Whether they are human or even if they truly exist is uncertain.
"It's going to rain!" Old Wang suddenly shouted, looking up at the sky, instantly drawing Su Cheng's attention to the sky above.
The sky overhead was still azure, but dark clouds were already gathering on the distant horizon.
Su Cheng: "The weather forecast says it will rain tonight."
"Evening? It's still early. Xiao Su, go home after work and don't go out again. Things aren't going well before the New Year, especially on rainy nights." Old Wang said slowly, his eyes slightly curved, but there wasn't much of a smile in them.
Su Cheng knew what he meant by "the rainy night was not peaceful".
Even before she was fully awakened, she had memories of news about the " Rainy Night Massacre ".
Whenever heavy rain comes, someone always dies in the street, the rain washing away the blood, leaving no trace of the crime.
Although she was not awakened at the time, she did not ignore the news reports and avoided going out on rainy nights.
Su Cheng opened her phone but couldn't find any more information about the murder on the rainy night.
The citizens of White Moon City seemed indifferent to such matters, showing no urgency in finding the perpetrator or the ghost...
For the rest of the afternoon, Su Cheng continued to chat with Old Wang.
Being a lost and found manager is much easier than delivering food. If you don't need a certificate and can withstand the resentment of lost items, this job is definitely suitable for participants to relax and enjoy this instance.
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Chapter 125
As soon as Su Cheng got off work, she rushed to Little White Parcel Station to pick up her package before the rain started.
The fact that I had to get it today is all thanks to my fake parents urging me every hour.
Evening is the peak time for foot traffic at Little White Parcel Station, and a long queue forms in front of the delivery machine at the entrance.
Most people picked up their goods themselves using the pickup code, while a few called out to the owner for help in finding them, creating a cacophony of voices.
Su Cheng quickly found her package and walked to the end of the line.
"If you've picked up your package, remember to scan the code to leave the warehouse before you go." A male voice came from the pile of shelves.
Su Cheng turned to the side and looked in the direction of the sound.
Among the crowd, the man in work clothes stood out as particularly tall and imposing. He looked to be around thirty years old and was expertly taking packages off the shelf and handing them to the person next to him.
As he moved, the powerful biceps on his arms contracted, and his inverted triangle physique made him look more like a gym instructor than a rest stop owner.
Su Cheng glanced at the black bracelet on his wrist, and the abruptness of the look became understandable.
When it was her turn in line, she deliberately made the barcode scanner display an error, then turned around and called out, "Boss, there seems to be a problem with my package, it can't be scanned, could you come over here?"
Chen He clicked his tongue, and the urging voices of several elderly men and women around him intensified his impatience. He replied gruffly, "Wait, wait! I don't have time right now!"
Su Cheng's eyebrows twitched slightly. She didn't insist, rearranged the package, scanned the code, and left.
Her intention was simply to offer a reminder since she had encountered the situation, given that this instance directly sealed memories, resulting in an extremely high mortality rate.
However, this is limited to going with the flow; there is no obligation to spend extra time and effort on strangers.
Chen He Heling heard the "shipment successful" notification, but assumed it was just another case of someone not knowing to align the package barcode with the scanning area, and didn't take this little incident to heart.
"Hey, why are you all alone, Xiao Chen? There are so many people, where's Old Wen?" A guest walked in and was puzzled to see Chen He surrounded.
He had some family matters to attend to and went back to his hometown.
"It's the time to buy things before the New Year, why are you going back so early? Old Wen really doesn't know how to do business," said another older customer.
Little White Parcel Station has been open for many years and has been responsible for parcel drop-off in this area. Many people have become acquainted with the owner because they have visited so often.
Normally, when someone comes in, Boss Wen can deliver the package to their hand without them having to give him the pickup code. However, Chen He, as a new employee, obviously cannot do that.
This displeased some customers who were used to the convenience, but seeing Chen He's tall and muscular physique, they didn't dare to vent their emotions and just muttered a few words before giving up.
What annoys Chen He the most are these "regular customers" who, despite not having lost their mobility, cannot pick up their goods independently like others.
However, he couldn't refuse, as helping to pick up packages was part of his job.
Chen He often feels, late at night or when he is awake, that the world is just a false dream.
He shouldn't be a lowly innkeeper earning only two or three thousand yuan a month, with meager wages and the daily humiliation and bullying from an incompetent boss.
His life should have been glamorous, unrestrained, and respected.
The emotions stemming from this deviation accumulated over time, and finally, he erupted from his restraint... He grabbed a stick.
Murder was far simpler than he imagined; it seemed he had done it many times before.
Recalling the disbelief that had settled on that mocking, contemptuous face as it died, Chen He felt a little better.
He only told the public that Boss Wen had returned to his hometown, but in reality, his body was lying in the refrigerator in the back room of the post station.
Chen He knew most of the information about Boss Wen, and he was confident that he could take over the inn and planned to transform it into a gym after the New Year.
He loves exercising and has always dreamed of owning a gym, a dream that will soon come true.
His vision of the future made him feel that the world wasn't so fake or terrible after all.
He didn't notice that as he became more accepting of the world, the black bracelet on his wrist gradually disappeared...
Unbeknownst to them, the corpse lying in the refrigerator slowly rose up.
After returning to her apartment complex, Su Cheng unwrapped the package sealed with duct tape.
Inside the styrofoam box were two cans of brown meatballs. The meatballs were rolled out plump and filled the cans to the brim.
Mom called at just the right moment, " Chengcheng, it shows the item has been signed for! Did you see the package Mom sent you? It's your favorite meatballs!"
Dad: "Pork prices have dropped recently, so your mom bought extra to make meatballs for you and sent them over. Try them and see how they taste."
Mom: "Yes, Chengcheng, try it quickly, and take a picture of Mom after you finish."
Su Cheng responded, and the sound of her unscrewing the can lid made her parents on the other end of the phone even happier.
Once the jar was opened, a rich aroma wafted out. These meatballs were generously seasoned, and the smell alone was enough to whet one's appetite.
Su Cheng replied, "It smells delicious," while picking up her chopsticks to grab some minced meatballs.
The meatball broke into several pieces of varying sizes, revealing half a fingernail and curly hair encasing it...
You can imagine what kind of meat it's made of.
"How is it? Have you eaten? Was it good?" Mom asked expectantly.
"Mmm, it's delicious!" Su Cheng said cheerfully, and then dumped a can of meatballs into the trash can.
"Really? Then take a picture and show it to me."
"I'll take pictures after I finish eating; right now, I just want to enjoy the meal."
"Hehehe, I'm relieved to see you like it. Besides pork, pork intestines and liver have also gone down in price lately. I'll send you some other good food another day."
Su Cheng's lips twitched. "No need, don't overwork yourself."
"My daughter has grown up and become so thoughtful," the mother sighed with relief, then added gently, "Take good care of yourself in the city, and be sure to tell us if you feel unwell."
"Yesterday, our neighbor Auntie Wang's daughter jumped off a building and committed suicide in the city. And Brother Liu's son inexplicably developed a mental illness, spouting nonsense about some kind of supernatural ability, and was sent to a mental hospital..."
"Cheng, have you been feeling unwell lately? Please don't hide it from me. We're family, the people we trust most."
Parents' concerned voices are full of love, and any child who hears them would be moved to openly share their troubles.
But Su Cheng knew perfectly well that they were testing her.
If she were to say anything about having an alternate dimension, she might become the next patient in a mental hospital.
Just hearing the name of the mental hospital in the dungeon tells you it's no good place.
"I'm fine, don't worry. Why would I hide anything from you? You're my parents." Su Cheng replied emotionally, thankfully they couldn't see her expressionless face through the phone.
They can play the emotional card, so can she; she's not incapable of acting.
"Oh, really..." Dad wasn't very happy to hear that; his previously high spirits suddenly faded.
"It's good that everything is alright. Speaking of which, you should probably find a boyfriend. I think the son of Sister Lin next door is quite nice; he just came back yesterday. Why don't you come back soon too?"
"I told you I'd go back after the New Year. Even though you miss me, you have to understand. I work so hard to earn money so you can have a comfortable retirement."
As Su Cheng spoke, she took a picture of the empty jar and sent it over, then hung up the phone after a few perfunctory replies.
My mother was still muttering to herself as the phone call ended.
The phone rang again a second later, but Su Cheng placed the cold phone on the table without answering.
She stared at her phone, but apart from the buzzing vibration, there was nothing else unusual, such as the connection to the passageway.
Just now, when she sent the photo of the empty can to her parents and they didn't question whether she had eaten it or thrown it away, she had a thought to test the waters in the opposite direction.
And the answer has already been verified: apart from using language traps, these parents cannot take the initiative.
Perhaps due to some restriction, they cannot enter White Moon City. They can only entice their children to "make mistakes," or coax them out of the city.
As long as the facade of maternal love and filial piety is maintained and not torn apart, the danger posed by fake parents is very limited.
For unawakened contestants, groups with family members pose the greatest danger because the contestants will not be wary of them.
However, once they realize the memory is incorrect, if they cannot cause direct harm, dealing with them becomes much simpler.