The Holiday's Almost Over. Have You Finished Your Homework?

Completely unexpectedly, this eerie creature had been guarding the door for so long without leaving. Qin Rang's heart pounded in fright, but fortunately, he managed to keep his composure and maintain his composure.

If he had taken one more step, he would have crashed into the girl's mangled face.

When the girl saw that her father did not react for a long time, her deformed head finally returned to a normal shape.

She was very cute, with two ponytails and wearing a plain pink princess dress; she was a pretty girl.

However, his face remained deathly pale, and his eyes were black and swirling, making him appear lifeless.

"Dad, what are you doing in there? I heard you walking around. Aren't you sleeping?" The girl's voice was sinister, her gaze fixed maliciously on his heart.

It was as if she would rush up and devour him if he answered incorrectly.

Qin Rang put on a stern face and adopted an adult's tone. "Children shouldn't worry about adult matters. Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

The girl's face immediately fell. "No..."

Qin Rang breathed a sigh of relief. The Lantern Festival was not yet on March 2nd, and the child looked to be at most eight or nine years old, so he must be in school. It was also the winter break before the start of the new school term, so asking him about his homework would definitely not lead to any mistakes.

Have you completed all the review and preview tasks assigned by the teacher?

The girl started backing away, staring at him as if he were the devil. "No..."

"Then don't be so complacent. Go back and do your homework after you finish eating."

The little girl left with her head down, as if she had suffered a great blow.

Qin Rang's clenched fists relaxed slightly, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He was right. As long as you steer the conversation towards grades, the child won't want to talk to you. Even the most unusual child will be the same.

After the girl left, Qin Rang straightened his clothes and tried to compose himself as he walked towards the living room.

The living room was decorated in a very cozy style, with a warm yellow sofa, a clean wooden table, and through the transparent sliding door, the Weird Mother was cooking with her back to him.

Qin Rang's gaze fell upon the slightly ajar door. From outside, he could see the address of the apartment across the hall: 204.

He walked a few steps to the door, and when no one was paying attention, he peeked out into the Corridor, then quickly tore off the paper pasted on his door and stuffed it into his pocket.

He turned around and bumped right into his Weird Mother, face to face.

Wow!

[That scared me to death, everything went black!]

[Please don't show us Captain Qin Rang's first-person perspective in the live stream.]

[Her face is so white, she probably needs to use a darker foundation for makeup, right?]

[This eerie, heavy yin energy]

With his nose pressed against the eerie, cold, deathly skin, and his eyes meeting the other's lifeless pupils, even Qin Rang, with his strong willpower, almost couldn't suppress his subconscious reaction and forcefully pressed down the hand that wanted to kill the eerie creature.

"Why aren't you closing the door so early in the morning? What if someone breaks in and steals something?" Qin Rang said preemptively, his face stern.

The Weird Mother rolled her eyes, her elongated neck slowly retracting, her head circling back onto her body in the kitchen. "I didn't notice when I came back from grocery shopping."

As she spoke, she carried the two plates of food to the table. "Dinner's ready."

The food on the table wasn't particularly bad or unappetizing; in fact, it was surprisingly normal. Qin Rang only dared to eat the vegetarian dishes, seemingly enjoying them, but in reality, every bite was incredibly difficult.

His place is peaceful and serene, giving the impression that it's easy to get through, but other live streams are different.

The player in Unit Two, 105 of Building Eight was a middle-aged man with a square face, which matched his assigned identity perfectly.

He also obtained the status of [father], and similarly found a job after being laid off.

He turned the room upside down, and surprisingly, he found a photo in his briefcase of himself holding a little boy, both of them smiling broadly.

Outside the door, the little boy who was calling him for dinner was growing increasingly impatient. His body slowly began to twist, as if he were being pulled upwards from head to toe. His cheeks sunken in, and his head, body, and legs were stretched thin and long.

The boy smashed his Dad's bedroom door with a punch and gave the people inside a creepy smile.

"Dad, I've been calling you for so long, why aren't you answering me?"

In a fleeting moment of uncontrollable distortion, the middle-aged man's face contorted, the photo in his hand fluttering to the ground. All his composure was focused on the expression on his face, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace.

"My dear son, Dad didn't hear you just now, please forgive Dad?"

The eerie creature seemed to be listening intently to him, and when he finished speaking, it stopped walking, seemingly quite satisfied with his answer.

But his gaze swept over the man, then suddenly fell on the photo on the ground, and then on the unmoved "Dad," and a murderous intent suddenly erupted!

"You're not my Dad!" The eerie voice became excited and greedy, opening its mouth full of sharp teeth and biting hard on his face, tearing off a large piece of fresh flesh and chewing it greedily.

"Ahh!"

The middle-aged man screamed and shoved the strange creature away, trembling as he reached for the Weird Object in his pocket. But the boy was too fast; the next second after he was pushed away, sharp teeth were already biting into the man's neck.

"Gurgle--"

Fresh blood gushed from the trachea, and soon the person on the ground was lifeless.

The boy then returned to his harmless demeanor and turned to look at his mother, who was standing in the doorway wearing an apron.

"Mom, will I have a real Dad?"

The Weird Mother looked gently at the man who had gotten up from the ground, a large hole in his throat, and smiled, "Look, your Dad has arrived."

"Great! I have Dad now!"

[The person in apartment 105 of Building Eight died, apparently because of this photo. Why?]

[Has the person asking this question never participated in the Instance? The father and son in this photo are clearly very close. Although this player noticed this and interacted with the child in a friendly tone, they didn't realize how much the Dad cherished this photo.]

[He found it in a hidden compartment of his briefcase; it was a well-preserved photo. How could he have just left it on the ground without picking it up?]

[There are pitfalls everywhere...]

[Report! Three players from Building 9 just died instantly, all from the third floor. A dog on their floor killed them all.]

[Building One 405 also died. He was a child and didn't finish his food. His mother forced him into the food, and a fish head that had become a spirit bit off his head.]

Qin Rang stared at the fish head on the table, its dead eyes wide open, and hesitated to pick up his chopsticks.

"Eat up, you love fish head the most, what's wrong today?" His mother's voice was gentle and soft. If she and his daughter hadn't not taken a single bite of the fish head, he would have believed her.

At the cozy dinner table, the two women smiled broadly, but a chilling malice was already creeping into their eyes.

Qin Rang suddenly felt short of breath; the air in his nasal cavity rapidly decreased. The food he had just eaten seemed to come alive in his stomach; he could feel it growing hands and feet, wriggling and crawling along the stomach wall.