C4 (1/2)

I went in quickly and locked the door behind me. I went to the closet in the bedroom and got a suit of Dad's clothes.

As I was about to leave, I suddenly saw that my door was open.

My house used to be a three-bedroom room, one master bedroom and one study, and the other room was mine. After I moved out, my mother locked that room, and I hadn't been inside it for a long time.

Now that the door was open, it seemed slightly different from what I remembered.

I couldn't help but walk in.

My room was pink, and when I was a child I was afraid of the dark, and refused to sleep alone. My mother had pasted a lot of masked knights and black cat police officers on the walls, and she said that as long as they guarded me, the bad guys would be chased away.

It was still the wall in my memory, the masked knight in my memory. Large photos of me were still hung on the wall …

Wait, the person in this photo … Who is it?

This isn't me!

I stared at the photo in shock. In it was a little girl with a teardrop in the corner of her eye. She had a small, malnourished face.

It was obviously another child, a face I had never seen before.

This image was taken in kindergarten the year that preschool students were promoted to primary school. At the time, I was dancing ”Wahaha” on the lawn. My mother had bought the doll dress for me on a business trip. It had the pattern of a Mickey Mouse on it. My round face was red from the heat and my eyes were rimmed with laughter.

The girl in the picture was wearing a Mickey Mouse dress like mine, about the same age as I was then, but with a ponytail, and she seemed reluctant to sit on a stool and rub the hem of her skirt.

I looked over at each of the framed photographs on the wall, pictures of her taken at the same age.

The same arrangement, primary school photos, spring travel photos, dressed as a little princess art photos.

But not me.

As long as I'm not blind, I know it's not me.

Who is this child?

Or rather, who am I?

Impossible! In all my memories, I was the only daughter of my family. I never had an older sister or younger sister. Besides, she was nothing like me.

Are my memories all fake? Am I dreaming?

For a moment, my mind was a mess. My body went limp and I sat down on the carpet.

His butt felt like it was being split apart. It hurt so much.

I rubbed my ass and jumped up. The floor was uneven and there was something under the carpet.

As soon as he lifted the carpet, he was stunned.

The marble tiles on the floor were carved with spirals.

It was a magnified ”Seven Maze.”

The only difference between it and the mini version was that the transparent ball at the entrance and the other seven balls randomly placed were deeply embedded in the ground, with only the upper half of the ball protruding out slightly. It was at this point that I was halfway out of the way.

What do you mean?

Why is there one on the floor of my room?

The BP machine vibrated again. This time it was a string of random codes.

”Q12K71. Shu

I was stunned for a long time before I remembered that this was the code for a thousand words.

No release? Is it because I don't want to unravel this seven-way maze?

It was Shuyue. She knew what was going on. Yes, I should hurry back to the hospital. Only by seeing my mother and Shuyue, I will know what happened.

I picked up my clothes and started out, but stopped midway.

If Uncle Wang and that fake Big Treasure were still in the elevator, would it be safe to go out?

I walked to the door quietly and peeked out through the peephole.

Two expressionless faces were outside the security door.

Uncle Wang and Big Treasure seemed to have become strangers that I had never met.

I took a few steps back, but the door was locked. The father and the son are probably waiting for me. The Uncle Wang had lived in this building for more than 10 years.

Especially Big Treasure, a child a few years old could actually hide himself so deeply.

What should I do, call my mom, call Shuyue. Call the police.

I hurried into the living room and picked up the phone to dial.

There was no familiar beep and the line was cut.

The only exit was blocked, the phone couldn't get through, so I ran to the balcony. Luckily, I lived on the third floor, so no matter how loud I shouted for help, someone would still be able to hear me.

Walking out of the balcony, I was blinded by the sunlight. This was not a dream, everything was normal outside, knowing that my mother was calling for summer from a tree, the quilts under the sun and the warm smell of the sun, I could even hear that it was the 2: 30 replay Zongge that I was watching.

I stuck my head out the window and looked around. The grown-ups were at work and the park downstairs was empty.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. His savior had arrived. The security guards of the residential complex were heading this way.