Infinite: Dawn Game

Xu Han was stunned for a few seconds: "What?"

Meanwhile, on the screen, Yu Shijiu, having sent his "mother" away, stood up with a bowl in his hand. He first walked to the wall opposite the sofa and looked at the photos several times before turning around and walking into the bathroom.

Sister An looked at the screen and said calmly:

"This trial game instance is very simple. You just need to cater to the 'mother's' needs, play the role of a good child, and survive for three days to pass the level. However, the prerequisite is that the player must observe the surrounding environment carefully, such as what age group the 'mother's' favorite child is."

Her expression was somewhat complicated as she said this:

"I didn't pay attention to that at the time, and I was eaten by 'Mother' the day before I was supposed to clear customs."

They wasted a chance to live.

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Yu Shijiu wasn't actually afraid; he just didn't want to eat the dish in front of him that didn't look like anything good.

—Just like when he was in the mental hospital, when he refused to take medications that would obviously affect his brain, the doctors and nurses would force him to be injected with drugs that had stronger side effects.

He doesn't like being forced, not even a little bit.

After "Mother" left, Yu Shijiu took a bowl and walked to the photo wall, looking at it for a long time. Finally, after confirming that his idea was correct, he turned and walked to the bathroom on the side.

If everything he's experiencing now isn't just a figment of his imagination, and this so-called "Dawn Game" truly exists, then everything around him will be clues within the game.

In the clearly elaborately designed photo wall, the central photo features a boy who looks about ten years old, and he appears handsome and well-behaved, his eyes filled with love as he looks at his "mother".

It's obvious that "mothers" like "children" in this age group the most.

So, it doesn't matter if it's a bit naive, as long as it proves his conjecture is correct.

Inside the bathroom, Yu Shijiu poured the meat and vegetables mixed together like pig feed into the toilet and pressed the flush button.

"Wow—"

The rushing water in the toilet carried the soaked meat and vegetables down the drain.

Yu Shijiu didn't linger. To prevent his "mother" from not seeing him when she came out of the kitchen, he quickly walked back to the dining table and sat down.

To fit the image of a ten-year-old boy, he reached for the food on the table, and after his hands were covered in oil, he even smeared some on the corners of his mouth.

In this way, a ten-year-old boy who had dropped his chopsticks and was too hungry to pick them up appeared instantly.

Yu Shijiu was very satisfied with this.

When the "mother" came out, she saw the "children" sitting at the dining table, enjoying their meal.

When the other person looked up and saw him, the piece of meat he had just picked up trembled and rolled off his hand onto the ground.

"Mother" wasn't angry. She carried the freshly fried eggs to Yu Shijiu's side, bent down, sighed, and said:

"Don't touch the vegetables with your hands, they're not clean."

Even so, she still took out a tissue from the side and wiped Yu Shijiu's hands clean little by little, then handed her a clean pair of chopsticks.

“Eat up,” said the mother. “These are eggs that I just fried.”

Perhaps because she saw that the meat and vegetables in the other person's bowl had disappeared, she did not force Yu Shijiu to eat the meat and vegetables this time.

Yu Shijiu nodded with a smile, took the chopsticks, picked up an egg from the bowl, and began to eat.

"Mother's" cooking skills are indeed quite good. If it weren't for the strange colors of those meat dishes, Yu Shijiu felt that she would still be willing to try them.

After all, he hadn't eaten a proper meal in a long time.

After lunch, it's time for morning reading.

After arranging the reading time, "Mother" yawned and said to Yu Shijiu with a smile:

"Mom will go prepare our lunch first, and then she'll come and check your homework."

Yu Shijiu nodded obediently.

Only then did the "mother" leave, satisfied.

As the door clicked shut, Yu Shijiu's obedient expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a nonchalant irritation.

As for what exactly was bothering him, Yu Shijiu himself didn't really know.

To distract herself, Yu Shijiu began searching for clues throughout the room, while also keeping an eye on the surveillance cameras lurking in the corners.

"Mother" is preparing ingredients at this time and won't come to see me.

Yu Shijiu stopped rummaging through the wardrobe.

The wooden board behind the wardrobe is hollow.

Yu Shijiu raised an eyebrow, fumbled to pry off the obviously hollow cabinet panel, and reached inside.

It was an empty, dark room. Yu Shijiu didn't care if a ghost would pop out of the hole. If it really was a ghost, that would be great; maybe she could find out more clues.

But reality disappointed Yu Shijiu.

There were no ghosts, only a worn-out three-tiered pencil case.

The paint on the surface of the pencil case had almost completely peeled off, and the iron interior was exposed to the light, looking faintly cold.

Yu Shijiu looked at the pencil case, which clearly belonged to a child, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and opened it.

The pencil case was a bit rusty, and it was a little rough to break open. There was also a strange smell of rust in the air, which was a bit fishy. Even Yu Shijiu's hands got some rust on them.

After breaking it open, what was inside made Yu Shijiu pause for a moment in surprise.

The first layer of the pencil case contained many neatly arranged photos. In the photos, a boy timidly looked at the camera, sitting in a man's lap, holding his "mother's" hand with his left hand and making a "yes" gesture with his right.

The difference is that the "mother" in the photo looks much more ordinary and is completely unlike the "mother" of today.

As Yu Shijiu thought of his "mother's" face, the corners of his eyes, hidden in the shadows, twitched uncontrollably.

That face was his own mother's face...

But he still flipped all the photos over, determined to unravel the mystery completely.

"I love my mom and dad."

In the first photo, the boy's childish handwriting is a bit crooked, but it's easy to see how serious he was when he was writing.

"Dad and Mom said that our family will come back to take a family photo again next year on this day."

"Hehe, we're filming again this year, I'm so happy!"

"Sigh, it's raining this year so we can't shoot outdoors, but Mom says indoor shots can look really good too... so let's shoot indoors then!"

"Dad was too busy with work to take pictures with us this year, but it's okay, he brought me a big car when he came back! It's so cool!"

"..."

After Yu Shijiu's gaze shifted to several other photos, the muscles around his eyes twitched even more violently.

"Mom said that Dad doesn't want us anymore."

The boy's handwriting was no longer crooked at this point, but it was still a little light and shaky.

“My dad has another child outside. My mom said he’s a beast and told me not to be like him. I wanted to say I’m not, but my mom was crying, and I got scared.”

"...Mom has changed."

“My mother said I must study hard and surpass my father’s other child. Only in that way can I live up to her hard work in raising me.”

The last photo shows only the boy, who, at sixteen or seventeen, looks thin and stiff, his gaze fixed blankly and lifelessly at the camera.

"Mom, I'm sorry."