Screenwriter Mystery

Kacha!

"I'm back, Mom."

Back home, Arthur shouted in the direction of the bedroom.

"..."

What responded to him was speechless silence.

No wonder he locked the door, Arthur lowered his head and glanced at the clown mask in his hand, his eyes met the empty eye sockets of the mask, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"who is it?"

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

Looking away from the mask, the corners of Arthur's raised mouth were pulled down again. He looked towards the bedroom and replied quickly.

"It's me, Arthur."

"Arthur? Who is Arthur!"

However, in the face of Arthur's answer, the bedroom's voice was still filled with doubts.

"Your son."

"..."

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

"It turned out to be Arthur. You're back, why didn't you tell me? I thought someone broke in..."

"Yes, I'm back."

Putting down the clown mask in his hand, Arthur went to the kitchen to heat up 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 cans and jars of medicine bottles in his pocket, opened them one by one and swallowed the pills inside.

The doctor said that these medicines could improve his bad condition, but Arthur didn't feel anything.

After swallowing these drugs, Arthur's eyes unknowingly looked in the direction of the clown mask.

Gollum—

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

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

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

"It's dinner, Mom."

Looking at the woman in a trance, Arthur immediately opened his mouth and said something.

Hearing the voice, the woman whose eyes had been on the TV screen turned her head slightly, and looked at Arthur who came to the bedroom with dull eyes. The expression on her face was as if she was seeing him for the first time.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Arthur."

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

"Arthur, who is Arthur?"

"Your son."

Repeatedly replaying the conversation that had been carried out 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 comprehensive dementia manifestations such as memory impairment, aphasia, apraxia, agnosia, impairment of visuospatial skills, executive dysfunction, and changes in personality and behavior. unknown.

Arthur's mother suffered from this symptom, and it was very serious. She almost lost most of her memory, leaving only a fragment of her memory. At the same time, she also lost even the most basic mobility, lying in bed all year round.

"It turned out to be Arthur. You're back, why didn't you tell me? I thought someone broke in..."

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

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

"Okay, Mom, you can eat."

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

"You have to eat, and you're already so thin that only bones are left."

"I've already eaten outside."

Hearing his mother's words, Arthur pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and told a lie. He sat down beside the bed and his eyes fell on the flickering TV screen by the bed, but his thoughts unconsciously remembered what he got from the homeless. That clown mask.

In the bedroom, Arthur's eyes were a little out of focus as he watched the old-fashioned talk show on TV.

Suddenly, a sharp laughter sounded in his ears.

Ha ha ha ha--

Hearing this series of laughter, Arthur suddenly raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"What's the matter, Arthur?"

On the bed, noticing Arthur's reaction, the woman's face showed a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, I just heard a burst of laughter."

Turning his head to meet his mother's suspicious eyes, Arthur said uncertainly.

"Laughter?"

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

"maybe."

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

The laughter that ringed in his ears was shrill and piercing, completely different from the canned laughter often used in TV talk shows.

"Maybe..."

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

"Arthur, where are you going?"

"It's nothing, Mom, I just went to the living room."

Turning his head to comfort his mother on the bed, Arthur walked to the living room of the room. He looked at the clown mask on the table, and the corners of his grinning mouth seemed to be summoning himself.

"Maybe it's because I'm too tired~www.readwn.com~ or because of those medicines, they finally had a little effect."

Just a laughing mask.

Arthur shook his head and swept away the absurd thoughts in his mind. He would rather believe that it was because of the medicine he took than the laughter from the mask.

Ha ha ha ha--

Laughing at himself, he turned around and was about to go back to the bedroom when the laughter sounded again.

The laughter from behind made Arthur stop.

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

"How can this be?!"

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

Unconsciously, he 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 kept popping up in his mind.

Subconsciously turned the mask in his hand and turned it to the back.

Like the surface, the workmanship on the back of the mask is equally rough, but because of the curvature, the smile on the clown's mouth adds a bit of a strange feeling.

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 power, and he put the mask on his face unconsciously.

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 her questioning.

"It's me, Arthur, Mom."

Facing the woman's question, Arthur in the living room straightened his curled body and twisted his neck to answer.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of high-pitched laughter.

"Hahahahahaha..."

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