The sixth time.
Fang Xiu had completely understood that escape was useless, and fear was also useless. If he wanted to survive, he had to face his wife directly and truly ignore her, otherwise he would never be able to leave the house.
"Husband, it's time for breakfast."
Fang Xiu turned a deaf ear, got up blankly, got out of bed, and walked towards the bedroom door.
His wife was blocking the bedroom door.
Fang Xiu was unmoved, as if he hadn't seen her, and walked straight towards his wife, about to "bump" into her.
The imagined collision did not occur. Fang Xiu seemed to pass through a mass of air without any obstruction.
He had already guessed that his wife could not make physical contact unless she was certain he could see her.
His wife seeping into the bed just now was good proof of this.
Soon, he successfully walked out of the bedroom.
But his wife didn't seem to intend to let him go at all, flitting in front of Fang Xiu like a playful butterfly.
Then Fang Xiu died.
Died from poor acting skills, died from the inability to overcome his instinctive reactions.
It's difficult for a person not to blink when someone punches them, even if the punch stops only a centimeter away from their nose. The instinctive reaction is still to blink.
His wife was like this. The more you ignored her, the more she would move closer to your eyes, even floating in front of you like a ghost, close enough that your noses were touching, and she could kiss you with a pout.
At this point, even a professional actor would probably be startled.
The seventh time.
Fang Xiu walked out of the bedroom expressionlessly. He didn't rush out the door immediately, fearing that his unusual behavior would arouse suspicion. Instead, he planned to go to the bathroom first.
His wife seemed very "shy" and didn't follow him into the bathroom.
Just as Fang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and began to relieve himself, a beautiful head slowly emerged from the toilet bowl.
Fang Xiu died again.
The eighth, ninth, and tenth times.
Fang Xiu had died to the point of despair, numbness, and collapse.
He couldn't do it, he really couldn't.
No matter what, he simply couldn't overcome his instinctive reactions. His wife would suddenly appear in all sorts of ways, causing his gaze to involuntarily fluctuate.
Once, she even drilled out from Fang Xiu's chest.
Directly running away was also impossible; abnormal behavior would directly stimulate his wife to transform.
Multiple deaths had completely shattered Fang Xiu's tightly stretched nerves.
He resisted, he ran away, he gave up on himself... useless, it was all useless.
It was as if it was his destiny, destined to die at the hands of his wife.
The eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth times...
"Husband, it's time for breakfast."
"Hehe, my wife is so good."
Fang Xiu had gone mad.
His mental state had completely become abnormal, changing from the original rationality and clarity to madness and chaos.
However, his wife was not a judge and would not let him go just because he had become mentally ill.
The cycle of death continued.
When a person is stimulated by a stimulus to the point of madness, and then, after they go mad, they are still stimulated in the same way, what happens?
No one knows...
The eighteenth time.
Fang Xiu lay calmly on the bed. If it weren't for the almost imperceptible breathing and the instinctive beating of his heart, he would have looked just like a corpse.
If someone could see his eyes at this moment, they would be horrified to find that they were not the eyes of a living person at all.
His eyes were full of deathly stillness, like a pool of stagnant water, in which no human emotion could be seen.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Fang Xiu's windows were sealed with cement.
But if someone could see through that thick cement, through those calm, deathly still eyes, they would discover...
Beneath the calm was hidden unimaginable, suppressed to the extreme madness!
And a hatred sufficient to ignite the blood in his entire body!
That raging fire of hatred was burning fiercely, a hatred for his wife, a towering hatred for being killed eighteen times!
Some people are alive, but in reality, they are already dead.
Some people are mad, but in reality, they are incomparably clear-headed.
This was Fang Xiu's state at this moment.
Multiple deaths had driven him to madness, but in the end, the towering hatred had forcibly pulled his rationality back from the brink of insanity. It could be said that his hatred for his wife had reshaped his sanity.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu calmly sat up from the bed, unconsciously murmuring, "Die, die, die, you deserve to die. As long as I live, you will definitely die."
His voice was low and calm, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.
Speaking the most terrifying words in the calmest voice.
"Husband, it's time for breakfast."
His wife's gentle voice rang out at the appropriate time.
Fang Xiu acted as if he hadn't heard, got up, put on his shoes, got out of bed, walked straight through his wife's body, and then started to go to the toilet, wash up, and change his clothes.
During this period, his wife interfered as always, but from beginning to end, Fang Xiu's eyes never changed in the slightest, as if he really couldn't see her.
After getting dressed, Fang Xiu even sat at the table and calmly ate a breakfast.
Of course, he made the breakfast himself, frying an egg, plus a ham sausage,夹ing it with whole wheat bread slices, and pairing it with a glass of pure milk—simple and nutritious.
It was obvious that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive.
His wife was like this. She said it was time for breakfast, but in reality, she hadn't made any.
After eating breakfast, Fang Xiu walked straight towards the door.
He wanted to leave this place and explore the clues about his wife outside, to find the anomalies of this world. Only in this way would he have a chance for revenge.
Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, his wife's beautiful face was embedded in the door, with a gentle smile on her face.
"Husband, please don't go out, okay? Can you stay home and keep me company?"
Click!
The doorknob was twisted off, and Fang Xiu calmly walked out of the door.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut.
His wife didn't follow him out.
After experiencing eighteen deaths, Fang Xiu finally successfully walked out of the door, but there was no joy of surviving a catastrophe in his heart.
His mind was now full of only one thing: revenge!
Besides revenge, it was still revenge!
"No one can kill me eighteen times and get away with it! No one!"
Tap tap tap...
Fang Xiu's light and steady footsteps echoed in the corridor.
He lived on the fifth floor, and it was an old residential area without an elevator, so he could only walk downstairs.
Soon, after passing through the dim and dilapidated corridor, the unit door appeared before Fang Xiu.
He slowly pushed open the unit door, and bright, warm sunlight shone through the crack, gradually filling the dim corridor as the door opened.
It was as if the outside was a world of warm sunshine. The sunlight fell on Fang Xiu, making him feel warm and comfortable.
After experiencing eighteen deaths, he finally saw the sun outside alive.
He stepped out and plunged into the sunny world outside.
Then, Fang Xiu froze in place, his blood almost congealing.
At this moment, enveloped in sunlight, he could no longer feel the slightest warmth.
He stared blankly at the outside world, unconsciously murmuring, "Is this... hell?"