When Shi Jiu came to his senses, he found himself floating in the air.

That’s right, it’s floating!

She touched her body in horror, and oh no, she went straight through it. Just when she thought she would remain floating in the air in this immersive experience, a page popped up in front of her.

Welcome to Qinlou's dream space. Since you are entering the space through immersive experience, you only have the right to watch the changes in the dream throughout and make your final evaluation of the dream.

Next, the dream fragments will be replayed and transformed by Qin Lou himself. Participants: Qin Peng, Qin Hang, and Hu Lanjia.

Memory clips will be shown soon...】

When Shi Jiu took a look, it seemed different from what she had imagined. She thought that a dream was created to punish people, but she didn't expect that what they had experienced evolved into a dream, and it had to be replayed on the spot?

Shi Jiu hurriedly tried to find the exit button, but she was left with only an illusory figure. Apart from the previous page frame in front of her, she couldn't find where to exit.

"Damn it, Xiao Qin won't find me later, right? I didn't mean to come in!" Shi Jiupiao waited anxiously. She really just wanted to come in and see how to beat the scum.

But reality left her no room for struggle. The darkness before her eyes dissipated, revealing a canvas resembling a movie. A light began to glow from it, and then...

The characters and scenery are all stick figures and simple drawings?!

She was like a spectator trapped in the audience, forced to watch the whole thing.

The beginning of the story is always romantic. A black stickman and an orange stickman get together, and the fruit of their love, the little white stickman, is born.

Just looking at the surrounding scenery, it is very simple, and there is even only a house made of a few wooden boards.

Shi Jiu: ???

This... is such a poor presentation, and why is there no sound?!

Like a pantomime, Shi Jiu could only see their movements. This poor couple was no longer as loving as before in the daily life of marriage. After each quarrel, the black stickman slammed the door and left, while the orange stickman hugged the little white stickman and cried secretly.

Time soon came when the little white stickman was about to go to elementary school. On this day, a big black stickman came to the house and whispered with the black stickman in the room for a long time, and then a fierce quarrel broke out in the house.

The orange stickman couldn't bear it this time. He lay on the bed in pain and died soon, leaving the black stickman and the little white stickman sad by the bed.

When Shi Jiu saw this, he couldn't help but complain, "Didn't he even go to the hospital? He died in bed like this. I'm afraid he died of anger."

What happened next made Shi Jiu clench her fists, even though she was now a ghost and her hands were transparent.

Not long after, the black stickman quickly came into contact with a black and red stickman. Soon, they lived in a big house. Even the background in the back was colorful. It was obvious that the level was different. The little white stickman did not have an easy time in the days that followed.

When I was in elementary school, we lived in a big house and didn’t even have enough to eat.

That’s right, the black and red stickman is two-faced. On the surface, she is a kind stepmother, but in fact, she doesn’t even give Xiaobai food to eat. Instead, she feeds her son so much that he becomes fat and hugs a fat black stickman every day.

But the little white stickman had no idea that anything was wrong, and he didn't even tell the black stickman about these things, and just went to junior high school like this.

At this scene, Shi Jiu has realized that this might be Qin Lou's childhood. The little white stickman is himself. The days of growing up passed very quickly, as if the accelerator key was pressed, and he arrived at the end of the world in a flash.

The scene of going to school was only briefly skipped, but it was not difficult to see that after junior high school, Xiaobai knew about his stepmother's vicious intentions. He tried to stay at the school and never went back. He only showed up during major and minor holidays. Until he started his own business and achieved some success, the black stickman called him and said something, so he set out on the road back.

However, the subsequent plot development may have been beyond his imagination. In the luxurious colorful house, they had a fierce quarrel. Just when the white stickman wanted to leave, the fat black stickman suddenly appeared from nowhere, holding a thick stick and hit him hard.

Seeing this, Shi Jiu's mind couldn't help but be affected. Several black stickmen gathered together and whispered to each other, which made Shi Jiu angry.

"What a bunch of bastards! No wonder they're black, their hearts are black as hell!"

Next, they carried the white stickman to the basement of the house. The picture also had a perspective effect. The basement was made of airtight metal. They locked the white stickman with an iron chain, muttered a few words, and left.

But at the end, the fat black stickman looked back at the unconscious white stickman, and Shi Jiu immediately felt that something big had happened.

Sure enough, in the dead of night, the fat black stickman sneaked in, and the white stickman just woke up. The two quarreled for a few words, and some incomprehensible lines appeared on the canvas. Then the fat black stickman became enraged and pulled out a whip from behind and started whipping the white stickman!

"Ah!" Shi Jiu never thought that this was how Qin Lou got injured. At this moment, the fat black stickman on the canvas turned into a vicious monster. Every time he was whipped, an evil black mist would float out of his body. Finally, the black mist covered the entire basement.

Even though there were stick figures on the canvas and no visible scars, people's imaginations were very strong, especially for someone as imaginative as Shi Jiu, who had already imagined scenes of blood splattering in the basement and hideous wounds.

"You scumbag! If I don't punish you when I get out, it will be a disgrace to the existence of the small dark room!" Shi Jiu knew that being angry now was useless. Since they appeared in the dream replay, they were all things he had experienced before, but these people were definitely unforgivable!

Just when Shi Jiu was getting angry to death, time quickly turned to daytime.

The fat black stickman did not hide at all and continued to swagger in and out to beat the white stickman. The black stickman outside seemed to know that the basement door was not closed at all several times and the noise could be heard from above. At this time, the black stickman would sit on the sofa with his whole body tense, motionless, as if pretending not to hear it.

The black and red stickman on the side arrogantly did all kinds of entertainment things, and even sent food and drink to the black and fat stickman in the basement. He had no intention of treating the white stickman well.

"No wonder...Wow, Xiaobai is so miserable." Shi Jiu was so immersed in the play that he couldn't help sobbing and wiping his tears. The little white stickman in the play suffered inhuman torture in the days before the end of the world and lay in the basement. If there were no movements from time to time, Shi Jiu would have thought that he was really in trouble.

After the end of the world came, they were all worried, but even so, they would go in and torture the white stickman from time to time, as if they could vent their worries and anxieties. Seeing this, Shi Jiu wanted to rush up and slap them both hard in the face.

Later, the impact of the apocalypse spread to the place where they lived. The three black-hearted stickmen packed up their things and fled, leaving the white stickman to fend for himself in the basement.

The picture stops here, the canvas disappears, the memories end, and darkness returns.

"This... this is not just a fragment, it's clearly half of someone's life!" Shi Jiu used his transparent claws to wipe his tears, but it was of no use. He complained harshly about the function of the small dark room.

[Renovation is about to begin...]

Soon, the scene in front of him lit up again, but it was no longer the stickman's memory, but a real scene. The surroundings were dark and filled with the smell of rust. There was a lump of something on the ground. Shi Jiu observed it carefully and it seemed that this was... a basement?

The small dark room even reproduced this real scene? Shi Jiu, the ghost, had no sense of existence at all. She tried hard to control her body and floated towards the pile of things on the ground. Over there...it should be Xiao Qin.

Cautiously floating to the side, she found that she couldn't seem to bend down. If she fell, her whole body would stand upside down, with disheveled hair, like a female ghost.

Shi Jiu sighed, this audience really came to torture me.

Just then, there was a noise at the door, and then a stranger appeared in front of her. Shi Jiu looked carefully and found that it was one of the three people she had met before. However, in the dream, he seemed to be fatter and should be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. However, he had a fierce look on his face and looked like a real member of society.

Shi Jiu deliberately floated up and swayed in front of him for a few times. He felt relieved after finding that he really couldn't see him. It seemed that they wouldn't be able to see his identity as a spectator. That was okay. If it happened in front of Qin Lou, it would be so embarrassing. He probably didn't want other people to know about this kind of thing.

As soon as Qin Hang entered the door, he couldn't wait to pull out his usual whip and threw it to the ground with a "snap". The sharp sound of breaking wind rang in his ears.

"Qin Lou, you didn't expect that one day you would be languishing in this dark basement, did you? Hahaha! I just can't stand the way you dress so high and mighty. Every day they tell me how great you are. You started making money in middle school, got into a good university, started your own business, and even built a company that's better than your father's!"

As he said this, he whipped the person on the ground with a loud bang, and the smell of rust in the air seemed to be mixed with other sweeter and fishier smells.

Shi Jiu couldn't see the situation on the ground in the dark. The only light available was a little light from the door, and he could only see Qin Hang's figure clearly.

After several whips, the smell became stronger and stronger. It was... the smell of blood!

By the time Shi Jiu reacted, Qin Hang still felt it was not enough. He walked to the side and turned on the headlights in the basement. Suddenly, the entire basement was brightly lit.

Maybe because of the audience, Shi Jiu was not affected at all. He saw Qin Lou lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

Thin, winding streams of blood oozed out from multiple parts of his body. The ground around him had long been dyed a varying shade of red. It looked as if the ground hadn't had time to dry up and was covered with fresh red.

Qin Lou's clothes had been beaten to pieces, and his face was pale. He was barely breathing, and apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest, Shi Jiu could not see any signs of life.

After turning on the light, Qin Hang admired his masterpiece. Seeing Qin Lou lying half-dead on the ground, his inner dissatisfaction and resentment were vented at this moment.

He grew up listening to the glorious deeds of Qin Lou, but this did not bring him much honor. Instead, in such a comparison, his psychology gradually became abnormal.

He began to wonder why Qin Lou was in his world. Every time his grades improved a little, his mother would nag in his ear about how he got such a low score and was not as good as his cheaper brother. Even his father sometimes looked at him and felt the unspoken meaning, that he was not as good as Qin Lou.

Later, he left the city, went to other places to study, and started his own business. This way, he would hear less news and feel more at ease.

But the good times did not last long. My father's company encountered financial problems and needed more funds to turn over. In the end, they had no choice but to find out that although Qin Lou's company was a new enterprise, its funds were beyond their imagination. So my father used the belongings of his mother who died early to trick him back.

What happened next was just as he had imagined. Qin Lou disagreed. He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he raised the baseball bat and hit him. When the man fell down, Qin Peng and Hu Lanjia were both shocked, but Qin Hang's congested brain became even more excited when he saw the blood on the back of his head.

"Anyway, no one knows he's here. If we lock him in the basement, their company will be without a backbone and won't last long, and my family's company can take advantage of the situation and move in."

Qin Hang said with a grim smile, and soon Qin Peng was persuaded by him, and they threw Qin Lou into the basement.

He looked at Qin Lou lying on the ground. This was the first time he had defeated him. When there was no trace of him anymore, he would no longer tolerate the nonsense that kept saying he was not as good as Qin Lou...

Looking at Qin Lou's pale face, even though he was about to die, his delicate facial features still gave him a noble feeling. How could Qin Hang bear it?

Thinking of this, Qin Hang swung the whip again, and it was about to fall on Qin Lou's face.

At this moment, Shi Jiu didn't know where he got the courage from, he jumped up, pounced in front of Qin Lou and hugged him.

Qin Lou constructed his own dream, pulled the three people in the small dark room in, selected the relevant dream scenes, and watched the foreplay. Any subsequent whipping would be transferred to Qin Peng and Hu Lanjia. He also prepared a big gift for them, which would definitely be painful and thorny, so that they could also feel the taste of being whipped.

However, in the process of recalling and selecting fragments, he could vaguely hear vague words in his ears, as if speaking up for him.

When he stopped and wanted to listen carefully, he found nothing. Qin Lou laughed at himself, thinking that he must be crazy.

After seeing that it was almost done, he chose to get into character. Although he looked miserable in character, the rules of the small dark room indicated that he would not feel any pain, so he could go out with this body and show it off to the self-deceiving Qin Peng.

But when he regained consciousness, he felt himself trapped in a soft place. He opened his eyes and saw a figure with disheveled hair... a ghost?

At this moment, she was hugging him tightly, and some of her hair that was spread out like seaweed fell on his face, making him feel itchy. After his originally cold and numb body touched her, he actually felt a little warmth.

The author has something to say:

Hehe, the little white stickman is Xiao Qin~

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