The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 566: The Boy in the Box
The smell of raw meat, fishy and rotten, filled his mouth with the first chew, making him almost nauseous.

So he really vomited.

The woman's face suddenly changed, and her ugly face looked even more terrifying.

She didn't mind and reacted quickly to catch what he spit out and feed it back into his mouth, covering his mouth tightly.

"Oh, you can't be picky about food! If you are so picky about food, when will you recover?"

"I got this from the cleaners in the East Market with great difficulty. It's for your health!"

"You have no idea how pitiful you were when you first appeared. The smell you exuded from your body made the creatures in the abyss salivate." She muttered in a low voice, as if she was feeling a little emotional. "When I saw you, you were already full of holes from being bitten..."

"I took great pains to save you from those rubbish. Look at my hand, one of it is broken..."

The woman's mumbling voice lingered in the boy's mind like a hypnosis.

He looked over dazedly and realized that the woman had always used one hand, whether it was picking him up, dressing him, or feeding him, she only used one hand.

For some reason, the young man actually felt a little distressed, as if he was really ungrateful and had let the woman down.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that there was such a person in his past.

No, more than one...

Maybe his mother?
He wasn't sure, he couldn't remember clearly. Those women were like a blurry image, with different looks and ages, overlapping and intertwining in his mind.

These memories in my mind are sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, and finally return to silence.

He just sat there quietly, allowing the woman to feed him the raw meat bit by bit.

The woman then revealed a satisfied smile, touched his head and said, "My dear, this is my good boy."

But strangely enough, after the boy ate the meat, he felt a warm current flowing in his stomach, and the power that had been dormant for a long time seemed to be awakening little by little.

The broken parts of the limbs, which had been unable to sense anything before, were actually itching slightly, as if they were growing.

"That's great, my dear!" The woman rolled up the boy's sleeves and said excitedly, "Look, your buds have grown!"

The boy looked down and saw that, sure enough, a few wriggling buds had sprouted from the broken arm, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed like it wouldn't be long before I could recover.

The boy was very excited.

She was so excited that she didn't notice that the woman's face darkened.

At this time, some noises were heard outside, and footsteps were coming closer and closer.

There was a knock on the door not far away.

"Cleaning duty, please open the door." Although this was an order, the speaker's tone was friendly.

Then, there was the sound of the door opening.

There was a faint sound of talking.

It's the neighbor's house.

"This cleaning should be related to the hole in the sky and the burning thing, right?"

"That's right! It's been peaceful for so many years, but today two groups of people came at once. The king is so angry that he almost turned evil."

"Ah, that's right. Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work..."

"It's not hard. For the sake of the warehouse city and our peaceful life, everything is fine."

These voices reached the boy's ears, and he vaguely felt that they were related to himself, but he couldn't remember anything in his mind.

The woman next to him suddenly changed her expression, panic flashed across her eyes, and she picked up the boy and stuffed him into the big box where the meat had just been taken out.

The air in the box was stagnant, and a fishy stench hit the boy in the face. When he smelled it, his face turned pale.

"Mom...I don't want to, ugh!" he struggled and whispered.

The woman didn't allow him to talk, and hurriedly stuffed him into the box with one hand, and anxiously told him: "My dear, stay here and don't move."

Then quickly close the door.

The boy curled up in the darkness, feeling the oppression and suffocation of the air. The stench seemed to engulf his mind.

He tried his best to suppress his panic, but the fear in his mind continued to grow.

At this moment, he heard a knock on the door, followed by the sound of a woman hurriedly walking to open the door.

The door was opened and the sound was blocked out, but occasionally some fragmentary conversations still reached the boy's ears.

"No... I don't know anything..."

"Really..." a man's voice said, "Then..." Then a woman's voice sounded: "Wait, sir, I smell..."

Then came the woman's hurried explanation.

But it couldn't stop the sound of their footsteps entering the house.

The boy began to feel panic in his heart. He didn't dare to move and curled up tightly in the narrow box.

In this desperate darkness, he could only feel the granulation tissue on his severed limbs growing itchy and numb, and he seemed to be able to hear their slight rustling sounds.

The footsteps outside are moving towards the house.

"Why... is there blood in the bathtub..."

"And there's also... a bad smell..."

The boy knew that this was referring to him.

He felt as if he was getting closer and closer to the vague truth, so he put his head close to the door, trying hard to hear more clearly.

The woman's voice was intermittent and trembling: "It's just... I was greedy and couldn't finish it... I accidentally made it..."

When the boy heard this, his heart sank suddenly and a strong sense of uneasiness arose.

He suddenly realized that perhaps this woman was no different from those abyss monsters she mentioned that coveted his limbs.

No. Do those monsters from the abyss really exist?
Or?
Doubts grew wildly in his heart like poison ivy, and he couldn't help but put his ear closer, as if he was trying to put it in the door.

"So...what about these clothes? Whose are they?"

"Yes... I picked it up." The woman's voice was weak and trembling. "You know, that smell... attracts the abyss..."

"And these odds and ends—the bag, and the ring—are they all his?"

ring?

The boy's heart skipped a beat, as if he had finally grasped something. The part that had been missing deep in his heart seemed to have been found at this moment.

Just as his mind relaxed, his body lost balance and his head involuntarily hit the cabinet door with a dull "bang".

Suddenly, it became quiet outside.

The young man also felt a pang in his heart.

"What's that sound?" a hoarse voice sounded.

The woman hurriedly explained: "It's nothing, it's just that the old man next door...he always likes to bang his head against the wall."

"Yes, according to the records, that's exactly what happened," the woman said.

"Well, this is a bit disturbing."

The woman seemed relieved and said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Okay, we'll take these things, but as for your greedy problem, I'm afraid it's up to the city lord to decide."

After hearing this, the young man felt anxious.

But at this moment, I was too weak and unable to resist.

He vaguely knew that if he showed up, some of his plans might fail.

I could only hear the footsteps fading away, the door closing, and the woman saying goodbye politely.

Everything left him.

The feeling of despair surged up like a tide, cold and suffocating.

The woman breathed a visibly sigh of relief.

The footsteps got closer and the door in front of me opened.

A faint light fell into the boy's eyes.

Because the boy was leaning against the door sideways, he was pulled out by the force.

Lying on the ground, he looked up and gasped.

The box where he had just been was filled with a lot of broken limbs and even a cold head. The eyes of the head were staring straight at him, lifeless.

It turns out that I have been living with these things in the dark for so long!

The boy was terrified, his stomach churning, and he tried hard to hold back a scream.

More importantly, the fall just now seemed to have caused something to fall out of his body.

The granulation tissue tightly wrapped around the small square hard object, and the boy's heart gradually calmed down.