Chapter 22 The Desperate Recollector
Chapter 22 The Desperate Recollector
Room 710, seventh floor, Sega Apartment Building.
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 phone."
"Okay, just play with mom's phone. Here." The woman picked up a phone from the table and handed it over.
"Mom, who called just now?"
"Baby, someone called the wrong number, go play in the house."
"Great, I can play with my phone now!" the child shouted excitedly, ran to the inner room, lay on the bed and started watching videos.
The smile on the woman's face faded at this moment, and turned into indifference, even mixed with an indescribable numbness and despair.
She looked to be in her thirties, without any makeup and with messy hair. 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 dim.
There were clothes scattered all over the floor, including underwear, which looked very messy. A shirtless man was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.
The man frowned as he saw the woman coming in with a knife.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"What are you doing? Kill him first, so that there won't be any more trouble."
"Wait a minute, Lao Liu..."
"What? They're acquaintances, friends, so you can't bring yourself to kill them? No way, husband, haven't we killed enough acquaintances? Anyway, no matter who we kill, we can come back alive next time."
There was a hint of disdain on the woman's face.
"Besides, I didn't intend to let you do it. I no longer have a memory card. I thought this round would be very troublesome, but I didn't expect Liu Mao to call someone in front of our house and expose his identity. Who can I blame? I can only blame himself."
“He might be new and doesn’t know the situation.”
"Newcomer? Maybe, but he must be a Memory Collector. Unfortunately, I didn't find the initial card on him. Oh, did he confess just now? Does he know who the other Memory Collectors are? Also, where is his card? Is it in his house, or was he given to someone else, such as his wife?"
"Wife, I'm tired!" The man on the bed looked extremely decadent. If you look closely, you can see red bloodshot in his eyes.
It was a kind of fatigue that was engraved in the bones.
"Tired? Who the hell isn't tired? Do you think I'm relaxed? God knows why we are trapped in this day. What we have experienced is too horrible. I don't even dare to recall it, but those memories must be preserved, because without memories, we will become amnesiacs and become a walking corpse. Husband, that is more terrible than death."
The woman seemed calm, and spoke these words in a slightly hoarse voice. You could see tears in her eyes, and the next second, tears rolled down.
"But we can't escape. No matter how hard we resist, no matter how many ways we try, it's useless. Every time we are killed by that monster, we wake up on the same morning. Then, we find other memory collectors, kill them, get the memory card reward, and then hide like cockroaches in the sewer, trying to avoid the monster's pursuit, but not once succeeded. Wife, this is a cycle, an unsolvable cycle, we can't escape at all."
The man collapsed, holding his head, shaking all over and crying softly.
He didn't dare speak loudly.
Because next door is the children's bedroom.
They have two children, and since it is summer vacation, they are at home.
What made them most frustrated was that every time, the monster would kill everyone in the building, including their children.
"You coward, Fan Yong, you're still a man. If you want to cry, go ahead and cry by yourself. I'm going to do some real work." The woman had no tears in her eyes at this time. She picked up the knife, walked to the closet, and opened the door.
There is a person inside.
He was tied up very tightly, with tape on his neck and mouth. The blood on his head had already formed scars, which showed that he had been hit hard. However, the man did not die, he just fell into a coma.
If Luo Xi were here, he would recognize that this person is 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 her expressionlessly as she held the knife and grabbed Liu Mao's hair with one hand, pulling his head to one side, exposing his neck. With one cut, the neck would probably be cut in half, and blood would splatter, but it didn't matter because it was in the closet, which was filled with all kinds of bedding and clothes that could absorb the blood and prevent it from flowing everywhere.
In the past, more than one person died in this closet.
Just as 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 paused, frowning.
She turned her head and glanced at her man, who said helplessly: "I'll go and take a look."
After saying that, he stood up, put on his 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 husband also opened the door, and outside the door, stood a child.
"Uncle, I'm looking for Brother Yanzhe, is he home?"
"Ah, it's Sixin, Yanzhe is at home, but he is doing his homework." The man's expression was very unnatural.
The reason is very simple. The child outside the door is our neighbor Liu Mao’s youngest son, Liu Sixin. He is eight years old this year and is in the second grade when school starts.
Perhaps hearing the noise at the door, the child who was playing with his mobile phone in the room also ran out. Seeing Liu Sixin, he happily came over.
"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. The woman took the phone and walked out of the bedroom, of course, closing the door.
From another room, a boy who looked a little older came out.
"Mom, Dad, I have finished my homework." This is the couple's eldest son, Fan Yanzhe, who is eleven years old and will be in the fifth grade at the beginning of the school year. As for the child playing with the mobile phone before, he is their youngest son, Fan Xiaobao, who is less than five years old.
"You guys go out and play, just stay in the corridor and don't run around." The woman said, obviously intending to send all the children out.
"Okay, then let's take our jump ropes and go out for a run." Fan Yanzhe was also very happy. He hugged his giggling brother and prepared to go out.
"Mom, Zhou Ya's birthday is today. I prepared a birthday present for her. We are going to Uncle Zhou's house for lunch, right?" Fan Yanzhe asked before leaving.
When they heard the word "Zhou Ya", the couple couldn't help but shudder.
The woman forced a smile and nodded.
"be careful."
"I know mom!"
Three children ran out of the door laughing.
The man slowly closed the door, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
The woman prepared to go back to the bedroom with a knife.
"Wife, wait a minute." The man suddenly said, "I feel something is wrong this time."
"What's wrong?"
"Lao Liu, Liu Mao, he went out to work very early the last few times, but today, he didn't leave on time. According to what we know before, only those who have lost their memory and experienced those things in this apartment building can become the new memory restorer. Lao Liu definitely doesn't meet the requirements. Also, when he was on the phone in the corridor, he mentioned the words memory restorer and the day of imprisonment. If he is a newcomer, he can't know these. Moreover, he doesn't have a novice card on him, so I suspect that he may be an outsider."
"Oh, is this the point? I don't care what he is. Anyway, if you kill him, you will get a memory card as a reward. Fan Yong, I am your wife, so you can't fight 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 for a sharp knife.
She felt that the wound caused by stabbing would be smaller than that caused by chopping, so naturally, less blood would not flow and it would be easier to clean up.
"No, wife, what I mean is that Liu Mao was discussing the Shiyi Ren and the Day of Imprisonment with others on the phone before, so the other party must also be a Shiyi Ren, and they may be a team. The point is, Liu Mao came in from outside, do you understand? Maybe they know how to leave this damn place, maybe we can join them."
(End of this chapter)