47: Chapter 47 Can Love Increase Spirit Value?

So, Peter and Alice were not Sam's biological children.

Furthermore, these two children called Sam "Father" on the surface, but in reality, they were resistant inside.

Sam might have performed well and fulfilled the responsibilities of a father, but the blood flowing in his veins was, after all, different from that of the two children.

"Anna, don't be discouraged; it's just a matter of time."

"I will make them understand... I can truly become their father," Chen Mo said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Anna smiled again and nodded.

His wife's smile surpassed the brilliant fireworks in the night sky, because fireworks only had sulfur, but no warmth.

Chen Mo and Anna returned to their room to rest.

Both of them reached out their arms and pulled Peter into their embrace.

Anna hummed a lullaby, and Peter's eyelids began to droop.

Feeling the warmth of his parents' arms, like a sturdy wall protecting him, Peter's anxious heart finally settled.

He closed his little eyes, pouted, and quickly fell asleep.

[Peter: Sanity +5, 55/100]

Looking at the system prompt that popped up before him.

Chen Mo understood that in this dungeon, showing care to his family could restore their Sanity.

But... is my love only worth 5 points!

Chen Mo was naturally a person who disliked trouble, like the many trivial matters of "comforting a wife" and "taking care of children."

For a single guy like Chen Mo, it felt very strange.

But this was a dungeon, and he had to play the part of a mature man with the proper demeanor.

Actually, he just needed to imagine his old man and act accordingly.

But Chen Mo thought about it and quickly shook his head vigorously.

"Ugh... my unreliable old man threw me into the river to feed the fish when I was 3 years old."

This was definitely not a good role model.

If love was the only way to replenish Sanity in this dungeon.

Then the difficulty coefficient was indeed too high.

In the No. 18 Hospital dungeon, there was a Vending Machine Ghost that he could exploit; even if Chen Mo's Sanity dropped to 1 point, he could immediately restore it by chugging a bottle of water of might.

But something like love required events and atmosphere to set the stage, and one had to seize the right moment for it to be effective.

Physical love was a physiological stimulation.

Verbal love could also be a hypocritical lie.

True love might just be a small, inadvertent gesture.

"This isn't just a crisis for the family; if I were to encounter an existence like the Dean, my Sanity would plummet before the fight even began."

"At that time, who could give me something like love to replenish my Sanity?"

Chen Mo did not believe he would be moved by this group of fake NPCs, even if these NPCs died for him.

He closed his eyes.

He hid the bone-scraping knife in his pajama pocket, ensuring that if there was a supernatural intrusion, he would always have the strength to fight back.

The children's bedroom.

Alice was sleeping soundly, hugging her beloved toy bear.

The little girl was very cute when she slept, pouting her lips, just like a large doll.

Not only would humans find her adorable, but even certain incredible existences would find her very cute when they looked at her.

What was a bug's perspective like?

Everything in the human world seemed like an unreachable existence to them.

The skyscrapers in our eyes were just a bottle of mineral water placed on the ground in the eyes of a bug.

At this moment, there was an existence that observed the world just like a bug, preparing to intrude uninvited.

Its vision seemed to be split into two halves; the upper part was complete darkness, while the lower part was the scene visible only when lying on the floor.

Directly in front of it, it could see the wardrobe.

Four bed legs towered around its body.

To the left was Peter's bed, to the right was the balcony, and behind it was a thick wall.

This perspective... was actually from under Alice's bed.

Foreign beds generally had a large space underneath, which was very convenient for hiding people or storing items.

Most people also liked to buy larger bed sheets to cover the exposed space under the bed.

One of the purposes was to cover up the Fear in their hearts.

Humans were naturally afraid of dark areas, not to mention crowded and narrow places of darkness.

Of course, you wouldn't want to push open the bedroom door and see that dark space under the bed at the first glance.

At night, your brain couldn't help but fantasize that someone might be under the bed.

However, Alice's bed sheet did not cover that dark space; it was completely exposed.

A rustling sound of movement came from under the bed, lasting only a few seconds.

Suddenly, it became silent again.

A pair of pale palms, hands without fingernails.

Stretched out from under the bed and pressed gently on the edge of Alice's bed.

Then, thick, jet-black hair appeared, the head rose slowly, and a disheveled woman poked her head out.

Until her eyes were exposed, the other party did not continue to stand up.

Instead, she just lay quietly by the bedside, staring at the sleeping Alice.

That gaze was mixed with many emotions.

Curiosity, excitement, longing...

A cold wind surged up from the front of the bed, and Alice suddenly sneezed.

She opened her eyes and raised her upper body.

The woman lying at the head of the bed retracted her head.

She looked towards the balcony, which was not closed.

Alice seemed to have found the source of her chill, jumped off the bed, and stepped onto the floor.

When her feet touched the floor, she didn't know.

Just a few centimeters away from her feet, a woman's face was lying on the floor, the other party turning her neck like a Puppet.

Staring at Alice's fair little feet, she stretched out her pale palms, ready to grab them at any moment.

Alice approached the moonlight, walked a few steps to the balcony, and reached out to forcefully close the glass door of the balcony.

Just as she wanted to return to her warm bed, the almost imperceptible "creak" sound outside the balcony attracted her attention.

Alice looked at the scene before her in disbelief.

She rubbed her eyes.

Hoping that after opening them again, everything would return to normal.

She originally thought what her brother said was fake, just his usual means of deliberately scaring her.

However, seeing the scene before her.

Alice's breathing became somewhat difficult.

Standing on the second-floor balcony, she could see the scene inside the courtyard.

Looking straight down, there were the seesaw and the swing.

Alice covered her mouth tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

At this moment, there was clearly no one on the swing, yet it was swinging by itself.

And the seesaw next to the swing, of course, couldn't possibly have anyone on it either.

But it was as if two invisible guests were sitting on the seesaw.

It was moving up and down rhythmically.