Chapter 1406

one thousand four hundred and six

Grandma Pinker's mental deterioration has become more and more serious recently.

When Lin Sanjiu went out to water the cat Kui, he saw her standing at the door of the apartment several times, standing guard at the door; Every time she said hello, grandma Pinker looked blank, obviously she didn't remember who she was at all. Fortunately, the old lady still remembers her grandson and follows Pinker very closely, as if she was afraid that her grandson would disappear at a glance.

After entering the game for only a few days, in Lin Sanjiu's eyes, this pudgy middle-aged man was equated with the old lady - what she saw was still a middle-aged man, but "grandma Pinker" immediately floated in her mind.

Every time I say hello to her, Lin Sanjiu will be worried. Grandma Pinker has become so confused. What stories should she tell to make the other party feel that she is really spiritual? Can grandma Pinker still understand what spiritual power is?

Not only grandma Pinker... Among all her neighbors, only Xiao Huang is now half convinced of her. The progress in the role manual is 1 for a while and 0 for a while. Obviously, Xiao Huang is struggling between faith and disbelief - of course, Elizabeth won't have any guilt by taking advantage of other people's mental instability to achieve her goals.

If Xiao Huang hadn't hallucinated and thought she saw a pair of bare feet under the curtain of her house, I'm afraid she didn't even have this person who believed in her. Lin Sanjiu was not sure at that time whether she was testing herself or really hallucinating, so she had to go down the slope and say that she had an "old friend" who followed wherever she went; It was not until she saw Xiao Huang's face that she realized that thanks to the other party's mental problems, she finally had the first person who might believe her.

Next, I don't know where to find it. The method of telling stories at the tea party seems to have little response; If she continues to be honest and disciplined, she will not be able to pass the game.

"Pinker,"

That afternoon, when Lin Sanjiu walked out of the door on time, she said hello to Pinker. "I'm not playing war games today. I'm reading comics?"

Pinker was still sitting at the door of the apartment as usual. It's just that he looks a little strange today: instead of holding a book in his hand, he stepped on the edge of a cartoon with his feet, and his dark golden eyelashes drooped; Whenever he wanted to turn the page, he would use a branch to open the page - as if he didn't even want to touch it.

"Why do you read like this?" Lin San Jiu couldn't help asking.

Pinker raised his eyes. The green pupils seemed to glow in the sun. "It's up to you." he's still rude.

Lin Sanjiu was about to lift his feet, but Pinker stopped him again.

"You are a god woman, aren't you?" Those bright green pupils soaked in white snow are staring at her.

"I prefer to be called a psychic."

"Since you are a god woman," Pinker continued as if he hadn't heard what she said. "Can you help me calculate something?"

"What is it?" Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up and asked with a smile.

Pinker frowned and hesitated.

"When will I die?"

This word came out of a five-year-old child's mouth, which really surprised Lin Sanjiu. As soon as she opened her mouth and was not sure what she should say, she saw Pinker suddenly stand up - he kicked away the cartoon on the ground, whispered "forget it", and turned back to the room.

Lin Sanjiu looked down at the cartoon, wrapped his hand in his sleeve and picked it up. When she straightened up, she subconsciously swept over the Pinker's house, and sure enough, she saw it again.

Behind the French window, the curtain was slightly opened. The old lady, who peered out from the shadow, only showed her eyes that were so muddy that her eyes were blue; The two looked at each other through the slit, and the old lady quickly disappeared between the curtains.

... did grandma Pinker give Pinker this cartoon?

Lin Sanjiu thought as he slowly descended the stairs, carrying the cartoon. But what did she do to hurt her grandson? Is it too confused——

She suddenly stopped on the stairs.

She was only halfway down the stairs, and when she looked up, she could still see the Pinker's window. The curtain did not close, but still showed a dark seam.

Maybe she's paranoid, maybe she's paranoid too much, but——

Whose eye did she see just now?

There was only one person grandma Pinker kept a close eye on, her grandson. She never stares out when her grandson has returned to the house. It is a rare thing to look at outsiders instead of grandchildren; Besides... Grandma Pinker herself is a middle-aged man, far from old enough to make her eyes blue.

Is it a light problem? Is that Miss Chen?

Coincidentally, Lin Sanjiu just thought of this and saw Miss Chen pushing the door out of her apartment. The latter probably couldn't stand the howling and crying of the baby next door, and walked over and knocked on the door of apartment 4; After a while, ah Hei hurriedly opened the door, with a towel on his shoulder, a bottle in his hand, and sweat on his forehead.

"Sorry," he immediately apologized when he saw Miss Chen, "I'm warming my milk, and he's hungry... You know, he doesn't have a mother to feed..."

The dialogue between the two rubbed past Lin Sanjiu's ear. She stood on the stairs, looking at Pinker's house and Miss Chen; At this time, approaching dinner time, the fireworks in the residential building were more prosperous than usual, gradually making her believe that she was thinking too much. If it wasn't grandma Pinker, who else would it be? After all, there may be some people who are older, move slower, and don't take back their eyes with their grandchildren in time.

When Lin Sanjiu approached apartment 4, ah Hei pulled down his face as soon as he saw her. Miss Chen was still standing at the door. As soon as she heard the footsteps and looked back, her eyes were attracted by the cartoon in her hand.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing with it?" They asked at almost the same time.

"Do you know this comic?" Lin San Jiu didn't answer ah Hei, still wrapped his hands in his sleeves, picked up the book and asked.

"I gave it to Pinker," said Miss Chen frowning, "what are you doing with it? Are you dirty? Why are you holding it like this?"

Before Lin Sanjiu could reply, she had already snatched the book away with her hands, Miss Chen's unprotected skin, directly pressed on the comic book, and choked Lin Sanjiu back with a cry. The old lady didn't know it at all. She took the cartoon and stomped upstairs again, as if to take it back to Pinker.

Lin Sanjiu looked at her back and didn't know what to do for a moment. Miss Chen seemed unaffected. By contrast, it seemed that her suspicion was too heavy - when she turned her head, ah Hei was looking at her coldly.

"Let me see Xiao Huang," she immediately took out her good excuse and said in a low voice, "I think it's not a bad thing for her to try other ways..."

Ah Hei's husband did a good job. Sure enough, he opened his mouth and was about to stop her outside the door - Lin Sanjiu hurriedly squeezed into the crack of the door, smiled and said, "don't you think she's much better after I comforted her last time?"

Her husband hesitated for a few seconds.

"I'll sit with her and help her stabilize her state of mind and leave immediately."

This sentence seemed to convince ah Hei at last. "I'm going to warm my milk. Don't talk to her. I'll be right back."

Just a minute or two is enough for Lin San Jiu. After ah Hei disappeared into a door in the corridor, she quickly walked into the master bedroom; Xiao Huang lay on the bed with her back to her, motionless, as if asleep.

She looked around, and sure enough, she found a walkie talkie like machine on the bedside table - it was a baby monitor that ordinary parents would have, which could timely let parents detect abnormalities. Lin Sanjiu reached out and grabbed it, turned off the power and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. She can't afford it; Later, I have to steal the baby's to monitor others.

Subconsciously, Lin Sanjiu's eyes fell on the window opposite the bed. Xiao Huang threw a vague reflection lying on her side on the window, and her eyes on her face were staring at her from the reflection of the window.