a scraping of metal, and it sounded like—like, someone was trying keys one by one.

Nobody wants to open your door.

Staggering, Jess went back under the bed, and finally fell asleep quickly despite the weak thoughts of his bad friend.

Maybe the pills have worked, and you feel that the world is very quiet again: outside the kitchen, there is only yourself and the fire, the sound of tinkling dishes, the aroma of fried eggs and coffee permeates the slightly cold summer morning outside.

*

It would be bad if he could discuss it with the red cross. Jess looked at the phone outside the corridor on the first floor eagerly, but shook his head and withdrew his hand. The red cross is like a rock, firmly tying you to the ground in reality, which always brings you a sense of peace of mind.

"That's bad." Hongcha didn't sound worried at all, "By the way, when can you go and see him?"

The movement inside the door stopped immediately.

At the moment you turned your head, a figure in white walked past you with a sound.

When Mrs. Solano spoke, it was exactly what you imagined. Jess was stunned, looked at the figure under the lawn inside, his heartbeat gradually recovered, and said, "Yes."

Jess was about to lose his temper, but another thought suddenly occurred to him—as if a hand was clutching his chest, and the next words disappeared. You glanced at Mona sloppily, and the more you looked at it, the more you realized: Am I pretending to be innocent? Or really know?

"He knows what you're talking about!" Jess really held back his anger and said, "He's the housekeeper, so he doesn't have the key!"

"You want to go home," you said high into the phone, "you feel so, so alone over there..."

Jess turned his head and said loudly to the phone: "You have something to do, you have brought everything you should bring, and he knows yours too..."

It can, it can show its feet.

"Manli," Jess suppressed the guilt in his heart, looked at you, and just sat next to you and asked loudly: "There must be a day...his parents want you to go, what will happen to him? Will he follow?" We ask, let you stay?"

*

While Jess pretends to drop the cutlery, you take a quick peek from under the table—under this chair, sits a pair of woman's legs, toes pointing back.

Zou Qin regards you as her worst friend, and mentions Lisa more and more. There was still an empty chair left for Lisa after class, but Jess could tell that the imaginary friend was fading away from Manli.

According to the usual practice, you and Mona always delay eating in the kitchen, so that no one will take care of the Marquis's family when they eat. Jess hasn't been too natural with Mona since this morning's incident; you wipe your face before taking small steps back into the kitchen—luckily, Mona's still here.

Even if you were the one preparing breakfast today, Jess quickly put on his clothes and went upstairs when it was only daylight. You rushed straight out of the jingling kitchen, and as soon as you opened the door, you asked with a warm face: "It was him last night?"

Red cross, if there is a red cross, it will be broken. There must be no red cross. The darkness you have experienced has already swallowed you up.

But it's really bad to guide older children like that...

Jess turned on the bed hurriedly, taking advantage of the moonlight cast by the window, quickly pulled the chair from behind the desk, put it against the door, and asked, "Who is it? You heard him!"

"Is it him?"

Zou Qin turned around, as if startled, with a dazed look on her face. "What?"

After a few seconds, there was a high rustling sound from inside the door, but it got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

What should I tell you? Do you want to make Red Cross worry in vain? You are so far away, you can do anything, why bother.

*

"Room key?" Mona gave you a strange look, "Except for the small door in Beppu, there is no key for the door of the room. The house is a hundred years old, and the keyholes are rarely rusted. Is there any rust?" I’m staying here, and I already knew where I lost the key. Don’t be so careless to lock the door..."

Mrs. Solano is from a distant village. It is said that your mother is not the cook of the next old marquis, and you have often come to Sigh Hill Cottage since you were a child. You are less concerned about Beppu than Jess. You didn't mean to be ridiculous, Jess tried a few times, and only eight sentences came out of your mouth, so he gave up his intention of ruining the relationship.

Did Mona see me.

Wait a minute... Jess felt dizzy for a while, but he dared to show signs, and grabbed the skin on the inside of his arm.

Breakfast on the seventh day is Jess' responsibility; so you wake up when it's daylight.

It looked like it would be a bad day today, and there was a blue streak outside the faded sky. The lawn inside was green, and the gardener came early—in a few days, the roses outside the garden should be in bloom. "Mrs. Solano," Jess greeted the cook.

You cry so hard that you catch your breath, the lake is blurry behind your eyes, and you can see everything clearly. It wasn't until you almost vomited that you climbed onto the bed tremblingly, stretched your arms back on the white-painted bed, and pulled out your suitcase. You hurriedly took out a big medicine bottle, and swallowed the white pills with the tap water outside the bathroom.

"Why is he eating?" Zou Qin finally asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

*

Did Zou Qin see that there was a familiar woman with white hair sitting on the other side of the table? I was facing the wall, with the front of my head pointed at the seven people, and the front of my back that was pressed against the edge of the dining table seemed to freeze extremely intensely, without even the ups and downs when I was breathing.

"What's wrong?" Hongcha's voice became vigilant, "Is he still bad?"

Eight ticks ago, finally another small White appeared, almost tearing through the paper.