Chapter 6 — Becoming One with the Devil

The teenager pursed his lips and stuffed his eyeball back into Lam Niem's hand: "Give it to me, don't cry anymore." Lam Niem clenched her eyeballs, sobbed and glanced at him, then continued to cry. The teenager helplessly looked at the woman. She stepped forward, snatched the eyeball from Lam Niem's hand, threw it into the lane, then carried Lam Niem from the teenager's hand. "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore." She gently patted Lam Niem's back, "That stuff isn't delicious, can I make you some powdered milk to drink?" Lam Niem heard the word "mother" and immediately stopped, opening his wet eyes to look at her. The woman put the girl in the baby crib - I don't know when this crib appeared in the corner of the kitchen - and then went to make real milk. Lam Niem clung to the edge of the crib, craning his neck to follow her movements. The woman's actions seemed a bit awkward and clumsy. After mixing the milk, she tested the temperature, then stepped forward and stuffed the milk bottle into Lam Niem's mouth. Lam Niem immediately hugged the bottle of milk and gulped it down. The woman stood next to observe, the corner of her mouth slightly raised. The teenager also walked over, stood next to the crib, bowed his head and watched Lam Niem drink milk. Lam Niem drank milk while looking at him, her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons. "Her eyes are beautiful." The teenager suddenly spoke. The woman bent down and glanced: "Yes, black." "Not like us." "Not like us." The woman repeated, her voice betraying no emotion. A moment later, she said again: “But maybe… that would be better.” The teenager did not respond. After drinking the milk, Lam Niem burped in satisfaction and her eyelids began to stick together again. The woman put away the milk bottle and covered the little girl with a small blanket: "Go to sleep." Lam Niem held her finger tightly, refusing to let go. The woman looked down at that tiny hand, was silent for a few seconds, then gently removed it and patted the girl's cheek: "Go to sleep, mommy isn't going anywhere." Lam Niem then let go and closed his eyes. The kitchen fell silent. The teenager looked at the child sleeping soundly in the crib and suddenly asked: "Mom, later on he..." "Let's talk about the next thing later." The woman interrupted, "Now, it's still small." The teenager nodded and did not ask further. Outside the living room, the other seven people were still sitting silently. Everything that had just happened, they took in their eyes: the woman mixed the milk, the teenager gave the eyeball, the child drank the milk, and then fell asleep. Warm and creepy. "That child..." The carpenter opened his mouth with difficulty, "It seems like he's really... considered a member of the family?" "No way." The guy in the leather jacket slashed the nails and irons, "This is a horror game, there is no family, only prey and hunters." "But..." "No buts." The leather jacket guy stood up, "We have to find our own way, don't expect that kid to be of any help." He glanced toward the kitchen. In the crib, Lam Niem was sleeping extremely soundly, her small mouth was open, a bit of drool still lingering at the corner of her mouth. The leather jacket guy retracted his gaze. "It's just temporary." He said, "Remember, this is a Hell difficulty dungeon. Everyone will die, including him." At noon, the group of seven people found an opportunity. The woman went out, the man was gone, only the teenager was holding Lam Niem sitting in the living room. After all, the teenager is just a kid, if the seven of them act together, who knows..." We split up to look for clues. termites.” The leather jacket guy lowered his voice, "Take advantage of the time the two big monsters aren't home." "What about that little monster?" The short, chubby man glanced at the teenager. ” It was alone. There are seven of us, what are we afraid of?” The checkered guy frowned: "It's not human." " I know." The leather jacket guy laughed coldly, "But he's holding the baby, it's not convenient. Let's do it quickly. Once we find it, we'll run away." The seven people began to split into action. Someone rummaging through drawers, someone checking bookshelves, someone sneaking into the bedroom. The teenager sat on the sofa, his gray eyes glued to their every move, but did not stop them. Lam Niem was awake in his arms, reaching out to fiddle with the collar of his hoodie. A few minutes later, the girl with the ponytail walked out of the bedroom, her face pale. In her hand she held a photo frame. In the photo is a family of four: a man, a woman, a teenager, and a little girl about seven or eight years old, with two pigtails and goat horns, smiling very sweetly. "This is..." The checkered guy approached. ” They also have a daughter.” The girl trembled, "But I can't see her in this copy, where did she go?" No one can answer this question. The leather jacket guy came out from another room, holding a notebook: "I found this." It was a diary, on the cover were scribbled the three words "My home". Turning the first page, there is the immature handwriting of a child: "Today my mother braided my hair for me, I'm very happy." "Dad bought me a little cat, I named it Hoa Hoa." "My brother took me to catch butterflies. I fell and scraped my knee. My brother blew on me." Flip to the last page. The writing became messy, the pen strokes trembled, as if crying while writing: "Why can't they see me?" I'm right in front of them, why can't they see me? "Dad, Mom, I'm here." "Brother, look at me." " Why? Why?" The last page, with only one sentence, was torn all over the paper because the pen was pressed too hard: "I don't want to disappear." The seven people huddled their heads together, looking at the diary, cold sweat drenched their backs. "That little girl..." The ponytailed girl exclaimed in difficulty, "Is she also a player?" Or NPCs?” " Don't know." The checkered guy pushed his glasses, "But one thing is certain, that girl will not survive." "Then this newborn baby..." The short, chubby man glanced at Lam Niem on the sofa, his throat choking, "Will it also have the same outcome?" The leather jacket guy pondered for a few seconds, then said: "Not sure." The others all looked at him. “If we carry it with us,” the Leather Coat Man whispered, “maybe we can use it to our advantage.” " Take advantage? How to take advantage? ” That little monster, that kid, seems to really like this kid. If we kidnap him as a hostage..." The cartel guy took a breath of cold air: "Are you crazy? Kidnapping it? That whole family of monsters will come after us!” "So what?" The leather jacket guy chuckled, "Either way, I'm going to die. Instead of waiting to die, I'd rather take a risk." Having it in hand will at least make those monsters hesitate to throw the mouse for fear of breaking the vase."