Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1977: Lin San Wine Watching Movies 4

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On Thursday morning, Jess was woken up by the sunshine. She didn't need breakfast today, so she could stay in bed for a while; listening to the faint movement from the kitchen downstairs, she lay quietly in the embrace of the bed quilt, finally feeling at ease.

The morning sun was not yet hot, and it felt very comfortable on her body. After a while, she lazily got up and took out the medicine bottle from the drawer of the bedside table. She thought about it for a while, but she still didn't pour out the pills.

She could feel that she was fine and much calmer. As long as it's okay, she really doesn't want to take medicine.

But if you don’t eat, what if...

Before she could finish her thoughts, her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden "dong dong" sound on the door. Jess was startled, and after getting out of bed, she opened the door and discovered that White was outside the door.

"I just discovered that there are rats in the house," he said with a frown. "The bread for breakfast and a bag of potatoes were all chewed up. I have to go to the village quickly to buy bread and some rat poison. Can you make other things for me first?"

While speaking, his eyes glanced around Jess twice - only then did she realize that she was still wearing a nightgown, exposing a large area of ​​skin on her chest; she hurriedly tightened her blouse and said uncomfortably: "I know. Yes, I’ll get down right away.”

*

Because breakfast was half an hour later than usual, all the schedule in the Marquis's residence was pushed back by half an hour. After Jess finally finished another day's work and put Mona to sleep, she quietly opened the door and walked into the dim corridor.

As she passed the phone, she thought about it and resisted calling Manli - Manli's boss had arranged a lot of work for her these days, and she was busy, so she still waited for this. Please contact me in a few days.

Turning the door handle, Jess turned on the light as usual; the old light bulb just turned on, then suddenly went out with a "pop", leaving behind a slight "hissing" sound when the filament burned out.

Jess stood at the door for several seconds before her eyes adjusted to the darkness again. She stood frozen, her heart beating like a drum, but she couldn't move her feet.

There was no mistake... The moment the lights came on, she saw a figure sitting in the corner of the room.

The only light in the room at this time was the moonlight coming from the opposite window, which hit her face. She didn't move, and neither did the figure. The only thing she could see clearly was the faint reflection on the top of his hair.

Listening to her rapid breathing, she slowly walked into the room with trembling hands and feet, and closed the door. She hurriedly opened the desk drawer and dug out a candle, but couldn't find a match for a while. During the rummaging process, she stared at the man without blinking, not even daring to say a word.

When the match was lit with a click, the figure in the corner seemed to take a step closer. Jess lowered her head, pretending not to see it, and hurriedly lit the candle - when she turned around quickly while holding the candle, it was White's face that was illuminated by the fire.

"You--it's you!" She almost couldn't hold the candle steady, she exclaimed: "Why are you here?"

Under the firelight, White frowned, with an indescribable weird look on his face.

"You..." When he spoke, his words were a little slurred, and Jess realized belatedly that he might have drank some wine. "When you came in just now...didn't you see me?"

Jes thought of the moonlight hitting her face. The expression on her face must have been clear to White.

"At first, I thought you were quite welcome when you saw me..." White said slowly, taking two steps closer. "But I found that it doesn't seem like it... You saw an extra person in the room, and you were so scared, but you seemed to be pretending... to pretend you couldn't see it? Why?"

I don’t know if it was fear, anger, or fear, but it all turned into a stream of hot blood and rushed to Jess’s forehead. She could hardly control her intense emotions, and her voice was trembling: "Get out of here!"

"I just want to chat with you..."

"We have nothing to talk about," Jess raised her voice a little, knowing that this big house was old, and as long as she shouted, the Marquis and his wife would be able to hear her. "You get out now!"

White took a step back and raised his hands. "You are too suspicious," he smiled, "I'll leave now."

After he actually left and closed the door, Jess still couldn't suppress his pounding heartbeat. She felt that her palms were sweaty, and it was a little slippery when she grabbed the chair and pushed it against the door.

What to do? This was the first time she had encountered this kind of thing - the Marquis and his wife often went out, and many times, she and White were the only ones in the house, plus an eight-year-old Mona.

She has really suffered too much fright and pain during this period... If she still had savings, she might consider quitting her job; but she is now in financial distress and dare not leave without completing the work for a month. . Besides, she didn't want to let go of Mona - the child finally came out of her "imaginary friend" with great difficulty, and if she left on her own, wouldn't it be a blow to her?

Jess thought for a while, and when she came to her senses, she realized that she was crying silently. She wiped her face and finally made up her mind - no matter what, wait until these few months are completed. Just be careful; isn't White afraid of losing his job?

She put the candle on the bedside table, closed the curtains as usual, and finished changing clothes and washing herself by the candlelight. Before going to bed, Jess thought about it and finally took a pill.

*

"Why did you tell me such a serious matter?" Manli's voice exploded like dynamite through the phone. "It's been several days!"

"He didn't do anything, I..." Jess muttered, rolling up the phone cord.

"You can't take it lightly," Manli said anxiously, "At least you should mention it to the Marquise and let her beat him. If you don't let him know that he is afraid, he will try again!"

"But we still have to work together, won't it be too embarrassing?" Jess felt a little worried.

"Is it more important not to be embarrassed, or is your safety more important?" Manli asked in a deep voice.

"Well...you are right..."

"You heard me right," Manlie said, "It's your lunch break now, right? Where are the Whites?"

"He is outside, talking to the gardener about pruning the bushes." Jess replied obediently - although her job is to take care of children, Manly always plays the role of a big sister who takes care of her.

"Is the Marquise here?" After getting a positive answer, Manli urged: "Now is the right time, go tell her!"

*

"Jess? Come in," the Marquise called from inside the house.

Jess had never set foot in the room of the Marquis and his wife. After opening the door, she realized that this was not only a bedroom, but a suite. She walked through the hallway and entered a small hall, which was connected to a door. When she opened the door, it was the Marquise's bedroom. At this time, the Marquise was sitting in front of the dressing table, with her back to Jess, combing her hair. She has the same blond hair as Mona.

"I have a party this afternoon," the Marchioness explained, "do you mind if I talk to you while I get ready?"

"Oh, of course not," Jess raised her head and said, "I'll be right away -"

When she saw the dark back of a head in the dressing table mirror, she couldn't hold it back any longer, and the second half of her sentence turned into a piercing scream.

The Marquise suddenly turned around, and some of the color drained from her well-maintained face.

*

"Are you okay?" Mona looked at Jess's expression and asked carefully. "When I got up, I felt that the atmosphere in the house was strange... My mother looked very ugly. Did you make her angry?"

"I...I accidentally knocked over her vase." Jess reluctantly replied, "Fortunately it's not a valuable antique."

She did knock over a vase; in her panic, she knocked over the table on which the vase was placed. It was difficult for her to explain to Mona why she was panicking.

"You seem to have cried?" Mona looked at her and said worriedly.

More than just crying - Jess hurriedly swallowed several pills after returning to the room, as if to make up for the few days she had not taken pills. Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, but she was a little dizzy now and couldn't think clearly.

Mona...it is indeed Mona in front of me...

Jess wanted to stroke the top of Mona's head, but she took her hand back before touching the shiny brown hair. She was afraid that Mona would feel that her fingers were trembling.

She didn't know how long she could hold on.

*

The calendar went blank day by day, with no ticks or red crosses.

*

Jess walked in a trance in the dark Beppu mansion, and could feel the eyes falling on her gradually changing.

Day after day passed by her, but she didn't realize it. One time, it wasn't until she was woken up by the banging of the door that she realized that she had slept all the way until noon and did not teach Mona at all. Jess also knew that she shouldn't swallow pills by the handful, as she had already overdosed; but as she took too much, the effectiveness of the pills gradually diminished, and to achieve the effect, she had to ignore the dosage warning on the pill bottle.

Jess is always like a frightened bird lately. Sometimes the door is blown open by the wind, which can scare her into screaming. Even if she forces herself to calm down, she still can't hold it back a few times and eats lunch. I shed tears.

When White and the Marquise asked about her, Jess naturally did not dare to say anything and tried her best to find every excuse she could think of. She could tell that no one believed her—when White asked her why she kept looking over his shoulder when they were helping Mrs. Solano and preparing lunch together, she couldn't come up with a valid excuse.

Can you say that in your own eyes, there is a man sitting next to White? Could she tell that the man's face and toes were facing in opposite directions?

No matter what, you can't lose this job.

This was the only thought that supported her to get up and spend her day. At this point, she is no longer insisting on herself; she must seize this job so that Manli can feel relieved and Mona can go through the critical period of growth. Mona hasn't mentioned Lisa for a long time, and she no longer prepares an empty chair for class, which at least means that she has done everything she should do.

The Marquise, however, had an extra eye on her.

Jess suspected that she had already begun to look for the next tutor, because once it was her turn to have a day off, she went to the village for a morning stroll. When she returned to the big house in Sighing Hill, she happened to see her from a distance through the third floor window. I saw the Marchioness - the Marchioness was talking to a woman, shoulder to shoulder, face to face, very close; judging from the figure and back, the woman was definitely not Mrs. Soranno, the cook.

*

"What are you doing?" White asked coldly, standing at the door of the kitchen, seemingly deliberately keeping a distance from her.

"I...I'm having lunch." In fact, Jess had no appetite at all, but she had to pretend that everything was fine.

White smoothed his black hair, looked at the table, and smiled with an indescribable meaning. It seemed to be a mockery, and it seemed that he had caught her.

"I haven't done it yet, what are you going to eat?"

Jess lowered her head and realized that there was only a pair of empty dishes in front of her.

*

Jess herself can feel that she has become more and more depressed these days; the side effects of the medicine are coming, and sometimes it is difficult for her to even concentrate. Mona could feel her lack of energy, because sometimes she would forget what she was talking about in the middle of class.

"You've been..." Jess heard herself murmuring.

Mona raised her face, her face expressionless, and asked: "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing." Jess shook his head and pinched the skin of his palms. "You grow up so fast..."

*

Jess didn’t call Manli for a while. She knew that her mental condition was getting worse day by day. If she called Manli, her friend might immediately notice that something was wrong - but it was too difficult not to call. Sometimes Jess would wonder, why hasn't Manli come to see her yet? Didn't you say you were coming?

Everything in the big house in Sigh Hill was like a chronic, gradually festering nightmare; she seemed to be slipping into some dark abyss little by little, her grip on reality becoming increasingly loose and unclear. What are the facts.

The only constant seems to be Mrs. Solanno: she comes and cooks and leaves every day without saying a word. During the days when she couldn't hear Manli's voice, the cook became the cornerstone of Jess's understanding of reality - ironically, her appetite was getting worse and worse, and she had only eaten one bite of bread for several days.

After she reluctantly swallowed the mouthful of bread, she saw the kitchen door being pushed open.

Jes looked at the person coming and asked in a daze: "You...who are you?"

"You don't even recognize me anymore?" The woman's face was distorted, "How can you teach my daughter like this?"

*

Jess really couldn't stand it anymore. During her lunch break, she took an opportunity when no one was around, walked into the corridor, and picked up the phone.

"Manli?" As soon as she dialed the number, she couldn't wait to shout into the phone, "It's me——"

"What are you doing?"

The sudden voice behind her startled her. Jess turned around quickly and found that White was standing in the dim corridor.

"I, I'm calling a friend..."

White looked at the phone. Rather, he was looking at the ground beneath the telephone.

"I have suspected something was wrong with you for a long time," White said slowly. "I told the Marquise...so I got permission and went to your room to search."

What? Jess looked at him blankly.

"Finally, I found this." White took out a vial from his pocket, a row of teeth showing in his mouth. His smile was dark.

"Chlorpromazine...I asked the doctor, is this a drug for treating schizophrenia?"

Jess wanted to deny it, wanted to cry, but she just stood there blankly, unable to say a word.

"No wonder...you have schizophrenia. Look down," White still had that cruel smile.

Jess lowered his head, not knowing what he wanted to see at first glance. After a few seconds, she realized that the telephone line was broken - it looked like it had been chewed by a mouse.

"No," she said hoarsely, "It's impossible..."

"The phone lines are down, who are you calling?" White asked with a smile.

No, no.

Manli...the Manli who prepared her farewell meal, the Manli who went to school with her, the Manli who would come to see her even if she was admitted to the hospital, the Manli who accompanied her through the darkness...

The world was spinning and darkening rapidly. Jess hit the ground with a "thud" and lost consciousness.

*

"We have arrived at the Sighing Hill House,"

The driver's words woke her up, and she realized that she had fallen asleep on the road. When she touched her face, her fingers were wet and cool.

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged driver with a kind face looked back.

"No, it's nothing, I seem to have had a very sad dream," she smiled sheepishly. "Please wait for me here for a while."

Hurrying across the courtyard lawn, she raised the brim of her hat and looked at the three-story house in front of her.

It’s hard to imagine that people can still live in such a decadent and dark house.

She rang the doorbell several times and waited for a long time, but she never heard anyone answer the door. The hazy dream she had on the road made her a little uneasy; she reached out and pushed it slightly, only to find that the door was open.

"Is anyone there?" She poked her head into the dark corridor and called, but stopped. As soon as anyone enters the door, they instinctively know that the house is empty - there is dust and cobwebs everywhere, and there seems to be no electricity and no lights on. But what really makes people feel that no one is here is another inexplicable feeling.

Did the driver put her in the wrong place?

Carefully, she walked through the empty house step by step and found the kitchen.

The kitchen is old and empty ~IndoMTL.com~ and exudes a faint musty smell. There was a small dining table in the corner; five empty dishes - no, not empty - were neatly arranged on the table. She walked up, lightly wiped the powder on the plate, smelled it, and saw a crumpled cardboard box thrown on the ground.

…Rat poison?

She staggered out of the kitchen, her pace getting faster and faster, and finally turned into a long stride; when she slammed out the door and rushed to the car in the distance, the driver seemed to be startled by her.

"Miss Manli," he asked, even as his cigarette **** fell off, "Why do you look like this?"

Manli felt itchy on her face, and when she touched it she realized that she was crying again. She said with a trembling voice: "I...I don't know."

"Have you found a friend?" the driver asked.

Manli looked at the Sigh Hill House in the distance and opened her mouth slightly, but made no sound. In the window at the end of the second floor...did she see it wrong?

"I heard that the Marquis and his family seemed to have left a long time ago, and the house has been empty for a long time," the driver continued, "You said you were looking for friends, and I thought I was mistaken..."