Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 877 Crying is so annoying

Thumbelina's eager reaction confirmed Yu Shijiu's guess.

Whether it was the humming outside the room door last night, or the long-haired female ghost that appeared and disappeared... it seems there really is some kind of connection with Thumbelina, or rather... she can actually sense them?

That Thumbelina-like reaction last night...

“What a bad thing…” Yu Shijiu paused, looked at Thumbelina with clear eyes, and said, “Thumbelina.”

He smiled and asked, "Do you think Grandma Field Mouse is good or bad?"

This question is so blunt it's almost cruel.

Thumbelina was stunned.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Yu Shijiu's gaze remained fixed on her face, watching the intense struggle that appeared on Thumbelina's face, her eyes rapidly switching between dependence, fear, and confusion.

...Grandma Field Mouse took her in, gave her food and a warm place to live, but that food, that food...that food, always lurking in the shadows, a constant sense of surveillance and oppression...

Thumbelina's lips trembled, and her eyes, which were once as clear as a lake, were now swirling with murky tears.

Yu Shijiu's question was like a rusty key, roughly prying open a corner of her subconscious that had been deliberately sealed off.

"Grandma Field Mouse...Grandma Field Mouse, she..."

Thumbelina stammered, her voice a little hoarse, "She gave me food...she gave me, gave me a place to stay...but...but..."

"but what?"

Yu Shijiu didn't miss this excellent opportunity and pressed his advantage:

"Is Grandma Field Mouse really a good person in your eyes, oh no, a good field mouse?"

Thumbelina's breathing suddenly quickened, and the unhealthy blush on her face began to spread again, as if two unknown thoughts were fiercely fighting within her.

She clutched her head in pain, letting out a painful sob:

"I don't know! I don't know! I really don't know... It hurts so much, my head, my head hurts so much... those words... those red... porridge... those, those things that are always singing outside the door..."

Thumbelina's words became increasingly incoherent as she spoke more and more, her eyes sometimes filled with resentment, sometimes with emptiness.

Yu Shijiu looked at her quietly, neither urging nor comforting her.

Although he disliked using his brain and found it troublesome, he knew that Thumbelina was standing at a critical point.

Any external pressure could push her in an unpredictable direction—either completely succumb to the bizarre transformation formed by being "fed" (questionable), or... break free from the shackles and awaken a tiny bit of self-awareness.

Yu Shijiu forced himself to wait patiently.

It's okay, he still has plenty of time. Just wait a little longer, and a little longer... and a little longer.

Nearly ten minutes later, Yu Shijiu's forehead veins bulged, and his gaze towards Thumbelina, who was still holding her head and sobbing, changed.

Why can she cry so much?

Yu Shijiu regretted it a little. He should have comforted Thumbelina earlier, otherwise her endless crying would have been too annoying.

Just as Yu Shijiu's patience was about to run out and she was about to speak, Thumbelina's sobs gradually subsided. She slowly lowered her hands from her head, looked up at Yu Shijiu, and her eyes held a complex emotion she had never seen before, a mixture of pain and a faint trace of clarity.

"...It's bad."

Thumbelina spoke in an almost inaudible sob.

Her tears, which had barely stopped for a few seconds, welled up again instantly. But this time, her crying was not just out of fear, but also carried a sadness and anger of being deceived and manipulated.

“Those foods…those foods…made me feel…very strange…my body, my body doesn’t feel like my own anymore…I can also feel…something…bad things nearby…”

Thumbelina spoke haltingly, as if trying to piece together fragmented memories and the ever-present fear in her heart.

“Last night…outside the door…and just now in the warehouse…they…they seemed to…follow me…or…followed by…that feeling in my body…”

A hint of excitement flashed in Yu Shijiu's eyes.

really.

As expected, the root of the problem is still Thumbelina. Under the influence of the old field mouse's "food," Thumbelina is becoming "bait" that attracts underground monsters!

It seems that the old field mouse wasn't simply taking in a pitiful orphan girl out of kindness, as depicted in the original story... Now it appears to be more like a... deliberate "cultivation"?

Yu Shijiu felt that she was absolutely right. Sure enough, she still needed to spend more time with Thumbelina to get clues!

He now felt that he must have reached the core of this guild tournament dungeon, and estimated that the end was not far off.

The remaining 15% of exploration progress is a bit tricky...

at this time--

"Heh heh... It seems my kids are really engrossed in their conversation..."

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly came from the entrance of the main room.

The old field mouse had been standing there for some time now, leaning on a wooden cane. Behind its reading glasses, its small, dark eyes, like two stagnant pools, coldly stared at Yu Shijiu and Thumbelina, who had just confessed her feelings.

Yu Shijiu didn't show any expression. He obediently nodded to the old field mouse by the door and said with a smile:

"Grandma Field Mouse, why aren't you resting in your room? Why are you here?"

The old field mouse did not respond to Yu Shijiu's greeting. Its gaze lingered for a moment on Thumbelina's face, which was still wet with tears and tinged with fear. Its withered lips twitched downwards, showing extreme displeasure.

Thumbelina trembled with fright and instinctively shrank behind Yu Shijiu. The courage she had just mustered almost instantly crumbled under the old field mouse's gaze.

Yu Shijiu took half a step forward, subtly shielding Thumbelina even more completely, and his impeccably obedient smile returned to his face:

"Grandma Field Mouse, we're cleaning carefully. Doesn't it look very clean?"

He pointed to the wiped-down tables and chairs as he spoke.

The old field mouse's gaze swept over the wiped-down furniture, and it made a cryptic hoarse sound, like mockery or some kind of warning.

It didn't bother to check on the cleaning progress, but instead kept its eyes glued to Thumbelina.

"Good boy, come here."

The old field mouse stretched out its withered, claw-like hand, its tone carrying an unquestionable command.

"You don't look well. Are you tired? Or... has something bad happened to you?"

The implied meaning in its tone made Thumbelina tremble even more.

"No, no..."