Chen You had a pitfall in his life. When he was a child, he went with a group of friends in the village to steal watermelons and sugar cane in the fields. When others slipped away, he was the only one who was caught.
When he was in school, Chen You frantically passed small notes back and forth, and the teacher looked closely at him.
When puberty came, it was time to fall in love. There were quite a lot of couples in the class, and Chen You couldn't hold back his agitated heart, so he asked girls to go to the playground.
Unfortunately, the first time he was attacked by the teacher, he was attacked at night by the teacher, caught straight, and was criticized in the class as a model, and his little hand turned yellow without holding it.
Chen Youtian was not afraid of everything, but was afraid of crying, because he couldn't cry, who knew that when he applied for the film academy, he got a crying scene.
The college dream is hiccupped.
Chen went back to school for another year and entered a junior college.
In the winter of his freshman year, Chen You suddenly discovered that he began to like watching other people's domestic birds.
Not only to see, but also to touch both hands.
While despising himself, he secretly browsed various forums, and with his sunny and handsome face, he smoothly asked someone to shoot.
After some dry self-introduction, it's time to inspect the goods.
Chen found out that he was not only gay, but also a pervert. He only liked watching birds.
This is the end of the world.
During that time, Chen You was extremely depressed.
Said it was ten years of luck, he reckoned that the time had come.
As a result, I played games all night in an Internet cafe. When I got up, I felt dizzy and fell headfirst on the keyboard. When I woke up, the whole world changed.
The body is not his own, his mind is full of strange memories, and there is a system that claims to be 444.
Chen You's face was pale and his pupils dilated. This is not luck, it's a fucking ghost.
Resurrect the dead
He rolled over, face down, and lay on his stomach in a position that suffocated himself.
The owner of this body is called Zhou Yi, because he was born on Monday, and his surname is Zhou, so he got this name.
Zhou Yi was originally from a good family. When he was in his third year of high school, the family company closed down, his father started to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, committed the crime of qj and went to jail, and his mother secretly ran away with wild men.
That year, Monday's life was turned upside down. He dropped out of school, became the son of a qj criminal, sold ass, took drugs, and completely degenerated.
These days there are as many homosexuals as there are dogs, and the market demand is huge, so naturally there will be more ass sellers.
When the threshold is raised, customers will demand more and more tricks, and business will become difficult.
Zhou Zhou turned twenty-six years old. He belongs to the big brother in this industry. He is not as good as a handsome boy. He had no money, became addicted to drugs, and committed suicide by swallowing drugs.
Chen smacked his lips again, as expected, the old saying, there is no worst, only worse.
He has lived for nearly twenty years, and he has never seen what luck is, only pitfalls.
The system's voice suddenly came out, "Ding, Mr. Chen, in your real world, you have died suddenly."
Chen You said half aloud, "That's great."
He yelled into the air, "Hey, 3 4, you let me go quickly, let me find a good time to reincarnate."
444, "..." What is three 4s
"Ding, Mr. Chen, the mission is complete, you can return to the real world."
Chen You didn't hesitate, "I give up."
The mechanical voice of the system sounded again, "Ding, Mr. Chen really don't think about it anymore?"
Chen You roared in his heart, "You fucking found me such a body, you're addicted to drugs, you're an MB, what else do you want me to do?"
"Ding, random."
Chen You, "Hehe."
444, "Ding, don't mind too much, Mr. Chen, your physical condition has nothing to do with your soul, besides, you will go to the next world after completing the task."
The eyeballs under Chen You's eyelids rolled, yes, the soul is him.
After a while, Chen calmed down again, "What is the mission?"
"Ding, get evil thoughts."
Chen didn't understand, "What do you mean?"
444, "Ding, everyone has evil thoughts in their hearts. Mr. Chen's task is to find the person with the highest evil thoughts, and use various means to take away the evil thoughts from his heart. At that time, you will receive the task completed. Reminder, and countdown to leave."
Chen swallowed again, "I can understand that the target is a murderous maniac or a psychopath?"
That's right, if the value of evil thoughts is high, it must not be a good person.
The system is silent.
Chen beat the bed again, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is the target of the first world?"
"Ding, when the target appears, Mr. Chen will see the evil thoughts above his head, including his detailed information."
"It sounds so fresh, so exciting..." Chen You said, "What a fool."
444,"..."
Chen You was impatient, "Is there anything else to add?"
444, "Ding, Mr. Chen, since most of the clients on the downlink are newbies and busy with business, they may not be online often, please leave a message if you have anything to do."
Chen You seemed to see his miserable future.
"Leave a message? Are you kidding me? If I'm about to die, and wait for you to come, I'll almost be rotten."
"Ding, there will be an alarm for major incidents. Don't worry, Mr. Chen. If there is no accident, I will show up in time."
Chen You, "What if there is an accident?"
444, "Ding, Mr. Chen, you need to take a deep breath and relax, you are too nervous."
Chen You sneered, "One word for you, goodbye."
"Ding, it seems that Mr. Chen's math is not very good."
Chen You, "..."
The restless voice finally disappeared.
Chen You pulled his face out of the quilt, it was dark outside, and his stomach was singing a reminder.
The original owner's deposits are all on the table, a total of thirty-six and fifty cents. The rent payment date for this month is tomorrow, and the rent is 1100.
Chen felt that his luck had not changed, but worsened.
He grabbed the handful of change, cleaned up his dead face, and went out.
There is a row of shops, banks, and roadside stalls at the entrance of the community. There are food, clothing, and everything for sale. The smell is mixed with the voice of people, one after another.
There was only so little money in Chen You's pocket, so he scanned it one by one and bought stinky tofu for five yuan.
As soon as he finished gorging, Chen You's butt was grabbed by someone, and a piece of meat was pasted on his back. This was an old customer of the original owner.
"Little slut, I can smell you from afar."
Hearing the lascivious laughter, Chen You felt sick to his stomach. He wisely didn't look back. He vomited up the stinky tofu, and the five yuan would be wasted.
On the street, people come and go, and the meat spread is shameless, and they come up to rub without saying a word, panting while rubbing, "What's the smell?"
Chen You said slowly, "Stinky tofu."
"Damn, no wonder it smells so bad."
The other party covered his nose in disgust, and ran away with small steps.
Chen spat again.
He wandered aimlessly on the street, and then he reached the place where the original owner worked—Golden.
There were people coming in and out, most of them hugging and hugging, and they were all men.
Chen walked in again, thinking about picking up some food, and then trying to find a way to borrow some money from the original owner's fellow villager to pay the rent.