Zhu Shoucheng's scalp was numb, his hair stood on end, and his swollen passion quickly cooled under the blade, turned into cold sweat, and gushed out from his pores.
"Xiao... Xiaochi..." Zhu Shoucheng trembled, "What are you going to do?"
Inexplicably in front of him, the fish with rolled eyes that he caught that day appeared.
The fish that thought it had bitten the bait was slashed by the iron hook, and was thrown ashore, and finally became a plate of Chinese food covered with spices.
Chi Xiaochi asked softly: "It should be me asking. Teacher, what do you want to do?"
The question was as soft as a whisper.
At the same time as the questioning, the blade was also walking under Zhu Shoucheng, and the blade moved left and right on his three-piece suit.
This is Zhu Shoucheng's favorite flirting gesture in the past. He likes to see the confused and shameful expressions of the little boys when he does this.
However, now, in Chi Xiaochi's pupils, he saw himself dripping with cold sweat, with a face like a living ghost.
Zhu Shoucheng's face was pale, and he didn't dare to act rashly: "Xiao Chi, this is a misunderstanding..."
Chi Xiaochi said, "There's no misunderstanding. I'm looking for you."
Zhu Shoucheng still wanted to explain, but a wave of inhuman pain swiftly passed over his head, causing Zhu Shoucheng to let out an irrational scream.
... he really stabbed in
Did he really dare
Zhu Shoucheng couldn't believe it, but the pain in his body would not deceive him.
His crotch seemed to be thrown into a swarm of crazy wasps, and the pain caused him to roll straight to the ground, banging his head on the ground.
His legs were cramping crazily, he forgot how to call for help, and his throat made a painful screeching sound, like a live pig being scalded in hot water.
Zhu Shoucheng's eyes were filled with tears, and he arched his body forward like a worm, groaning and trying to climb out of the bedroom for help.
However, a foot landed on his back, putting the bug on the bottom of his foot.
Pain can make people crazy into a beast, and it can make people weak into a puddle of mud.
Zhu Shoucheng is the latter.
Not all wicked men have the courage to stand the test.
He didn't have any courage to resist, his lips trembled, he turned his head and looked at Chi Xiaochi in the backlight.
Tears distorted his vision, making Chi Xiaochi look like a terrifying ghost.
The wound touched the floor, Zhu Shoucheng was writhing in pain, turned sideways, put his hands on his chest and rubbed nervously, posing as a begging gesture: "Xiaochi, let me go, I didn't mean it, forgive me. Me..."
Chi Xiaochi's response to him was to use the blood-stained paper cutting knife to penetrate his half-missing organs, allowing the blade to stab straight into the floor.
Zhu Shoucheng's mind went blank for a moment, he lost all control over his limbs, and collapsed on the ground, his teeth rattling.
He thought he might be dying.
The son is not in the country, and he has not had any couriers or letters coming recently, so he may not be found until his body stinks and his body is full of flies.
At that time, his posthumous ugliness would spread all over the building, even to the school.
He was bare-legged, his belly turned over, and the most important parts were cut away from his body, like a frog with a disembodied belly in biology class.
People say, after death, who cares about the flood.
But when death is imminent, human beings are rarely so dashing.
The huge sense of emptiness and panic overwhelmed Zhu Shoucheng, his bones were itchy and cold, so cold that he wanted to cry.
He was choked back by his own tears.
In reality, he has become hoarse: "Someone!! Help!! Killed..."
However, he forgot what time it was.
It was the time he carefully chose after numerous on-the-spot inspections.
During this time period, there was no one in the building who could help him.
Even if someone...
When Zhu Shoucheng was almost overwhelmed by the feeling of suffocation, Chi Xiaochi's addition added the last straw for him at the right time: "...you can continue to call, even if you want to call the police, the telephone lines are broken now. "
The physical and psychological torture made Zhu Shoucheng roll his eyes.
But strangely, he couldn't faint.
With an incomparably sober brain, with a sensitive nerve to every extremity, with an incompetent fury, he begged, cried, and cursed.
But none of them could shake Chi Xiaochi in front of him.
He calmly performed an unscientific surgery without anesthesia, slowly removing the things he felt should be removed, and not leaving anything for him.
Whether it was because of severe pain or despair, Zhu Shoucheng's limbs were paralyzed and he had no strength to resist.
He was like a bastard made of iron, attracted to the ground by the huge geomagnetism. He watched as Chi Xiaochi collected the cut things, picked a large blue and white bowl from the cupboard, and threw his parts into the bowl. Then it was poured into the juicer he usually made juice for the kids.
The roar seemed to stir Zhu Shoucheng's mind.
Zhu Shoucheng opened his mucus-filled eyes dejectedly, watching Chi Xiaochi's black-patterned foot step towards him, opened the drawer, took out a candy, and stuffed it from his slightly open mouth. go in.
When the sweet smell of candy spread, Zhu Shoucheng finally passed out as he wished.
…
Zhu Shoucheng suddenly sat up.
The wake of the setting sun swept out of the window, and it happened to fall on the edge of the bed.
He slept all afternoon
Is that just a dream
Zhu Shoucheng was only in a trance for a moment, the real pain in the dream bit his brain like a poisonous snake.
Zhu Shoucheng shouted and rolled off the bed.
There was a human-shaped sweat on the sheets, and his pants were soaked by the warm liquid, giving off a faint pungent smell.
Zhu Shoucheng ripped off his pants like a madman, and found that he had all the parts and components, and they were all good.
How could he have such a strange dream
Zhu Shoucheng twisted his calf and walked around the room aimlessly.
There was no workbook for Chi Xiaochi on the table, the chair he used to sit on was leaning against the door, there was a lot of mung bean popsicles in the refrigerator, and the dishes and the juicer were placed where they should be.
After seeing the juicer, Zhu Shoucheng was shocked at first, and then he finally came to his senses.
Yes, it's a dream.
He vaguely remembered that during the nap, the entire building was powered off.
So how could Chi Xiaochi be able to drive a juicer
But the stamina of this dream was too great. Even if he figured it out, Zhu Shoucheng's whole body was still sticky. From his stomach to his small tongue, it seemed like ants were crawling.
He staggered to the public restroom, aimed at the pool where the mop was being rinsed, and vomited all the food he could spit out with a wow.
His esophagus was sorely burned by the sour water.
Zhu Shoucheng clenched his fists and hammered the yellow tiles.
What the hell is this dream? !
But soon, he found something that made his eyes go straight.
—In his vomit, there was a toffee with a tooth mark, and it was lying there intact before it was even digested.
Zhu Shoucheng's eyes went straight, he slowly took a few steps back, opened his new pants again, and looked in.
... crazy, I must be crazy.
Zhu Shoucheng wiped his bitter mouth and got out of the toilet in a panic.
Human voices and TV sounds have been added to each family. In the public kitchen at the other end, the spatula collided with the bottom of the pot, creating a loud melody.
Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor at this time, otherwise, Zhu Shoucheng's horrific green face like a wild ghost would probably scare people.
Zhu Shoucheng didn't dare to look sideways, he hurried to the door of his house, and found that the door that was left open just now was actually taken by the wind. He couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, and immediately raised his hand to fumble for the key in the flowerpot on the side. .
His peripheral vision swept to the slightly rusted iron door of the Chi house next door, his chest stagnated, as if he had eaten a dead fly, he subconsciously turned his eyes to the completely opposite direction—
Chi Xiaochi was wearing the vest and shorts he had seen in his dream, standing at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor.
He stood still, holding a small bag of chicken cakes in his left hand and a mung bean popsicle in his right.
Seemingly noticing that Zhu Shoucheng's face turned pale instantly, Chi Xiaochi licked the pea-green sugar juice from his lips, and looked at him suspiciously with his head tilted.
With a buzzing sound in Zhu Shoucheng's head, he stretched out his hand to support the wall, and the crook of his legs instantly filled with a greasy cold sweat.
A puzzled look appeared in Chi Xiaochi's eyes, and he took a few steps forward.
Zhu Shoucheng clamped his legs, took a step back in a hurry, and fumbled for the key in the flowerpot.
"Teacher." Chi Xiaochi's clear youthful voice came into his ears, causing him to shiver fiercely, "Are you feeling unwell?"
The key, where's the key? !
Chi Xiaochi approached step by step and said, "Didn't you say that tuition is at three o'clock in the afternoon? I went to knock on your door, but you didn't open it."
When his fingertips touched the familiar coldness, Zhu Shoucheng felt as if he had been redeemed and sent the key to the keyhole with trembling hands.
"Teacher, you are not too young, you should pay attention to your body..."
While talking, Chi Xiaochi got closer.
The door opened with the twist of the key. Zhu Shoucheng turned his head and found that Chi Xiaochi was standing still beside the screen door on the right side of his body.
... He is only separated from him by a layer of gauze.
Zhu Shoucheng threw himself into the room and slammed the door shut.
Chi Xiaochi knocked on the door outside: "Teacher, what's the matter with you?"
Zhu Shoucheng leaned against a thin door, and his newly changed clothes were wet with cold sweat again.
He tried to make his voice sound a little more normal: "I'm sorry, the teacher has a cold today, I'm afraid it will spread to you."
"Ah..." Chi Xiaochi said, "Then Mr. Zhu, you need to rest, I'll be back tomorrow."
The juvenile voice that used to be pleasant to listen to in the past has now become a knife that slowly grinds against Zhu Shoucheng's teeth.
"… Teacher, see you tomorrow."
The footsteps outside the door sounded again, followed by the rustling of keys, and the door next door was opened and closed again.
It wasn't until he heard the door closing that Zhu Shoucheng let out a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to grab the light cord.
The tungsten filament in the bulb dimmed for a moment, then slowly lit up.
Standing under the bright light, the cold sweat on Zhu Shoucheng's whole body crackled down.
He frantically tore off the sheet that had been soiled by him, and threw it into the dirty laundry basket. With a little bit of blood, his spirit seemed to have been taken out of time, and he sat down at the foot of the bed in despair.
Zhu Shoucheng didn't have the energy to count the candy stored in the bedside table.
Because he found a fresh piece of candy paper with Jiangmi paper on the crevice between the bedside table and the bed.
Zhu Shoucheng thought blankly, what the hell is going on.
He himself began to wonder if he had eaten candy today.
Zhu Shoucheng tightened his hair and scolded him fiercely.
And at the place separated by a wall from him, "Chi Xiaochi", who lowered his head to clean up the bed, slowly changed his appearance.
When he looked up at his watch again, his face had completely returned to its original appearance.
Lou Ying made Chi Xiaochi's bed, took his towel, confirmed that Chi Xiaochi's parents would be back in about fifteen minutes, closed the door again, carried the chicken cake he just bought, and went downstairs , opened the door of his house.
Chi Xiaochi has been asleep in his bed for a long time.
With one hand on his stomach, he was wearing Lou Ying's sports vest, nestled loosely and comfortably under the cool summer quilt, and the finger pads exposed from the corner of the quilt were full of wrinkles from hot water.
What Chi Xiaochi does is simple.
When Zhu Shoucheng invited him into the house and turned around to get the mung bean popsicle, he stuck a high-level hypnosis card, a high-level dream-making card, and a hypnosis wake-up card alternately on his back.
Name: Hypnosis · Awakening Card (Intermediate)
Duration: set and ready to use
Piece: 1
Quality: excellent
Type: Disposable
Required redemption points: 5 regret points
Introduction: To wake up a lover, you need a sweet kiss; to wake up a child, you need milky sweets;
To put it bluntly, this card needs to set a fixed condition in order to wake up the person who is in the hypnosis card at a specific time.
And the condition for awakening Chi Xiaochi set for him is that he sleepwalks and then eats a candy stored on the bedside table.
When Zhu Shoucheng put down the ice-cream and walked to the bedroom under the drowsiness of the topsy-turvy, ready to be castrated in his two-hour dream, Chi Xiaochi also got up, returned the chair he had been sitting on, and brought him with him. After leaving his homework and taking a hot bath in the bathroom, he knocked on Lou Ying's door and fell asleep.
... During this period, every time I went to Zhu Shoucheng's house, Chi Xiaochi would take a bath thoroughly.
After Zhu Shoucheng's dream began, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep with his intermittent wailing.
Probably because I slept a bit well, I forgot that I had taken a bath. At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Chi Xiaochi got up from the bed, maintained a state of semi-sleepwalking, took another bath, got back steamingly and went to sleep. .
Lou Ying put down the plastic bag containing the chicken cake by the bedside and sat beside the bed.
The side of the bed sank slightly, which disturbed Chi Xiaochi's dream a little. He opened his eyes and glanced at Lou Ying, then rolled around the inside of the bed, obediently giving half of the bed to Lou Ying.
Lou Ying stared at him with a soft heart.
He gently stroked Chi Xiaochi's forehead and lowered it.
Because he knew who the person was coming, Chi Xiaochi lay on his back vaguely, letting him touch.
After coaxing Chi Xiaochi for a while, Lou Ying didn't go to bed to occupy his resting place, but folded the clothes he changed.
These are the clothes I just changed yesterday, so I don't need to wash them.
Lou Ying folded her clothes and thought that their plan could finally begin.
I just don't know if Koike will be willing to stay here for a while after the matter here is over...
Lou Ying thought, took his shorts, shook them, and was about to fold them when he found a small hard thing in the small pocket on the right.
… a disk
Lou Ying thought for a while, but didn't remember whether he or Chi Xiaochi went to the warehouse to redeem such storage items.
Its style is very ordinary, but judging from its huge memory, it is not a product of this era.
Out of curiosity, Lou Ying put the disk in his palm and tried to detect the information inside.
Encrypted? 32 bits
After judging this, Lou Ying smiled.
32 bit password.
If you don't know the thinking of the person who set the password in the first place, it is impossible to crack it.
Even if it is cracked at a frequency of one hundred milliseconds, the cracking time starts in half a lifetime.
Just as Lou Ying was about to put down the disk, a pain like a cut flashed across his head, causing Lou Ying's face to change sharply.
He immediately raised his head to confirm whether Chi Xiaochi was awakened by him.
But Lou Ying's field of vision was quickly covered by distorted pictures that flashed quickly, on and off, and even had intermittent noises, like an old movie with a damaged reel, spinning on the old reel. Rolling the enclosure, pulling him, slowly sinking into the sea of memory.
It was only then that Lou Ying discovered that, at the very beginning of the manufacture of this disk, the memory fragments of the original owner of the disk were attached.
In his memory, the idea of that he designed the password may remain.
At the first moment of immersion in the sea, there was a light and shadow that could not be seen floating in front of his eyes, and the sound was also indistinct: "... What's your name."
"My name is Lou Ying."
"age."
"16 years old."
"cause of death."
"... I don't know. It must have fallen from the building."
"… "
"… "
"The basic information is verified. Lou Ying, I ask you, do you want to work for our system and get a chance to be reborn?"