Infinite: Dawn Game

Whether it was a misperception or not, the moment the little girl finished speaking, Fatty felt the temperature around him drop several degrees. The strong temperature difference made Fatty subconsciously lick his fur and look at the little girl more warily.

Yu Shijiu seemed oblivious to everything. He smiled like a little girl, his eyes crinkling, and the dimples on his cheeks seemed to hold scattered moonlight.

"Because I was hungry."

The little girl's smile faltered: "...What?"

"hungry."

Yu Shijiu lowered her head and touched her stomach, saying confidently:

"I ate a long time ago, it's normal to be hungry, right?"

little girl:"……"

Her face, which was turning into a grotesque expression, froze in place, and the writhing objects seemed to be considering whether they should continue moving.

"No, Grandma cooks very late," the little girl frowned at Yu Shijiu, her voice cold.

"You're lying—"

Gollum—

Yu Shijiu lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly and touched her stomach, pulling her loose clothes back to reveal the shape of her abdomen:

"Um, I'm a little hungry."

The little girl's face, which had just been filled with a sinister aura, froze on the spot. She mechanically looked up and down, her gaze sweeping over Yu Shijiu's entire body before finally settling on his obviously concave abdomen.

I'm really hungry...

How can anyone eat so much?

The little girl couldn't believe it; the other person had only eaten a few hours ago—

"There's no food left."

The little girl looked up and said coldly:

"If Grandma goes to sleep, no one will cook. Guests should go to sleep quickly and get up early tomorrow morning to wait for Grandma to cook."

"is it?"

Yu Shijiu wasn't annoyed. He smiled and looked at the little girl's face, his gaze lingering on her eyes.

"That's really disappointing."

The little girl felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and involuntarily took a step back. The stiff touch of the door against her back snapped her back to reality.

"Then, then you should go to sleep, go to sleep."

For some reason, the human in front of her gave her a strange feeling. The other person should be the "fish" thrown on the chopping board, but for some reason, she felt that their roles were being reversed.

The positions of the fish and the butcher are mixed up.

"What's the rush?" Yu Shijiu slowly stood up, patted imaginary dust off his knees, and said with a smile:

"I'm bored and can't sleep right now, and your grandma's sleeping and you're bored too, so how about we chat?"

The little girl instinctively retorted with a cold face, "I can sleep. I was sleeping very well. You woke me up."

"For example, why aren't you home during the day? Did you misbehave and get kicked out by Grandma...?"

Yu Shijiu seemed completely oblivious to the little girl's words "can sleep," and continued talking to himself:

"...Do you often make Grandma angry?"

The little girl, belatedly realizing that her words were being ignored, was speechless.

For a moment, she almost couldn't resist transforming into a monster, but the other party hadn't clearly crossed the line and the sacrificial ritual hadn't started yet... The little girl tried her best to calm herself down, took a deep breath, and said:

“I am very obedient. I am not at home during the day only because I have to go to school.”

"Oh?" Hearing the little girl say she was going to school, Yu Shijiu immediately became interested. Remembering what Uncle Gong had told him on the bus, he said with great enthusiasm:

"Have you heard of a female teacher surnamed Gong? She must have been teaching here for several years, right?"

For a moment, the little girl's gaze turned cold. The fleshy stripes on her face, which had been still or even disappearing, began to twitch again, like veins moving.

"Teacher Gong?" the little girl asked. "How do you know Teacher Gong?"

“My uncle’s daughter,” Yu Shijiu said, touching the green tangerines in his pocket.

“He told me.”

In some respects, Yu Shijiu was not lying.

Uncle Gong, whom I only met once, could technically be considered an "uncle".

This time, the little girl's skin was still writhing, with flesh-colored stripes running across her face, making her otherwise cute and fair face look incredibly terrifying and disgusting.

"Teacher Gong," the little girl opened her mouth, some kind of unidentified liquid dripping from her closely spaced teeth, and she said with a grin:

Are you going to visit Teacher Gong?

Fatty, fearing that Yu Shijiu might actually agree, disregarded her anger and approached Yu Shijiu directly, sticking out her tongue to lick the back of Yu Shijiu's hand.

Don't agree, meow! Let's go to sleep first and talk about it during the day, meow!

"..." Yu Shijiu subconsciously reached out and stroked the chubby, fluffy cat's head, and actually considered it seriously for a moment before shaking his head.

"Forget it today."

The little girl's disappointment was very obvious. She slowly closed her mouth, and then she heard Yu Shijiu sigh from the other side.

"I'm too hungry to go play with Teacher Gong."

little girl:"……"

She looked away as if she hadn't heard Yu Shijiu's words, and licked around her lips with her tongue.

Pooh!

"Alright, alright," Yu Shijiu yawned, and casually picked up the red lantern that had been placed aside:

"I'm a little sleepy, and there's nothing to eat, so I'll just go to sleep..."

The little girl's gaze was drawn to the red lantern in Yu Shijiu's hand; she vaguely felt that the style of the lantern looked somewhat familiar.

"What's your name?"

Yu Shijiu suddenly said.

The little girl was still lost in thought about the red lantern he was holding and hadn't reacted yet, responding instinctively:

"Yang Wan".

The little girl's face changed instantly as soon as she finished speaking.

Yu Shijiu, however, seemed oblivious to everything, yawning as he said:

"Alright, from now on I'll call you Wanwan, little sister."

The little girl, Yang Wan, who let the cat out of the bag: "..."

"Oh, and one more thing," Yu Shijiu glanced intently at the still-wriggling flesh on Yang Wan's face, seemingly offering a sincere suggestion:

"It seems you might also get varicose veins on your face. If you have time, have your grandma take you to the hospital to have your face checked."

Yang Wan: "..."

It wasn't until the main house door was closed that Yang Wan belatedly remembered where the red lantern came from.

Why did she feel that the red lantern looked a bit like the one hanging at the entrance of an ancestral hall?

At the same time, Yang Wan seemed to realize something. Her neck began to twist and grow to an incredible length, eventually extending beyond the eaves to look in the direction of the ancestral hall.

The burning flames reflected in Yang Wan's gray eyes. Even though she was very far away, she seemed to sense the astonishing heat emanating from the ancestral hall. She quickly pulled her neck back, swayed in place for a while, and finally pushed open the door and went inside.

She merely glanced at the main house, whose door was now tightly shut, and went back without doing anything else.

The yard returned to silence again.