Chu Chenan's palms were covered with cold sweat. He adjusted his rapid and nervous breathing and laughed awkwardly to ease the atmosphere. "No, no, I still have to pack my things."
"Really?"
Xu Moshu looked relaxed. He stood up and took a step back, looking into Chu Chenan's bright and lively eyes. "My baby, he is very well behaved."
Chu Chenan was so frightened that his calves were trembling.
No!
Da me! !
He didn't want to see his own body which might have rotted beyond recognition. body! ! !
Moreover, Chu Chenan had a hunch that if he really foolishly followed Xu Moshu to 701 this time, the probability of him being able to walk out of 701 would be very low.
Xu Moshu nodded, his eyes shining, "Yes, my baby is probably sleeping, he doesn't like noise."
Chu Chenan breathed a sigh of relief.
...
...
Unexpectedly, Xu Moshu said again, "Then come tomorrow?"
"Hmm? He will also like your eyes." Xu Moshu's eyes were tinged with excitement.
Chu Chenan frowned, "No, I won't bother you..."
"Then it's decided." Xu Moshu smiled, interrupted Chu Chenan's refusal, and made a strong decision, "Then see you tomorrow, my new neighbor."
He stepped out of Chu Chenan's room like a gentleman and left quietly.
Chu Chenan loosened his hands that were tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, his eyes trembled in panic, and his little face turned pale. He bit his red lower lip tightly, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with mist.
He was a little lost.
He must have had some grudge with Xu Moshu in his previous life.
As a result, he still haunts me in this life even in the game.
Chu Chenan sat down on the soft chair and angrily threw the folded clothes in his hands back into the suitcase.
The dress was a mess again.
Chu Chenan glanced at the clothes and sighed.
He had no choice but to squat down angrily and fold it again.
He violently rubbed the clothes flat as if they were Xu Moshu, and then violently folded the flattened Xu Moshu up.
In the end, he successfully folded Xu Moshu, who refused to succumb to fate, into an honest and well-behaved square!
Satisfied, he crumpled the clothes into a ball and threw them into the closet, his mood suddenly brightening.
Xu Moshu opened the door of Room 701. The wall at the entrance was covered with yellow talismans, and it was unclear what was scribbled on them.
The yellow talisman paper was strung together by a string of red lines, forming a strange formation.
He opened the iron lock of the bedroom, and found that it had actually been transformed into an ice cellar, and the bed in the bedroom had been turned into a crystal clear ice coffin.
He turned on the main light in the room, holding a bunch of bright blue roses in his hand, replaced the withering flowers in the vase, and placed the vase next to the table with the ice coffin.
"The flowers are blooming beautifully today. Do you like them, dear?"
He looked tenderly at the boy sleeping in the ice coffin, walked closer and said, "Baby, why are you still sleeping?"
"I miss you. Get up and talk to me, okay?" Xu Moshu's voice was gentle, and his slender fingers stroked the boy's cheek through the ice coffin.
The young man in the ice coffin is four points similar to Chu Chenan, with the most similarities in his eyebrows and eyes.
Blood-red lines were wrapped around the boy's limbs. Since Xu Moshu took good care of him every day, the boy's face was intact and his skin was as white and tender as ever.
Xu Moshu sat beside the ice coffin, leaning his elbow on the coffin, looking at him through the transparent ice surface, groping the boy's face with his fingertips, smiling gently, and whispered: "My baby is so beautiful."
As usual, he chatted with the boy about what he saw and heard today.
"Today I met a guy whose eyes are very similar to yours, but not as pretty as yours."
Xu Moshu tapped the ice lightly and said with a smile, "I'll give you his eyes tomorrow, okay?"
"But..." Xu Moshu was silent for a while, then said, "Forget it. Your eyes are unique, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I know you'll be mad at that."
Xu Moshu leaned his face against the ice coffin and said with a smile: "You used to love biting my neck when you were angry, and that was really cute... Haha... Don't worry, I only have eyes for you, no one else, you jealous little thing."
Suddenly, he smelled a odor of spoiled medicine in the room. He stood up and looked under the corner of the table, where there was indeed a bucket of used syringes.
That was the preservative potion Xu Moshu prepared specially for the young man.
"Oh, sorry, dear. It's my negligence." Xu Moshu leaned over and gently kissed the freezing cold ice surface. "I forgot to throw these away last night. You must feel uncomfortable smelling them. I'll throw them away now. Wait for me to come back."
His love was unstoppable, and he whispered softly, "Come back soon... honey, I miss you so much."
He put on black antibacterial gloves, packed the bucket of garbage, and carefully closed the door of the ice cellar.
He walked to the stairs and threw the bag of drug waste into the trash can.
Xu Moshu turned around and saw a hunchbacked old man in an old robe suddenly appearing outside the stairs. He said respectfully, "You, did you just come back?"
Xu Moshu has shed his gentle and elegant appearance.
He looked at the old man with only a few teeth left, indifferently, as if he were a dead object, with a gloomy expression.
He walked quickly to the stairs, grabbed the old man by the collar, and roughly pressed the old man's face against the wall in the blind spot of the stairs. Several blood marks suddenly appeared on the yellow-white wall.
The hunchbacked old man coughed hoarsely twice: "Please... cough cough... spare my life..."
"Didn't they say that if we put those things on him, he would be able to come back after eighty-one days? Huh?!"
Xu Moshu looked irritable, his eyes full of impatient murderous intent: "It's been ninety days!"
"Why hasn't he come back yet!!!"
Xu Moshu gnashed his teeth and said angrily in a low voice: "Old man, don't forget who let you live to be 120 years old. If you dare to lie to me, I will make you give back these extra decades of life..."
"No! Ahem..." the hunchbacked old man said hurriedly, "I absolutely would not dare to lie to you..."
"You don't dare to lie to me?" Xu Moshu's bloodthirsty killing intent surged, and his big hand tightly pinched the hunchbacked old man's neck. He laughed angrily and let go of the old man, "Then tell me, what's the reason?"
"I dare not make a conclusion about the specific reason..." The hunchbacked old man's face was full of wrinkles. He counted randomly with trembling hands and said hoarsely: "But, but I can guarantee that his soul will return within these five days! Please, please believe me again!"
Xu Moshu took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can, glancing at the old man coldly, "Okay, I'll trust you one last time."
"If he can't come back because of your mistake, I will turn you into a ghost and go find him." He whispered sinisterly and quickly left the corner of the stairs.
The hunchbacked old man was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly.
After he packed up and walked out of his room, Zhang Liang happened to come to Room 702 with a kettle.
"Chen An, do you want some water? I think your kettle seems to be broken," Zhang Liang walked into the living room of 702 and placed the kettle on the cheap glass table.
"Oh, okay."
Chu Chenan had been busy for more than half an hour and was thirsty.
As a cannon fodder, he was not polite.
He took the new cup that Zhang Liang handed him as a matter of course, washed it carefully four or five times, picked up the red kettle and poured a cup of warm water.
Chu Chenan held the cup, blew on the steaming cup a few times, and then couldn't wait to take a sip.
It was still very hot, and he wrinkled his face, slightly opened his moist and shiny lips, revealing a little pink tip of his tongue, and put the cup of hot water back on the glass table.
Zhang Liang watched this scene and somewhere he started to feel hot. He turned away awkwardly, then after a few seconds turned his head to glance at Chu Chenan's pretty face.
"Oh, I remember I locked the door of Room 702 for you just now," he started to find a topic, talking intermittently, "Why was it opened again just now? Did you want to open it to get some fresh air?"
When Chu Chenan heard this, his eyes widened and his face turned pale.
Locked?
Then how did Xu Moshu get in...
"What's wrong with you, Chen An?" Zhang Liang asked softly when he saw Chu Chen An didn't speak for a long time.
Chu Chenan finally came back to his senses and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Nothing. I just thought the environment here is too bad. I can't get used to it at all."
Zhang Liang knew that he was no better than Chu Chenan. His live broadcast brought in considerable income, more than double his own royalties.
"It's pretty simple here, but it'll be fine once you get used to it."
"Who wants to get used to living here with you guys?" Chu Chenan crossed his arms over his chest, crossed his legs dignifiedly, and leaned his feet on the edge of the glass table. "I will move out after two weeks of live streaming here. Is this a place for people to stay? I don't want to be like you, poor as a rat and stay here."
After Chu Chenan finished speaking, he turned his little face towards the window proudly.
I started to question the system in my heart.
Is 001 there?
Do you think I am doing well on my daily tasks?
Is it time to give bonus points?
System: [On standby...]
hateful.
System, if you don't show up again, I will be angry.
I'm going to scold you.
I'm getting started.
I'm serious, I'm not lying to you, I'm...
The mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded in his mind:
[Cannon Fodder Daily Tasks (1/1)]
[Bonus points: ×5]
Chu Chenan breathed a sigh of relief.
It's really hard to be a cannon fodder these days.
He glanced at Zhang Liang secretly. Zhang Liang had indeed put away his smile and was sitting in silence.
Chu Chenan probably hurt Zhang Liang's self-esteem.
He felt guilty for a moment.
He blinked a few times, gently pinched the corner of his clothes, and drooped his eyelids like a dazed kitten.
Zhang Liang's eyes dimmed for just a moment, and his gaze silently swept from Chu Chenan's feet resting on the glass table to Chu Chenan's slender white neck, as if every part of her neck was emitting an alluring scent.
His eyes were filled with greed as he looked at Chu Chenan.
Seeing that the atmosphere had become silent, Chu Chenan withdrew his foot, and Zhang Liang also withdrew his greedy and disgusting gaze.
Zhang Liang regained his composure, "They haven't come back in such a long time, why don't we go check them out? And buy some things they need?"
"Okay." Chu Chenan nodded indifferently. He couldn't stay any longer. He stood up and walked quickly ahead.
As soon as they reached the stairs, they heard a sharp female voice echoing in the stairwell.
“Ah! Ahhhh! Death! Someone’s dead!!!”
Chu Chenan and Zhang Liang rushed over when they heard the noise, only to see Su Yu sitting on the stairs with a bloody arm hanging on the window glass above.
It was the arm of the man who had just gone to find Su Yu and Li Yaya.
Su Yu's hair was messy, and her eyes were wide open as if possessed by an evil spirit, looking at Chu Chenan and Zhang Liang upstairs.
She pointed her finger at the empty wall: "There... there is a ghost! There is a ghost... there is a ghost... Don't kill me... Don't kill me, ahhh! Ahhh don't come over!!!"
Su Yu seemed to be stimulated. She climbed up the stairs suddenly and grabbed Chu Chenan's ankle, "Save me...Chenan...Save me quickly..."
Chu Chenan bent down and tried to help her up, but Su Yu was unable to stand up and suddenly slid down a step. Her legs and feet kept struggling, as if something was holding her feet.
Chu Chenan's feet were held tightly by her, and he slid down as his body became unstable.
“Hey”
Suddenly, a pair of familiar big hands quickly supported his arms from behind.
He leaned against the chest of the person behind him. The smell around that person was strange yet familiar. He subconsciously clutched the person's clothes.
He stopped and turned around, and it was indeed Xu Moshu.
Xu Moshu had stood behind him without him knowing, and helped him up in the chaotic scene just now.
He glanced down at the clothes that he was holding tightly in his hand, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but a smile quickly covered up his dark eyes.
He said jokingly with a smile: "You always seem to be unsteady on your feet."
The author has something to say:
【Small Theater】
The following are sweet memories from Dashu:
I remember when my wife and I were [beeping], especially when he was about to [beep], he would [beep] and [beep], and then he would [beep], and he couldn't stand steadily against the glass window, so he loved to grab my clothes.
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