Chapter 252: Weird dreams, candy, memory disks.

Zhu Shoucheng's scalp tingled, his hair stood on end, and his swollen passion cooled quickly under the blade, turning into cold sweat that poured out of his pores.

"Xiao ...... Xiaochi ......" Zhu Shoucheng warily said, "What are you going to do? "

Inexplicably, the fish he had caught that day, rolling its eyes, appeared before his eyes.

The fish that thought it had taken the bait, had its lips cut by the hook, was thrown ashore, and ended up on a spice-laden plate.

Chi Xiaochi asked softly, "I should be the one to ask. Teacher, what do you want to do?"

The inquiry was as soft as a whisper.

At the same time as the questioning, the blade of the knife was sticking to Zhu Shoucheng's body, and the blade was moving left and right on his three-piece suit.

This was Zhu Shoucheng's favorite flirting position in the past, and he loved to see the bewildered, ashamed faces of young boys when he did it.

Now, however, he saw in Chi Xiaochi's pupils his own cold, sweaty, ghostly face.

Zhu Shoucheng's face turned white, not daring to move the slightest bit, "Xiaochi, this is a misunderstanding ......"

Chi Xiaochi said, "There is no misunderstanding. It's you I'm looking for."

Zhu Shoucheng still wanted to explain, but a tidal wave of inhuman pain quickly passed over his head, causing Zhu Shoucheng to let out a wild, irrational scream.

...... He really stabbed it in?

How dare he?

Zhu Shoucheng couldn't believe it, but the pain in his body wouldn't deceive him.

It was as if a swarm of crazy hornets had been thrown into his crotch, and the pain caused him to roll straight down to the ground, hitting his head against the ground uncontrollably.

His legs spasmed wildly, and he forgot how to call for help, uttering intermittent whimpers of pain in his throat, like a live pig that had been thrown into hot water and scalded on its quills.

Zhu Shoucheng, his eyes glazed with tears, arched his body forward like a worm, groaning and trying to crawl out of the bedroom for help.

But, a foot stepped on his back and trampled the worm underfoot.

Pain can make a man mad as a beast or weak as a puddle.

Zhu Shoucheng is the latter.

Not all wicked people have the courage to turn their backs on the world.

Without any courage to resist, with trembling lips, he turned back to Chi Xiaochi, who was backlit.

Tears distorted his vision, making Chi Xiaochi look like a ghastly gaudy ghost.

The incision touched the floor, and Zhu Shoucheng wriggled in pain, turning on his side and rubbing his hands neurotically on his chest in a begging pose: "Xiaochi, let me go, I didn't mean to do it, spare me ......"

Chi Xiaochi's response to him was to penetrate his already missing half of his organ with the blood-stained paper cutter, letting the blade poke straight into the floor.

Zhu Shoucheng's brain suddenly went blank with pain, losing all control over his limbs, paralyzed on the ground, his teeth knocking loudly.

He thought that he might be dying.

The son was out of the country, and he hadn't had any deliveries or letters coming in lately, so he probably wouldn't have been found until his body stank and he was parked full of flies.

At that point, the scandal of his death would spread throughout the building and even to the school.

He was bare-legged and belly-flopped, his most important parts cut away from his body like a frog that's been gutted in biology class.

People say, "Who cares about floods after you die.

But when it comes to death, humans are rarely this dashing.

The great sense of emptiness and panic pressed Zhu Shoucheng to the point that he could not breathe, and his bones itched and chilled, so cold that he wanted to bawl.

He was choking back his own snot and tears.

In reality, he had howled so hard he was mute, "Somebody! Help! Murder ......"

He forgot, however, what time it was.

It was a time he carefully chose after countless field tests.

There was no one in the building who could offer him help during this time period.

Even if someone ......

When Zhu Shoucheng was almost crushed by the sense of suffocation, Chi Xiaochi's addition, in due course, added the last straw: "...... You go on calling, even if you want to call the police, the phone lines are all down now."

Physical and psychological double torture, Zhu Shoucheng eyes rolled white.

But the strange thing was how he couldn't pass out.

With a brain of unerring clarity, with nerves keen to every end, with impotent rage, he begged, cried and broke.

But nothing could shake the Chi Xiaochi in front of him.

He calmly performed the not-so-scientific anesthesia-free surgery, slowly rooting out what he felt should be removed, with no intention of leaving anything for him.

I don't know whether it's because of the severe pain or despair, Zhu Shoucheng's limbs are paralyzed, and he doesn't have any power to resist.

Like a Wang Ba shell made of iron and held to the floor by a giant geomagnet, he watched as Chi Xiaochi gathered up the cuts, picked a large blue and white bowl at random from the cupboard, dropped his parts into it, and subsequently poured them into the juicer where he usually made juice for the kids.

The roar seems to be stirring Zhu Shoucheng's brain.

Zhu Shoucheng, his eyes glazed with mucus, watched with dismay as Chi Xiaochi's black-patterned foot took a step toward him, pulled open a drawer, took out a candy, and shoved it through his slightly opened mouth.

As the sweet aroma of candy filled the air, Zhu Shoucheng finally fainted as he wished.

......

Zhu Shoucheng sat up abruptly.

The window swept in the trailing trails of the setting sun, falling right next to the edge of the bed.

He slept all afternoon?

Was it just a dream?

Zhu Shoucheng But after a few moments of trance, the real sharp pain in the dream bit his brain hard like a poisonous snake.

Zhu Shoucheng let out a loud cry and rolled and crawled off the bed.

The sheets were wet with a human-sized sweat stain, and his pants were soaked through with a warm liquid that gave off a faint, pungent odor.

Zhu Shoucheng crazy like pulling down the pants, found that he had all the parts, not bad, and while relieved, still feel horrified.

How could he have such strange dreams?

Zhu Shoucheng's legs and stomach cramped, and he circled aimlessly around the house.

There was no Chi Xiaochi's workbook on the desk, the chair he always sat in was leaning against the door, there were no green bean lollipops missing from the refrigerator, and the dishes and juicer were in their rightful place.

After seeing the juicer, Zhu Shoucheng first a jolt, then finally came to his senses.

Yeah, it's a dream.

He vaguely remembers that the power went out in the entire building while he was napping.

So how can Chi Xiaochi drive a juicer.

But the dream's aftertaste was too strong, and even after thinking it through, Zhu Shoucheng's body was still sticky and heavy, and it was like there were bugs and ants crawling from his stomach to his little tongue.

He staggered over to the public restroom, aimed at the shuffle mop sink, and with a wow threw up all the food he could.

The pattering acid burned his esophagus with a sharp pain.

Zhu Shoucheng clenched his fist and hammered the yellowed tiles hard.

What the fuck kind of dream is that?

But soon, he found something that made his eyes glaze over.

--In his vomit, there was a milkshake with teeth marks that hadn't even been digested yet, lying there in one piece.

Zhu Shoucheng's eyes went straight, and he slowly took a few steps back, once again holding open his newly changed pants and looking in.

...... crazy, one must be crazy.

Zhu Shoucheng wiped his bitter mouth and burst out of the toilet in a hasty manner.

The homes have added the sounds of people and television, and in the communal kitchen at the other end, spatulas clash with the bottom of pots and pans, frying to a loud melody.

Thanks to the fact that there is no one in the corridor at this time, otherwise, Zhu Shoucheng wild ghost like miserable green face is afraid to scare people.

Zhu Shoucheng eyes do not dare to look askance, fast pace rushed to the front of his own door, found that just now the hidden door was actually brought up by the wind, can not help but style all low cursed, and then raised his hand in one side of the flower pots to fumble with the key.

His afterglow swept over the slightly rusty iron door of the Ikki house next door, and his chest stuttered with nausea as if he'd eaten a dead fly, and he subconsciously turned his gaze in the exact opposite direction-

Chi Xiaochi was standing at the stairway to the second floor wearing the small tank top and shorts he had seen in his dreams.

He stood quietly, carrying a small bag of egg cakes in his left hand and holding a green bean lollipop in his right.

As if noticing Zhu Shoucheng's instantly whitening face, Chi Xiaochi licked away the bean-green sugar juice from his lips and cocked his head to look at him suspiciously.

Zhu Shoucheng's brain buzzed, and he reached out to hold onto the wall, the bends of his legs instantly accumulating a greasy, cold sweat.

Opposite Chi Xiaochi, with a puzzled look in his eyes, advances a few steps.

Zhu Shoucheng clamped his legs together, took a hasty step back, and fumbled haphazardly for his keys in the flowerpot.

"Teacher." Chi Xiaochi's clear teenage voice entered his ears, causing him to shiver fiercely, "Are you not feeling well?"

The keys, where are the keys?

Chi Xiaochi took one step closer and said, "Didn't we agree to have a tutorial at three in the afternoon? I went to knock on your door and you didn't open it."

When his fingertips touched the familiar coldness, Zhu Shoucheng was like being saved, and with a trembling hand he pushed the key into the lock.

"Teacher, you're not too young, take care of your health ......"

As we speak, Chi Xiaochi is closer.

The doorway opened with the twist of a key, and Zhu Shoucheng turned his head to find Chi Xiaochi standing by the screen door that opened to the right of his body.

...... He was separated from him, only by a veil.

Zhu Shoucheng wrestled himself inside and slammed the door with a thud.

Chi Xiaochi knocked on the door outside, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Shoucheng had his back against a thin door, and his newly changed clothes were already wet with cold sweat once again.

He tried to sound slightly more normal, "I'm sorry, teacher has a bit of a cold today and I'm afraid I'll catch it."

"Ah ......" Chi Xiaochi said, "Then Mr. Zhu, take care of your rest, I'll come back tomorrow."

What used to sound like a pleasant teenage voice has now become a knife slowly sharpened against the nerves of Zhu Shoucheng's teeth.

"...... See you tomorrow, teacher."

The sound of footsteps outside the door resumed, followed by the rustling of keys being pulled out, and the door to the next room was opened and closed.

It wasn't until he heard the door close that Zhu Shoucheng let out a sharp breath and reached out to tug on the lamp cord.

The tungsten filament in the bulb dimmed for a moment and slowly brightened.

Standing under the brightness, Zhu Shoucheng's cold sweat crackled down around his body.

He tore off the sheet he had stained like a madman, lumped it into a ball and threw it into the dirty clothes basket, and then picked up the dirt-covered pants he had just taken off, examined them front and back, and made sure there wasn't a speck of blood on them before he sat down at the foot of the bed as if his spirit had been emptied, disheveled.

Zhu Shoucheng didn't have the energy left to count the candies stored in his nightstand.

Because he found a fresh, still-embossed sugar paper in the crevice between the nightstand and the bed.

Zhu Shoucheng thought, bleary-eyed, what the fuck is going on.

He was beginning to wonder to himself if he had eaten any candy today.

Zhu Shoucheng grabbed his hair and cursed fuck hard.

And in the place separated from him by a wall, "Chi Xiaochi", who lowers his head to tidy up his bed, has changed his shape.

When he lifted his head to look at his watch again, his face was fully restored.

Lou Ying made Chi Xiaochi's bed, fetched his towel, and confirmed that Chi Xiaochi's parents would be back in about fifteen minutes, so he re-covered the door to his room, carried the egg cake he'd just purchased, and went downstairs, opening the door to his own room.

Chi Xiaochi has been asleep in his bed for a long time.

With one arm resting on his stomach and Lou Ying's sports undershirt over his body, he was nestled loosely and comfortably within a summer quilt, his fingertips peeking out from the corner of the quilt covered in wrinkles from the hot water.

What Chi Xiaochi does is simple.

As Zhu Shoucheng invited him into his home and turned to fetch the green bean lollipop, he glued an Advanced Hypnosis Card, an Advanced Dream Making Card, and a Hypnotic Awakening Card alternately onto his back.

Name: Hypnosis Awakening Card (Intermediate)

Duration: set + ready to use

Number of pieces: 1

Quality: Fine

Type: Single-use product

Required exchange points: 5 remorse points

Introduction: To wake up a lover, you need a honeyed kiss; to wake up a child, you need milky sweets; to wake up a gourmand, you just need the smell of cooked wheat.

To put it bluntly, this card requires a fixed condition to be set in order to wake up the person who has been hit by the hypnosis card at a specific time.

The condition Chi Xiaochi set for his awakening was that he sleepwalked and then ate a candy bar stored in his nightstand.

As Zhu Shoucheng put down his ice lolly and headed to his bedroom, driven by a lurching drowsiness, to prepare for his two-hour-long dream castration, Chi Xiaochi got up, too, restored the chair he had been sitting on to its original position, took his homework with him, went to the bathhouse for a hot shower, knocked on Lou Ying's door, and collapsed into a deep sleep.

...... During this time, every time he visited Zhu Shoucheng's home, Chi Xiaochi would take a thorough shower.

After Zhu Shoucheng's dream begins, Chi Xiaochi falls asleep with his intermittent wailing.

Probably having slept a little too well and forgetting that he had taken a bath, at about four o'clock in the afternoon Chi Xiaochi got out of bed, and, remaining in a state of semi-sleepwalking, took another bath, and came back in steaming hot and went back to sleep.

Lou Ying puts down the plastic bag containing the egg cake at the end of the bed and sits on the edge of the bed.

A slight dip in the edge of the bed disturbed Chi Xiaochi's dreams slightly, and he opened his eyes to look at Lou Ying, then rolled to the inside of the bed, dutifully giving up most of the bed to Lou Ying.

Lou Ying stares at him, his heart softening.

He stroked Chi Xiaochi's forehead tenderly, one at a time.

Knowing who it was, Chi Xiaochi lay on her back in a blur of consciousness and let him touch her.

After coaxing Chi Xiaochi for a while, Lou Ying didn't go to bed to occupy his resting place, but folded all his changed clothes.

These are the clothes I changed into just yesterday, so I don't need to wash them.

Lou Ying thought as he folded the clothes, their plan, at last, could begin.

I just don't know if Xiaochi will want to stay here for a while after this is over ......

Lou Ying thought, took his shorts, shook them out, and was about to fold them when he felt a small, hard object in the small pocket on his right side.

...... a disk?

Lou Ying thought for a moment and couldn't remember anyone, either himself or Chi Xiaochi, going to the warehouse and cashing in such storage items.

It's a common style, but judging by its massive memory, it's not from this era.

Out of curiosity, Lou Ying put the disk in his palm and tried to detect the message inside.

Encrypted? 32-bit?

Having judged this, Lou Ying smiled.

What a 32-bit password.

Without knowing the mindset of the person who set up the code in the first place, it can be a nightmare to crack.

Even if the cracking is done at a frequency of one hundred milliseconds at a time, the cracking time is half a lifetime to begin with.

Lou Ying was just about to put the disk down when a cutting pain in her head caused her face to change, and she propped herself up on the edge of the bed with a low "hmmm".

He looked up first so he could make sure Chi Xiaochi hadn't woken up by himself.

But Lou Ying's field of vision was soon covered by a distorted image that flashed rapidly, brightly and unevenly, even with intermittent murmurs, like an old movie with a damaged reel, rolling round and round on an old wheel, pulling him, slowly, down towards the sea of memory.

It was only then that Lou Ying realized that the disk had been created with fragments of the original owner's memories attached to it.

The memory of his original thought process for designing the code may have survived.

In the first instant of dipping into the sea, a light and shadow with an unreadable form floated in front of his eyes, and the voice that came out was also vague, "...... What is your name."

"My name is Lou Ying."

"Age."

"Sixteen."

"Cause of death."

"...... I'm not sure. I think it was a fall."

"......"

"......"

"Basic information verified as correct. Lou Ying, let me ask you, would you like to work for our system and get a second chance at life?"