My organs are too abstract.

Chapter 90 Dead Silence

"belch--"

With its left hand, it opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the last wisp of steam curled up in the corner of the kitchen, then let out a satisfied burp.

"Dare to impersonate my mother?" Xu Yuan withdrew his left hand, which was full from his meal, and looked at the corner before the fog dissipated. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Do you know you were wrong now?"

He slowly put his hands back into his pockets, exuding a calm and composed air. Combined with his well-proportioned and upright figure, his silhouette in the dim light revealed a steadfast and unwavering demeanor.

"hehe----"

Xu Yuan stood still for a moment before turning around slowly with a cold smile, displaying a nonchalant air of someone who had accomplished their task and was ready to leave.

Then, his left cheek, swollen like a steamed bun, was revealed, completely shattering his aura.

"Hiss—" The coldness on his face receded like the tide, and he gasped, clutching his left cheek. "You idiot, why did you hit me so hard?"

He scratched his head with his left hand, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan's anger subsided considerably, and he said helplessly, "Forget it, you killed that thing, I'll remember your merit and not hold it against you."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Shou immediately perked up, automatically raising her hand and reaching towards Xu Yuan's swollen cheek, gently spreading her five fingers as if to massage him to reduce the swelling.

"No need, I can do it myself—Holy crap, why are you using so much force?!"

Just as a sliver of warmth rose in Xu Yuan's heart, it was shattered by a sudden, sharp pain. He saw his left hand violently rubbing his face, making him grimace and almost burst into tears.

"Stop! Stop it!" Xu Yuan quickly stopped the torment with his left hand, looking utterly hopeless. "I knew it. Expecting something from a moron like you was just wishful thinking."

He found an ice pack and applied it to his face, which relieved the burning pain slightly. He then turned around and went back to his bedroom.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it. Zhao Ze and the others had already logged out of the game. Besides that, there were several missed calls on the screen from Zhao Ze, Tang Xinxin, and Jiang Yueyao. Each of them had made several calls.

"So many missed calls—has something happened?" Xu Yuan's expression changed.

This world is so strange that even I have fallen victim to it. Could it be that they have also encountered some kind of danger?

Thinking of this, he quickly called Zhao Ze back.

"Hey, Brother Yuan? You finally answered the phone!" The call connected instantly, and Zhao Ze's urgent voice came from the other end, with the roar of a car engine starting up in the background.

"Aze, what happened to you? Don't worry, tell me slowly!" Xu Yuan's heart sank when he heard the engine sound, thinking that he had encountered some kind of danger and was preparing to escape.

"Me? I'm fine." Zhao Ze was taken aback for a moment, then quickly explained, "I was in the game and I heard you yelling and shouting, saying 'I love Mommy' one minute and 'I'm hitting Mommy' the next. You didn't answer my calls, so I was worried something had happened to you and was about to drive over to your house to check on you."

Only then did he belatedly ask, "Brother Yuan, what exactly happened just now?"

Xu Yuan's serious expression froze instantly: "You mean—you heard everything that just happened?"

"Yeah, Yuan-ge, I didn't check out of the room, so I heard everything clearly. Have you been through something lately?" Zhao Ze's tone was full of worry. "What do you mean by 'Parent-Extermination Fist' and 'Thomas's Spiral Windmill'?"

"They didn't check out?" Xu Yuan was taken aback. He remembered Tang Xinxin and Jiang Yueyao's missed calls, and a sense of foreboding washed over him. "Then, did Xinxin and the others—did they hear it too?"

"Yes, all three of us were there and heard it clearly," Zhao Ze said matter-of-factly. "Yue Yao even said she was going to ask a psychiatrist she knows to see what type of symptoms it is."

Xu Yuan raised his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a long silence, he finally realized a cruel truth: he had died once again.

Recalling his maniacal lines and infectious laughter, if he were alone, it would certainly be exhilarating, but if...

The embarrassment of being overheard by others is so intense it makes life unbearable.

"Brother Yuan, why aren't you saying anything?"

Zhao Ze's voice pulled Xu Yuan back from his existential crisis. After all, he was someone whose mentality had been repeatedly tempered by his left hand. He took a deep breath and quickly came up with an explanation.

"I'm fine, you can go home first, you don't need to come over." He yawned, deliberately adopting a lazy tone as if he had just woken up, "I was just having a dream, I was just talking in my sleep."

"Talking in your sleep?" Zhao Ze was taken aback, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he said, "By the way, Xin Xin and the others are also very worried about you. How about I create a group chat so you can explain to them as well?"

Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Zhao Ze was quick; he created the group chat in no time and started a group call for convenience.

Before the others could ask any questions, Xu Yuan preemptively said, "I'm sorry, I just had a dream and talked a lot of nonsense in it, which made everyone worry."

"What kind of dream was it? It sounded pretty intense," Tang Xinxin asked curiously.

Xu Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then his voice deepened: "At first, it was like a beautiful dream."

Jiang Yueyao hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Then why did you say those—strange things?"

She was referring to Xu Yuan's outrageous remarks about beating his mother.

"Because I only realized later," Xu Yuan paused, a hint of unreadable emotion in his voice, "...a beautiful dream—"

It's not real after all.

After that sentence, there was a brief silence on the receiver, with only a faint static noise remaining. The other three seemed to have also caught something heavy beneath the silence and tacitly refrained from asking any further questions.

After a moment, Xu Yuan pulled himself out of this mood and turned his thoughts to something more important.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that shadow from earlier should also be a kind of calamity."

Xu Yuan pondered the many strange things he had encountered in just a few days: "Is it because the calamities are truly so rampant, or is there some problem with me?"

Regardless of which answer is correct, or whether it is both, it is enough to prove that the world is far more dangerous than he imagined.

After chatting for a few more minutes, they prepared to hang up. Before ending the call, Xu Yuan thought for a moment and then said, "By the way, if you ever encounter anything you can't handle in the future, you can try contacting me."

The call has ended.

Xu Yuan lay on his back on the bed, closing his eyes to rest. At one moment, he suddenly remembered something he had overlooked.

He remembered a voice prompting him before his left hand regained consciousness:

Your body has detected a potential threat and is gradually awakening to help you resist the danger.

At the time, he didn't notice anything unusual around him and thought it was just some kind of programmed prompt, so he didn't pay attention to it.

But looking back now, the time his left hand woke up was exactly when his "mother" came to take care of him after he fell ill.

So, could the "potential threat" mentioned in that hint refer to the shadow posing as his mother?

"If that's the case—" Xu Yuan's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered a similar prompt when his right ear was activated.

[Your right ear has detected some potential anomaly and is requesting activation of the awakening process.]

"Some kind of potential anomaly—" Xu Yuan repeated in a low voice, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had always thought that You Er simply wanted to watch the drama unfold and listen to some exciting programs.

But what if it isn't?

A thought that slightly alarmed him suddenly surfaced—

Perhaps it wasn't a prank at all, but some kind of warning.

Almost instinctively, he immediately pressed his right ear tightly against the cold wall.

The faint sounds that had been coming from next door had now completely disappeared.

Only deathly silence remained.