Chapter 38 Various Ways to Seek Death
If others found out, there would be a risk of ending up in the same situation as him.
Fang Ke lowered his head and accidentally got some rice grains on the corner of his mouth.
"A little curious."
Chen Cinian wiped the corner of Fang Ke's mouth with a tissue. Seeing that Fang Ke was picky about food, he frowned silently and put a piece of fish into Fang Ke's bowl.
He continued, "Do you care about me?"
"I care about you." Fang Ke picked up the fish and threw it on the table in front of him without eating. "How is that possible?"
Chen Cinian raised his eyebrows and took another piece.
Fang Ke pulled it out, but before he could pick it up, the wide end of Shen Qinian's chopsticks rested on the back of his hand, as if as a warning.
Fang Ke raised his head and looked directly at Chen Qinian without any fear in his eyes.
As if provoking, he put the fish meat directly into Shen Cinian's bowl.
He won't eat. He won't eat if he says he won't eat.
It was too much trouble to pick out a bone, and he didn't have the patience to deal with a piece of fish.
Just have a meal to deal with it. As long as you don’t die, it’s fine. Don’t worry about anything else.
"It's good for your eyesight, so eat a little." Chen Qinian helped him pick out the bones and put the fish meat back in his pocket.
Is it possible for his eyes to still be bright?
Fang Ke plunged his chopsticks into the fish meat and then threw it on the table again.
He finished his meal, threw down the bowl, and without waiting for Shen Cinian to finish eating, he went upstairs alone, entered the master bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it.
Sister Mi poked her head out of the kitchen and said cautiously, "Lord God, is it... is it that the food I cooked is not to the young master's liking?"
Shen Cinian adjusted his glasses, a cold white light flashed across the lenses, "No, from now on, call me Mr. in the human world."
"Sir," Sister Mi quickly reacted and changed her words, "When will you and the young master return to the Abyss to make dinner?"
“Do it early,” Shen Yinian checked the information on his phone, “He’s leaving at six.”
Fang Ke brought back two Yin tickets from the Twin Village. As long as he wrote the game ID on them, he would pull the person in at six o'clock on time.
But what you enter at six o'clock is actually not a copy. Although it is "called a copy", it is actually a door.
A door to a strange world.
The dangers ahead are simply unimaginable for humans, but fortunately, Yin Juan will protect them. Shuyi arranged for a hearse to pick them up at the door. They have to cross an entire nightmare city and enter the abyss under the watchful eyes of countless nightmare-level and a few dominant-level monsters.
As for Chen Cinian, he could go back whenever he wanted, it was just a matter of thought.
At 4:10 in the afternoon, Sister Mi, a young human woman disguised as the Abyss-level monster "Dream Eater", began to prepare dinner.
Xiao Tang, the driver of the "ferry ghost" who is also an abyss-level ghost, seems to be sleeping soundly in the servant's room on the first floor, but in fact the ghost aura has already spread, guarding the tranquility of the villa.
However, the family doctor Li Jin was a truly ordinary human being, so they didn't let Li Jin live here, but just bought an apartment nearby for him to live in.
Although the weird have more magical means, humans will understand the human body better.
A little after five o'clock, the food was served. Sister Mi washed her hands, went upstairs and knocked on the master bedroom door.
Boom boom boom——
"Master, the meal is ready."
After two days of recuperation, Fang Ke's eardrum had gotten better and it no longer affected his hearing.
As long as the sound is not too low.
Fang Ke did not go out, nor did he pay attention to the people outside the door.
Seeing that Fang Ke ignored her, Meng Shigui had no choice but to go downstairs first.
"Sir, I can't get him to come. You should come."
"Well, people knock three, and tricks knock four. Don't knock the wrong way next time."
Shen Cinian walked up the stairs slowly and knocked three times, "Open the door and come out."
Don't move.
Shen Cinian waited outside the door for a while, did not continue to knock, but said calmly: "Go downstairs to eat, it's almost six o'clock, it's too late to wait."
"Eat first, I'll accompany you to the abyss later."
Fang Ke opened the door a crack, his eyes flashing with ferocity, "Bullshit."
He paused slightly, his voice trembling a little, but he hid it with ferocity. "Without the secret voucher, how can you get through the Nightmare City? You just..."
"Just to coax me."
"I'm not eating anymore," he said, lowering his eyelids to cover his eyes, which were not easily affected by the bright light. "You can eat by yourself."
Shen Ci Nian's eyes darkened, but he finally said gently, "Okay."
He turned and went downstairs. Dream Eater stood beside him with his head down, "Sir, is it because my cooking is not tasty... I... should go back to the Abyss..."
On the table was the dinner that the Dream Eater Gui had spent the entire afternoon carefully preparing. There was fish soup for dinner, and the Dream Eater Gui had picked out all the bones in the kitchen using his Gui Qi.
“It’s none of your business,” Shen Chenian consoled him, “Your craftsmanship is good enough, go and have a rest.”
Not letting her kindness down, Shen Cinian picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
I drank more fish soup on purpose.
The Dream Eater seemed to be encouraged, his eyes lit up, and he went down to rest.
Shen Cinian cleaned up his dishes, poured the rice he had left for Fang Ke back into the rice cooker to keep it warm, and then sat on the sofa to read.
Some of human books are very interesting. Shen Cinian is currently reading "The Interpretation of Dreams", a psychology monograph, but the content is very interesting. The author is a doctor, and the book analyzes the dreams of his patients, which is written very realistically.
Sometimes Shen Qinian also analyzes human psychology, which is very interesting, but sometimes not so interesting, such as...
For example, at this moment, the electronic clock shows 17:45, but there is still no movement upstairs.
There was no movement, which made him a little angry, but he didn't take it too seriously and continued reading.
Fang Ke lay on Shen Qinian's big bed in an extremely decadent posture.
Place your hands on your lower abdomen.
I have stomach problems because I didn’t eat dinner.
So what.
He tortured himself to death, so what?
He is Fang Ke, and his death will bring happiness to people.
Anyway, no one would notice that he was sick, anyway, no one cared that he was sick, anyway, he had been sick so many times, and no one had ever said: You can stop doing the dungeon, have a good rest.
No, no one will feel sorry for a villain.
Fang Ke suddenly stood up and walked to the window. The heater was still on, but he opened the window wide. The cold and hot mixed together, and the cold wind blew on his face. He moved Shen Cinian's chair and sat in front of the window. His back was still warm, but his front was already cold.
The thin pajamas are like wearing no clothes at all and can't block the wind at all.
Snow drifted in and my back quickly became cold; the heater couldn't resist the cold current.
It’s 18:00 sharp.
His soul instantly left his body, and his head drooped as if he was sleeping.
At 18:01, the bedroom door handle turned, and Shen Cinian opened the door with the key. He frowned slightly when he felt the cold air when he entered the room.
He looked at Fang Ke by the window, walked over, raised his hand and closed the window.
After touching Fang Ke's cold body and hot forehead, Shen Cinian felt that this human named "Fang Ke" was really capable.
He is so capable, he gets angry time and time again.
He has a good temper.
He went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with hot water, then stripped Fang Ke naked and carried him in.
Fang Ke, with his eyes closed, actually looked very obedient.
He looks very well behaved, but everything he does is more irritating than the last.
Chen Cinian let him soak alone, waiting for Fang Ke to slowly warm up his body.
He came out of the bathroom, poured water to wash the cold medicine, and took out a fever-reducing injection from the drawer.
After thinking about it, I went to pour another glass of water to warm my stomach.
While waiting for the medicine to cool, he went up to the third floor and brought something down.
He placed the thing on the bedside table with a very slight "click".
He carried Fang Ke out of the bathroom, wiped him dry, changed his clothes, and the medicine was now cool and not so hot anymore.
After feeding Fang Ke the medicine, Shen Cinian laid him on the bed, pulled down a corner of his pajamas and shorts, then pushed the needle to expel the air, and inserted the needle without mercy.
This small needle works quickly, but it may cause some pain in the buttocks.
Chen Cinian didn't feel sorry for Fang Ke at all, and his technique of pushing the needle was not gentle at all.
After doing all this, he moved the chair by the window to the bedside. He sat on the chair, lowered his eyes slightly to look at Fang Ke, and watched Fang Ke's temperature drop and the blush on his face fade away, then he closed his eyes.
The next moment, the person sitting on the chair disappeared.
…
A hearse is a funeral car.
The so-called seats were two transparent ice coffins that could conceal part of the fragrance of their souls, lest any evildoers lose control of themselves and cause trouble for them.
It’s not that the driver was afraid of trouble. He was the driver of Lord Shuyi. He was afraid of delaying the time and making Lord Shuyi unhappy on the anniversary of his death.
The hearse slowly passed through the nightmare city. The sky and ground were distorted, like the bizarre world painted by Van Gogh.
Red sky, black buildings.
There are trees here, but the leaves are a sticky mass like blood.
There are also surveillance systems in Nightmare City. The surveillance systems are eyeballs of unknown creatures. The eyeballs are connected to nerves. Those nerves and blood vessels are integrated into the corners of walls or telephone poles. The eyeballs are constantly rotating, monitoring the order in the city.
Being stared at by countless eyes like this will inevitably make you feel depressed.
It was like a nightmare. I gasped and tried to wake up, but it felt like someone was lying on top of me and I couldn't wake up.
Then despair spread in the dream, the heart beat wildly, as if it wanted to abandon its owner, become a deserter, break out of the chest, and escape from this dream world alone while beating.
In the coffin beside him, the old man was frantically recording information in a notebook. This was the first time that humans had entered the Nightmare City, and everything in it was crucial information.
They are all paving the way for those who come after them.
He volunteered to come in, and it would be worth it even if he died here.
For the future of mankind, he is not afraid of sacrifice.
What's more, there is a powerful player who will protect him with his life.
He had no doubt that Fang Ke would disobey.
The research institute has cooperated with Fang Ke too many times, and all the talented people he has trained have been safely sent back by Fang Ke.
For the sake of humanity, for this handful of firewood in the cold and frigid night shrouded in strangeness, everyone in the research institute voluntarily used the points rewarded by the system on their mental strength. Their physical strength was generally weak, but that didn't matter. There was no doubt that Fang Ke would protect them.
The old man glanced at Fang Ke.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
