Ning Que looked at the puppet-like man with his arm around the beautiful woman's waist, as light as a butterfly dancing among flowers, and couldn't help but sneer, "Ah, this is really a man's paradise! This time it really is heaven."
A pair of knives and forks were placed crosswise next to the turkey on the long table. She walked forward, picked up the knife, and stabbed it hard into the wall. She heard the sound of meat being pierced. After pulling it, a large piece of wallpaper peeled off, revealing the white mass inside.
The beautiful piano music was still playing, and the originally slow rhythm of the music became rapid. The player's ten fingers slid back and forth on the piano keys smoothly, and suddenly it became a high-pitched monotony. The fingers hit the keys straightly like steel bars.
"I believe that with time and perseverance, you will be able to wear away his fingers." Ning Que used a fork to stir the white mass like a ball of flowing cheese and looked at the entrance to the fourth floor.
"Heh~" A charming chuckle came from the ceiling.
Ning Que felt that the people in this house were more like dolls in a small box, being picked up and taken down by a child. If the child behaved violently, these dolls would be torn into pieces.
Suddenly, the entire fourth floor disappeared, the edges and white mixed into mottled blocks of color, and the various branches and portraits and the huge and gorgeous chandelier that were originally painted on it suddenly disappeared.
It suddenly got dark overhead, and a huge circular platform fell from above Ning Que. Ning Que tilted his body and used his feet to push against the wall to avoid it.
A huge chess-shaped cement table crashed onto the long table, splashing delicacies all over the people dancing tirelessly. The men and women in their high-end dresses were all covered in a smell of oil, but they were still dancing according to the original routine as if they were wound up.
A red velvet cloth floated down from the sky, and the wall behind was also covered with red velvet. There were several pots of flowers on both sides, and some flowers blocked the way of the dancers. A pot of flowers broke out directly on the top of the man's head, and the woman turned into the outer shell of the potted plant as she danced.
When the bouquet broke open the skull, the man's facial features twisted and his eyes went blank, as if his soul had been sucked out. Finally, he became relaxed and turned into an ordinary potted plant.
A man stumbled up with his female companion. All the dancers stopped and stared blankly ahead. The music also became solemn, like the prelude before the school leaders gave a speech on the stage.
On the stage, his female companion instantly turned into a microphone of the same height as him. He seemed to be standing in the middle, his mouth wide open, and the sound coming out of his throat.
An androgynous voice rang out from his throat, "Everyone is guilty."
He paused, then shouted in a more emotional tone, "Each of you is guilty of heinous crimes."
Everyone in the audience was howling, just thunder without rain, but there was no sadness in their eyes, only deep fear, and the degree to which each person's mouth opened and closed seemed to be carefully planned.
Ning Que twisted his ankle and clapped vigorously when he finished, encouraging him generously. "Yes, all of us are guilty. Our crimes are heinous and monstrous, and we deserve to be struck by lightning. Especially you."
Then she looked at the rooftop with a smile and asked softly, "Are you right?"
Suddenly, a sharp voice came from the mouth of the man closest to the stage. His fat body was shaking violently like a big trumpet, but his female companion was still looking at him with a smile and full of love.
Ning Que watched as a wisp of black and white lines rose from his mouth and nose, then floated slightly in the air, rising higher and higher until it sank into the white mass. She seemed to hear a heavy snort and the sound of air entering and exiting his throat, and then with a whoosh, it was sucked away like vermicelli.
In an instant, the man's tears and snot poured down, his whole body trembled like chaff, waves of flesh rippled on his body, and the trembling became more and more violent. Finally, in an instant, his whole body straightened up and fell down heavily like a coffin.
Deep in the white ball, Ning Que seemed to hear smacking sounds and dissatisfied snoring.
Bai Yu seemed very happy, and looked at the people below with the attitude of a creator, "Let's see who will be next?"
"Don't hold your voice, it's disgusting." Ning Que sat cross-legged on the carpet leisurely, supporting his face with one hand, and spoke with a smile.
Bai Yu: ...
"Then I'll start with you. You're guilty of a heinous crime."
Ning Que continued, "It seems not only your tone is bad, but your language isn't very good either. Yeah, I've committed a heinous crime. What's wrong? Do you want to speak for me?"
He seemed very happy to hear this, muttering, "Yes, that's right. I want to stand up for justice. I am righteous."
Ning Que stood up and slowly pushed everyone to the ground, coaxing them like a child, "Yes, you are the best, yes, you are the embodiment of justice."
"Well, I'll eat you later, no, judge you." He was a little arrogant. She saw Ning Que knocking people down one by one. "Don't you want me to judge them? This is useless. You're working in vain."
There were quite a lot of people, so Ning Que pushed them down with his palm, and they fell down like logs. "Isn't this convenient for you? Judging one and then knocking one down is so unaesthetic. Now, you can arrange them into any shape you want. How great!"
When Ning Que arrived at Si Lao's place, he was about to push him with his palm when he saw his female companion, an old lady in cheongsam with silver hair, glaring at him.
Ning Que raised his eyebrows, pushed down with his palm, touched the old lady's head, knocked her down, and then walked to the next person without hesitation.
Suddenly, the man in the last row burst into tears. Ning Que realized it was the otaku he had met a few times before. He was holding his girlfriend tightly in his arms and begging Ning Que, who walked up to him, "Please save me!"
"Why?" Ning Que looked at the first person who asked her for help.
"Wow, wow, I, I, haven't finished watching my wife's latest anime yet. I'm going to regret it."
"Oh." After hearing this, Ning Que pushed it down with a palm, "Then you should stay safe. Just in case you are lucky enough to survive, do your best."
Bai Yu asked with interest, "Do you know what his crime is?"
Ning Que walked silently without saying a word.
He continued, "He's forcing his parents to give him money to buy all sorts of merchandise just for his paper-figure wife. He doesn't work, lives off his parents, and insults them. Why don't you say anything? Don't you think he's a heinous criminal?"
Ning Que walked back silently, stepped on his wife's face, and then walked to the last person in a very cool manner and pushed him down with a palm.
The feast has begun.
A wisp of smoke, black and white, but with the black being the darker, slowly rose up, mixing into a curtain of noodles. Ning Que saw Si Lao's wife quietly covering his mouth and nose, but a lot of smoke still slowly overflowed from between her fingers and mixed with the "noodles".
Honghong slowly walked over, climbed onto Si Lao's face, bit off the "noodles" in one bite, and then curled up in Si Lao's ear. His wife also slowly relaxed and leaned tightly against him.
The red thread climbed up the white mass along the black and white noodles. Ning Que felt the connection and continued to talk to Bai Yu, "Do you think I have committed any crime?"
Ning Que's left hand hung limply behind his back, while his right hand was holding a piece of broken porcelain covered in blood.
The dead man opened his eyes wide, and Bai Yu's voice came from his mouth, "Why do I seem to smell blood?"
Ning Que raised an eyebrow, "Why, you still don't allow me to have my period?"
Suddenly, there was a roar of an animal from above the white ball. Ning Que took a quick step and pulled the red rope. He saw that the red rope beside Si Lao's ear tied him and his wife up. Oh, and the photo frame with the big beard was also hung up.
Bai Yu grabbed the microphone and immediately stabbed it into his stomach. Bright red filth mixed with intestines gushed out, leaving a pool on the ground. The red velvet cloth was soaked with blood and became dark.
Huhuhuhu, the closer Ning Que got to the white ball, the more he felt difficulty breathing. Si Lao was also panting heavily, but he still hugged his partner tightly, and from time to time he used his hands to push away the silver hair that was messed up due to the ascent.
Ning Que suddenly felt a lump in his throat and couldn't help but pat his chest. This dog food, hmm...
When she looked down, she saw a rapidly rising pen, which was most likely Bai Yu.
The closer he got to the white ball, the more Ning Que discovered that part of his space could be opened, but it was only for small items, not large items.
Then, a blanket of nails fell from the sky, and the first to suffer were the corpses on the ground.
Ning Que did not give up. She stretched out a hand and groped in the space again. It seemed to be a gun. After she took it out with great difficulty, she found that it was a water gun.
Ning Que: ..., do I want to splash you with water?
Why there are these things in my space, we don't know.
In the shabby playground, the little girl with fish head followed Sister Li and suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her nose.
Sister Li took her hand and checked it up and down. She was relieved to make sure it was fine. After all, she didn't know whether ghosts would catch a cold. "I told you not to play in the water. What if you catch a cold?"
The little girl with the fish head replied in a childish voice, "Okay, Auntie, my water gun seems to be missing?"
Sister Li held her hand and said, "It's okay. If you lose it, just buy a new one. By the way, where did you lose it?"
The little girl with the fish head stood there and thought for a while, "It seems that after I played with Aunt Ning, I left it at her place, and then I couldn't find it anymore."
Ning Que looked at the gun in his hand that contained the fluorescent green water bag, and had no choice but to take out another bottle of water from the space, twisted off the lid, and squeezed the wound on his left hand hard to let the blood flow in.
She blocked the bottle with her hand, shook it vigorously a few times, and then immediately poured the water into the water gun and sprayed it on the pen. Unfortunately, the range was not good and the power was not high enough, resulting in most of the water only a few drops splashing on the pen, causing little damage.
The pen was getting closer and closer, and because Mr. Si's red rope was split and was carrying two people, it would be lower. When the pen touched Mr. Si's wife's foot, a large amount of blood gushed out, but it did not cause much damage compared to the pen.
"Xiangyuan! Xiangyuan, what's wrong with you?" Mr. Si leaned down with one side of his body, trying to cover his mouth from which the liquid was pouring out, but it was all in vain.
Xiang Yuan smiled and put her hand on his face, "It's okay, I don't feel any pain at all, but I can't stay with you until you die. I'm sorry, I broke the contract."
Then her entire body shattered into millions of pieces, dissolving into the air, and she disappeared.
Mr. Si pounded his head hard, grief surging from the bottom of his heart. He kept saying something, but it was unclear whether he was talking to himself or to others.
"Xiangyuan, Xiangyuan, I'm sorry. You died once before, but I lost you again. Ahhh, you bastard."
Ning Que carefully sniped the pen, which was like a little bird, with a water gun, glancing at it from time to time. He guessed that Mr. Si had suffered a mental breakdown, and thought to himself that he should practice shooting more when he got home.
Suddenly, Si Lao was like a caged beast, determined to get out even if it meant getting himself bruised and battered. He bit Hong Hong with his teeth and used both hands to pull the red rope tied around his waist. His veins bulged, his palms were red, and his tear-stained face was filled with determination.
Ning Que thought for a moment, moved his fingers, and asked, "Are you sure?"
He fell into a frenzy, his red eyes staring into the void, "No, I can't lose her again."
"oh."
Mr. Si's white sportswear reached out towards the pen like a white dove with its wings spread. Although it was a bit futile, it hindered the pen's progress.
Like a moth to a flame, he followed his wife briefly and brilliantly and disappeared in this false yet real picture.
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Huhuhuhu, Ning Que was dizzy from lack of oxygen, his face turned purple. He pulled himself out of the white ball that looked like a glutinous rice dumpling. His body was covered with bruises, and large patches of blood clots accumulated under his skin. He felt that his left hand had no strength at all, probably because it was dislocated.
The portrait of North fell on the soft duck down cushion and after moving slightly a few times, it sank into it.
After Ning Que went out, he was able to retrieve the things in the space, but unfortunately his cell phone and bags were left inside.
Suddenly, she felt someone in the bed and immediately opened it. Seeing Bai Yu's peaceful face, Ning Que desperately jumped on his stomach. With his good right hand, he took out a speaker and started recording, "There's a pervert. Call 110 immediately."
Then he instructed, "Come as miserably as you can."
Ning Que saw Bai Yu slowly opening his eyes, kicked him in the jawbone, and then smashed the loudspeaker with the volume turned up directly through the window.
Bai Yu opened his eyes wide, his face flushed red, and a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but suddenly he felt that the world had turned upside down and he directly pressed himself down.
There were all kinds of people painted on the snow-white wall, some crying, some laughing, very vividly. They seemed to be floating with the flowers, birds, fish and insects painted on the wall, sometimes big, sometimes small, holding hands and spinning in circles. Everyone invited Ning Que to join them.
After arriving in the real world, all strength will be reduced to 1/10 of the original, and his left hand is so soft that he can't exert any strength at all. Ning Que felt even more dizzy watching the little man jumping in circles. Bai Yu was still strangling his neck tightly, and this time it was his turn to be short of oxygen.
It's really a matter of time.
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