My organs are too abstract.

Chapter 88 Why the hell are you hitting me instead of hitting it?

"Am I... an orphan?"

"That's right, Brother Yuan!" Zhao Ze hurriedly said, "Have you forgotten? Your parents' car accident ten years ago—you were the only one who survived."

Xu Yuan was stunned.

"If I'm an orphan, then who was that person standing at the door just now? And what is it that has been taking care of me all this time?"

Thinking of this, a chill suddenly ran down his spine and up to the top of his head—

However, before the chill could reach him, his left hand rose uncontrollably and slapped Xu Yuan hard on the back of the head, as if to remind him of something.

Xu Yuan was jolted awake by the slap, instantly snapping back to reality: "Yeah—why should I be afraid of it? Whatever it is, I'm a monster too!"

"I must have been listening to the noise next door and got so caught up in a horror movie I'd seen before that I forgot who I was."

Xu Yuan put those thoughts aside and first reassured Zhao Ze, "Haha, Ze, I was just joking with you. Were you scared?"

Zhao Ze visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "Damn, Brother Yuan, you scared me!"

Xu Yuan wanted to say something more, but he heard a slight noise outside the bedroom door. He immediately smiled and said, "Alright, let's stop talking now. We'll play again next time."

After saying that, without waiting for a response from the others, he took off his headphones and casually tossed them onto the bed along with his phone.

"No wonder I always felt something was wrong—"

"Although I remember my mom taking care of me all month—" Xu Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, lost in memories, "I don't think I ever really talked to her or even met her face. So, from the very beginning, she was a fake—"

"Sigh." Xu Yuan sighed softly, slowly got up, stretched his limbs a little, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"However, no matter what you are—"

His left hand suddenly swelled up, veins bulged, muscles bulged, and the joints made a faint "crackling" sound.

He walked step by step toward the bedroom door, his voice low but carrying a hidden malice: "How dare you impersonate my mother—"

His fingertips pressed against the doorknob, and with a sudden twist, his voice rose sharply, chillingly cold: "I'll kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed open the door.

Outside the door, a blurry shadow was pressed against the doorway, silently meeting his gaze.

The shadow seemed to have never left, its blurry face so close it was almost touching Xu Yuan's nose.

If an ordinary person encountered this bizarre scene, they would have been terrified and retreated in fear.

But who exactly is Xu Yuan?

Instead of retreating, he advanced, pressing his forehead firmly against the shadow, his eyes fixed on the other's misty eyes, a sinister smile playing on his lips, and he said coldly, "I—"

Just as he was secretly gathering strength in his left hand, preparing to shout "I'm going to work at 8 a.m." and launch a fierce attack, a sudden change occurred. The hazy figure suddenly swayed like water, and the mist around it quickly condensed and reshaped, transforming in the blink of an eye into the appearance of a middle-aged woman with gentle eyes and a quiet temperament.

She remained silent, only gently raising her hand as if to touch Xu Yuan's cheek, her eyes gazing at him with a mixture of sorrow and joy.

The moment he saw that face, Xu Yuan felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, stemming from the depths of his memory. The instant their eyes met, his heart trembled violently, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Almost instantly, the hostility churning in his heart vanished, and he even forgot why he was standing at the door.

In his hazy consciousness, his angry "I'll be at 8 am" suddenly turned into a tender whisper: "I love you, Mom—"

The sneer faded from his face, and Xu Yuan murmured softly.

"Snapped!"

A powerful slap suddenly landed on Xu Yuan's face.

Xu Yuan was startled, the confusion in his eyes vanished instantly, but he seemed to have forgotten what had happened before. Looking at the misty figure, his anger surged again, and he grinned maliciously once more: "I—"

The shadow twisted and transformed, turning back into the figure of a gentle woman, gazing at him with a warm smile.

Xu Yuan looked blankly at him again: "I love you, Mom—"

"Snapped!"

His left hand slapped his face again.

Xu Yuan snapped out of his daze, a sinister grin spreading across his face: "I—"

The shadow changes again.

Xu Yuan's eyes were blank: "I love you, Mom—"

"Snapped!"

Xu Yuan was woken up once again.

"I love you----"

"Snapped!"

"I love————"

"Snapped!"

"I----"

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

"6

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This went on for an unknown amount of time. When Xu Yuan was about to speak again with a sinister grin, he suddenly realized that his voice sounded strange.

"Huh? What's going on?"

A muffled voice, as if his mouth were stuffed with cotton, came out of his mouth, carrying a deep sense of bewilderment.

Xu Yuan quickly realized that it wasn't his voice that was the problem, but rather that his left cheek was so swollen that it was severely compressing his vocal cords, causing his tone to change.

Only then did he feel the burning pain on his face. He quickly covered his face and exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, who hit me?"

"Snapped!"

Hearing the sound, his left hand, which was covering his cheek, moved slightly away and then delivered a precise slap. The movement was smooth and natural, as if he was showing off his great achievement.

Xu Yuan was completely dumbfounded: "Why did you hit me?"

A line of pale white text appeared in the void:

Your left hand indicates that you are experiencing some kind of cognitive interference, and the system is forcibly helping you break free from this influence.

As the prompt appeared, he raised his left hand and stopped in front of Xu Yuan, then gave a thumbs up and held the gesture, swaying it slightly up and down, looking smug and boastful, as if to say, "Thanks to me."

"Cognitive interference?" Xu Yuan's expression changed. Several vague images of the confrontation just now surfaced in his mind. He quickly took a few steps back, returned to the bedroom, and closed the door, temporarily isolating himself from the strange shadow outside.

At this moment, Xu Yuan looked at his left hand in front of him and said in a puzzled tone, "You said my perception was being interfered with—"

The left hand swayed a little more, as if it were nodding.

"Were you disturbed?"

He swung his left hand left and right twice to show his disdain.

"My perception was interfered with, but yours wasn't—" Xu Yuan said in a tone of utter incomprehension, his face full of heartache, "Then why the hell did you hit it? Why the hell did you hit me?"

His left hand, which was still waving a thumbs-up, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Then, a line of pale white characters slowly appeared in the void.

[Your left hand is saying: Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier?!]

Xu Yuan was practically spitting blood: "I'm speechless, you idiot—"

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