Today is the third day of the dungeon. When grandma comes back in four days, it will be the seventh day of the dungeon.
Su Qingyu secretly made up her mind that she would pass the level before the seventh day.
The clock in the living room was covered with cobwebs, the sofa was peeling, revealing the sponge inside, and the coffee table was piled with empty wine bottles.
Su Qingyu picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
"Our station is reporting that recently, the funding flow of the residential project undertaken by Qimingxing Real Estate Co., Ltd. was cut off, and many workers asked for their wages to no avail..."
Use your thumb to push the button to change the channel.
"The photography competition of Qimingxing Middle School has officially begun. The first prize is "Girl in a Skirt Swinging". Please contact the publicity department within seven days to receive the certificate of award..."
Su Qingyu noticed that the girl in the winning work was her daughter.
It seems that my daughter has been in the predicament of being secretly photographed and harassed for a long time.
Combined with the nightmare, Su Qingyu could guess what had happened to her daughter.
In the afternoon, take online classes.
The chair in the study was missing a wheel, and the originally clean and tidy computer chair now had words carved with a knife.
Su Qingyu stroked the hateful words with the tip of her index finger.
"In the name of protection, we do harm."
"It's not my fault, why should I leave school?"
"Why do Mom and Dad blame me?"
“I don’t want to be the one pointed at by the knife. I want to be the one holding the knife.”
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There is also a word "death" carved with a knife, half the size of a palm.
The groove of the word "death" was stained with red pen, and a small piece of nail was hanging on the raised burrs on the edge, which was shocking.
The online course teacher didn’t teach much today.
The teacher supported the desk with both hands, and the online class live broadcast room was quiet.
Even so, Su Qingyu insisted on staying until the appointed time before leaving.
When the class was almost over, the teacher quickly muttered in a low voice: "Students, remember to attend evening self-study from 12 to 1 a.m. tonight."
Su Qingyu curled the corners of her lips and left the study.
In the ghost story copy, every word these weird people say may contain hidden clues.
Tonight's evening self-study session may contain clues to passing the level.
I have to attend evening self-study classes, but I can't go to the study room.
This means there is still plot to be triggered.
Su Qingyu ran to the living room. At this time, her parents were in the kitchen.
Dad dragged out a huge black garbage bag from the kitchen. It was a bit difficult because the bag was heavy.
Seeing Su Qingyu, his father frowned and said, "You have nothing to do all day, go help your mother clean the house!"
"Okay." Su Qingyu picked up the rag and pretended to wipe the table. "Mom and Dad, I have to go to evening self-study tonight."
"Got it, Dad... Kakaka... I won't disturb you from studying at night."
Dad went out dragging the garbage bag.
Mom wiped her hands with a rag and took out a tablet from the drawer of the gray bedroom.
"Don't go to the study room at night. Go back to your room and study on your tablet."
Su Qingyu took the tablet.
While eating dinner, Dad was complaining about work and Mom was complaining about housework.
Table hygiene is becoming more and more serious. The more food mom and dad eat, the more cloudy their eyes become.