"301 Strange Talk: Mother and Daughter."
"After being pregnant with that person's child, Cen Sui got his wish and moved into the high-end apartment that he dreamed of when he was poor when he was a child. He got rid of the curse from his original family and went to the upper class. He no longer had to be ridiculed by the rich man's daughter because of his poverty. ... is the future that Cen Sui dreams of."
"However... why did everyone tell her... behind her is a 'daughter' that she can't see?"
"'As a mother, get yourself clean and leave your daughter behind in dirt...'"
"'This little girl's hairpin is what your daughter left in the elevator, right?'"
"'It's late at night, can you ask your daughter to stop playing around at home? The footsteps are very noisy! Since you are her mother, you naturally have the responsibility of discipline!'"
"Strange questioning from the neighbors, the frightened look in the eyes of the property manager when he saw the room, rumors that were born out of nothing but intensified... Is there really a little girl behind her that she can't see?"
"A... daughter that only she can't see?"
"The strawberry hairpin in my hand looks like it was twenty years ago, but it looks so familiar..."
"Where have you seen it?"
"Strange children's channels always appear on the TV, footprints of children's shoes appear in the entrance, and children's handprints are dirty on the corners of the newly bought woolen coat..."
"Could it be that there is really an invisible child living with her?"
"Issuing cards, so familiar issuing cards..."
"Traces of stitches and stitches inexplicably appearing in the clothes, falling asleep on the sofa, only to wake up to find that my shoulders were sewn to the sofa... Where is the invisible man behind the scenes?"
"Who is it...! Who is following her... Who is going to take revenge on her..."
"Strawberry hairpin... She remembered it! It was made for her by her mother when she was a child... She regarded it as a daughter in the 'play house'... She sewed and then abandoned... Rag doll!"
"The rag doll... that rag doll is because she was abandoned by her and resented her... did she come to take revenge on her?!"
"'Please, please let me go!' cried the woman who was sewn on the sofa and couldn't break free. 'I will treat you well. I will sew you a new body and put you in beautiful clothes. Skirt, take care of you, treat you well...'”
"'Don't kill me... don't kill me!' the woman cried, 'I am your mother, don't I? You love me, don't you? I'm sorry, before I...'"
"'You are not my mother. My mother...is dead...'"
"'She's your mother too! You were just born in her womb...she was so good to you...'"
"'Why beg me for mercy, apologize to me...why not apologize to her! Don't you have any remorse for her?!'"
"'I'm going to make you feel...killed by what you conceived...'"
"'Why... I can't be that person's daughter...Why...she has to die for you? Why...you don't love her at all?'"
"In order to please the daughter, the rag doll has become conscious in the mother's daily whispers."
"Those words of love, those tenderness...all exist for another girl."
"Why die for someone like that? Why...can't you live for me?"
"Because I... am not a real human being? As a rag doll, I can do nothing but catch your tears..."
"If I can stand up, if I can get to your side, if I can hold you and prevent you from sinking into the lake..."
"I want to be your daughter."
"Even rag dolls have feelings, why doesn't a human being have them?"
"This is a daughter's revenge against another daughter."
"Cen Sui's body was found three days later, along with a faded doll with a disintegrated body."
"The rag doll has no heart, but its chest has been completely split."
"302 Strange Talk: Soul Painter"
"Some people inject soul into painting, and some people paint for soul."
"How much are you willing to pay for a masterpiece of art? Your own soul... or, someone else's soul?"
"After witnessing the painting of the ultimate beauty in the world in the room of the missing friend, the artist took the cursed painting set home."
"The painter who was once famous but known as the end of his talents has returned from Nirvana. His painting level is even higher than before, and all the critics are full of praise for him."
"'What is your knack for painting?' someone asked."
"Faced with such a problem, the painter just smiles."
"'Inject Soul'."
"'Only the most beautiful soul can paint the most beautiful paintings, the persistent, the gentle, the passionate, the brave...everyone's soul has a different quality, and I...'"
"'Always looking for the most beautiful souls, they are the source of my creative inspiration.'"
"A painting with a soul is the most beautiful painting. Countless people who love art come here to visit the painter's studio, but only the best people 'stay' there..."
"The painting exhibition is coming soon, and the eight best paintings are covered with black cloth and placed on the balcony."
"The friend who came to stay overnight said in horror; 'I heard crying in the painting in the middle of the night.'"
"'How could such a thing happen?' the painter said softly, 'You must have heard wrong.'"
"Did he hear wrong?"
"Compared to murderous ghosts and gods, sometimes, absolute benefits can touch people's hearts more... The exhibition is coming soon, and there can be no problems with these eight paintings."
"Even if everyone says there is something wrong with this painting, the artist will be the one who knows it well but insists on refuting it."
"The crying in the living room late at night, the crumbling paintings in the early morning, the people who are getting closer to me on the painting path... the boy with the red collar, looking at him with resentful eyes."
"He remembered that boy, this boy, came to this studio to find his missing sister. Just at the first sight...he fell in love with this soul."
"He cast him into the painting."
"As long as you cover them with a cloth and you can't see them, you can pretend they don't exist."
"'How can there be ghosts in this world? There are only eternal interests in this world.'"
"until… "
"One night, the painter disappeared."
"The anxious people came to the artist's apartment before the exhibition, and there were eight paintings covered by black cloth on the balcony."
"Under the black cloth, there are eight blank drawing papers."
"And what appears to be the latest work on the easel in the living room is..."
"They've never seen, never imagined a thing could be so..."
"Ugly."
The moment the body falls into the traffic, it is like falling into the deep sea. Lin Huai opened his eyes.
He woke up from the dream.
The rag doll sat beside him, she was infused with a new dream, and her face was still stained with tears.
This is what Lin Huai wove for her. She became a real human being, was adopted by Cen's mother, and the two lived happily ever after.
Before weaving the dream, Lin Huai casually asked the doll a question:
"Do you want to change to a new body?" He smiled casually, "Your tattered body can't last long. When you become Hongyi, you should be able to reach the point where you can change your obsession storage." Is it the level of things?"
The rag doll shook her head.
"I'm not going anywhere except the body she gave me," she said.
Lin Huai then shrugged his shoulders. In the ocean of dreams, he put a white paper flower on the top of the doll's head and said, "Then good night, I wish you a sweet dream."
"Actually, it stands to reason that it would not be so difficult to kill a person as an evil spirit. It is a pity that her body was created by the mother of the murdered person, so she would naturally be angry with her." Her intention of revenge produced repulsion, so in the end, she also participated in the rapid demise of her who did not reach the level of red clothes after revenge. This maternal love has been protecting Cen Sui until twenty years after her mother's death. "
On the sofa, Lin Huai raised her head and said casually: "It's a pity that not everyone is born with a conscience. Morality is not so much an innate instinct as it is a luxury. …”
With dexterous fingers, he folded a white paper flower in reality, and stuck it on the doll's head: "Then I wish you to hate this world even more after the dream is over. White paper flowers are used for funerals, However, after Cen Sui's blood stains it red, it can be used as a celebration of a 'wedding banquet'."
"Happy revenge, little doll."
Lin Huai walked out of Room 301, then turned around and opened Room 302.
Room 302 is still the same as when he left. The eight paintings lay quietly inside the black cloth, and he walked across the living room to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, the painter is still asleep. Ever since he was imprisoned by Lin Huai to play, he has been resigned to his fate and has always been sleeping.
Lin Huai stared at him for a long time, pondered for a moment, and called Lan Xiang who was squatting in the living room reading a novel: "Did anything special happen tonight?"
"Something special?"
Lan Xiang raised his head in confusion, and Lin Huai asked, "Did you secretly beat him behind my back?"
Lan Xiang shook his head quickly.
"Or...all the ghosts in those eight paintings suddenly want to get away? Don't plan to take revenge?"
Lan Xiang: "Why do you have such a ridiculous idea."
... Tsk, as expected of Hong Yi, she dared to speak so rudely to him. Lin Huai glanced at her with a kind look.
"I... Nothing really happened tonight..." Lan Xiang said aggrievedly, "If there is something special..."
"What special event?"
"It's the woman next door who keeps screaming. By the way, you're the one smashing the door of her house, right?" Lan Xiang blinked and said, "You're a gamer anyway, why are you acting like a villain?"
Lin Huai: "Thank you for your compliment."
Lin Huai returned to the sofa, grabbed a fruit knife and started tossing it around.
"Strange, the strange story in room 301 is completed, why is the strange story in room 302 also suddenly completed?" He thought, "Did something special happen?"
After thinking about it, Lin Huai didn't get an answer. He casually threw the fruit knife into the wall and left 302.
Not seeing each other overnight is like three autumns. Lin Huai comforted Chu Tianshu who was lying on the bed and yawning, but his eyes glanced at the desk.
"Huh? The water glass on the desk is down?"
Lin Huai vaguely remembered that it seemed to be brought down by him before he left. At that time, he was in a hurry to go to 201, so he didn't pay much attention.
Lin Huai stretched out his hand to hold the water glass, but his fingers swept over a book that was placed next to it, which seemed to have a corner wet with water.
— That is the resident registration book of Chunyu Apartment.