Chi Xiaochi staggered to his feet, pulled out a can of Laoshan from under a pile of messy clothes, pulled the ring of the can, and poured it down.
The mechanical voice said coldly, "Aren't you afraid of poison?"
Chi Xiaochi said bitterly: "One poison relieves a thousand sorrows."
Mechanical voice: "..." mentally retarded.
Fortunately, although 061 lost his voice, all the information about the world line was transmitted into Chi Xiaochi's brain.
As the woman's head just said, the original owner Song Chunyang is a little magician who loves to laugh.
His main job is to be a student, and his side job is to follow his grandmother to see Feng Shui for each new house.
The grandmother is an old man with a cold and elegant temperament. He is quite prestigious in the industry, and even more mysterious in the eyes of outsiders. She has a grass hut next to a temple where incense is very rich in her hometown. She sits in the hut and listens to see and judges the world. Whenever the Blessed Lord comes and reports the birth date and what she wants to be, she will brush and put a pen on the paper. Write down the answers they want and explain them one by one.
Song Chunyang's father was not interested in this. In the words of his grandmother, his son was not gifted in this area, and he couldn't tell the cause and effect, and he couldn't distinguish the position.
Song Chunyang's father thought his mother was an old goddess and was deeply ashamed of her.
But Song Chunyang didn't think so.
He could see some strange things since he was a child.
He didn't understand why the eldest brother next door had a sister with a bleeding wrist on his back, and he also didn't understand why he saw his grandmother's best friend, Grandma Lin, accompany his wife for a walk on the sunset bridge where they had a relationship, but everyone said Grandma Lin has been dead for many years.
Song Chunyang's grandmother felt pity for this crying grandson. She often touched his forehead and said, "Take care of your eyes. This is a treasure given to you by God, so that you can understand the cause and effect earlier than others."
Song Chunyang's pupils are of different colors, one side is amber and the other is lake blue, which looks like the product of genetic mutation.
Fortunately, Song Chunyang is really the president. In addition to these eyes, he has gathered all the advantages of his parents and carried out very fine personal optimization. His mouth, nose, eyebrows and eyes are terribly good-looking. Mascot-like presence.
The most beautiful thing about him is a pair of eyes, bright, with just right pupils, and a special texture, like a gem with exquisite workmanship.
He was very likable, and was often frightened by the sudden appearance of ghosts, but after a while, he tried to chat with them again.
He often complained to himself: "My name is used for psychological comfort."
After all, Song Chunyang will still help some ghosts who are not very resentful and don't look very terrifying to make his wish come true, and occasionally ask a few familiar ghosts to peek at the front table during the monthly exam. Scholar's multiple-choice questions answers.
He believes in cause and effect, so he won't use his ability to do too much.
However, Song Chunyang was always willing to give it a go.
When someone in a nearby city asked her to go to her home to see Feng Shui, Song Chunyang was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to go alone, so as long as he was not in class, she would follow him.
Grandmother's eyes are not the same as normal people. She should be able to see the "Qi" in people and objects, so she only needs to turn around in and out of the house, and she can point out the disadvantages of Feng Shui in a few words. Ways to change feng shui.
However, the senses were difficult to communicate, and Song Chunyang couldn't understand what kind of feeling it was.
The grandmother is responsible for pointing out the problem, and he is responsible for placing the re-shipped items in the location designated by the grandmother.
He was still young, and the head of the household would not have believed him, but his eyes were of different colors, and he looked very mysterious.
Whenever the head of the household showed a look of awe, Song Chunyang would always pretend to be a little blind.
After all, with his glass-like eyes, as long as he stays still, he looks just like a blind man.
He can easily bypass all obstacles, put down the things to change according to his grandmother's request, and turn back behind his grandmother.
Song Chunyang couldn't help laughing as soon as he walked into the safe area.
The grandmother never exposed his little tricks, looked at him tenderly, and said helplessly: "You."
During his college year, his grandmother, 66, died.
Before dying, the grandmother said to Song Chunyang, who had been with him weeping, "Child, cause and effect are the most trustworthy."
After the college entrance examination, he went to a nursing school, next door is a famous medical university in the country. The nursing school is as small as the toilet of a medical university, but Song Chunyang often goes to the medical university to play.
Song Chunyang, a young gay man, said that entering a medical university feels like coming home. The feeling in medical university is much better than that at home. All of them are handsome guys, and they speak nicely. I like them very much.
He met the senior Yuan Benshan in the student's private spiritual club, and he fell in love at first sight.
Yuan Benshan is two years higher than him, the first in his grade, suave, and excellent in every aspect.
He once thought that Yuan Benshan was his cause and effect.
He said affectionately to Yuan Benshan: "Yuan, I met you because of cause and effect."
Hearing what he said, Yuan Benshan poked the tip of his nose: "Because you got 70 points in the math test in the college entrance examination?"
Song Chunyang proudly said: "Where, seventy-two."
Yuan Benshan: "Round up to seventy points."
Song Chunyang: "Nonsense, round up to one hundred."
Yuan Benshan had no choice but to hold him and hold him high: "Okay, listen to you, my little magic stick."
Yuan Benshan knew about Song Chunyang's yin and yang eyes, but he never believed it. The reason why he joined the supernatural society was that he liked the fresh curiosity of supernatural stories and never really believed in the existence of ghosts.
Song Chunyang said aggrieved: "There is a passer in front of you."
Yuan Benshan smiled and bowed politely to the air in front of him: "Hello."
The ghost dressed as a student who passed by was frightened, and immediately returned the salute: "Hello, senior."
Song Chunyang giggled, until Yuan Benshan had no temper at all.
In Song Chunyang's sophomore year, Yuan Benshan started to get busy. Song Chunyang would cross a distance of 1,000 meters every day, pack meals, and send warmth to the boys at the school next door.
… and occasionally the body.
"Send chrysanthemums for thousands of meters." Song Chunyang leaned against Yuan Benshan's arms, suffering a handsome and lovely face, "The courtesy is light and affectionate."
Yuan Benshan accepted Song Chunyang's mouth and pinched his nose: "You."
Song Chunyang was lying in Yuan Benshan's arms, smiling coquettishly: "Lao Yuan, you have to love me."
Yuan Benshan gently pinched his waist: "Does it hurt, does it hurt?"
The two rolled together and frolicked together.
They have been very sweet, but one day, something a little strange happened.
During the winter solstice, Yuan Benshan went to an old-fashioned library to borrow materials, but Song Chunyang didn't go to him. He bought dumpling powder in the dormitory by himself, and was excited to make dumplings for Yuan Benshan with limited tools.
When Song Chunyang was hesitant to go to the supermarket to buy a small rolling pin or make do with a 2B pencil, Yuan Benshan called.
On the other side of the phone, Yuan Benshan asked a mindless question: "Chun Yang, do you really have yin and yang eyes?"
Song Chunyang said obediently, "Ah? Yes."
Yuan Benshan also explained why he asked this question: "I looked through old materials here and found that there are many records about yin and yang eyes."
Song Chunyang said sweetly in his heart, "Didn't you go to study?"
Yuan Benshan said: "When you see information about you, you always have to look it up."
Even if this matter is over, Song Chunyang made a big pot of dumplings, and when he came back, he went to send it to Yuan Benshan, even his good friend and the dormitory aunt gave a copy.
Song Chunyang is a good-looking person, and his mouth is sweeter. One sip of an aunt is more effective than his wife's Jingxin oral liquid, which coaxed the auntie to put Xinna's new insoles into his hands.
In contrast, Yuan Benshan's reaction was indifferent, probably because he was thinking about something, but he ate all the dumplings and asked a lot about Song Chunyang's family affairs.
Of course Song Chunyang knew everything, and he even mentioned a lot of things about his grandmother.
About half a month later, Yuan Benshan's busy business probably came to an end. He asked Song Chunyang to go out to watch a movie at 8 o'clock in the evening.
Song Chunyang wore his newly bought white down jacket and a snow-white woolen hat. Two fluffy balls hung down, which made his eyebrows and eyes very beautiful, his lips red and his teeth white.
He arrived at the door of the agreed milk tea shop, but Yuan Benshan was late, so he walked into the shop naturally, bought Yuan Benshan a cup of lemon and grapefruit tea, ordered a cup of milk tea himself, and drank it with pearls.
The store was on the verge of closing down. Unexpectedly, when Song Chunyang entered, he found that there were a lot of customers inside. Many people locked Song Chunyang with strange eyes and said nothing.
Song Chunyang was a little puzzled, but after confirming that these people were not ghosts, he sat down and waited for Yuan Benshan to come.
When a girl passed by him, she tilted her hand and deliberately poured hot milk tea on him.
Song Chunyang, who was half-drenched in milk tea, stood up suddenly: "Fuck!"
Before he could speak, the girl said fiercely, "You knocked my milk tea off! You pay!"
Song Chunyang was so hot that he jumped like a small nutria, and his neck was all burned red. He took off his clothes while grinning, and hurriedly asked the girl, "Is it not hot?! Is it not hot?"
The girl stared at him blankly, the evil spirit just now had disappeared.
In this stunned effort, the thick fog rolled up and rolled around, surrounding the milk tea shop.
The little girl who made milk tea for him just now walked out of the counter and took off her apron.
From just now, her eyes were red, and Song Chunyang thought that she had lost her love. However, her next words made Song Chunyang even more confused: "...It's too late."
As soon as the voice fell, Song Chunyang suddenly changed color.
He had inspiration, so he could clearly feel that there were countless strange things walking in the white mist that suddenly appeared outside the milk tea shop.
Those people with numb eyes just now slowly gathered around the milk tea table.
The only one who ignored Song Chunyang was the girl who poured milk tea on him and tried to drive him out of the store.
She explained to him what he had met.
In short, he broke into a master system that feeds on the energy of fear.
The main system will open the door of the different dimension at any time within the specified time, and pull a certain batch of people into the parallel time and space. In this space, extremely terrifying things will happen, and the participants must be in the specified time. Arrived in real space within time, waited to be teleported, and spent a period of time in a different dimension.
When the time is up, the full meal system will let them out.
Song Chunyang knew that ghosts and gods existed, so he quickly accepted the situation and tried his best to control his knocked teeth: "If you die in a different dimension..."
The girl said softly, "Then in reality, your existence will also be erased. No one will remember who you are."
Song Chunyang had tears in his eyes.
The girl comforted him and said, "This is my third mission. As long as I complete it ten times, I can end this one-sided contract. These contents should have been informed by your system, but I thought about it and decided to do so in advance. It's better to tell you."
"system?"
"Responsible for giving tasks, recording the number of tasks, informing the remaining time of the task, and giving key information for survival as the survival time increases... We often have accidental break-ins here. The first task for newcomers is just a trial. If you can survive to the end, there will be a personal system automatically bound to you."
Song Chunyang glanced around in tears.
When Song Chunyang entered here by mistake and sat down, no one wanted to remind Song Chunyang. First, they had tried telling the truth many times, and no one believed them. Second, almost everyone thought badly that they could pull in one. Is an.
Song Chunyang's voice was almost inaudible: "This mission... what is it?"
The girl replied, "Hide and seek."