Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Audience?Or a pitcher?

I posted a revelation on the bulletin board at the corner of the stairs on the first floor. "Hello everyone, are you still used to living here? I lost a bunch of keys today. That bunch of keys is the backup of everyone's keys. I didn't make a second copy here, so please put the ones you find on the living room table, or Give me my room, thank you. PS: In order to prevent everyone from losing their keys and no one can open the room at that time, please give me an extra copy of the key, otherwise you will be locked out You must ask a locksmith to open the door and change the locks at your own expense. Landlord Qi

. " I sneered, in this way, even if Yingru suspected that there was someone sneaking around in the room, she wouldn't guess it on me. It was the "infiltrator" who picked up the bunch of keys to everyone's house. As for who is the infiltrator? Not me, and not blaming someone who doesn't exist. "for you." I put the old key chain in Lao Zhang's shoe at the door, deliberately only revealing a small piece of metal to avoid being too deliberate. You guessed it right, of course I re-keyed a key, just after I got out of McDonald's, I went to the hardware store to do it.

Why choose Lao Zhang?Lao Zhang is the best candidate in my mind. He must have never thought about being able to have the highest power in this building and the power parallel to me. And these are the two superpowers that he, who is obsessed with voyeurism, pursues. Peeping Power. Invasive Ability. I looked at the pinhole picture in the corridor, Lao Zhang found this mysterious gift when he was putting on his shoes. "You won't give it back to me, you won't give it back to me." I kept chanting, watching Lao Zhang enter the room nervously, frowning at the keychain. But the angle of his mouth was wicked.

"Take it and go on your adventure," I said. Lao Zhang opened the drawer, put the key in it, and raised his arm and gave a soft drink. very good. While I was happy for Lao Zhang, I felt sad for the strange man tied to the chair. He has been taking sleeping pills for three days in a row, and Yingru feeds them every three to four hours, and Yingru gives more doses before going to bed. More, but not too much.Although I don't see how Yingru handles it. "Even if I don't pass out, I will kill you." I looked at the screen. It had been 27 hours since the last time the man had incontinence, but he drank nothing but a little water and sleeping pills.If liquid is force-fed to an unconscious person, most of the liquid will flow into the trachea instead of the esophagus, only to die faster.But much more refreshing.

Of course Yingru knew it too. But as I said, crime is not only a profound state of mind, but also a profession. When Yingru took out a fat syringe from the closet, I thought she was so cruel that she wanted to inject saline or glucose to survive the man's death, but Yingru took out the precious thing from the weird little wooden box. Absolutely expired milk that has been around for a long time. "How crazy can you woman be?" I was surprised. After Yingru filled the syringe with milk and put on the seemingly unhygienic injection needle, she focused on inserting the needle into the vein of the man's arm, and slowly pushed the yellowed milk.

I'm so nauseous. Yingru injected about 500 mg of milk continuously, so the man started to lose control at night, which made me really sick to my stomach. Then, Yingru took out a manual siphon, slowly pushed one end into the esophagus of the man's mouth, held the plastic air balloon at the other end, pumped out the water in the bucket and poured it into the man's stomach. The water in the bucket decreased a lot, so Yingru pulled out the siphon, touched the man's forehead, and held the thermometer to suck the man under his tongue. I can't see how many degrees the thermometer shows, but this action should indicate that the man is having a fever. I don't understand health education well, but I guess this should be because the white blood cells in the man's body are fighting the germs in the expired milk.

Yingru was lying on the bed, holding a computer and typing away. When she was tired, she would read a book, feed medicine, wipe the floor, and sleep, as if she was taking care of a patient.The patient she made. I really don't know if the man she met for the first time was selected because of some qualities, or if it was just random misfortune. This incident touched me deeply. Unfortunately, is it a random outcome?If God is a crazy pitcher and throws a big wild pitch to the stadium crowd full of holes, whoever hits it will be unlucky. So, although the probability of being hit by a K in the head is very low, once you get a K, your life will die, and everyone has a chance.Like that guy who wanted a one-night stand and now sits in a chair with a fever.

So what to do? Do you just let God's unfortunate big slap hit you? No, maybe there is a way. If only God was the one who pitched. If I, too, can climb out of the crowd waiting for misfortune, and stand on the mound. I have to think about this possibility. On the other hand, I think Lao Zhang should also start to observe the time inertia of everyone entering and leaving the room. After all, crimes require not only natural sensitivity, but also hard investigation.major. As a result, Lao Zhang began to increase the number of times he went to and from the first floor intentionally or unintentionally. When he passed Ms. Chen's door, he would lower his head to notice how many pairs of Ms. Chen's shoes were left, whether there were any men's shoes, and so on.

As I thought, Lao Zhang was most interested in the beautiful and lustful Ms. Chen, and he must have observed the fact that Ms. Chen did not bring her boyfriend home every Thursday. On the other hand, although Yingru is also very handsome, but Yingru lives upstairs of Lao Zhang, it is rather strange for Lao Zhang to take the opportunity to travel to and from the fifth floor or the rooftop in order to observe Yingru's work and rest. I've been looking forward to the day when Lao Zhang sneaks into Miss Chen's room to steal a pair of underwear or roll on the bed.But Lao Zhang seemed to hold his breath, probably because the imagination of "the consequences if he was discovered" hindered his invasion plan, or he had other plans.

It's okay, it's okay to be late. Because my mind is so messed up, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand on the mound after all. Yingru caught me off guard and injected too many shocking thoughts into my mind at once. Back to my layout. The notebook is full of fragmentary graffiti, but I don't have good inspiration to weave a story, and I lack the ability to precisely control the "time flow" and "space interlacing". My statistics are not enough, it is a fact, but Yingru and a quasi-dead body gave me a shocking education, that is: "Everyone can mutate".

If I fail to grasp the extent of the possibility of mutation, I will be overwhelmed by unforeseen emergencies, and then, even if a good show is unintentionally achieved, it will have nothing to do with me.It was just a coincidence, and then it was fun. Even so, I understand in my heart that there are very few lunatics like Yingru who can't see any clues on the outside.I believe that as long as you guess the time when this indefinite time bomb explodes, the whole script can amazingly link every tenant and every event together. That's right. This can be said to be a feature of some good movies on the market in recent years that "can express the design sense of the director and screenwriter".Those movies are usually messy and confusing, but within a few minutes of the ending, all the plot lines that were operating separately collided with each other due to various opportunities, and then quickly ended with dazzling applause. Such as abduction, robbery, love elixir, train guessing, etc. But those movies are just movies, and the combination of all the branch lines with multiple branches is just an irresistible "coincidence" used by the director outside the movie and the actors can't resist. What I am facing is the real world. I must first conceive a few "famous scenes" that must be achieved, and then find a way to practice them. Eating the ice cream cake bought by Guo Li just out of the refrigerator downstairs, I watched six TV screens at a time for inspiration, but the main focus was still on Lao Zhang and Ying Ru. The most basic thing is that a character has at least one characteristic, and the director needs to characterize their characteristics, strengthen them, or even endow them with characteristics that are more suitable for them. Lao Zhang loves pornographic peeping, I gave him peeping power & invasive ability.Just wait for when he transforms. Yingru is completely different, one is as quiet as boiling water, and the other is like a perverted nurse. What should I give her?Or what should avoid her? Should she be actively made to be the most pungent part of the drama, or should she be passively prevented from destroying it? It's hard anyway. Bo Yan is bored, lethargic and addicted to masturbation, what should I give him? Or find a way to mistreat him and turn him into a ridiculous drama part? Good idea. Guo Li is mature and sociable, he can be regarded as Linghu's master. Linghu almost turned upside down, um... Think about how you can take advantage of their being gay. Even though Ms. Chen looks lewd, why does she have two boyfriends? For this reason, Ms. Chen will naturally not let me hear her talking to herself for no reason. Should there be a way to get this scandal unmasked by one of the boyfriends? Where is Mr. Wang? Apart from suppressing his desire to rape his daughter, he is even more boring than Bai Yan. But he did have a daughter after all. That's fine. I looked at the TV screen, Yingru just woke up. This is the fifth day since she kidnapped the man. The man gradually withered on the chair, and there was no possibility of resistance at all. Yingru greatly reduced the dosage of sleeping pills. I think just a persistent high fever is enough to paralyze anyone. What's more, the man didn't eat anything these days, but was beaten with milk. I don't know how Yingru controls the milk. The amount that should be administered, I realized after watching it a few times, that Yingru did not control the dose at all, she just inserted the syringe randomly. Death is the man's release, right?I am only responsible for watching and sighing. I walked outside Yingru's room. For the past four days, I couldn't figure out why Yingru knocked on my door that day. I only had a few guesses that I couldn't confirm, because Yingru didn't look for me again afterwards. I took a deep breath and secretly opened Bai Yan's door with the backup key.He went to class an hour ago. Taking out the sleeping pill solution prepared in advance, I poured it into the Coke that Bai Yan drank half.This kid is very messy, this bottle of sugar level without bubbles must continue to drink. I did not take the dose lightly, so that he would be completely lethargic. "I'm going to give you an amazing ability, you are the starting point." I couldn't help snickering, and after seeing through the crack of the door that there was no one in the corridor, I sneaked back to my room. Bai Yan came back at 7:30 in the evening, just at that time Yingru went out, and the man was dragged by Yingru to the toilet in the bathroom, and the bathroom door closed. I was lying on the bed eating steamed stuffed buns, and I saw Bo Yan sitting at the computer desk chatting on the Internet, while drinking the Coke clean. "Go to sleep." I said, I don't want to run into Yingru coming back. Bai Yan continued typing on the keyboard, but after a few minutes passed, he stared at the screen in a daze more and more frequently, and pressed the "del" key more and more.But just refused to sleep. Finally, Bo Yan ended the dialogue window, yawned, and the screen entered the first-person shooter game screen of the online battle. He picked up the machine gun and charged into the battle with a blank face, not as excited as usual, shaking his body in the real world to dodge the bullets on the screen. Gradually, Bo Yan rubbed his eyes, his neck shook a little, but the playful Bo Yan refused to give up, he almost pressed his whole face to the screen and shot. "You just won't cooperate, kid." I was upset. But just after I finished speaking, I found that Bo Yan's chin had already been resting on the keyboard, and his face was pressed against the computer screen, motionless. It worked.As long as you move quickly, you won't encounter Yingru who is elusive. "Keep button, button button." I knocked on the door to make sure if Bo Yan was really asleep. no respond. "Bo Yan, open the door. Uncle has something to tell you." I said.There was still no movement. I gently pushed the door open, but it didn't lock. Bai Yan's mouth was opened wide, and the corners of his mouth were drooling. "Bo Yan, Bo Yan?" I rubbed Bo Yan's shoulders, but Bo Yan slept like a dead pig, so I took out the plastic gloves and put them on, lest I take too high a dose, in case Bo Yan fell asleep After waking up, the corpse actually left my fingerprints. I took off Bai Yan's slippers, hugged him on the ground, and took off his clothes. I let his right hand hook the clothes, pull the shorts and panties down to his knees, exposing his penis, and then let his dominant left hand rest on the penis. I stood and looked down at Bai Yan's funny face, and laughed hard. Turning around, I opened the drawer where he treasured porn, and took out a pornographic film of Japanese AV actress Dabu Anna that he hadn’t seen a few times, and played it on the computer CD. But I was stunned immediately, since I was going to do this, what about the semen? Do I want to grab his dick and help him beat it out?I feel nauseous just thinking about it. "Forget it, you idiot should not die." I squatted beside Bai Yan to observe his even breathing, so I took off the plastic gloves and sat in front of the computer. The more I thought about it, the more amusing I looked at Anna Dapu's soft and huge big breasts. Am I really not afraid that Bo Yan will die from an overdose?No, I'm still worried. But it was so much fun that I couldn't resist the temptation to do it. coming!My abs tense. I hurriedly stood up, knelt beside Bai Yan, aimed at his naked penis and sprayed, staining his glans and pubic hair with milky white. But he was still soundly asleep, and I almost died laughing! I took out a piece of toilet paper to wipe myself clean, and after checking through the crack of the door that no one was there, I calmly walked to the living room on the first floor to read the newspaper. "I don't know what this kid will think when he wakes up." I laughed loudly, using my laughter to bury some unnecessary worries. "What makes you so happy?" Lao Zhang opened the refrigerator and asked me casually. "There's a funny piece of news, ha." I smiled and answered casually. Ms. Chen just came back from get off work and nodded to me. Ms. Chen held the hand of the shorter boyfriend, who also smiled at me. I noticed that when Lao Zhang followed Ms. Chen and her boyfriend upstairs, his eyes never left her little butt. "Sneak in and stab her to death if you have the guts? Or hide in the closet and watch her being stabbed?" I thought to myself, Lao Zhang is really a soft-footed shrimp. I read the newspaper and read all the news. More than two hours passed, and the exhaustion after ejaculation made me want to take a nap. But I can't sleep because I want to disturb the bomb too. Yingru has been out for so long, which has exceeded the usual time for shopping and buying books. What is she going to buy?What are you going to do? In short, I want to fight back. Don't think that you are the only one who can scare people. I waited for Yingru to come back, and wanted to say a few words to her to scare her to death, but I couldn't wait for Yingru. "Could it be that Yingru ran away? Didn't come back again?" I became suspicious, but the regret in my heart was greater than the worry. Maybe I'm looking forward to Yingru's new tricks? I looked up at the clock, half past eleven. "So late?" I thought to myself. At this time, the sound of kela, kala came from the elevator. I woke up suddenly, but it was too late to correct my stupid behavior. How stupid!If Yingru went upstairs from the elevator behind the house, how could I meet Yingru?and…… "Yingru must have brought another person with her!" I was shocked and ran upstairs quickly. When Yingru was alone, she never used the elevator, and she threw the unconscious man on the toilet in the bathroom before going out at night, so she must be thinking about something bad! Listening to the sound of the elevator turning, I ran to the room with regret and turned on the TV. corridor. Yingru opened the door, followed by a childish-faced man, judging by the way he was dressed, he must be a cunning boy under twenty years old. He smiled happily, thinking that today was the golden night of his virginity. "Idiot." I couldn't help laughing. Next, it was the same script again. Coffee or water. Tell me about yourself. Yingru took the stupid boy's cup. Stupid boy fainted. Five flowers tied. I think that the problem is not the coffee beans, but the water, but this is not important, the important thing is what Yingru wants to do next. Yingru was lying on the bed reading a book about horoscope divination, which took two hours to read. This makes me very unbearable. My curiosity has become so strong that I keep talking to myself and giving random advice to the screen. "Take out that dead mouse and stuff it in his mouth! Teach this self-righteous brat a lesson!" "That snake venom! Hit the dick!" "Didn't you hear that injecting a small amount of air into a blood vessel will kill you? Try it! Let me open my eyes!" "Still want to play vivisection? Let him take more sleeping pills, and die while sleeping." I was going crazy thinking about it, but Yingru was so busy that I even dozed off while reading, and my mood became very bad. I was not even interested in watching Ms. Chen having sex with her boyfriend in the bathtub. It wasn't until two o'clock in the middle of the night that Yingru put down the book, and I was refreshed. Yingru entered the bathroom first, took a hot shower, and took a shower next to the man sitting on the toilet. The scene was so weird that it made people unable to arouse any sexual desire. After taking a bath, Yingru wrapped herself in a towel , After filling the syringe with milk, without even aiming at the blood vessel, it was directly inserted into the fainting toilet man's thigh. As soon as the syringe was pressed to the bottom, I covered my eyes and screamed for pain. That man was really miserable, I guess he still had a fever, but after taking a shower, Yingru didn't have the slightest interest in drying the drenched man, and just let him sit half-dead on the toilet to rot. But Yingru was much gentler to the little boy who had just been captured. She took out a few sleeping pills, smashed them up, fed him carefully, then took out the syringe that was used to inject milk just now, and filled it with dark soy sauce , looking at the sleeping boy. What are you thinking? Yingru stroked the boy's arm, as if looking for more obvious veins. "It's really hard to guess. If you keep typing, the order will be messed up... Could it be that you can't wait for him to start dehydrating, so you want to punch things in?" I was quite interested, because this time I quite agree. Yingru's style of quick treatment.I can't wait either. Yingru smiled, and sure enough, inserted the unsterilized needle hole into the boy's arm, allowing the soy sauce to slowly soak into the blood vessels. My mouth opened wider as the soy sauce poured more and more. "It's so salty." I almost died laughing. Although I don't think that there will be so much soy sauce in the blood, it will definitely not have an optimistic ending. The drastic change in osmotic pressure is probably enough to make the red blood cells explode. Shrunken. The boy slept soundly, and let Yingru pour about 300 mg of soy sauce continuously without any complaints. I thought he would be thrown into the bathroom in a few days. Yingru fell asleep. I also close my eyes. Doesn't she know she's just teasing people casually?Or is it an arrangement that has been out of step?All in all it's hard for me to gauge her behavior, but I don't think it's a one-sided tragic situation anymore. Unpredictable, but not at all tragic. Yingru's elusiveness, and what hidden madness is about to be exposed before my eyes, made me feel excited and curious. Of course, I'm not prepared to throw in the towel, and I won't lose. Because I see more than her.