Jiaobai walked out of "Di Ye" by himself. He stood on the steps and looked up at the night sky. It was the second half of the night and there were not many stars.
"Master Xiaoqiu." The driver urged.
Jiaobai sneered. The driver looked at him as if he were a cheap bitch, but called him that.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm still dizzy. Let me take a break." There was a needle hole on Jiaobai's arm. He had received an IV drip, and his fever went down. He felt much more energetic.
"Diye" actually has a medical team. Maybe they are afraid that the rich young masters will play too much and need to give the toys first aid and mend them. Medical team... This is something that is not mentioned in the comics.
Jiaobai walked down the steps step by step. He walked to the car, but did not get in immediately. Instead, he stood with the driver of the Qi family and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, do you have a cigarette?"
The driver's face was as red as a pig's liver. He persuaded stiffly: "Master Xiaoqiu, I see that you are not feeling well. You'd better stop smoking and go back to drink some water. Your health is important."
"Thanks for your concern." Jiaobai straightened the driver's turned-up collar in a friendly manner. The corners of his lips curled up, revealing a pair of sharp little fangs. "Let's go, brother. Thank you for your help."
Jiaobai opened the car door and slowly got in. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a black car coming towards him. It braked suddenly in a funny way, making a friction sound that made his scalp tingle.
There was no need to run over to look, Jiaobai could imagine that the person in the driver's seat had his eyes bulging out with shock. He wanted to hit him to death, but he didn't dare to offend the owner of the car he was sitting in. He could only hold it in, with a twisted expression on his face, as if he had eaten shit but had to swallow it.
The frustration and depression that Jiaobai had felt since coming here have finally dissipated a lot.
The dog in the car was impulsive and murderous. He drove over to stake out the place in a daze, acting like a wife catching an adulterer. In fact, he was just a dog. He missed the opportunity at this time and will never dare to do it again.
Jiaobai leaned back and relaxed in the back seat. When he read comics, he found the melodramatic stories so delicious that it went well with his meal. But when he himself became one of the characters, it was hard to describe.
Jiaobai's wish is to get out of it as soon as possible and stay away from everyone related to the main plot, especially the protagonist, but the reality is just the opposite, he is about to jump into the whirlpool.
You have to cultivate activity with eight friends on your list. Eight, fuck you. This is a bummer.
Just as Jiaobai was falling asleep, the car turned around without warning.
Jiaobai glanced at the rearview mirror and found that the driver was looking at him with a gloating expression as if he was watching a good show. He swallowed the question on his lips and scratched the palm of his hand vigorously with the fingernails in his pocket.
Exposed!
Jiaobai turned his head to look out the window. The night scene of the city rapidly receded in his pupils through the glass window. How did he get exposed
Several hours have passed since he had a fever and fainted. How did Qi Yiliao discover his abnormality
Jiaobai's back suddenly left the leather chair. It was the surveillance camera!
Qi Yiliao's room was monitored by surveillance cameras, most likely all-round. He might have become suspicious, so he checked the surveillance cameras and found more suspicious points.
This is the only possibility.
Jiaobai leaned back, his entire back wet with sweat. He rolled down the car window, and the night wind rushed in wildly, ruffling his hair and causing his wound to ache slightly.
Anyway, there is no regular system supervision, no need for role-playing, so I can just say that I was pretending before.
Everyone has a few masks in life. We are all adults and we understand.
Jiaobai thought that as long as he didn't say it himself, no one would think of it.
Besides, even if he said it intentionally or unintentionally, no one would believe it.
If those chosen ones knew that he was just a character in a comic book, drawn by the author, they would send Jiaobai to a mental hospital and let him die there.
Sometimes the truth should be kept secret.
Jiaobai's heartbeat, which had been jumping up and down in his throat, gradually subsided and returned to its place. He took advantage of the time on the road to recuperate, as he didn't know how long this battle would last.
Night
In front of the computer, Qi Yiliao stretched out his hand holding a cigarette to the ashtray and gently shook a long piece of ash into it. His eyes were always on the surveillance screens from multiple angles.
One of Qi Yiliao's pleasures is to press the surveillance camera in his room and watch himself on the camera. Awake, reading, working, or sleeping. As a strange bystander.
He monitors himself.
This is how the current scene came about.
Qi Yiliao couldn't find anything else to kill time tonight, and when he realized that he had just taken a shower, the young man dared to talk to him, and said a lot, he checked the surveillance video. He really figured out what was going on.
Zhang Zhen was puzzled: "What is the reason that can make an empty shell suddenly have a soul?"
Qi Yiliao clicked the mouse and the scene started again.
The young man in the camera was originally lying naked on the bed with his eyes closed. His skinny limbs were shrouded in a rotten and gray smell. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, first looking around blankly, and then he began to breathe rapidly, clutching the sheets under him as if he couldn't breathe, with his pupils constricted.
The young man's behavior became even more bizarre afterwards. He put on his clothes with shaking hands, crawled off the bed using all fours, and hid under the table...
He seemed to be avoiding something and was very panicked, but he had to force himself to face reality.
Both the richness of emotions and the frequency of changes are extremely strange.
"It's a bit like being possessed." Zhang Zhen hesitated to express his thoughts. Apart from this, there is another possibility. Wang Chuqiu learned to be obedient under the oppression of his growing environment, and he only knew how to be obedient. Gradually, his mind fell asleep and rotted. Tonight he "woken up" and "came alive". To sum it up, it is the so-called split.
"Possessed? Not necessarily." Qi Yiliao glanced at the small surveillance cameras in the room.
"That's schizophrenia." Zhang Zhen answered the phone and whispered, "Third brother, the person is back."
Qi Yiliao pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said, "Send it to the next door."
Zhang Zhen went out immediately to meet them. They just came to Nancheng to celebrate the birthday and would leave after attending the banquet tomorrow at noon. Third brother didn't have time to take care of this matter and wouldn't care. It was irrelevant and unnecessary.
The Shen family is different from other prominent families. Old Mrs. Shen has been a vegetarian for many years and has attached great importance to the concept of ghosts and gods. The Shen family cannot get their hands stained with blood. They let the servants do everything. Not only do they have to clear themselves, but they also have to stay in the temple.
If the young man in the surveillance video was really possessed by evil spirits, then the situation would be serious.
Qi Yiliao stopped Zhang Zhen who was about to walk to the door and said, "Change the bedding, all of it."
Zhang Zhen scratched his head. When he wanted to hug Wang Chuqiu before, his third brother stopped him and told him not to touch dirty things. He suspected that Wang Chuqiu had done something on her own initiative that made his third brother dislike her. Now he was even more certain of this. He sighed in his heart. It was his third brother who wanted to keep Wang Chuqiu tonight, and everyone thought that his third brother could relax, but they didn't expect this to be the result.
"Yes." Zhang Zhen said.
The next moment, he heard his master speak again: "And the can of tea on the table, throw it away together."
At half past one in the morning, Jiaobai returned to "Diye" and stood in a room filled with the strong smell of chestnut flowers. On the left was the messy bed and the unconscious Xiao Lajiao, and in front of him was Shen Ji, who was wearing only two buttons. He was a few years older than Qi Yiliao, nearly forty, with cold and handsome features, and his long legs and narrow waist attracted attention.
Your friend Shen Ji is online
The avatar is Pikachu.
A yellow-orange ball, with two ears standing up, short little hands tucked in front of the body, a flat lightning tail sticking up high, and two small spots of blush on the face.
After Jiaobai was sure that he had seen it correctly, he took a deep breath, and the little man in his heart shouted wildly: So cute, I want to suck it!
But when he glanced at the old man who was full of the flavor of an old-fashioned CEO...
Pikachu suddenly doesn’t smell good anymore, bye.
Shen Ji is quite famous in the comics. The author arranged several highlight moments for him and made him the first important supporting role. His ranking in super topics and popularity in fan fiction outside the comics is second only to Qi Yilao. The only reason he lost was that he later had an official match.
"Sir." Jiaobai called out. The old guy's hair was as lush as his sexual desire, and there was no sign of hair loss.
Shen Ji's voice carried the laziness of a male animal finishing mating: "Go get me my shoes."
Wild rice: “…”
The original owner still wants to do this job
Jiaobai likes to read melodramatic and mean comics. I remember that many of them are about sponsors and mistresses, and their way of getting along is also of this kind.
After a few seconds, Jiaobai laughed in his heart, no, it's different.
The old man not only asked him to get the shoes, but also asked him to help him put on the shoes.
Jiaobai gritted his teeth, half-knelt down and put his leather shoes on the ground. Suddenly, his calf was kicked. He was caught off guard and fell to his knees.
Shen Laogou! Your mother is dead!
Jiaobai's knees were in so much pain that they were about to split. He gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground to ease the pain. Above his head was a cold and creepy gaze. It seemed that Qi Yiliao had already handed the surveillance video to this old man.
"Shoes." Shen Ji said coldly and impatiently.
Jiaobai really wanted to pick up his leather shoes and slap Shen Ji in the face with all his strength, making the other person cry and scream for help, but his situation didn't allow him to do that. He couldn't do that yet and had to endure it.
There will be a chance. I will beat Shen Ji into a pig's head. Jiao Bai comforted himself by thinking about it. The moment he touched Shen Ji's calf, he didn't have to worry about what to do next. The muscle reaction of this body helped him complete the act of putting shoes on the other person.
All in one go.
Jiaobai almost laughed out loud.
To the original owner, there was gold under a man's knees, which he could not reach even when standing, so he had to kneel down to pick it up. He knelt for so long that he could not stand up.
"What are you thinking about?" Shen Ji leaned down, and the mint smell from his collar mixed with the sweet fragrance on the little thing wafted out.
Jiaobai lowered his eyes: "I didn't think about anything."
"Look up and look at me." Shen Ji ordered sternly.
Jiaobai, who was trying hard to resist the urge to obey, said: "..." Damn, was the original owner pua
Jiaobai was about to stand up when he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his neck by Shen Ji. His hand was cold and broad, pinching him like an ant. He struggled uncomfortably.
Shen Ji pinched Jiaobai's neck with one hand and tore off his shirt with the other. His dry, slender fingers slid down from his top and stopped just an inch above his tailbone.
The coccyx of this body had been injured, which was where Shen Ji's fingertips stopped.
Jiaobai knelt in front of Shen Ji's legs, goose bumps all over his back. The sense of crisis made his limbs tremble and his breathing quicken. Just before he was about to jump up and fight back, Shen Ji's fingers pinching his neck tightened, and the moment he felt suffocated, the fingertips on his tailbone suddenly pressed down with terrifying and cruel force.
The茭白's face turned blue and it twitched continuously due to the pain.