Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

If you can't remember something in your dream, you won't be able to hear it no matter how others try to tell you.

Before the three of them could discuss further, the scene changed again.

They came to the outside of a residential community. The community was very old, and there were densely packed iron windows with ropes tied on them and a lot of clothes hanging on them. There was also a bustling vegetable market not far away on the street. The noise was loud, but if you listened carefully, you couldn't hear what was happening there. The little boy who had left before was walking along the road into the community.

Feng Lan took a quick look and saw that the neighborhood was in a mess.

An old man dozing off was sitting in the security booth at the door. Entering the first building not far away, lights and curling smoke were visible from the facade of the first floor, and the clattering sound of mahjong could be heard from inside. In a pavilion not far away, several elderly people were sitting in the cool air. Their cloudy eyes seemed unclear, but they were staring carefully at every passerby.

Nian Nian walked quickly past the mahjong hall, as if there was a monster inside. He then walked past the pavilion with his head lowered and his back hunched. Several old men who were talking inside stopped and waited for him to pass by before continuing to mutter, which he could just hear.

"This is really pitiful... The father is an alcoholic, the mother is a gambler, and the child is already so old, but the two adults are still immature. It's difficult to deal with."

"Hey, he can't even call out to people even at this age. He keeps his head down and looks gloomy all day long. His grades aren't as good as our Yaozu's. He looks just like his pretty mom. I think he'll be a rotten person when he grows up."

"It's all the fault of adults..."

Some people sympathize, some are sarcastic, and some feel helpless...

Feng Lan and the other two followed behind. She frowned as she listened to these words and glanced at those people. They had hunched postures and bloated bodies, but their faces were as blurry as those regrets. Only a sarcastic mouth kept opening and closing, and the face was staring at the little boy.

Nian Nian had a wooden face and walked quickly from the already narrow sidewalk occupied by motorcycles into the stairwell.

The stairs also have a sense of age. The yellowed and peeling walls are covered with small advertisements everywhere, for locksmiths, sewer unclogging, cleaning services, and special services. There are advertisements on the walls, stairs, and ceiling.

He walked up to Room 303 on the third floor in silence. The door was half open, and a smell of alcohol came from inside, along with the sound of a man mumbling in a daze.

Dad is at home today.

Nian Nian stood two steps away from the door. He touched his hungry stomach and listened carefully to the movements inside. After confirming that the person inside was asleep and the mumbling was just unconscious dream talk, he pushed the door open as quietly as possible and went in. The poor quality iron door made a creaking sound that frightened him.

His beautiful big eyes stared at the drunken sleeping man on the sofa in the living room without blinking. Several small wine bottles were piled on the low glass coffee table. The wine didn't taste good, but it was cheap. Apart from that, Nian Nian was disappointed to see only a few extinguished cigarette butts and empty salted peanuts.

The man didn't bring back any food.

There was no leftover food in the refrigerator, and the kitchen was empty except for hungry, skinny rats and cockroaches.

Nian Nian tiptoed carefully through the garbage on the floor back to the storage room, which was also his small room. He carefully closed the door and leaned under the bed to take a look.

"Meow~"

A skinny black cat meowed softly, and when it saw it was Nian Nian, it happily came out from under the bed, circled around his legs, and hooked its tail around his hand.

"Be good, Mimi."

Nian Nian said the first words of the day. The black cat looked up while purring softly. Its eyes were beautiful, a bright gold. It was a pity that the other eye was an ugly slit of flesh, which was blinded by some naughty kids in the community. Nian Nian looked at it and remembered the strange illusion he saw on the playground. That person had a pair of golden eyes that were more beautiful than Mimi's.

He took out half a steamed bun from his schoolbag, carefully broke it open and fed it to Mimi.

He picked this up in the school cafeteria at noon. Some people took it and couldn't finish it, so they just threw away half of it. It wasn't dirty and was just enough for Mimi to eat.

As for what those people said, Nian Nian's eyelashes trembled and he felt a little depressed. But when he touched the warm and not-so-soft hair of Mimi, he felt okay.

"Tsk—didn't I tell you to throw this little bastard away? Why is he still keeping it at home? No wonder the house always smells fishy!"

A tall figure appeared behind Nian Nian. Nian Nian didn't dare to turn around, but he also didn't dare not to turn around. His body trembled as he stood up and shielded the kitten with its fur standing up behind him. He lowered his head and said, "I didn't... I didn't raise it. I just... fed it when it came in."

Nian Nian's hand behind his back pushed the kitten. The kitten looked thin, but very smart. It jumped onto Nian Nian's bed in a few seconds, jumped onto the windowsill, and squeezed out through the open window.

The man had been drinking, and his body was slow to react. He squinted his eyes and was about to hit the cat, but was blocked by Nian Nian. He was a step too slow and slapped him away impatiently, "Don't block the way."

He took three or two steps to the window, but didn't even pull the cat's tail. Feeling upset, he turned around and saw that the experienced Nian Nian had already gotten up from the ground. He didn't care about the scratches on his hands and knees, and trotted to the living room. He was only a few steps away from running out.

"If you dare to run away today, don't come back at night!"

The man roared, and Nian Nian didn't hesitate. He pushed the door open and rushed out like the wind, ran down two flights of stairs, and hid in the stairwell on the second floor to listen to the noises in the house.

"Clang."

Hearing the sound of a door closing, Nian Nian breathed a sigh of relief. The man just closed the door and didn't chase after her. He must have been drunk today and had no strength.

He still had a small piece of leftover steamed bun in his hand, which was for Mimi.

"That's terrible! This kind of person is really rotten, even worse than the devil in hell." Lin Shenqu was angry. His fist went through the man's face several times, but it was useless.

This is a dream, and also a projection of the past.

Hearing the strange hallucination again, Nian Nian raised his head and looked at the eerie corridor. It was the hallucination of the playground again, and there were two tall and strange pale people following him.

(The dream world is chaotic. In reality, Lin Shenqu has the lowest presence, but in dreams, it’s just the opposite.)