Chapter 13 Sweet Home 11

Today is the third day of the dungeon, and in four days Grandma will be back, which is the seventh day of the dungeon.

Su Qingyu secretly made up her mind to clear the dungeon before the seventh day came.

The clock in the living room was covered with cobwebs, the sofa was peeling, exposing the sponge inside, and the coffee table was piled with empty wine bottles.

Su Qingyu picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"Our station reports that recently, the community project undertaken by Qiming Real Estate Co., Ltd. has broken its capital chain, and many workers have asked for wages to no avail..."

Press the button with your thumb to change the channel.

"The Morning Star Middle School Photography Competition has officially started. The first prize work is "Girl in a Skirt Swinging on a Swing". Please contact the publicity department within seven days to receive the award certificate..."

Su Qingyu noticed that the girl in the award-winning work was the daughter.

It seems that the daughter has been in a predicament of being secretly photographed and harassed for a long time.

Combined with that nightmare, Su Qingyu could guess what happened to her daughter before.

In the afternoon, online class.

A caster was missing from the chair in the study, and there were more knife-carved characters on the originally clean and tidy computer chair.

Su Qingyu touched the hateful words with her index finger.

"In the name of protection, do harm."

"It's not my fault, why am I the one who left school?"

"Why do Mom and Dad blame me?"

"I don't want to be the one being pointed at by a knife, I want to be the one holding the knife."

...

There is also a "death" character the size of half a palm carved with a knife.

The red pen colored the grooves of the word "death", and a small piece of nail hung on the raised burrs on the edge, which was shocking.

The online class teacher doesn't teach much today.

The teacher's hands were on the desk, and the online class studio was silent.

Even so, Su Qingyu insisted on leaving on time.

Just before the end, the teacher muttered quickly in a very low voice: "Students, remember to have evening self-study from noon tonight to one o'clock in the morning."

Su Qingyu curled her lips and left the study.

In the weird talk dungeon, every word these weirdos say may hide clues.

Tonight's evening self-study may hide clues to clear the level.

I want to have evening self-study, but I can't go to the study.

This shows that there is still a plot to trigger.

Su Qingyu ran to the living room, at this time Mom and Dad were both in the kitchen.

Dad dragged a huge black garbage bag out of the kitchen, struggling a little, the contents of the garbage bag were heavy.

Seeing Su Qingyu, Dad frowned: "I'm idle all day, go and help your mother clean up!"

"Okay." Su Qingyu picked up the rag and pretended to wipe the dining table, "Mom and Dad, I want to have evening self-study tonight."

"Got it, Dad... click, click, click... won't disturb your studies tonight."

Dad went out dragging the garbage bag.

Mom wiped her hands with a rag and took out a tablet computer from the drawer of the gray bedroom.

"Don't go to the study tonight, go back to your room and have evening self-study with the tablet."

Su Qingyu took the tablet.

At dinner, Dad complained about work, and Mom complained about housework.

The hygiene of the dining table is becoming more and more serious. The more Dad and Mom eat, the more cloudy their eyes become.

Not only did the furniture in this house begin to age, but even the attitudes of Mom and Dad became increasingly manic.

Mom's condition would ease after coming into contact with Su Qingyu.

And Dad didn't like her daughter very much.

After Grandma went to the hospital, my younger brother often sat on the balcony and bounced the ball.

There were often loud noises on the balcony, like heavy objects falling from a height.

At night, Su Qingyu returned to her room, she first taped the precarious door lock, then got into bed and turned on the tablet.

This tablet has software that Su Qingyu has never seen before.

There is still an hour and a half left before midnight.

Su Qingyu clicked on the "Ghost Treasure" software, and the things inside were dazzling.

The food section, living area.

Su Qingyu saw familiar food.

[Healthy food x1, price 100 ghost coins.

Introduction: Delicious soybean paste rice bowl, convenient and fast, microwave oven can be heated. ]

Scroll down further.

[Tuna Sushi x1, price 5000 ghost coins.

Introduction: Made with tuna, rice, and seaweed, it is an indispensable companion for home travel. ]

Why is it so expensive? Is this sushi made of gold?

Su Qingyu tried to order two servings of tuna sushi, and the payment page popped up on the screen.

Fill in the bank card number, Su Qingyu was in trouble with the password.

She didn't set a password either.

After thinking for a moment, Su Qingyu entered her date of birth.

Ding——

Payment successful.

On the payment interface, Su Qingyu found a set of rules for using Tiandi Bank cards.

[Free password payment is available for less than 10,000 yuan, and a payment password is required for more than 10,000 yuan. The payment password is the user's date of birth. ]

Two boxes of sushi appeared in front of Su Qingyu in a puff of white smoke.

These few days, Su Qingyu has been in a semi-starved state.

Healthy food, which is soybean paste mixed with rice, is too small for her to eat.

Opening the plastic box of tuna sushi, the aroma of hot rice hits your face.

Su Qingyu's index finger opened wide, and the feeling of fullness of this sushi was significantly higher than that of healthy food.

When Su Qingyu was eating, Shuangxi turned her head 180 degrees to face the wall.

Only her long black hair was facing her.

Su Qingyu was amused by Shuangxi's reaction: "Would you like to try it?"

Shuangxi's head shook like a rattle.

After Su Qingyu finished eating one serving, she hid the other serving of sushi in the drawer.

As weird, Mom and Dad must also hate this tuna sushi.

The food of the weird and the living are not the same, they look at each other's food, and they all feel sick.

At night, it shook the bedroom door, like the sound of wind, or the sound of a knife scraping sandpaper.

Fortunately, Su Qingyu used a bench to hold it up, reducing the degree of damage to the door.

Click on the online class software, and the facial recognition shows the daughter's face.

At midnight, the online class teacher appeared.

"Students, the weekly test is scheduled for 4:30 pm to 5:30 pm the day after tomorrow.

Students who fail to score above 90 will need to participate in a one-year remedial class organized by the school.

Now, let me review the key points of the exam with you.

Cheer up, the teacher will only take you through it once."

The online class teacher speaks very fast, Su Qingyu has been listening carefully for the past few days, so she can keep up with the rhythm.

Make-up lessons are over.

Su Qingyu's head was buzzing, so she went to bed to rest.

Day 4 of the dungeon.

Su Qingyu got up and ate a portion of yesterday's sushi to regain some strength.

The door of the living room was open, and Su Qingyu quickly ran to close the door.

"Mom, the door of the house is not closed."

Mom came out holding a kitchen knife: "Dad forgot to close the door at night."

"Where did Dad go?"

"Dad went to the hospital."

Su Qingyu understood that Dad went to the hospital to visit Grandma.

After the online class in the morning, Su Qingyu saw Dad sitting on the sofa drinking.

The huge mouth is stuffed with three bottle mouths, face up, alcohol "gurgling"

Dad's left arm was empty.

The sleeves danced in the wind.