Phi-Fic Chapter 1115 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 38)
Chapter 1115 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 38)
Miaomiao put the child on the ground. She already knew that the toilet was here when she came up, and the child could only come out briefly when he needed to use the toilet. He only had to use the toilet twice a day, once at seven in the morning and once at seven in the evening.
The little boy was about to burst, so Miaomiao put him down and he rushed into a room not far away, not even daring to turn on the light.
It was dark outside, and the curtains in the room were not drawn. By the moonlight, Miaomiao discovered that this was actually an ordinary house, and what they were in was probably a cellar-like place, covered with a carpet and located in a corner, making it indeed difficult to be discovered.
Under the moonlight, Miaomiao took a few steps forward. No one was home. The living room had a sofa and coffee table, and there were picture frames on the wall, making it look like a warm and cozy family.
If she hadn't personally experienced her imprisonment underground, she would never have imagined that such a dark cellar was hidden in this seemingly normal house.
She had excellent hearing, and at that moment, there was no one else in the house besides the three of them.
What made Miaomiao even more uneasy was that the older boy, who was clearly awake, was still lying quietly in the underground dark room, as if the loud noise and his younger brother's departure had nothing to do with him.
Not long after, the little boy came running out of the bathroom. In the moonlight, although there was some fear on his face, there was also a lively energy that Miaomiao had never seen before.
He grabbed Miaomiao's hand and pulled her towards the cellar.
"Mom, let's go downstairs quickly, or Dad will find out!"
He felt as if he were on a terrifying adventure, and dared not step out of the forbidden zone even a fraction of a step further.
"No one is home, we can leave here."
Miaomiao held the boy's hand and said seriously.
"I'm sure your father isn't home."
"Can't!"
The boy's face turned deathly pale instantly. He shook his head violently and pulled Miaomiao's hand even harder as he dragged her into the cellar.
"Dad will see it. He knows what we've done. We can't go against Dad's wishes!"
It's dangerous outside. My mother was torn to pieces because she tried to run away with me!
The child's voice was filled with genuine fear, which made Miaomiao's heart sink.
Looking from inside the house, it was clearly a normal residential house, without any protection whatsoever. It shouldn't be the apocalypse or some extreme weather, so how could it have torn people to pieces?
Could it be that the child's father killed someone and deliberately made up a lie to deceive them?
This will prevent them from escaping?
She took two steps forward, but the child still clung tightly to her hand, pulling her back as if there were some man-eating monster in front of them.
Under the moonlight, Miaomiao noticed that outside the house was some uneven lawn, indicating that the person who planted it didn't care much for it.
But inexplicably, looking at the uneven patch of grass, a terrible thought instantly surfaced in her mind.
Could that "mosaic" be some kind of landmine or animal trap set in the yard?
The place looked extremely low-tech, and Miaomiao wasn't thinking about anything more high-tech, but she remembered that the game rules said, "NPCs may kill people at any time," so maybe that was a kind of reminder.
If the child in front of her hadn't been free of any dark aura, Miaomiao probably wouldn't have been so lenient with him.
"How did that mother fall apart? Can you tell me?"
Miaomiao squatted down and looked at the child who was trying to suppress his fear, and asked.
“She grabbed me and tried to run away, but my dad saw it and kicked her outside. She was torn to pieces on the ground.”
The little boy described it slowly, but fortunately, Miaomiao already had a guess, and now that he said it, Miaomiao understood that the "mosaic" must be filled with bombs on the ground, and if you were not careful, you would be blown up there.
It really is a horror game. If she had actually managed to break through and escape, she might have died in the open space outside without them even having to chase her.
Who would have thought that someone would plant a bomb in their own home?
Aren't you afraid of blowing up the house?
Miaomiao didn't understand the other person's thought process either, but she had to admit that this behavior was absolutely vicious.
Without anyone to guide her, she can't leave for the time being.
Miaomiao patted the little boy's head and soothed him gently.
"Okay, you go down first. I'll wait for Dad upstairs. Don't worry."
She knew that it was useless to reason with a frightened child; she could only try to calm him down first.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had agreed, and obediently climbed down into the cellar.
Only the place he was born in can give him a sense of absolute security, at least for now.
Since she couldn't leave for the time being, Miaomiao wasn't going to just sit and wait to die; she was going to set up some traps in the house.
The game rules only state that force cannot be used against "Mosaic," but do not say that traps cannot be used to restrain him.
She searched around the house and finally found a bundle of thick hemp rope in the bedroom.
Panting, Miaomiao dragged the rope to the entrance of the cellar and began to make a trap on the spot, enough to hang the other person upside down...
After doing all this, Miaomiao leaned against the wall and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She needed to find a place to rest properly. She didn't dare to eat anything in the room, for fear that it might be contaminated with the medicine. Everything would have to be "censored" first.
Unbeknownst to Miaomiao, Xie Chenzhou was still casually asking Harris questions. Harris, who should have been full of energy, looked lifeless even with the steaming coffee in his eyes.
The interrogation continued until late at night, when the clock showed 2 a.m. Xie Chenzhou finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and closed the interrogation record book.
This long, late-night interrogation, seemingly about trivial matters involving employee violence, was actually a way for him to uncover Harris's life trajectory, the details of the company's operations, and even catch loopholes in his words.
The deliberately concealed daily routine and the vague reasons for living alone made Xie Chenzhou increasingly certain that the man in front of him was not as innocent as he appeared, and that there must be some unspeakable secret hidden in his home.
"Mr. Harris, I'm sorry to have kept you up all night."
Xie Chenzhou stood up, his tone still businesslike and gentle, but only he knew that the edge of the notebook under his fingers was already crumpled from being gripped so tightly.
From the moment Harris stepped into the police station, that extremely faint, sweet and refreshing scent belonging to Miao Miao was like an invisible thread, tightly wrapped around his nerves.
However, after a whole night, the smell of old leather on Harris was too strong, and the faint fragrance had long since dissipated. But the eagerness to see someone created a stark contrast between Xie Chenzhou's outward appearance and inner self.
His emotions at this moment are dangerous enough.