I'm being held captive by a monster

Chapter 142 [An An, Today is Your Death Anniversary]

[Light snow in Beicheng turns to heavy snow today, outdoor temperature -16°C]

[Strong wind and thick snow, pedestrians please be careful]

Snowplows spotted on the northeastern section of Ziqi Road

[Bai Ri Tea House, No. 37 Nanwei Road, is open as usual]

……

Lin Xing'an heard the sound of the radio...

The standard broadcasting voice and the occasional sound of electricity coming from the radio made him feel as if he was back in his hometown in the countryside with his grandmother.

While doing farm work, grandma would sit in the yard picking corn and always like to listen to the radio quietly.

He and his two little dogs, Little Yellow and Little Black, ran around the yard...

Sometimes he would throw himself directly into the pile of corn, getting covered in corn silk, which would earn him a scolding from his grandma.

It's like I have endless energy...

but……

That was a memory from so long ago...

"..."

Lin Xing'an slowly opened his eyes...

"Ugh!"

On his chest lay a ragdoll cat with snow-white fur.

The cat's face was almost stuck to Lin Xing'an's face.

Lin Xing'an was so shocked that he almost jumped off the bed!

"Meow, you're recovering well, meow~"

The puppet looked at Lin Xing'an, smiled, and nodded with satisfaction.

"You and I……"

Lin Xing'an stared at its blue-green pupils in a daze for a moment.

Countless memories flooded into his mind like thawed river water!

"Aren't you the talking cat that Teacher Orange mentioned...how come you..."

"But I'm not... Am I not already dead..."

"Mother...I..."

The confusion of memory made Lin Xing'an a little incoherent.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, sorting out his extremely chaotic memories.

He clearly remembered the feeling of real death when "Mother" said she would grant him death...

That feeling...

It was as if the world was a book and he, Lin Xing'an, was a character in the book.

And the mother is the author. Now I have to search for his name in the whole book with one click and delete him completely...

There is no use in rolling back files.

He was deleted directly from the source...

But now...

"...Am I still in my mother's hallucination?"

impossible……

Lin Xing'an looked at the falling snow outside the window and the buildings and streets below.

This was a city he had never seen before and had no memory of.

The trap his mother had woven could only be made of the materials already in his head.

"Buzz!"

But suddenly, a chilling feeling made Lin Xing'an shiver...

Ghostland...

Lin Xing'an's heart skipped a beat and he opened his eyes as if facing a great enemy.

But what he saw before him... was completely normal...

Nothing about the bed, the walls, or the lights above looked corrupted or eerie.

"Meow~"

The ragdoll cat sat on the bed and looked at Lin Xing'an with interest.

"..."

Lin Xing'an also looked at the cat on the bed.

A strange feeling made him frown.

He seemed to be able to clearly sense the surrounding environment...

It was as if I had been buffed, and my senses were suddenly strengthened several times in all aspects.

And there was also an inexplicable feeling in my heart that "I am in my territory".

"boom!"

The darkness in Lin Xing'an's body suddenly burst out!

As Lin Xing'an's thoughts continued to change.

It looked the same, but Lin Xing'an felt like a fish in water. But now he was clearly in the ghost realm, and...

"Gudong..."

Lin Xing'an, who was confused, suddenly seemed to realize something and stood there in a daze.

“This is my ghostland…”

This absurd idea suddenly popped up in Lin Xing'an's mind.

"Meow~ Feel it with your heart, just like controlling your hand with an oil paint pen to draw and expand the ghost realm."

"Reclaiming the Ghost Realm is as easy as putting the cap back on a paint pen, meow."

The stuffed doll on the bed jumped onto Lin Xing'an's head in one step, patted his forehead with its soft, padded hands and spoke.

Lin Xing'an also followed her instructions and felt it with his heart.

indeed……

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Xing'an's eyes.

Controlling the ghost realm is truly like having a paintbrush in your hand.

The entire spatial environment is the canvas.

Wherever Lin Xing'an draws, the ghost domain will spread, allowing him to clearly feel the environment in the ghost domain.

Being in his own ghostland also gave Lin Xing'an an inexplicable sense of confidence in his heart.

But the limits of the ghost realm are also the limits of his "arm" holding the paintbrush.

"Alright meow, take it back!"

"Your ghostland looks pitch black, cold, and astringent. It's very uncomfortable, meow!"

The stuffed animal on Lin Xing'an's head patted him with its fur standing on end.

He shook his tail and swept the back of Lin Xing'an's head.

Lin Xing'an also tried it, and it was just like closing the cap of a pen, and he easily retracted the ghost domain.

"I……"

The ghost domain disappeared, and after sorting out his memories, Lin Xing'an calmed down.

"How could I..."

【An An, long time no see】

An electronic sound with an electric current came from the radio.

"Taoyuan?"

Lin Xing'an was in a daze for a moment.

In the last dream his mother had created for him, he couldn't wake up Taoyuan no matter what he did, and he almost forgot about it...

【An An, welcome to North City】

As Taoyuan's voice came.

The surrounding environment actually flickered.

Then, the bed next to Lin Xingan and the window on the wall suddenly changed like the picture on the screen, turning into a view overlooking the North City!
It was as if Lin Xing'an was flying in the air.

"North City..."

[An An, today is your death anniversary]

You've been dead for ten years

Taoyuan’s words made Lin Xing’an stunned for a moment.

And the scene of the northern city around him turned into a mirror.

Or rather...the front-facing camera.

It clearly shows Lin Xing'an's current appearance.

"ten years……"

Lin Xing'an touched his face.

Because of his mother's final illusion, coupled with the confusion of his memories after waking up, he was completely unaware of the changes in his body since waking up...

"How... did I survive? In that situation, how could I..."

"And why can I release the ghost realm? Have I become a gluttonous ghost?"

"And my mother..."

"If someone must be sacrificed... then did my aunt and the others, Teacher Orange, and the others survive?"

"And those angels, the angels who look like Yu Yu...they..."

Lin Xing'an didn't know where to start with all these questions.

"Meow, it's that feather meow~"

The ragdoll cat jumped off Lin Xing'an's head.

He pointed at the position of Lin Xing'an's heart with his claws.

"feather……"

It was only after her reminder that Lin Xing'an suddenly realized it.

I actually had no heartbeat.