The Silent World Episode 3

Chapter 3.
A tour bus slowly made its way along the highway during a storm, constantly dodging vehicles stopped in the road. The driver, smoking a cigarette, cursed the damn weather, "Damn it, such cold weather and such heavy rain. Are you trying to kill us?!" He spat a thick wad of phlegm into the bus, his voice thick with Hokkien accent. A beautiful woman in a cheongsam walked over and handed him a glass of water, which he drank in one gulp.
The woman took the glass and returned to her seat. The front of the bus was packed with women of various types, while the back was piled high with food.
Since returning home, to my former home, I no longer dared to stay there. I only visited my parents daily, wiping their not-so-dirty faces. I started exercising. Nearly two years of being a recluse had left my body weak and exhausted. A few weeks ago, during a mother-daughter battle, I collapsed on the bed without even penetrating my daughter. A humiliating disgrace! I moved into the girl's large bedroom, while the girl and the little girl lived in her bedroom. Every morning, the girl would get up and run, and I gave her the order to wake me up so we could run together. The little girl seemed to be a carbon copy of the girl at the beginning; she was always about an arm's length away from me when I woke up. Every day, the girl would wake me up and come to my room to call me. After I got dressed, the girl would run ahead, I would run in the middle, and the little girl would follow, about an
arm's length away. The little girl was so kind to me; no matter how slow I ran, she would always be about an arm's length behind me. At least I had someone to keep me company. The girl was much more mischievous, often disappearing from sight. It was sad; I couldn't even outrun a girl.
The girl was becoming more and more agile. Except for her lifeless eyes and inability to make any sound, she was no different from an ordinary girl. She could cook, dress herself, prepare clothes and food for me, go out to find things and bring them back, and bathe the little girl every day, choose clothes for her, and dress her up. She acts exactly like a live-in girlfriend, the kind who's completely dependent on you, never gets angry, and never does what you say. If she could talk and have expressions, she'd be perfect.
The little girl is different. A teenage girl changes in a few days, but the little girl hasn't done anything independently in over ten days; she just follows me blankly. Every time the teenage girl needs to bathe or change her clothes, she just stares blankly until I give the order. Thankfully, the little girl's body isn't fully developed yet. Sometimes seeing her naked doesn't drive me crazy like I do with teenage girls, but she's still innocent and adorable, showing early signs of development, requiring a lot of self-control. In these ten days, I've only been in their bedroom once (hehe, that's impossible). In these ten days, I've only vented on the teenage girl once. After ejaculating inside her, I carefully examined the little girl's body—well, of course, her private parts. Okay, I admit I wanted to know if the little girl was a virgin, but it was purely for scientific research. The little girl was indeed a virgin. I couldn't help but think how lucky I was not to have applied Yu Meijing (a Chinese skincare product) to her body that day. It's better to break the hymen with the glans penis, it's a matter of etiquette.
When I learned the little girl was still a virgin, I kept comparing the girl, the mother and daughter, and Teacher Zhang—the differences between the four, and why only two of them woke up. My first thought was whether it was because the girl and the little girl were virgins? But the little girl hadn't been deflowered by me yet. Although I ejaculated into her mouth, her virgin vagina hadn't been broken. I also wondered if it was because of my semen, but during sex with Teacher Zhang and my mother, especially with Teacher Zhang, I ejaculated countless times on her buttocks, anus, and vulva over three days. I'd often seen online that some people who insisted on withdrawal still got women pregnant, let alone ejaculating so many times in Teacher Zhang's genitals over three days. Finally, one day when I couldn't resist studying the bodies of young girls and lolis closely, it suddenly occurred to me: could it be that no matter where the semen is ejaculated, as long as a large amount of semen flows into the body, it can awaken the other person? Hmm, I need
to write this down carefully. I must try it on some girls who aren't awake yet when I get the chance. Okay, just pretend I'm talking nonsense, it won't work on those who are already awake. If I'm going to try it, of course I'll find girls. I don't have the mentality of men ejaculating. The premise is that my physical condition is good. My favorite activity at home is taking a bath. When I sit in the bathroom in the master bedroom, I call the young girls and lolis to help me bathe. The young girls and lolis are wearing either a sundress, a t-shirt, or even naked. The two of them, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, use their white little hands to hold bath sponges and scrub me. Their hands occasionally grab their breasts, tease their nipples, pinch their little butts, and rub their pink labia. It's simply a royal enjoyment. Unfortunately, both of their eyes were lifeless; their advances towards me were merely physical reactions, like watching a pornographic video with the sound off. Annoying.
After ten days or so, the continuous exercise left me aching all over, like my body was falling apart. But the food at home had been completely used up in those ten or twenty days. There was no other way but to take the girl and the little girl out to move things.
During those nearly twenty days, the girl did go out and bring back some things, but mostly just apples, bread, bananas, and other fruits. I really don't know where she gets her energy from exercising every day and only eating fruit and bread.
My respect for girls has only grown stronger. I put on my workout clothes; wearing workout clothes has become a habit of mine, after all, if something happens, you can escape quickly in workout clothes. The girl and the little girl came downstairs. Good heavens! The girl was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a denim skirt that reached her hips. The little girl was dressed in a princess dress with a red bow hair clip—as if she were going on a fashion show. Oh well, as a man, I'm lucky to have two such beautiful girls with me. So, on the street, two strikingly different pretty girls walked alongside a scruffy guy in sportswear pushing a cart, creating a bizarre scene.
As we passed the shopping street, the little girl's mother was still lying naked in bed. Seeing this, especially with the little girl beside me, I felt incredibly embarrassed. I helped the little girl's mother to her feet and clumsily dressed her. Then I put her in the stroller and said to the little girl, "Come on, I need you to take me to your house."
So the little girl and the girl walked ahead of me, and I pushed the stroller with the little girl's mother lying down behind me, slowly heading towards the east of the city (my and the girl's house is in the west of the city; geographically speaking, the whole city is a basin surrounded by mountains, and the commercial street is at a lower level).
I was panting heavily behind them. The girl and the little girl were dressed so beautifully, I really couldn't bear to ask them to help. But they really couldn't bear to let me push alone, so I gritted my teeth and persevered! Soon we arrived at the city government compound. Damn, could the little girl's family be high-ranking officials?
After entering the city government compound, we walked through the winding woods... We walked along a narrow path and arrived at the foot of an old five-story building.
The little girl lifted her legs and climbed the steps, while I sat on the ground, panting, exhausted. I pulled a cigarette from a nearby man and took a deep drag. The little girl seemed to feel sorry for me when she saw how tired I was; she slowly walked over to me. I was about to hug and kiss her—after all, noticing I was tired was a sign of her progress. But she walked straight past me, and I stood there dumbfounded, my hand outstretched. She went to the stroller, picked up my mother's handbag, rummaged through it, took out a set of keys, and walked past me again. I was truly defeated. I lay down on the road, refusing to get up.
The girl walked over and squatted down in front of me. The opening of her denim skirt, which reached her hips, was right in front of my face. I tilted my head and saw directly inside: a light blue lace panty with a tight crotch, but the soft pubic hair was visible through the cutouts. Having seen her entire genitals before, my mind automatically filled in the unseen parts, and I got an erection. She reached out and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me up. I pulled her sharply, drawing her close, hooking my arm around her long neck, and bringing her beautiful face to my face before kissing her fiercely. My tongue teased her sweet tongue in her mouth, and then, unexpectedly, she started communicating with me with her tongue. It was the first time she had cooperated with my French kiss; before, she had always just let me tease her directly. Today, she actually cooperated. I was furious, really furious. I roared, "I'm getting hard!" and reached out to grab her full breasts, which felt incredibly soft in my hands. Just as I was about to reach into her oversized t-shirt to experience her plump, silky skin, the little girl took my shout as an order and came to my side. At the moment I was most about to explode, she grabbed my hand and tried to pull me up. I struggled a few times, but the girl also stood up, and the two beauties each grabbed one of my hands. I had no choice but to stand up. Seeing that I was up, the girl went to the cart and lifted the little girl's mother's legs, dragging her along. Even I struggle to move someone who's fast asleep; the girl's strength was insufficient. I had to step forward and lift her upper body. The two of us moved forward, one in front of the other. It took a lot of effort to carry the little girl's mother up to the fifth floor, the whole process a stumbling affair. Once inside, I collapsed onto the huge sofa by the door. The girl was also exhausted, panting heavily, her chest heaving, occasionally patting it with her hands, as if showing off her firmness. The little girl came out of her kitchen with a glass of water. I reached out to take it, but she walked right past me and placed the glass in front of the girl. I was furious! I'd gone through all that trouble pushing it from so far away, carrying it upstairs, and she only gave water to the girl and not me. "
I want water too, no, I want ice water." Only then did the little girl bring me some ice water from the kitchen and place it in front of me. Just as I was about to take it, the girl took my ice water and put it in front of herself. I was really angry. I was already angry, and being interrupted was bad enough, but then the little girl didn't even prepare water for me, which was bad enough, since she's still in the "following orders" stage. Wait…
nobody asked her to bring water, so why did she offer it to the girl? It was like offering water to a guest? Does familiarity breed contempt? Questions flashed through my mind. Ah! What am I thinking? Now even the girl is taking my water! What kind of world is this?! Uh! Just then, the girl handed me her water glass. Was she offering me her water?
Not ice water, ice water. The difference suddenly flashed into my mind. Was she too tired to drink ice water, so she gave me hers? I was touched. Girls are so kind! I gulped down the water she gave me, and only then did I feel better. I looked around the girl's house. Despite its old-looking five-story building, it was surprisingly spacious inside, with four bedrooms, a living room, two bathrooms, and a kitchen. The house was decorated with calligraphy and landscape paintings. On the TV wall in the living room was a huge horizontal scroll with the four characters "Self-Discipline for the People" written on it. Looking at the signature, I was shocked. It was the youngest political bigwig in the city that I often saw on TV! Turning my head, I looked at the family photo on the wall next to the sofa. The girl was nestled beside her parents, smiling sweetly. I had thought the girl's father looked familiar, but it turned out to be him.
This is too much of a coincidence! Lost in thought, the little girl took out two apples and handed them to the girl, and the two sat down to eat together. I watched them carefully, trying to find their differences and similarities, otherwise I couldn't explain the little girl's sudden change after returning home. Could it be because they were at home, in a familiar place, that they changed? Come to think of it, the girl also took a shower on her own the first time she came home without waiting for any instructions from me, and as I stayed at her house, she spent more and more time there and became more and more interactive. Although we couldn't communicate verbally, as long as it was just the two of us, she no longer needed me to use so many commanding "yes" statements. She even knew to add an egg or cut some meat when cooking noodles for me. Speaking of noodles, I feel like throwing up. It seems like all the girl knows how to cook is noodles. I ate them the first few times because she made them herself, but later, unless I really wanted something hot, I basically wouldn't touch them, while the girl still cooked three meals a day for me.
Although the little girl still seemed a bit dazed, she immediately brought water for the girl upon entering the house, and now she's even giving them both apples for lunch. Hmm, seeing them eat makes me hungry too. I wondered if they were communicating with each other. I needed to think of something.
I pointed at the girl and said, "I need you to tell her to go down and get the things from the cart."
The girl turned her head to face the little girl, her mouth opening and closing, but the little girl just kept staring at me eating her apple, offering no response whatsoever. I was mentally prepared, but I was still disappointed. It seems I'll have to stay here for a while and see how the little girl changes. Since the girl won't listen, I'll have to step in! I pointed at the little girl, "You, I need you to go down and get the things from the cart." Serves you right for not bringing me water and food!
The little girl went back and forth to get the food we had found earlier: rice, meat, eggs, and vegetables. Although the girl only cooks noodles at home, she can also make fruit and vegetable salads. I wonder what the little girl can cook. Seeing that the little girl had finished getting her things, I told her to cook. The girl wanted to help the little girl on her second trip, but I stopped her out of a desire for revenge. This time, I mainly wanted to see how the little girl had changed, and also to prevent the girl from helping. Besides, all you know how to do is cook noodles and salads; I was really looking forward to seeing what the little girl could make! Sure enough, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
The little girl went into the kitchen, picked up an apron from behind the door, and skillfully tied it on. I followed her, surprised and full of anticipation.
I saw the little girl pick up the inner pot of the rice cooker, pause, and glance back at me. She rinsed one and a half cups of rice, washed it, and turned it on to cook. Then she opened the refrigerator and took out several plates covered with plastic wrap. Damn! Leftovers.
I returned to the living room disappointed. It's been almost a month; how could the vegetables still be edible? I quickly grabbed a bag from the floor, found some bread and my favorite dried beef and biscuits. I gave the bread to the girl and started eating the dried beef and biscuits myself. It's
better to eat my fill first.
Then, I asked the girl to help me put the little girl's mother in the little girl's master bedroom, covered her with a blanket, and quietly said to her, "Auntie, I'm sorry, please don't bother me when you wake up. I'll take good care of your daughter. How about I call you mother-in-law?"
Soon, the little girl brought out the food, carefully filled a bowl with rice, and placed it in front of me.
Hmm, not bad, good upbringing! But thinking about the leftovers that had been in the refrigerator for almost a month, I didn't touch my chopsticks. The girl, on the other hand, seemed quite interested in the dish of stir-fried snow lotus fruit with pork slices. The two girls also had their own unique eating habits. The girl was very refined, her movements with chopsticks weren't much slower, but she didn't make any clinking noises. The little girl ate with big, sweeping motions, and although she didn't seem to eat much, the sound of her chopsticks hitting the plate and bowl was constant. Watching them eat the steaming food, I kept swallowing my saliva, constantly telling myself, "Don't eat, be careful not to get diarrhea."
After lunch, perhaps due to the beef jerky and biscuits, I didn't find their meal particularly tempting, and I even felt a little bloated afterward. The two girls washed the dishes, and the young girl and I each made a cup of tea. In the quiet afternoon at the young girl's house, the three of us leisurely savored the fragrant tea.
(In the silent television building, a computer screen lit up, followed by all the screens, flashing the message: "Other targets are approaching. Allow contact?... Authentication of contact command... Authentication complete... Surveillance system activated, screening system activated, shielding system activated. Countdown begins. Surveillance system activated, screening system activated, shielding system activated. Target protection enhanced. Under close surveillance.") After a while, I fell asleep in this relaxed atmosphere. When I woke up, the girl and the loli were sitting opposite me. They seemed to have showered, wearing identical t-shirts and shorts in different colors. The girl's bust was noticeably larger, making her look quite alluring in the loli's clothes, while the loli looked cute. I seemed particularly energetic today; my muscle soreness was much less, probably from just waking up. My groin was hard, and looking at the two beautiful girls before me, I felt a surge of desire. I plopped down between the two girls, taking a deep breath of their necks—they smelled so good. I placed my hands on their shoulders, kissing each of their cheeks. My hands slid inside their t-shirts; the little girl wasn't wearing a bra, the older girl was wearing one upside down. I unhooked the older girl's bra. The different soft textures stimulated my senses. The little girl's areolas and nipples were larger than the older girl's; I gently rubbed the firm nipple against my palm, while the older girl's breasts shifted and changed in my hands. I whispered a command in their ears to slowly remove their shirts. The two girls slowly revealed their white, slender bellies, then gradually their breasts, different sizes and nipples, until their upper bodies were fully exposed before me. Suppressing a violent urge, I turned and sat on the coffee table, pressing them close together. I licked the older girl's full breasts and touched the little girl's medium-sized breasts. I licked the little girl's large nipples and played with the older girl's clitoris.
Excitedly, I stripped naked, my erect penis throbbing.
I gave the order for them to undress one by one. The little girl started by taking off her shorts, revealing a pure white pair of Winnie the Pooh underwear underneath. With her two delicate little hands, she first removed her buttocks, then the opening of her underwear slid over her flat stomach, revealing a small slit in her pubic bone. Then she bent over, her breasts hanging not far from me. The little girl's beautiful face was in front of me, and I couldn't help but kiss her pink lips. When the little girl stood up again, her smooth, hairless vulva revealed tightly closed labia majora and slightly open labia minora. Peeking out, just as I was about to get closer for a closer look, the girl took off her shorts, revealing the blue lace panties I had glimpsed downstairs. The way she took them off was different from the loli; she first pulled down the left side, revealing her alluring groin, then the right side, her inverted triangle abdomen, with a tuft of soft hair peeking out in front of me. Only when both sides of the panties had slid past the widest part of her hips did she bend over, her full breasts swaying noticeably. When she stood up again, her tightly closed labia majora didn't reveal a single gap.
Thinking of the girl's proactive French kiss downstairs, I got excited. Pointing at her, I said, "You, I want you to suck my penis, lick it with your tongue." The girl obediently squatted down, her hands on the ground, her rosy little mouth wide open, taking my glans inside. The moment my glans was enveloped, my whole body trembled. The girl's nimble tongue began to sweep around the urethral opening, her small silver teeth gently biting my penis. "Don't bite with your teeth, just hold it with your lips." The sensation of teeth disappeared from my penis. My left hand reached into the girl's smooth long hair, forcefully pulling her head closer and further away. My penis moved between her lips, her lips tightly holding mine, her eyes fixed on me. A different kind of pleasure than vaginal penetration assaulted my brain. I pulled the little girl close and kissed her lips fiercely, using my tongue to pry open her teeth and tease her fragrant tongue. Today, I'm going to deflower you, so it won't be in vain that I called your mother-in-law. I gave the little girl an order: "You, I want you to lie on the sofa, legs spread wider, butt sticking up." The little girl obediently lay down on the sofa, displaying her fair, hairless genitals without reservation. I leaned over and took her entire vulva into my mouth, my tongue sweeping through the folds. Excitedly, I squatted down behind her, grabbing her buttocks and forcefully spreading them apart. Her labia parted, revealing the bright red flesh inside. The girl lay beneath me, her arms wrapped around my waist, straining to lift her head and suck on my penis, tirelessly stroking it with her tongue.
As my tongue teased her, slippery fluid began to flow from her, and her tightly closed clitoris peeked out slightly. I took that tiny spot into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, making it bigger and bigger, with more fluid flowing out.
I gestured for the girl to lie down next to the little girl, adopting the same posture. Grasping my raging penis, I moistened the glans with the loli's bodily fluids, then pressed it against the entrance of her virginity, slowly pushing it in. Soon, a membrane adhered to the sensitive glans. I growled, "I'm coming!" and with a thrust, broke through the barrier. The loli's body was similar to a young girl's, but her vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's first time, probably due to the bodily fluids. However, once fully inside, I discovered the inside. The loli's entire vagina gripped my penis like waves, that subtle grip loosening slightly, that subtle undulation almost making me lose control. I quickly picked up the girl and passionately kissed her, my hands teasing her genitals. Only after finally getting used to the loli's sensations did I slowly begin to thrust. After a couple of thrusts, the undulating grip made me thrust harder, gripping the little girl's slender waist with both hands and pounding into her. The little girl's vagina was shallower than a teenage girl's, and each powerful thrust hit the soft flesh at the bottom. After dozens of thrusts, I began to feel the urge to ejaculate. No, I couldn't be so quick. I pulled out my penis, made the girl lean over, and forcefully shoved my penis, stained with the little girl's virgin blood, into her mouth. The girl's delicate teeth gently scraped against my penis. The urge subsided slightly, and I thrust into the little girl's vagina again. After several repetitions, the girl's lips were covered with bright red blood, and I kissed them. The sweet and pungent taste of blood, the salty taste of bodily fluids, and the taste of the girl's saliva lingered on my tongue and in my mouth. A warmth welled up in my heart as I looked at the girl. I pulled my penis out of her body, laid her on the sofa, and skillfully thrust inside her again. The familiar feeling, the alluring flesh, the bouncing breasts—I pounded into her with all my might, trying to strike the soft flesh deep within with each penetration. The girl's hands climbed onto my neck. I leaned down and tightly embraced her back, pulling her towards my chest. My waist moved like a wound-up spring, thrusting into her body repeatedly. Her familiar panting echoed in my ears. I don't know how long I thrust, but then her whole body trembled. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, the familiar clenching sensation at the vaginal opening tightening with each thrust. The girl's trembling was so pronounced against my chest; the tightness and contraction of her vagina made it feel as if my penis was being forcefully sucked into her mouth. The girl's trembling stopped, her hands hanging limply on my neck. I kissed her and slowly withdrew from her body. As my penis withdrew, I felt the gentle biting sensation at the entrance of her vagina. I entered the loli again, placing her on top of the girl, making her suckle the girl's breast. I gripped the loli's waist tightly and thrust vigorously. Soon, the loli's unique sensations brought me to my climax. I flipped the loli over, spread her legs, and plunged in hard, one hand around the loli's neck, the other gripping the girl's breast, pounding repeatedly and forcefully. My soul began to scream, my body began to scream. I roared, my penis pressing hard against the loli's soft flesh, waves of pleasure surging forth, as if even my soul had been expelled, my mind blank.
For the next few days, the daily noodles became noodles with fried rice and two eggs, boiled and fried.
The girl maintained her initiative from that day on, with little change, while the loli progressed rapidly. Finally, I could enjoy the service of two beauties. Every morning, the two beauties would prepare two sets of clothes and two glasses of water for me.
The little girl, in particular, seemed to have a strong craving for sweet things; she even added glucose to her water every morning, making it sweet. However, the three of them still couldn't communicate. For lunch and dinner, the girl continued with her apple bread, while the little girl, like me, ate noodles or egg-fried rice, eating much more than the girl—after all, she's still developing, I remarked. The little girl's changes further confirmed my suspicion: people recover much faster when they're at home or in familiar surroundings after waking up. Every morning, I persisted in running, and I felt my strength increasing. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought, "Go, six times a night, hahaha!"
After staying at Loli's house for a few days, I decided to go back to Girl's house. Last night, I saw Loli wiping her mother's face, which was a good sign. I always wipe my parents' faces when I'm at Girl's house, and she's copying me. It reminded me that I haven't gone home to wipe my parents' faces for several days. Girl has never wiped her parents' faces before, but maybe they're not home (they're probably standing downstairs, right? Or maybe they don't get along?). Besides, Loli's house isn't as fun as Girl's. At Girl's house, I can play PS3 every day; constantly messing around isn't a good thing.
Thinking of this, I asked Loli to pack the clothes and put them in the cart. During this process, Loli's student ID fell off, and I picked it up to look at it. "Wu Xiaoyu, 16, Class 211, Senior High School, Linyi No. 1 Middle School." Before I could finish reading, Loli was standing in front of me. I quickly... I shoved the student ID into her hand, muttering, "You dropped it yourself, I didn't peek." Suddenly, I remembered I didn't know the girl's name. I'd have to go home and ask her for her ID.
Finally home, I grabbed some food on the way. I say "grab some" because the little girl had so much stuff—the stroller was overflowing! I had to find a few bags to put the food in and hang them on the side of the stroller.
Before going home, I went to my own house. It was exactly the same as before: money scattered everywhere, a messy kitchen and dining room. My parents sat blankly on the sofa, their faces and bodies still spotless. I wrung out a towel and wiped their clean faces, then patted them on the shoulder. Their clothes weren't dirty. I stood there dumbfounded in front of them, the girl and the little girl—ah, now I know their names, they should be the girl and Xiaoyu—standing silently behind me. After going downstairs, I looked closely at the crowd that had been standing there for so long; everyone was clean. My doubts grew stronger. Thankfully, there was an elevator. Seeing a huge bag of Xiaoyu's gear inside, I was shocked. Back home, I first cleared out the dressing room by the entrance. With the girl's help, Xiaoyu put her clothes inside. Xiaoyu insisted on hanging her clothes tightly together, while the girl insisted on separating each item. The two of them... The exchange began, and so the locker room battle started. I rubbed my forehead and said, "You guys have fun." I went upstairs, remembering I needed to check the girl's ID, and entered the fairytale-like room, searching everywhere. I quickly found her wallet in one of her polo bags; sure enough, it was there. I looked closely: Cheng Ouman, born October 13, 1992. She's only 20 years old now. I checked the ID card; nothing special, but the expiration date was quite unusual. I glanced at it casually: June 10, 2018 to June 10, 2038.
2018. Those tiny words suddenly seemed enormous. I pulled out my ID card; the validity period was from January 7, 2005 to January 7, 2015. Most people's ID cards have an expiration date from the day they receive them, right? How come Ouman's validity period starts in 2018?
You know, ID cards are issued at age 16 and are valid for 10 years. After age 26, the validity period is 20 years. Looking at the two ID cards in my hands, even if Ouman just got her new ID card, it's still 2018. I was going crazy. This year is clearly 2012 in my memory, even my parents' memories are... The way she looked the night before, when I left my room to use the toilet, her attire and current appearance were exactly the same as my parents'. This ruled out the possibility that I had fallen into a deep sleep and remained in that state until after 2018 when the pause occurred. Had someone tampered with my memories? Who could it be? And then there was the crowd downstairs . The first time I saw Oman, when I touched her, she was breathing.
I rushed downstairs, carefully examining the crowd. Before, out of fear of the unknown, out of dread of countless empty eyes, I hadn't dared to look closely. But now, everyone was breathing slowly, and not a speck of dust had settled on them. A month had passed, and the crowd remained standing there, motionless. There was no food, no excretion, no heartbeat. I listened and felt the hearts of at least thirty people—nothing, nothing but breathing. I took out everyone's ID card and checked them one by one; most were from 2018 or later, one even from 2020. I ran home as fast as I could, grabbed my parents' ID cards—well, they had permanent ones. Sitting beside them, I took out my belt, pulled out a black-covered notebook, and started flipping through it.
On the first page, I wrote, "Everyone's stopped moving. What happened? Why?"
Below the question mark was a long blank. The second page read, "Why did the girl and the loli wake up? What about the others?" Below
that was a long list of my guesses. I started this notebook ten days ago. It's filled with countless questions. I wrote down my initial guesses below, and left long blanks for the rest. I turned to a new page and wrote down today's discoveries and questions. Why does Orman's ID card show an expiration date of 2018? I picked up the ID card with an expiration date of 2020 and wrote, "Today I looked at someone downstairs' ID card. The expiration date is 2020, which means eight years have passed since 2012 as I remember it." The woman is 28, and the little girl is 24. But why do they look like they're from 2012?
Turning to a page, I wrote, "I carefully looked at everyone downstairs. No heartbeat, but breathing, yet no dust on their bodies. A month has passed. Why?"
I kept pondering, writing my questions on page after page. Oman and Xiaoyu were already standing beside me. Suddenly, I realized I hadn't told them where I was going when I left, not even the day I woke Xiaoyu. I didn't even know where I was going, yet when I woke up, Oman was standing beside me. How did she find me? Was it tracking or a connection? I wrote as I went... Looking into their eyes, I saw no life. Suddenly, a growing fear gripped me.
For over ten days, I had truly come to regard them as family, not as tools for sexual gratification, but as family members whose health was compromised. When they were with me, I had relied on them in my heart. Every time Oman suddenly left to fetch something, my heart would pound with worry. But now, countless questions, lifeless eyes... I grew increasingly terrified, so terrified that I stormed out the door. Turning back, I saw them running towards me, feeling as if I were being chased by monsters. I shouted, "Don't come any closer! I want you to leave me alone! I don't want you to come any closer!" I ran as fast as I could, until they stopped. I came down and watched them disappear into the crowd. I ran, trying my best to run towards a less crowded area.
I was so tired. I don't know how long I ran, but I reached a lawn and lay down on the grass. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on me. It was warm, but my heart was ice-cold. I looked at the tall memorial tower of a certain uprising, slowly climbed up, and stood at its base, looking back at the city lights. What should I do? The sky was slowly darkening, and the evening breeze was chilly. I stood blankly by the tower, thinking of my home, my parents at home, Ouman's home, and the warm bed in Ouman's house. I thought of Ouman and Xiaoyu. A warm, moist body. It reminded me of those tired noodles and fried rice. Sigh, you're so easily swayed, wanting to go back after only a few hours. You really are a child who never grows up.
Suddenly, in the quiet city, the faint sound of a car echoed beneath the memorial tower. I stared at the dark road below. Two soft thuds followed. I watched as two faint headlights slid crookedly from one end of the darkness to the other. I was thrilled; it was like seeing a savior. "
Hey, I'm here! There's someone here!" I shouted, running down the long flight of stairs. I ran towards the direction the lights had passed, towards the hope in my heart, calling out loudly.

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