Grandma Pink's mental state was deteriorating more and more recently.
When Lin Sanjiu went out to water Kitsune, she saw Grandma Pink standing at the entrance of the apartment a few times, guarding the door like a sentry. Every time Lin Sanjiu greeted Grandma Pink, she would give her a blank look. Apparently, Grandma Pink did not remember who Lin Sanjiu was. Fortunately, the old lady still remembered her grandson. She followed Pink very closely as if she was afraid that her grandson would disappear if she lost sight of him.
Lin Sanjiu had only been in the game for a few days, but in her eyes, the chunky middle-aged man was equivalent to an old lady. She still saw a middle-aged man in front of her, but her mind would reflexively think of "Grandma Pink".
Every time they greeted each other, Lin Sanjiu would fret over something. Grandma Pink was already so confused. What kind of story should Lin Sanjiu tell Grandma Pink to convince her that she really had Psionic Power? Could Grandma Pink still understand what Psionic Power was?
Not only Grandma Pink … Among all her neighbors, Goldie was the only one who doubted Lin Sanjiu. The progress on the Character Handbook would change from 1 to 0. Obviously, Goldie was struggling between believing and not believing Lin Sanjiu. Of course, Y'lisabet did not feel guilty at all when she used other people's mental instability to achieve her own goals.
If Goldie did not hallucinate and think that he saw a pair of bare feet under the curtain of her apartment, Lin Sanjiu was afraid that no one would believe her. At that time, Lin Sanjiu wasn't sure if Goldie was testing her or if she was really hallucinating, so she decided to go with the flow and tell Goldie that she had an "old friend" who followed her everywhere she went. It was only when she saw Goldie's face that she realized that she finally had someone who could trust her, thanks to Goldie's mental illness.
Lin Sanjiu did not know where to find the next one. It seemed that her method of telling stories at tea parties was not very popular. If she continued to follow the rules, she would not be able to clear the game.
"Pink."
One afternoon, when Lin Sanjiu walked out of her apartment on time, she greeted Pink. "You're not playing war games today. Are you reading a comic?"
Pink was sitting at the entrance of the apartment as usual. But there was something strange about him today. Instead of holding the book in his hands, he stood on the edge of a comic book with his feet, his dark blond eyelashes lowered, and every time he wanted to turn a page, he used a branch to pry the page away, as if he didn't even want to touch it.
"Why are you reading like that?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help asking.
Pink raised his eyes. His green pupils seemed to reflect the light of a lake under the sunlight. "None of your business," he said, with the same impoliteness.
Just when Lin Sanjiu was about to leave, Pink stopped her.
"You're Witch, aren't you?" The pair of bright green eyes that were immersed in the snow stared at her.
"I prefer to be called a psychic."
"Since you're Witch," Pink continued as if he hadn't heard her, "can you help me with something?"
"What is it?" Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up as she asked with a smile.
Pinker frowned and hesitated.
"Calculate when I die."
Lin Sanjiu was shocked when she heard this from a five-year-old child. Just when she opened her mouth and was unsure of what to say, Pink stood up abruptly. He kicked the comic book away and muttered, "Forget it." Then, he turned around and went back into the apartment.
Lin Sanjiu looked down at the comic book. She wrapped her hand in her sleeve and picked it up. When she straightened her back, she glanced at Pink's apartment subconsciously. Sure enough, she saw it again.
Behind the floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains were pulled open slightly. The old lady was hiding in the shadows and peeking out. She could only see one of her cloudy blue eyes. When the two of them looked at each other through the narrow slit, the old lady quickly disappeared between the curtains.
"Did Pink's grandma give this comic to Pink?"
Lin Sanjiu thought to herself as she slowly walked down the stairs with the comic book in her hand. "But why did she harm her grandson? Was she too muddle-headed? "
She stopped abruptly on the stairs.
She was only halfway down the stairs. When she looked up, she could still see the window of Pink's apartment. The curtains were not closed, so there was still a dark slit between them.
Perhaps she was overthinking, or perhaps she was overly paranoid, but —
The eye she saw just now, whose was it?
There was only one person that Pink's grandma was staring at, and that was her grandson. When her grandson had returned to his apartment, she would never stare outside. It was rare for her to stare at an outsider instead of her grandson. Besides … Pink's grandma was a middle-aged man. She was far from being so old that her eyes had turned blue.
"Is it the lighting? Is it Miss Chen? "
Coincidentally, just as Lin Sanjiu thought of this, she saw Miss Chen walking out of her apartment. The latter probably couldn't stand the crying of the baby next door. She walked over and knocked on the door of apartment 4. After some time, Ah Hei opened the door in a flurry. He had a towel on his shoulder and a milk bottle in his hand. His forehead was drenched in sweat.
"I'm sorry," he immediately apologized when he saw Miss Chen, "I was warming the milk. He is hungry … You know, he doesn't have a mother to feed him …"
The conversation between the two brushed past Lin Sanjiu's ears. She stood on the stairs, looking at Pink's apartment and Miss Chen from time to time. It was almost dinnertime, and the smoke in the residential building was heavier than usual. Gradually, she was convinced that she was overthinking. If it wasn't Pink's grandma, who else could it be? After all, she was old, so she moved a little slower. Perhaps, she didn't look away from her grandson in time.
When Lin Sanjiu walked into apartment 4, Ah Hei's face darkened when he saw her. Miss Chen was still standing at the door. When she heard her footsteps, she turned around and her eyes were attracted by the comic in Lin Sanjiu's hand.
"What are you doing here?"
"Why are you holding it?" both of them asked almost at the same time.
"Do you recognize this comic?" Lin Sanjiu did not answer Ah Hei. She still wrapped her hand in her sleeve and picked up the comic.
"I gave it to Pink," Miss Chen said with a frown, "Why did you take it? Did you dirty it? Why are you holding it like that? "
Before Lin Sanjiu could reply, Ah Hei had already snatched the comic. Miss Chen's unprotected hand directly pressed on the comic.
Lin Sanjiu swallowed her scream. The old lady was oblivious to this. She took the comic and went upstairs. It seemed like she wanted to take it back to Pink.
Lin Sanjiu looked at the old lady's back. For a moment, she didn't know how to react. Miss Chen didn't seem to be affected. In comparison, Lin Sanjiu felt that she was overly suspicious. When she turned around, Ah Hei was looking at her coldly.
"I'm here to see Goldie," Lin Sanjiu immediately came up with the excuse she had prepared. She lowered her voice and said, "I think it's not a bad thing for her to try other methods …"
Ah Hei was a very competent husband. As expected, the moment he opened his mouth to stop her from entering, Lin Sanjiu quickly squeezed herself through the gap between the door and smiled, "Don't you think she's in a much better state after I consoled her the last time?"
Her husband hesitated for a few seconds.
"I'm just going to sit with her and help her calm down. I'll leave immediately."
Lin Sanjiu's words seemed to have convinced Ah Hei. "I need to warm up the milk. Don't talk to her. I'll be back soon."
A minute or two was enough for Lin Sanjiu. When Ah Hei disappeared into the corridor, Lin Sanjiu quickly ran into the master bedroom. Goldie was lying motionless on the bed with his back facing her. He seemed to be asleep.
Lin Sanjiu looked around and found a walkie-talkie on the bedside table. It was an infant listening device that most parents would have. It could alert the parents if something was wrong. Lin Sanjiu picked it up, switched off the power and stuffed it into her pocket. She couldn't afford this gadget. She had to steal the one from the infant's room later so she could use it to eavesdrop on others.
Lin Sanjiu raised her head subconsciously. Her gaze fell on the window opposite the bed. Goldie was lying on his side, casting a blurry reflection on the window. The eyes on his face were wide open. He was looking at her from the reflection.
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