Volume 4: Days of Making Mischief at School
Mother’s Love
Mother’s love is truly great!
Of course, hearing the sound was just her imagination – the third floor window wasn’t open, and her ears couldn’t have caught such a faint sound.
But that didn’t prevent Shen Maomao from feeling a chill run down her spine.
It seemed that not only had this scene occurred in her home, but the NPCs were also experiencing various abnormalities.
She didn’t dare linger there and prepared to climb down along the water pipe, but in the next second, she saw the shadow of a woman holding a knife moving toward the window – heading directly toward the window where Shen Maomao was positioned!
Shen Maomao was terrified, wishing she could transform into a flying insect and flutter away.
Going down was clearly unrealistic now – from the third floor’s height, before she could reach the second floor, the woman would likely open the window for a face-to-face encounter.
She could only grit her teeth and climb upward rapidly, while being careful to gather up the bedsheet that hung down to her calves.
Just as she climbed between the fourth and fifth floors, the third-floor window was suddenly yanked open.
The smell of blood rushed out, filling Shen Maomao’s nostrils. She didn’t dare move, could only carefully press her face against the cold wall, praying she wouldn’t be discovered.
The blood-covered woman looked left and right, unable to spot the little “bug” peeping from outside. She angrily slashed her knife against the glass, making a piercing sound, then slammed the window shut with a “bang,” shattering the window glass into several pieces that fell to the ground below.
Another loud noise followed as someone on the second floor opened their window. A man’s head poked out, shouting upward: “It’s the middle of the night! Are you going to sleep or not?!”
As he finished speaking, the man spotted Shen Maomao hanging at the fourth floor. His eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at her, about to speak.
Shen Maomao frantically tried to signal him with her eyes, wanting him to go back and not expose her, but whether due to the darkness or something else, the man completely missed her signals and shouted: “Whose mischievous child is this?! This is so dangerous! Did you break their window?!”
It seemed he not only missed her signals but also mistakenly thought she had caused the earlier loud noise.
Shen Maomao sighed, using both hands and feet to climb up the rope. Just as she reached the fifth floor, the previously closed third-floor window opened again, and a pair of blood-covered hands reached out. The woman forcefully threw her knife downward, its tip piercing directly through the man’s throat.
“Huh—” he made his final earthly sound from his throat, both hands clutching his neck as he fell, crashing heavily into the soil below.
Another loud noise followed, and lights came on throughout almost the entire building.
The third-floor woman raised her head, her blood-covered face coming into Shen Maomao’s view, carrying a bone-deep malice.
Shen Maomao’s heart pounded wildly, thinking she would dispatch her with one strike just like the man below. She frantically climbed back, but after a while felt no attack coming.
Looking down again, she could only see the third-floor window swaying in the cold wind, its broken glass bearing a misshapen bloody handprint, dripping down like bloody rain.
The silent night was thoroughly broken, lights came on in every household, and footsteps echoed through the corridors as everyone wanted to see what had happened.
Shen Maomao looked up, saw the faint light from her family’s kitchen, and her heart skipped a beat. Disregarding the dangerous woman below, she continued climbing upward.
Having finally returned the same way she came, she immediately went to untie the bedsheet and curtains. But the knots had been tied too tightly earlier to prevent falling, and she couldn’t undo them despite trying for quite a while.
“Knock knock knock.”
Mother Shen was already knocking outside: “Maomao? Something seems to have happened outside, are you alright?”
While cutting through the rope knots with a small knife, Shen Maomao replied: “I’m fine, Mama. I want to sleep a bit more, don’t worry about me.”
Mother Shen responded from outside: “Alright then, I’ll go downstairs to see what’s happening. Stay in your room, don’t come out, and don’t open the windows, okay?”
“Okay.” At the same time, she finally cut through the rope knots. Shen Maomao bundled together the shredded curtains, bedsheet, and knife, stuffing them into the wardrobe. She quickly took off her coat, opened the bedroom door, and called out to Mother Shen, who had already put on her shoes, “Mama, wait!”
Mother Shen showed a puzzled expression: “Hmm?”
Shen Maomao tried to prevent her from doing something dangerous: “Mama, I want to sleep with you. Can we not go out?”
However, Mother Shen was determined to go downstairs, ignoring even her daughter’s plea: “Then Maomao, you go wait in Mama’s room first. I’ll come back after asking downstairs and hold you while we sleep, okay?”
Shen Maomao sighed, ran past Father Shen without a sideways glance, and hugged Mother Shen’s legs: “Then I want to go look too, Mama!”
Mother Shen smiled helplessly: “Why do you want to see everything?”
Shen Maomao said seriously: “Because I’m worried about Mama running around alone.”
Mother Shen paused for a moment, feeling touched. Just as she was about to say something more, they suddenly heard gentle knocking from outside—
“Knock knock knock.”
The person outside only knocked three times, then the sound abruptly stopped.
Shen Maomao glanced at the living room clock and realized it was exactly midnight!
Her heart felt like it had been fitted with a small motor, pounding non-stop, the sound so loud her ears could barely hear anything else but her own heartbeat.
Mother Shen asked: “Who is it?” As she spoke, she looked through the peephole.
Shen Maomao watched her with wide eyes.
“It’s Liu Ayi [āyí, respectful term for middle-aged woman] from the third floor. Why has she come up?”
Shen Maomao caught the key word—third floor.
She suddenly grabbed Mother Shen’s hand, stopping her from opening the door: “Mama, don’t open it!”
Mother Shen asked in confusion: “What’s wrong, Maomao?”
“Liu Ayi, she…” Shen Maomao’s thoughts were tangled like a mess of threads. She didn’t know why the woman from the third floor had come up—could she have been drawn here because of her?
Unsure about the situation with Mother Shen’s special abilities, she could only try her best to prevent her from facing danger: “I just saw from the window, Liu Ayi pushed an uncle down from upstairs. She saw me from below, and now she definitely wants to throw me down too.”
When this small child emotionlessly spoke such horrifying words, Mother Shen didn’t doubt she was lying, but instead immediately chose to believe her: “Don’t be afraid, Maomao. Mama will call the police now.”
“Knock knock knock.”
The knocking sounded again, the person outside very patient, knocking exactly three times, no more, no less.
Mother Shen took out her phone, pressed three numbers, and dialed directly.
Shen Maomao thought to herself: In movies, during such terrifying moments, the protagonist can never get through on the phone, as if ghosts and monsters all carry signal jammers with them.
But to her surprise, Mother Shen’s call was answered after just two rings.
The old-style phone had serious sound leakage, so Shen Maomao didn’t need to get too close to hear the voice coming through clearly.
“Hello…” a woman said.
Mother Shen couldn’t wait for her to finish speaking and rapidly said: “This is Building 16 of XX Community. There’s a woman downstairs who has killed someone, and now she’s blocking my door!!”
“Hehehe…” The woman’s laughter penetrated through the poorly soundproofed door, and less than half a second later, the same laugh echoed through the phone…
“Screech screech—” The sound of a knife scraping against the metal door rang out simultaneously, the sound resonating both outside and inside the door. Mother Shen let out a short scream and flung the phone away.
The poor phone hit the metal door with a dull thud, its body falling apart, the screen covered in snowflake-like cracks.
But the laughter and knife sounds didn’t stop. The phone even activated its speaker on its own, amplifying the piercing noise to deafening levels.
Shen Maomao covered her ears and shouted: “Mama, my head hurts!”
Mother Shen picked up the broken phone, not bothering to change her shoes, and rushed straight to the window, throwing the phone down from the eighth floor.
That demonic sound finally diminished, leaving only the noise source outside the door persistently creating disturbance.
Mother Shen locked the door securely from inside, then carried Shen Maomao back to the master bedroom, closing its door behind them.
After finishing everything, she placed Shen Maomao on the bed and patted her little head: “Don’t be scared, Maomao. We’ll be fine.”
Through two walls, that grinding sound still penetrated through, disturbing their peace of mind.
Shen Maomao, with her big dark eyes wide open, said to Mother Shen: “Mama, let me sing you a song!”
Mother Shen was actually very scared, trembling slightly, but she didn’t want to show fear in front of Shen Maomao, so she showed a gentle smile: “Alright, what song will Maomao sing for Mama?”
“I want to sing ‘Little Jumping Frog’ for Mama.” Shen Maomao’s gaze fixed on Mother Shen’s trembling left hand, not understanding what she was afraid of.
Shouldn’t she be the one who’s afraid?
Outside was someone who wanted to kill her, in the living room was someone she had blinded, and on the bed was the one who had killed the person in the living room…
No matter how you looked at it, she was the most harmless one.
However, Mother Shen seemed to have forgotten how violent she herself had been yesterday. She acted like an ordinary human mother, both guarding against the woman outside while comforting her young daughter: “Then sing, Maomao. Mama is listening.”
Shen Maomao took off her shoes and stood on the bed, took a moment to prepare, then cleared her throat with two coughs.
Then she began: “Happy little jumping frog! Ribbit ribbit ribbit leap frog! Happy little jumping frog…”
The noise outside suddenly stopped, but Shen Maomao kept singing, completely absorbed in her performance.
Mother Shen’s smile became somewhat stiff, but maternal love wouldn’t allow her to say anything negative to her child, so she could only maintain her frozen expression and continue listening.
When Shen Maomao finished the chorus, she finally gave a stiff applause: “Maomao, your singing is so beautiful!”
Shen Maomao shed tears of emotion: “Really, Mama?”
Mother Shen nodded with difficulty: “Really.”
Mother’s love is truly great!
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