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

Chapter 940 A Golden Crow (Part Fourteen)

However, the bookshelf was embedded in the wall, with its edges fitting together so perfectly that the gaps were almost invisible.

As Liu Sheng pondered how to open the back of the bookshelf to see if there was a hidden room behind it, her expression suddenly changed.

Because the tiny tentacles hidden by the doorway gave her a warning—

The door next door opened!
Wait, where did that door come from?
When Liu Sheng walked down the corridor, she didn't notice any other rooms.

There's no time to think about it now.

A dark figure limped out of the door and headed in her direction.

As the footsteps drew closer, the figure was gradually revealed under the living room's incandescent light.

A middle-aged man with a visibly disabled leg, whose features resembled Zheng Qiran, was extremely thin, resembling a pale, dehydrated corpse.

Liu Sheng didn't even have time to get out of the room.

So she simply abandoned the idea of ​​escaping, her eyes quickly scanning the bookshelves, trying to see if there were any mechanisms, before her gaze suddenly sharpened...

"what are you doing here?"

A cold voice rang out, hoarse and low.

The dark figure was already standing at the door.

The tiny eyeballs that Liu Sheng had set up were trampled under his feet.

The light from the incandescent bulb fell on him, outlining a pale figure, but the shadows within the light were even deeper, making it almost impossible to see his face.

"Hello, uncle!"

"What are you doing here?" The other person didn't answer, but just repeated the question.

Zheng Qiran's father... is surprisingly strange.

Thinking to herself, Liu Sheng explained, "I... just happened to see Zheng Qiran's room, so I was curious and wanted to see the place where she grew up..."

This reason is actually quite far-fetched.

Strangely, the other party did not investigate further.

He simply grunted in response, his tone flat: "Go down and eat, the food is ready."

It was as if they came here just to inform us of this matter.

Then he turned and limped away.

He stomped on the tiny, almost invisible eyeballs, making them roll around on the ground.

Liu Sheng followed without making a sound.

At mealtime, the main door on the first floor was already closed, and the hot and humid air lingered in the hall. The ceiling fan swayed and wobbled, stirring up even more stuffy air.

The incandescent bulb cast a cold, pale light, illuminating a folding table in the hall, surrounded by several red plastic chairs.

The old man was already sitting firmly in one of the chairs, his body hunched over and silent, his back to the door blocking the entrance.

Zheng Qiran's father sat down silently next to the old man, and said to Liu Sheng expressionlessly, "You sit down too."

But when Liu Sheng saw Zheng's mother busy in and out of the kitchen, constantly bringing out dishes, he wanted to go and help.

"It's alright, little one, you can just sit down."

Zheng's mother stood at the kitchen doorway, blocking her way, her smile somewhat restrained, yet also revealing an indescribable nervousness.

Looking at the dimly lit kitchen with its flickering lights, Liu Sheng readily agreed, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Auntie."

Soon, the dishes were placed on the table one by one.

Zheng's mother rubbed her hands together, a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Young lady, don't look down on the country dishes. They're rather simple, and you, a city girl, might not be used to them."

"It's already a very generous meal, Auntie, please don't mind that I'm just here to freeload."

Liu Sheng gave a well-behaved and polite smile.

The dishes on the table were indeed home-style, including braised pork, steamed sliced ​​meat, braised ribs, and a plate of stir-fried clams.

However, there wasn't a single green vegetable dish.

Liu Sheng guessed that this must have been a rare, sumptuous, and grand meal for Zheng Qiran's family.

Father Zheng silently asked Mother Zheng to pour him a glass of bulk liquor in a dirty bottle. He ate the liquor and meat with great relish, without saying a word.

However, apart from a certain ingredient, Liu Sheng didn't have much of an appetite, so he only ate a few clams and then stopped.

Zheng's mother asked with concern, "Little boy, why aren't you eating?"

"It's hot, and maybe because I'm on the road, I don't feel hungry," Liu Sheng replied with a smile.

Zheng's mother frowned: "Then I'll serve you some soup. You can't refuse to eat."

As he spoke, he stood up.

Liu Sheng quickly stood up first, picked up the bowl, and said, "Is the soup in the kitchen? I can do it myself."

Zheng's mother was stunned. This time, she didn't have time to stop him. Liu Sheng had already strode into the kitchen.

Immediately, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

The walls, which should have been covered in snow-white tiles, were now covered in sticky, unidentified stains. The flickering incandescent light cast a gloomy glow over the entire kitchen, as if it were weighing heavily on one's heart.

On the stove in the corner, the earthenware pot was still bubbling, and the smoke carried a fresh and delicious aroma.

The flavor was so delicious that Liu Sheng felt a slight craving, and even felt an almost uncontrollable urge to drool.

Liu Sheng used her small tentacles to block her nose and patted her face to try and clear her head.

[What could possibly make this body crave it?]

I glanced at the pool as I passed by, and sure enough—

Inside were many bones chopped up haphazardly, and bits of flesh and blood scattered about.

Liu Sheng quickly looked away.

He went to the stove, opened the pot lid, and looked inside.

A pale hand stood upright, bobbing up and down with the boiling soup.

Indeed, this approach was far too harsh.

Just then, Zheng's mother's voice rang out from outside the door.

Soft and delicate, carrying that initial timidity:
"Little student, do you need any help?"

Liu Sheng replied, "Thank you, Auntie, but no need."

"Really no need?"

The voice grew louder, carrying a hint of probing.

"No need, no need," Liu Sheng replied as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey classmate, there are still bones inside, you can scoop them out and eat them."

"You must eat, otherwise you'll starve to death."

Each sentence was more forceful than the last, culminating in a chillingly sarcastic smile.

Low laughter came from the direction of the dining table, as if someone was echoing it.

It should be the old man and Zheng Qiran's father.

As Liu Sheng slowly walked out of the dimly lit kitchen, the incandescent light bulb suddenly went out with a "snap".

Only the living room light remained on, its pale light falling on the dining table and illuminating the three people's faces, making them appear lifeless. They stared at her with eerie smiles on their lips.

When exactly did it change?

Liu Sheng couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"I heard you went into Ranran's room." Mother Zheng's lips curved into a smile that seemed to be both a cry and a laugh. "What are you looking for?"

Clearly, Zheng's father had already told her.

Before Liu Sheng could answer, Zheng's mother's expression slowly crumbled, revealing a layer of sorrow: "You've already killed her, do you still want to desecrate the space she left behind?"

“I didn’t kill her, she killed me,” Liu Sheng replied calmly.

"you are lying!"

Zheng's mother's voice immediately rose, becoming almost extremely shrill.

"I did not lie."

"Why waste words with her!" Zheng's father muttered under his breath, slowly standing up. "The most important thing is—to avenge Ranran."

"That's right, that's right, to avenge Ranran..."

The two repeated this over and over, their smiles growing increasingly twisted, their eyes fixed on Liu Sheng like they were eyeing prey. Meanwhile, the old man beside them was still crunching on clams, shell and all, the teeth chattering against the broken shells with a harsh cracking sound, a long trail of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He chewed while muttering to himself:
Why hasn't Ranran come back yet? Why hasn't Ranran come back yet?

Repeating over and over, like background noise.

At this moment, the white light gradually turned into a bright red light.

The light reflected off the snow-white wall, making it appear bright red.

Bloodstains flowed through the crimson surface, eventually converging into a blood-red river that surged beneath their feet.

Liu Sheng, however, seemed unaffected.

Carrying the pot, they waded through the river of blood step by step, heading towards the only light outside.

As her figure gradually became clearer under the light, the smiles of the three "people" slowly froze, as if they had seen something strange.

"Why are you... bringing the pot out?" Zheng's mother asked, stunned.

Liu Sheng said calmly, "I think this soup has been simmering for quite a while, so let's bring it out and have some together."

Zheng's mother chuckled dryly, "Then...then you'd better put it down quickly, this pot is so heavy..."

"It is indeed quite heavy."

Liu Sheng nodded in agreement.

His arms, which were not used to exercise, trembled slightly, but he did not stop walking.

As she drew closer, Zheng's mother's smile finally crumbled. She stiffly tried to step aside to clear the table so that Zheng could put down the soup pot.

But unexpectedly—

The soup pot suddenly turned a corner and slammed down on her head!

"what--!"

The scream was barely out of her mouth when it was firmly trapped under the scalding hot earthenware pot.

Just as Zheng's mother was struggling in the bloody water with her skin torn open by the scald, Zheng Qiran's father finally moved and limped towards Liu Sheng!
But he only saw a flash of cold light.

A sharp, stabbing pain pierced his ribs and went straight through his chest.

With disbelief still lingering in his eyes, he collapsed into the blood that had already reached his ankles, a sharp knife embedded in his side chest.

The old man stared blankly as all of this happened.

She kept muttering, "Why hasn't Ranran come back yet? Why hasn't Ranran come back yet?"

Liu Sheng slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on him with a slightly cold look.

He pulled a sharp knife from under Zheng's father's ribs, the tip still dripping blood, and the next second he pointed it at the old man.

"No...no...no..."

His speech was incoherent; he couldn't utter a single complete sentence, and his body trembled violently.

Liu Sheng simply gave him a deep look.

In the end, he simply turned the knife around and brought it down straight onto the figure on the ground, still struggling and rolling around, wearing a clay pot on its head.

In an instant, all sounds fell silent.

The helpless struggles and muffled screams all ceased.

Only the old man remained, sobbing softly.

There was also a foul stench permeating the air.

Liu Sheng glanced at the old man's wet trousers, trembling body, and pleading eyes, then slowly put away the knife in his hand.

Turning around, with blood already flowing up to her calves, she stepped into the kitchen again.

The flickering lights inside have been restored.

Although it was still dim, it was much brighter than before, with the incandescent light illuminating the blood-stained kitchen.

Only then did I see that there was a small door behind the kitchen, which was also painted bright yellow, but now it had faded and become mottled due to oil fumes and dampness, as if it were covered with a layer of rotten grease.

Blood flowed into the small door at an alarming speed, like the receding tide.

The water level dropped from his calves to his ankles, then to the soles of his shoes, and finally left only a pool of blood flowing under the door, its color so dark it was almost black, meandering along the floor in a small patch.

"woo woo woo woo……"

A faint sobbing sound came from behind the door.

It felt like being choked.

Liu Sheng raised his knife and slowly approached.

The bloodstains were sticky and made a wet, squelching sound when stepped on.

She stopped, then suddenly flung the door open!
Behind the door was a dark corridor.

The wallpaper is still floral, and the floor tiles are black and white.

But the walls were covered with bright red handprints, and the floor was covered with meandering trails of blood, as if some struggle had taken place here.

Liu Sheng's heart sank suddenly.

Just then, the door behind me slammed shut!
She turned around abruptly, only to find an empty wall.

The only option was to grit our teeth and keep moving forward.

This corridor wasn't a straight path; it had many forks and numerous bright yellow doors. You could even hear voices, some loud and some soft, behind the doors.

However, Liu Sheng simply followed the winding trail of drag marks, completely ignoring the other forks in the road.

Finally, the bloodstains ended.

The road has come to an end.

Before me stood another bright yellow wooden door.

Liu Sheng sensed something and gently knocked on the door.

dong dong dong.

The sound was low and dull, without any echo, as if the sound had been swallowed up.

This is enough to show that there must be something else behind this door.

If you tap it again, you can even hear a slight "thud," as if something stacked up is shaking slightly.

In this way, Liu Sheng clearly understood what was outside.

She opened the bright yellow door, where a wooden board stood in the way.

She raised the knife and plunged it in from the bottom, prying open a gap, sending wood chips flying.

With another push, the books on the outside tumbled down.

They continued to pry open the wooden planks, finally creating a small hole large enough for a person to crawl through.

Liu Sheng lay on the ground and carefully crawled through the small hole, but her arms and legs were inevitably scratched by wood chips.

The air suddenly felt fresh, carrying the damp and warm scent of a summer night.

Before me was Zheng Qiran's room again, the door half-open, letting in slanting light from outside, everything so peaceful it felt like another world.

She stood up, looked back, and then put the books she had pushed off the shelf back one by one.

The room seemed unchanged from when she left, except...

There was a notebook on the table.

The black leather cover, bearing the words "Shanhai City Textile Factory," is worn down to the point of peeling, revealing a dark brown lining underneath. Some of the inner pages have frayed edges, indicating that it has been used for a long time.

Opening the first page, the three characters "Zheng Qiran" are written in the lower right corner. The handwriting is quite childish, just like Zheng Qiran wrote on the door.

Liu Sheng was taken aback.

This is Zheng Qiran's notebook!
But how did it end up on the table?

Before she could think about it, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs not far from the door.

He quickly tucked the notebook under his T-shirt and fastened it to his waist, then left Zheng Qiran's room and gently closed the door.

As I returned to my chair, just as I pulled the tab on my soda and was about to drink, I saw a figure slowly appear in the corridor.

She was short in stature, and when the light shone on her, it was clear that she was Zheng's mother, who was still alive.

"Little student, your food is ready. Come down and eat."

She said softly.

(End of this chapter)