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墨書 Inktalez
"What are you all thinking?" I said helplessly as I pulled out my phone.
"Everyone's off work on weekends; let's wait until Monday. We'll definitely go then."
After I explained, they finally relaxed.
"Oh, so that's how it is," my mom said, but her eyes held a warning that was all too clear, as if to say, "If you dare to pull any tricks, just wait and see how I'll deal with you."
After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Monday finally arrived.
Early in the morning, my brother knocked on my door like a madman.
"Hey, sis, wake up! We're going to transfer the house."
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, completely bewildered.
"A house? When did I ever say I had one?"
My brother froze on the spot.
"You clearly said you bought a house and told us to go for the transfer on Monday."
"How can you suddenly deny it now?" I said, feeling frustrated as I raked my fingers through my hair.
"Did I really say that? I have no memory of it at all."
Hearing the commotion, my mom hurried over.
"What’s going on? Why are you making such a racket so early in the morning?"
My brother glared at me angrily.
"Mom, sis is denying it! She won't admit she has a house."
Sigh...
My mom pointed a spatula at my head.
"You little brat, how can you not stand by your own words?"
I continued to knock my head, thinking for a few minutes before finally remembering.
"I'm sorry, to be honest with you, I have intermittent amnesia and sometimes forget things."
Seeing that I didn't look like I was lying, they showed a bit more sympathy, but their desire for the house was even stronger.
"Since you've remembered, let's hurry up and go; otherwise, they'll be off work soon."
We rushed to the Housing Transaction Office.
"Hello, we need to change the name on the property deed," my brother said excitedly to the staff.
"Sure, please show me the property deed and the owner's ID."
My mom nudged me, and I snapped back to reality.
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring the property deed. Can you check it in the system?"
The staff nodded and began typing in my name.
After several attempts, nothing came up in the system, and the staff's expression gradually darkened.
"Did you really buy a house? How come there's nothing in the system?"
The atmosphere became awkward, with the staff's gaze and my mom's and brother's eyes all focused on me.
My palms started to sweat, and my body trembled uncontrollably.
"That can't be right; I clearly remember buying a house."
Seeing how nervous I was, the staff sighed.
"Why don't you provide the transaction record? I can help you check it."
I breathed a sigh of relief; I had that.
I opened my phone and searched for a while before finally finding the transaction record for the house.
"Look, it's this one."
The staff took my phone, glanced at it, and immediately changed their expression, cursing under their breath, "What a joke," before calling security to have us thrown out.
"What do you mean by this? Be careful; I will file a complaint against you!"
The security guard let out a cold laugh.
"Strange people come and go every year, but this year is particularly full of them."
"I've never seen anyone take a house from a game so seriously. They must be out of their minds."
I stood there in confusion, not understanding what they were talking about.
I had clearly bought a house.
"Mom, just look."
My mom took the phone and, upon seeing the game screen, kicked me in frustration.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Her kick drew the attention of several passersby.
"Mom, there are too many people here. Let's go home and talk about it."
As I noticed more and more onlookers gathering, I shouted out.
"I'm sorry, Mom! I forgot that I have a delusional disorder."
"But don’t worry, I’ll definitely work hard to earn money and buy a house for my brother."
With my intermittent amnesia combined with delusions, my mom looked at me with a hint of sympathy.
"Mom, my sister is still single and staying at home all day isn’t good for her."
My brother leaned close to my mom's ear and whispered, completely unaware that I was listening right by the door.
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