In the early hours of the morning, when Cheng Bing, who was nestled on the sofa, finally waited for Zhou Zekai who came back from the outside, she immediately smelled the bloody smell emanating from Zhou Zekai's body. Looking at the bandaged hand, Cheng Bing thought He asked something, but swallowed what he wanted to ask.
Many people don't know that Cheng Bing has been very sensitive to human blood since he was a child. In the eyes of others, or in the nose, the taste of blood is the same, but in Cheng Bing's sense of smell, everyone's blood has the most unique taste. The unique smell, just from the moment Zhou Zekai entered the door, Cheng Bing smelled the smell of blood that did not belong to him.
Zhou Zekai who came back seemed to be in a good mood, even with a smile on his face, not at all the indifference he had when he left. Cheng Bing didn't dare to guess what he did, what he did to whom, this made her realize for the first time , the distance between her and Zhou Zekai.
It was like being separated by the Milky Way. She couldn't see through the man in front of her, but she wanted to really enter his world.
Perhaps, in the other party's world, there is no need for her to come.
"Haven't you slept yet?"
Gently looking at Cheng Bing on the sofa, Zhou Zekai seemed to have turned into that gentle man again, but this made Cheng Bing feel extraordinarily strange, she would rather see this man covered in thorns than look at him. To such a hypocritical disguise.
"Wait for you to come back." Cheng Bing replied with a cold face, only feeling a little sour somewhere in her heart. Ever since Zhou Zekai left home, she has been waiting, waiting here for Zhou Zekai to come back, but it was Zhou Zekai who was waiting to come back. Unbearable truth.
No matter how well he concealed it, the smell of blood that didn't belong to him had already exposed his behavior. He was not a good person, he was a pervert! ! !
"Thank you, I am very happy."
The smile was still flawless, and there was even a bit of doting in his eyes. Zhou Zekai reached out to rub Cheng Bing's head, but Cheng Bing avoided him. The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but Zhou Zekai immediately reacted, He withdrew his hand and said in a soft voice.
"It's getting late, go to bed quickly."
He didn't say anything else, just looked at Cheng Bing in front of him, showing the most false smile.
Cheng Bing raised his head, and stubbornly looked at Zhou Zekai in front of him. When he reached the point of questioning, he finally suppressed it. What came to his mind was Zhou Zekai's blood-stained question.
"What about this glass? From the moment you broke it, it can no longer be put together again. When it was intact, it was smooth and comfortable in our hands, but now, it is broken, and we can only go to the glass. Hurt everyone who touches it, hurt whoever breaks it, you say, is it to blame? Or is it you?"
Can't help but look at the opponent's hand, Cheng Bing still asked out his worries.
"... how are your hands?"
Before, there were a lot of bloodstains on the floor, and after seeing the bloodstains on the broken glass, she realized how cruel the man in front of her could be to her.
Seemingly surprised by Cheng Bing's question, Zhou Zekai was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hand to show the other party.
"It's okay, I've already asked someone to bandage it, and it will be fine in two days."
Both of them tacitly did not talk about the previous topic. They just discussed about Cheng Bing's studies, but unexpectedly, Cheng Bing didn't plan to go to school anymore.
"Why?"
Looking at Cheng Bing curiously, even though the original Cheng Bing knew that her physique was different, she still tried so hard to blend in with ordinary people, but now, why is she unwilling
Cheng Bing showed a sad smile on this question.
"No matter how much you pretend, just like you people, I am different from those ordinary people after all."
From the first time he saw a pervert die in front of him, and from seeing those gorgeous and extraordinary deaths as if performing a show, Cheng Bing knew that he could no longer live like an ordinary person, because no matter how much he pretended, She doesn't fit in with the people around her.
"Okay then, I'll hire you a tutor." Zhou Zekai understood the girl's thoughts from Cheng Bing's smile, and his heart ached for a moment, but there was no way around it, some people's fate was doomed.
Even if Cheng Bing went to school, he would encounter new perverts. At that time, he might not be able to control the development of the situation, so he might as well study at home.
"Well, but I don't want to study those simple cultural lessons. I read some books on psychology before and thought they were pretty good. Can you find me a psychology teacher?"
Nodding his head, he agreed with Zhou Zekai's approach. Cheng Bing didn't know how to judge those perverts, so he could only try to study psychology to explore the inner thoughts of these people.
The conversation between the two gradually became harmonious. The next day Zhou Zekai found a professor of psychology for Cheng Bing. This professor was also a member of their circle. After knowing that the audience needed a professor of psychology, He specifically resigned from his current teaching course at a certain university, and chose to be a teacher for Cheng Bing.
Of course, because of his special status, Zhou Zekai had to sit in on every one of his classes.
This professor is a middle-aged man who is as gentle as jade. When he talks, he gives people a feeling of spring breeze. He is more flexible and changeable when he is in class. Cheng Bing likes to listen to her class, although he knows that the other party is also in that circle. One member, but everyone seems to have a tacit understanding with each other, never mentioned anything other than the course, everyone has their own privacy, even these people are no exception, only when Cheng Bing is watching the ceremony at the end, They will choose to tell their own stories.
The extremely painful memories hidden in the depths of my heart are painful when I think of them.
For people like them, just remembering those memories is a painful torture, but even so, in front of Cheng Bing, the spectator, they took off their best disguise and exposed their real naked selves in front of Cheng Bing. In front of Cheng Bing, he wanted to get the final way back, and wanted to get rid of the nightmare that kept torturing him in his midnight dream.
The life in Mingzhu City has gradually stabilized. Within a month, Cheng Bing will attend about three ceremonies, which are all arranged by Zhou Zekai. Every time he spectates the ceremonies, Zhou Zekai will carefully record the information of those people in his notebook. Give these notebooks to Cheng Bing, so that Cheng Bing can get to know them better.
Not all people who live in the dark yearn for the light. They are born in the light and drown in the darkness, but they can only struggle in the dark abyss and finally sink.
Most of the people who had contact with Zhou Zekai were like this. They rushed all the way to Mingzhu City, just waiting for the last newborn, and after deeply analyzing everything about themselves, they willingly sank into hell.
At the beginning, every time Cheng Bing watched the ceremony, he would be stimulated and started to quarrel with Zhou Zekai. After the quarrel, Cheng Bing could smell the blood of other people on Zhou Zekai's body, which made Cheng Bing work hard to control his body in the following days. I put myself in the most authentic position to look at these travelers who want to get home.
She didn't dare to ask, or even explore how the blood on Zhou Zekai's body came from, so she could only pretend to be deaf and dumb so as not to quarrel with Zhou Zekai. She didn't want Zhou Zekai to continue killing people, and she didn't want to become Zhou Zekai's wife one day. Observers.
Death has become an indispensable part of Cheng Bing's daily life. She is now able to calmly attend any ceremony, and the reputation of Cheng Bing's observers is already well-known in that circle, especially many people will travel thousands of miles Come over to see her secretly, and after making the final decision, make an appointment with Zhou Zekai.
Everyone knew that there was a strange person beside the spectator. After approaching the spectator, he did not choose his own way back, but stayed by the spectator's side. Such painful torture seemed to have no end.
In a blink of an eye, half a year had passed. Cheng Bing was sitting on a chair on the balcony, reading a book on psychology, while Zhou Zekai just walked over slowly and put the invitation in his hand on the table.
Cheng Bing closed the pages of the book and glanced at the black invitation. At this moment, his heart could not fluctuate. He stretched out his hand to pick up the invitation on the table and opened it to read.
"Dear audience, please witness my new life, I can't wait for your arrival."
There was only such a sentence, like this kind of invitation, which never had a name. After reading it, Cheng Bing raised his head and asked Zhou Zekai.
"when?"
Her notebook has already recorded the memories of many people, those dark, unbearably painful memories, every time she reads them, Cheng Bing feels as if she has also experienced the painful lives of these people. During the past six months, she There is no longer the extreme idea that was above life, because there are always some things in this world that are more important than life.
Without these, living will be more painful than dying.
"At two o'clock this afternoon, the teaching building of the National People's University."
Zhou Zekai replied, looking at the elegant woman in front of him, he sighed in his heart, in less than half a year, Cheng Bing had already emerged from the cocoon like a butterfly, and now she is already a good enough spectator.
"Oh? Teacher's alma mater?" Cheng Bing was a little curious now, and Cheng Bing was still a little curious about the National People's Congress, which is Teacher Cheng Bing's alma mater.
"Yeah." Nodding, Zhou Zekai didn't say too much, went to get the clothes prepared by the other party, Cheng Bing opened it, and it turned out to be the school uniform of the National People's University.
The blue and white school uniform looks very clean, and the fat trouser legs and arms make Cheng Bing miss the time when he was in school.
"Looks like it's a young man this time."
Whispering, the youngest insider Cheng Bing had ever met was only fifteen years old. At that time, she couldn't even control herself because she understood the pain and helplessness of that fifteen-year-old boy.
This is the case in this world. In places where the sun does not shine, there is always some darkness that is gradually growing.
The two didn't say anything else, they made all the preparations, Cheng Bing had a quiet vegetarian meal at noon, changed into the school uniform, and went out with Zhou Zekai.
After half an hour's drive, the car arrived at the National People's Congress. Their goal was the old teaching building of the National People's Congress. Two years ago, this teaching building was abandoned. Walking in, it was full of cobwebs and dust, wrinkled. Frowning, Cheng Bing suddenly felt a little nervous, always feeling that something terrible would happen.
Zhou Zekai walked beside her, like her patron saint, he also changed into a white shirt today, he looked like a young man who just graduated from college, very clean.
After turning left and right, the two finally found the place they had agreed upon—the classroom of Class 1 and Class 3 of the old teaching building.
This old teaching building has not been visited by anyone for a long time, and the outside of the classroom of the third class of freshman looks particularly dilapidated, especially the walls are very mottled. The door of this classroom is closed, as if waiting for someone to push it open generally.
Standing at this door, taking a deep breath, Cheng Bing didn't know what kind of situation she would see inside if she opened the door, but she still tried her best to control her emotions, and then stretched out her hand tremblingly, firmly Push open the door to hell.
When the door was pushed open, the first thing I saw was the back of the man standing on the podium. The man in the old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit was sitting there, as if he was reading a book, but Cheng Bing's hands trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the back of this person, she couldn't believe that it was that person sitting there.
Couldn't help covering his mouth to prevent himself from calling out that name. When Cheng Bing looked at the classroom again, he found that the tables and benches were wiped clean, and there were one after another urns on them, with stickers on them. It was written on white paper with different names written on it. At a glance, it turned out to be an indescribable horror...
The man sitting on the podium reading a book heard the voice behind him and suddenly laughed. Cheng Bing had heard this laughter many times and was very familiar with it.
"Did you see? Cheng Bing, those urns, I have memorized every name on them for several years. I can even recite their names. It took me a long time to get together with them. Now, They finally got together. Cheng Bing, do you think they will be happy?"
The man's voice seemed to be blown by the wind, but it was extremely gentle, but Cheng Bing's face was already pale, his feet softened, and he leaned against Zhou Zekai's side.
Zhou Zekai looked deeply at the back of the man on the podium. He knew that sooner or later this day would happen, no matter whether it was this person or him.
"Cheng Bing, I'm very happy that you can come to be my observer, at least, so that I don't feel so afraid of the unknown."
After the man with his back to the door finished speaking, he stood up from the chair he was sitting on, put the book aside, and turned around slowly, revealing his face that had been with Cheng Bing day and night for half a year.
The prayer in his heart was broken, and Cheng Bing's tears fell instantly, and there was a bit of tremor in his voice.
"teacher… "