"The rabbit wooden charm will be delivered to Shi'an tomorrow afternoon."
The next second he arrived home, Yin Ren immediately rushed to the sofa. Even though Lord Ghost King has completely moved his nest to Zhong Chengshuo's bed, he can no longer feel his deep attachment to the sofa.
"I still want to think about Xiaohe's mother's case for a while. Why don't you go to bed first? I'll take the opportunity to have some late-night snacks."
As Yin Ren spoke, his fingers had already scrolled through a dozen takeaway restaurants on his phone.
Zhong Cheng said that when he came out of the shower, Yin Ren had already made a temporary nest on the sofa. He was holding the rabbit wooden charm in one hand and writing and drawing on the tablet computer with the other hand. The black hair snaked to the ground, and the translucent wings at the ends of the hair bounced irritably.
Yin Ren frowned, so serious that he looked completely unlike his usual self.
When he found Zhong Chengyuan stopping and staring not far away, Yin Ren's brows relaxed in an instant. His eyebrows arched, and a particularly soft wing slipped into Zhong Chengshuo's arms.
"What time is it? Go to sleep." The wings were squeezing around in Zhong Cheng's arms.
"I really can't help you with metaphysics research." Zhong Cheng said, hugging the pillow-sized wing ball tightly, "Remember to go to bed early."
"Close the door, I might make some noise later!" Yin Ren said to Zhong Cheng and waved his hand.
Zhong Cheng said that he was hugging the "Lotus Roots Broken Silk Lian" wing ball and lying on his side obediently. Yin Ren's bed was right next to it, and it still exuded a good smell that belonged to Yin Ren.
"Squeak!"
Zhong Cheng said trying his best to move gently, and with the slow sound of opening the door unique to horror movies, Zhong Cheng said slowly stretched out his head.
[Yin Ren: You are older and have been married. I have something to ask @walnut@LUtanfei]
"Oh oh oh, take it." Yin Ren threw the phone away happily, "It's your birthday to unlock the password. You can play with it as you like... Don't you really want to drink some hot milk?"
Only this small hamster pendant returned to his hand, but the one it paired with was already shattered into pieces.
[Yin Ren told me about your memory. I have a question - you seem to be able to use emotions as a source of energy, so why do you want to devour other elements?]
The dog was silent under the desk lamp, and the yellow beam that served as a hanging ornament was snoozing. Zhong Cheng said and took out the hamster pendant given by Yin Ren and placed it next to the dog.
The old man answered politely, but Zhong Cheng said that he had considered Yin Ren's personality for a while - that guy has never been interested in these things, so he must bring a notebook if he brings a pen. This person may not be needed for eight hundred years. This answer is more suitable for me than Yin Ren.
The tablet was covered with characters that Zhong Cheng said was unfamiliar to him, and the rabbit wooden talisman was about to be revealed by this person. Yin Ren was half-shrunk on the sofa, his posture casual, his past laziness transformed into some ancient charm.
Hamsters have a strong sense of territory. Except for the short period of time when the opposite sex is allowed to approach during the puberty period, hamsters very much exclude the same kind from entering the territory. If they live together for a long time, the stronger party may even kill and eat the weak one. He really didn't care before, but now he just doesn't want to use this inappropriate symbol of "love token".
[Hutao:... Haha.]
Showered, hair blow-dried, pajamas clean, nightcap in perfect position. The quilt is soft, the sheets and duvet covers are clean, and have the smell of being sunbaked. The room temperature and sound were just right, and he fell asleep quickly... weird.
[Yin Ren: Our love token was broken before, and I want to replace it with a new one. Do you two have any relevant experience?]
"Drink." Zhong Cheng said solemnly and squeezed out the door, not forgetting to hold the wing ball with him in one arm.
He almost forgot how loud the sound of breaking the door was!
Zhong Cheng said, looking at the lonely hamster. The hamster's two black bean eyes were shining softly.
Wait, the characteristics of biological species... strengths and weaknesses...
Zhong Cheng said that he ignored Miss Hutao who was still talking about her love experience, directly pulled out the coffin nails, and woke up Siren. When he was in the archives, this thing even negotiated terms with Yin Ren, saying that he wanted to eat the "weak".
[Hutao: Are you talking about science with me? Could it be the pair of hamster pendants mentioned? Those are not even real hamsters!]
[Hutao: Why are you speaking in such a weird tone today?]
Zhong Cheng said he would stick to his point of view.
"Hey, why aren't you asleep yet?" Yin Ren held the shredded squid in his mouth and turned his head in surprise, "Are you still thirsty? I just heated a cup of milk in the microwave, you drink it first."
The lighting in the living room is warm, and the cool late autumn breeze blows the curtains gently. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the bright night, and the distinctive high-pitched sound of police sirens came from the distance.
[Hu Tao: Anyway, it’s not about work. Our little Yin has grown up recently, and we all know that we don’t rely on our sister anymore. Please keep it up~] From the sound of it, this fierce ghost is probably not around anymore.
After the bedroom door closed again, Zhong Cheng turned on the lamp and sat down at the bedroom table. The hot milk is served in a ceramic cup, exuding a light and warm aroma.
Zhong Cheng poked the little hamster. He thought for a few minutes, turned on Yin Ren's cell phone, and put in the "coffin nail" with a clear purpose.
Zhong Cheng said that after burying the wing ball for a while, he stood up silently and slowly opened the door.
Zhong Cheng said that he watched intently, feeling a warm and comfortable feeling in his chest.
[Lu Tanfei: Please speak]
"Bullshit." Zhong Cheng cleared his throat, "I just had some ideas that I need to verify."
[Lu Tanfei: You can buy two higher-end pens.]
Zhong Cheng said to stay behind the crack of the door and close the door slowly and slowly. The light in the living room turned into a bunch of orange lines, gradually narrowing on his face. Finally, the bedroom door closed completely, and the last trace of light disappeared.
[Hutao: What was the previous one? Can’t we just get a new one?]
Zhong Cheng said, burying his face into the warm wings and exhaling a long breath.
Without Yin Ren, the state of the mattress was completely different. The lack of that weight made him unable to calm down - Yin Ren hadn't slept yet, and the thread was stretched in his heart, which made him feel uneasy.
Now he only has a spare mobile phone belonging to the King of Hell, and cannot log in to any account related to Zhong Chengshuo. When contacting his parents, Shi'an probably responded automatically by executing his own "after-death plan".
Zhong Cheng said that his fingertips stopped on the keyboard for a moment and decided to take advantage of the situation.
[Yin Ren: Inappropriate.]
[Yin Ren: Strictly speaking, it’s not appropriate. Hamsters are solitary creatures.]
[Yin Ren: Relevant experience?]
[Because of hunger.]
Facing two large Yuan objects of unknown origin, the dog wanted to pick up its non-existent tail.
[like me. My tribe likes to eat "uneasy" emotions, and "uneasy" contains the element of "worry". Then we can also prey on groups that feed on "worry" and use the "worry" in their bodies to indirectly fill their stomachs.]
Zhong Cheng said staring at the line of gray words.
Uneasiness, shame, worry... These subtle emotions are all mixed from countless basic emotions, similar to the colorful colors composed of the three primary colors.
Thinking about it this way, if the emotions corresponding to the Yuanwu group are simpler and more primitive, the more energy sources it has in this world, and the wider the "recipe for the weak" on the other side... In other words, the closer this type of Yuanwu is to the Yuanwu food chain top.
He thought for a while: [Twenty-eight years ago, you saw Mr. Qiu’s original body. Is the ethnic group he belongs to numerous in number on the other side? ] [No, I've heard of that one, it means 'disgust'. ] The dog was in low-battery mode and replied shakily. [I have obtained relevant information. Legend has it that only when it dies can a new 'disgusting' be born.]
[After all, it is too strong. One of them can still fill its belly with emotions. If there is one more, we will all be eaten by it.]
Zhong Cheng said silently, the hot milk in his hand slowly cooled down, and a layer of milk skin formed on the surface.
They may think of Yuanwu too complicatedly. If they only regard Yuanwu as a special kind of creature, the existing phenomenon is not unexplainable.
Predators at the top of the food chain, like tigers.
They can clearly distinguish the special taste of the same kind. Just as he could smell the special aura on Yin Ren's body.
As long as it exists, it will suppress the appearance of the "only" creature of its kind, like a queen bee.
Their existence itself will suppress the appearance of similar species. Once they meet, it will be a life and death battle, unless one party is already dying. This sense of rejection and crisis is probably engraved into their instincts.
Just like every time they touched, a shiver would always roll between their skin.
According to Shi'an's laboratory report, he and Yin Ren are the same type. Now it seems that they may be the only kind of each other in the world - some kind of beasts at the top of the food chain that repel each other.
He merged into the human body and "disappeared" from the world. Yin Ren was born as a cub... No wonder he slept with Yin Ren's bones in his arms, but there was no movement from the bones.
However, he, the "Queen Bee", still exists, and Yin Ren's growth has been suppressed.
Zhong Cheng lowered his gaze and placed the soft wings on his chest and abdomen, and the soft little wings swayed. He placed the group of wings on the table, and the wings spread out a little by themselves, showing a bit of laziness.
One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and the king cannot see the king. Human beings thousands of years ago understood this truth.
If it were me who had no thinking a thousand years ago, I would definitely fight Yin Ren based on instinct. Today... there are hundreds of millions of human beings out there getting up early to work every day, and Zhong Cheng said that it is no longer strange to violate biological instincts.
He held the milk glass with both hands, sipped the milk, and decided to continue studying the most important issue at the moment.
[I see.]Drinking all the milk, Zhong Cheng said typing with a straight face, [Help me adjust Yin Ren’s ○Bao shopping cart, I need some reference.]
At three o'clock in the morning, Yin Ren stretched out and put away the rabbit wooden charm.
He tiptoed back to the bedroom, not forgetting to cast a silencing spell on the door hinge beforehand. There was no light in the bedroom, and Zhong Cheng said he was balled up into a bulge under the quilt, as if he was asleep.
Lord Ghost King mobilized almost every muscle in his body, trying to slip back into bed as gently as a cloud. Who would have thought that the moment when Yin Ren, with his eighteen martial arts skills, finally hit the pillow silently—
Zhong Cheng said and turned over neatly, his black eyes locked tightly on Yin Ren, and he quickly moved in Yin Ren's direction.
"...Did it wake you up?"
"I haven't slept yet."
"So you just watched me silently and tried my best to silence you?!" Yin Ren's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, causing Zhong Cheng to say that the wings in his arms exploded.
"Because it's very interesting. I haven't seen it before." Zhong Cheng said, closing the quilt and being truthful.
"Okay, you can... Forget it, go to bed early, what time is it already. Be careful not to get enough sleep." Yin Ren flicked the pompom on Zhong Cheng's nightcap.
"... Yin Ren."
"Um?"
"I still don't know what I am. Suppose I pose a threat to your survival, what would you think?" Zhong Cheng said and pulled the quilt again, leaving only a pair of serious eyes outside.
"Hmm - I have no idea." Lord Ghost King also got into bed, "I know you won't die in just a hundred years, that's enough. As for the other things, we'll talk about it when something happens. Why, you want to be with me in your dream Do you want to have a fight with five million?"
"But what if five million is true?"
"Then it's two hundred and five per person." Yin Ren chuckled, "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. If there is no road, it's good to stop here. Anyway, we have the present, and the future will be left to us in the future."
He stretched out his hand from the quilt, patted Zhong Cheng and said.
Zhong Cheng stretched out his arm and squeezed Yin Ren's hand: "I understand."
"Oh, it would be nice to have five million." Yin Ren murmured twice, then came forward and slept against Zhong Cheng's forehead as before. Zhong Cheng said but did not close his eyes immediately. He looked at the lover in the dark, his eyes softening a little.
Sure enough, Yin Ren didn't care either.
Beasts in the same cage may really fight to the death. But they are not beasts, but... "people" in a sense.
He should continue to think about what to do with the love token. He has to go to his parents' house tomorrow to pick up some fruit. He can ask his parents by the way...
Amid the complicated daily thoughts, Zhong Cheng said he soon fell asleep.
Downtown High Valley.
"I thought the effect would be more obvious. But after a day's work, you only end up with a few missing cases and a few assault cases."
Shen Mo sat on the edge of the roof, listening to the piercing sirens downstairs.
"Twenty-eight years ago, the scene was like the end of the world. The situation was much bigger than this. Your cooperation was not very enthusiastic."
Behind him, Mr. Le, dressed like a cross talk actor, was standing in a black green coat. Mr. Le was still suffering from his thin and disfigured face, and responded to Shen Mo with silence.
"Why don't you say anything? It's not our problem that we can't contact Mr. Qiu... To put it bluntly, those sources of pollution should have been changed according to Mr. Qiu's power characteristics. Now they are temporarily yours, brother. Isn't it your fault? "
"Mr. Qiu's own fighting ability is average, but he is really good at stirring up disputes. I don't want to continue the job." Mr. Le finally sighed and said, "But young man, what you just said is not quite right."
"oh?"
"A sudden disaster will be over when it is over, and these people will soon forget it." Mr. Le still said in the same bitter and plain tone, "If you want to achieve long-term effects, you still have to start with small things..."
“An unemployed man stabbed a female white-collar worker he had never met on the subway during rush hour.”
“The old man who collected waste was tortured to death by several students.”
"Unknown suspect poisoned ice cream machine in commercial center."
Mr. Le opened his fingers and counted them, with a meaningful smile on his weak face.
"If you ask me, those assault cases were extremely effective. They are really... very suitable as a starting point."
The author has something to say:
Cat and rabbit in the same cage (not
Xiao Zhong: Maybe it’s the same natural enemy, but that’s not important
Xiao Yin: Indeed (start to imagine five million)
(End of chapter)