"How will you be here?"

Muke wanted to speak, but he could only make a hoarse, unpleasant and noisy sound, like a broken gong or drum.

My throat hurts so much.

"It'll be fine when you wake up."

This voice sounded so familiar. Muke looked in the direction of the voice. It was her father who was more than ten years younger than her father.

Gu Ci can forget it here, isn't her father dead?

He didn't notice Muke's surprise and walked towards her with a bowl of medicine: "Drink it."

The smell of medicine is pungent, and the medicine is turbid and viscous. It looks more like unknown waste liquid flowing out of a garbage dump than medicine.

"Ahhh!" Muke waved his arms to stop the medicine bowl from approaching her.

Her father has died a long time ago. This must be the demon's fantasy. She can't drink this medicine!

"Don't you want to drink it?" Dad frowned when he saw Muke's resistance, and put the medicine next to him, "Ke Ke, be good, drink the medicine and your illness will be cured."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Muke: I’m not sick! You’re the only one who’s sick! Your whole family has it... Your whole family is healthy and everything goes well!

"Keke, don't make trouble," it was Gu Ci who spoke again. He tried to hold down Muke's hand, but was scratched by her in turn. He sighed, "I know that drinking this medicine will cause you to have something in your heart."

Resistance, but this is the only way we can think of... just for your parents, just drink it."

"Ahhhhh!"

No! Don’t drink!

"Forget it, Xiao Gu, don't force it, let Keke have a good rest." Muke's father pulled Gu Ci out of the room with an unhappy face.

The door was only ajar and not locked. If Muke wanted to go out, he could do so at any time, but people outside the door could also come in at any time.

After the two left, Muke looked at the medicine bowl next to him and silently touched his throat.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it feels like my vocal cords have been cut off.

She picked up the medicine bowl and shook it gently. The medicine was very viscous and the smell was very pungent. To describe it, it was like petroleum mixed with blood.

"It's more harmful than medicine." Muke thought to himself, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom mirror was facing the door, and the reflection in the mirror was clearly five or six-year-old Muke.

Muke was not surprised. She had already discovered that her hands and feet were extremely small, and the reflection in the mirror only confirmed it further.

She recalled the last fragment in her memory - her body being squeezed by air.

Is it possible that her body was really compressed into a juvenile form by the air? Although it was still compressed, this is very inconsistent with common sense! Forget it, it is even more contrary to common sense to explain things like ghosts from a physical perspective.

In the mirror, she was wearing a pair of pink bunny pajamas, which looked very similar to the one in the Dawn Haunted Mansion novice gift pack. If there was any difference, it was that the size was a little smaller.

Rabbit pajamas have pockets, and the pockets are particularly innovative and made into two fat carrots. Muke touched the pockets on both sides and found a pack of strawberry-flavored candies and a broken safety button, with the fracture exposed.

A section of hair.

"This safety button looks so familiar..."

Muke tried hard to remember, but his head felt a sharp pain, as if countless steel needles were pricking him.

The headache only stopped when she took her attention away from the safety buckle and thought about other things.

"You don't want me to know the relevant content of this safe buckle?"

The less the enemy wanted her to do something, the more she should do it, so she thought about it like a self-torture.

She almost fainted from the pain, but she could only remember two words.

"March……"

She held on to the sink to prevent herself from falling.

“Does March mean anything special to me?”

She went to look at the wall calendar, and coincidentally, the time in the fantasy world happened to be March.

"Is it possible to leave this illusion before April comes?"

She couldn't figure out what these two words meant, so she simply stopped thinking about it and poured out the bowl of medicine.

She poured it very slowly. In addition to careful observation, another point was that the medicine was too viscous.

After half of the medicine was poured out, her pupils shrank because there were countless tiny red strings at the bottom of the medicine bowl.

They wriggle slowly, more like self-aware bugs than ropes.

Muke subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

When she saw her smile in the mirror, she felt her scalp numb: "Why am I smiling? Shouldn't it be because I feel scared or disgusted when seeing something like this? Is it possible that smile has a special meaning to me? Or am I simply just

A pervert?"

After pouring the medicine, she checked the room carefully.

The furnishings in the house are indeed very similar to the place where she lived when she was a child.

"Is this illusion constructed based on my childhood memories? What is the purpose of this illusion, to trap me? Or does it want me to see something?"

Muke thought, silently walked to the door, and slowly opened the door.

Outside the door, her father was facing the window, seemingly talking on the phone, while Gu Ci was sitting on the sofa in a formal manner. When he heard the door open, he happened to look over.

The dark eyes were like a night without lights.

A woman with blond hair and ponytail was carrying dishes and wearing an apron, walking out of the kitchen. It was Muke's mother who was ten years younger.

She saw Muke quickly put down the food in his hands and hugged her: "You are finally willing to get out of bed! That's great."

This is an illusion, this is an illusion! This woman is dangerous!

Muke's reason told her that she should push away the mother in the fantasy to prevent her mother from saying "heartbreaking words" to her, or from taking out a knife from somewhere and stabbing her to the core.

But that familiar warmth, that kind of care from her mother, made her hand that was about to push away stop there.

Before she could continue to struggle, her father came over, bent down and touched her head: "Keke is awesome."

The performance of these two people made her getting out of bed seem like a very great thing and worthy of praise.

Muke looked at Gu Ci.

He showed a very shallow smile and shook his fist at her in a cheering gesture.

Compared with the haunted house owner who always had a straight face in her memory, Gu Ci now is really much cuter.

"Come and eat. To commemorate your getting out of bed, would you like my mother to order a small cake for you? How about the strawberry cake? Isn't this your favorite?"

Compared with the strange-looking medicine, the food was much more normal, and the aroma made her already hungry stomach start to growl, but Muke didn't dare to eat.

When she refused to eat, the others looked at her. Finally, her mother smiled bitterly: "Forget it, if you don't want to eat, then just eat."

Her behavior of sitting at the table without eating obviously affected the appetite of others. They looked at her three times after taking a bite, and the worried look in their eyes was really inexplicable and weird.

Muke jumped off the table and ran toward the refrigerator on his short legs.

She is a bit short and has to stand on tiptoes to open the refrigerator door.
Chapter completed!