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"I'm back, mom."

When he got home, Arthur shouted in the direction of the bedroom.

“…”

Responding to him was speechless silence.

It was no wonder that he locked the door. Arthur looked down at the clown mask on his hand, and his eyes met the empty eye sockets of the mask, and the corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously.

"Who is it?"

At this moment, an old voice came from the bedroom.

His eyes moved away from the mask, and Arthur's raised mouth pulled back, he looked at the bedroom and replied quickly.

"It's me, Arthur."

"Who is Arthur Arthur!"

However, facing Arthur's answer, the voice in the bedroom was still full of doubts.

"Your son."

“…”

Hearing Arthur's answer, the voice in the bedroom was silent for a while before he said suddenly.

"So it's Arthur. You're back, why don't you tell me? I thought someone broke in..."

"Yes, I'm back."

Putting down the clown mask in his hand, Arthur came to the kitchen to heat a cheap frozen steak while continuing to have a conversation with his mother in the bedroom.

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you, mom."

While heating the food, Arthur took out the jars of medicine bottles in his pocket, opened them one by one and poured out the pills inside and swallowed them.

The doctor said the medicines could improve his bad situation, but Arthur didn't feel anything.

Swallowing these drugs, Arthur's eyes unconsciously looked in the direction where the clown mask was.

Gululu—

At this moment, the hot water on the stove boiled and the packaging bags inside began to roll.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, took out the steak from the hot pot and tore it onto the plate, and Arthur walked into the bedroom with a small dining table.

In the bedroom, an old woman with white hair was staring at the TV blankly.

"It's time to eat, mom."

Looking at the tragic woman, Arthur immediately spoke.

Hearing the sound, the woman whose eyes were on the TV screen turned her head slightly, looking at Arthur who came to the bedroom with a dull look, and said as if she had seen him for the first time.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Arthur."

Arthur had obviously been used to the old lady's reaction. He put the dining table in front of the other party with a familiarity and replied while cutting the steak.

"Arthur, who is Arthur?"

"Your son."

Repeating the conversation that had been held for hundreds of times, Arthur carefully cut the steak, but his eyes fell on the medicine bottle on the bedside table in the bedroom.

Alzheimer's disease, also known as Alzheimer's disease, is characterized by memory disorders, aphasia, apraxia, apology, agnosia, visual spatial skills damage, executive dysfunction, and personality and behavioral changes. The cause has not yet been clarified.

Arthur's mother suffered from this symptom, and it was very serious. She almost lost most of her memory, leaving only fragments of memory, and at the same time she lost her most basic movement power and lay in bed all year round.

"So it's Arthur. You're back, why don't you tell me? I thought someone broke in..."

On the bed, the old lady was still repeating the words in her mouth intermittently.

Arthur had cut the steak on the plate and handed it to his mother.

"Okay, mom, you can eat it."

After reaching out to take the fork, the woman glanced at Arthur in front of her.

"You have to eat, you are already thin and only bones are left."

"I've eaten outside."

Hearing his mother's words, Arthur slid his lips and told a lie. He sat down beside the bed and his eyes fell on the flashing TV screen at the bedside. However, his thoughts unconsciously remembered the clown mask he got from the homeless man.

In the bedroom, Arthur's eyes were a little out of focus and he looked at the old talk show on TV.

Suddenly, a sharp burst of laughter rang in his ears.

Ha ha ha ha--

Hearing this series of laughter, Arthur immediately raised his head as if he was waking up from a dream.

"What's wrong, Arthur?"

On the bed, noticed Arthur's reaction, and a puzzled expression appeared on the woman's face.

"Nothing, I just heard a burst of laughter."

Turning his head to meet his mother's puzzled gaze, Arthur said with some uncertainty.

"laughter?"

Hearing Arthur's answer, the woman on the bed turned her head and looked around, finally looked at the flashing TV screen in front of her, and said uncertainly: "Maybe it was the sound coming from the TV."

"Maybe."

Although his mother said this, Arthur obviously did not agree with this statement.

The laughter sounded in my ears was sharp and harsh, completely different from the canned laughter commonly used in TV talk shows.

"perhaps……"

The sudden laughter in the room reminded Arthur of the clown mask.

"Arthur, where are you going?"

"Nothing, mom, I'm just going to the living room."

Turning his head and comforting his mother on the bed, Arthur stepped into the living room of the room. He looked at the clown mask on the table, and his grinning corners seemed to be making some kind of call to himself.

"Maybe it's because I'm too tired, or because of those medicines, they finally have a little effect."

Just, a mask that makes a laugh.

Arthur shook his head and swept away the absurd thoughts in his mind. Compared to laughing from the mask, he would rather believe it was because he took the medicine.

Ha ha ha ha--

He laughed at himself and turned around and was about to return to the bedroom. The laughter sounded again.

The laughter from behind stopped Arthur's steps.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the clown mask that was quietly sitting on the table.

"How is this possible?!"

A look of disbelief flashed across his haggard face. Arthur looked at the clown mask on the table with a look of astonishment.

Unconsciously stepped forward and picked up the clown mask on the table. Arthur looked at the rough painting and workmanship on the mask, but the words left by the homeless man kept appearing in his mind.

Subconsciously turn the mask in your hand and turn it to the back.

Like the surface, the back of the mask is also rough, but the clown's smile adds a bit weird to the clown's smile.

He lowered his head and silently stared at the mask in his hand.

The expression in Arthur's eyes seemed to be attracted by some unknown force, and he unknowingly put the mask on his face.

Ha ha ha ha--

"Who is it?"

In the bedroom, when I heard the laughter from the living room, the woman's dull face showed a puzzled expression, and she repeated the questioning again.

"It's me, Arthur, Mom."

Faced with the woman's inquiry, Arthur in the living room straightened his curled body and twisted his neck to answer.

Immediately afterwards, a series of high laughter came out.
Chapter completed!