Chapter 7 Chapter 6 The End of Life

That night, I watched Yingru go back to the room on the bed. Yingru lifted the red cloth, and the young man's face was ashen and pale, as if he was dead, because Yingru didn't beat him any more, just lay on the bed reading and sleeping, she just touched his neck Son, pat him on the face. And Mr. Wang, who had been drinking, sat in a chair all night thinking about something amidst Ms. Chen's fluctuating wild beast-like bed calls. He didn't hug his daughter to sleep as usual. I missed him. In fact, I really want to choose the end of social evolution, rather than the extreme primitive part.

But his behavior of sitting in a chair all night in a daze only revealed his sadness that he dared not approach the bed. When others need help, we must lend a helping hand. After I woke up early in the morning, I went to an old pharmacy I knew nearby to buy a lot of sleeping pills. The owner of the pharmacy was a middle school classmate from my country named Qin. The Qin store used to have his father's license, but now that his father is dead, he rented one from someone else. Qin himself has not even passed the test for a pharmacy student's license, but he has various ways to make money.

"You buy so many mixed sleeping pills, don't you think you want to kill yourself?" Qin just said casually, even if I answered "yes", he would still sell it to me.He is that kind of person. "No, I just want to pick up girls." I smiled and put the money on the table. Qin collected the money and laughed commercially. "By the way, do you have aphrodisiac here?" I asked directly, anyway, the only language here is only two, "Yes or no?", "How much?". "Viagra? How much?" Qin asked. "I don't want Viagra, I want aphrodisiacs." I asked, there was no room for negotiation.

"There are no aphrodisiacs in this world, only hormones and hormones. If you want them, I'll help you find them." Qin didn't talk too much, and made five fingers. "I want ten, in two days." I said. "Come and get it tomorrow." Qin lit a cigarette and said, "As always, these things are effective, but I don't care if something happens." "Yes." I said.Of course. the next day. Mr. Wang's room is very simple, just like what I saw on the screen. I opened the kettle and wanted to throw a small packet of aphrodisiacs in it, but I held back when I smelled the strange smell of the powder.

Ting Qin said that the ingredients in the aphrodisiacs made by this underground factory are very mixed. There are traditional Chinese medicine for strengthening yang and western medicine Viagra, and they are also mixed with strange human hormones. It doesn't seem to work. When I smell it, the smell is quite strange, much worse than colorless and tasteless, and it will definitely be found when it is added to hot water. I recall this room in the screen. There is. I opened the cabinet and took out Mr. Wang's liver medicine. Mr. Wang would take one pill every night before going to bed. I secretly blessed that the medicine was a capsule instead of a pill, because I couldn't see it clearly from the screen.

Unscrewed the can, luckily it was actually a capsule. The time of sneaking in was extremely stressful, so I couldn't stay inside for too long. After memorizing the name of the medicine and the size of the jar, I walked out of the room to the pharmacy, trying to buy the same liver medicine capsules as Qin. "Is there something wrong with your liver?" Qin looked at me disapprovingly. I shook my head, there was nothing to pretend. Qin kneaded and pinched her nose with her fingers, just like Chu Liuxiang. "Let me put it this way, the capsules in this jar of medicine are very common, do you want to buy them out from me?" Qin seemed to see through my mind.

"Okay, thanks." I smiled, Qin this guy is really interesting sometimes. "Just come and visit me more often." Qin said earnestly, "But don't come to me if you eat someone dead." It's the old rule. So, I bought three hundred empty capsules. I calmly opened the capsule in my room and replaced it with aphrodisiac powder, then went to Mr. Wang's room, poured out all the liver medicine capsules, and replaced it with my version, without missing a single one. Next is Lao Zhang. There were about thirty unopened bottles of expired milk under Lao Zhang's bed, as well as an opened bottle of fruit-flavored milk. The purpose was very clear.

I grabbed a little bit of the aphrodisiac and threw it down, shaking it, hoping that Lao Zhang's iron stomach would not be too resistant to the aphrodisiac. "One by one, don't worry." I smiled and walked out of Lao Zhang's house carefully. I walked to the fourth floor and looked at Yingru's door. At 3:30 in the afternoon, she was writing a novel on the bed at this time. Before I sneaked into the room of Mr. Wang and Lao Zhang, she had already thrown the suspected dead young man into the bathroom, put it together with the black plastic bag, and then I've been typing on the keyboard in bed all the time.

"Are you kidnapping and killing people to write a novel?" I thought to myself, looking at the door. But what novel needs such a personal experience of horror?horror story?Detective story?Noir fantasy? No, this is too unreasonable. The rewards for this kind of novels cannot be so rich that it is worth Yingru's risk. These days, only romance novels can be embraced by the masses and earn huge royalties. I think it's probably Yingru's own psychopath. The scariest thing about her is her random messing around. Bai Yan had already left for class an hour ago, I gently opened the door, lifted the unfinished instant noodles on his desk, and threw in a stronger sleeping pill than last time.

This kid has poor hygienic habits. He will definitely finish eating the unfinished instant noodles without even needing to heat them up. "Later, I will help you develop new abilities." I am very happy. My notebook has long been filled with every progress of Bai Yan's "ability development". He can be said to be an indispensable "first gear" in my plan. I carefully opened the door of Bai Yan's room, and looked through the crack to see if Yingru, who was opposite me, had come out.I do mind her existence. No. I walked out of Bai Yan's room and closed the door.

The front door swung open. "Mr. Landlord?" Yingru greeted with a smile. "Okay." I nodded and smiled. Did she see me coming out of Bai Yan's room? "Thank you so much last night." I laughed. "But I noticed that you don't eat much of my cooking. Is it because my cooking skills are poor?" Yingru felt embarrassed. Why did she open the door at this time? "How? I just feel..." I was a little incoherent. "Aren't you used to eating?" Yingru looked at me. Why does she always choose this moment that suffocates me? Could it be that she has telepathy? "It's not your fault. I have been picky since I was a child. I feel really embarrassed when I think about it." I apologized. "Yeah." Yingru nodded. What to do? If she sees me coming out of Bai Yan's room, I must not let her have the opportunity to ask me what I did in there, because I am not ready for the answer at all! "By the way, Yingru, aren't you a writer? Ha, I went to the bookstore recently, but I didn't see any of your books. I guess you used a pseudonym? Can you tell me!" I was very interested. "Actually speaking, I can't be regarded as a writer..." Yingru smiled slightly. I had an idea, I should take this opportunity to learn more about Yingru, and I should seize the opportunity both in public and in private. Yu Gong, getting to know Yingru will help me realize my plan. In private, who has the opportunity to chat with a perverted murderer who likes to kill and cook? "Yingru, do you have time? I would like to invite you to drink tea and have a meal and chat." I interrupted Yingru and said enthusiastically, "I want to know more about you. To be honest, I have nothing to chat with. My friend, ha, it’s embarrassing to say, I haven’t had a good conversation with a person in a long time.” Yingru narrowed her eyes. I tried my best to spread the smile onto Yingru's face. "Okay, why don't you come to my room and drink coffee, I'll make coffee for you." Yingru smiled innocently, but I still have the vigilance to survive. I swallowed dryly. "That's so embarrassing, I remember Ms. Zhang said that she is not a local when she first came to rent a house, I know there is a great coffee shop nearby, what do you think!" I clapped my hands, expressing that I couldn't wait. "I'm sorry to make you spend money, I'm pretty good at brewing coffee." Yingru's smile was irresistible. Except me. "No, how dare I enter the girl's room. That coffee shop is really nice. I've wanted to go there for a long time, but I feel so lonely by myself. I'm so sorry! So I treat you, don't be polite! "I said hurriedly, and almost had to take out the money. "Okay." Yingru finally nodded. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Cafe. Yingru ordered a glass of lady.This surprised me. I have never seen Yingru, who is addicted to coffee, add milk to his coffee.She always has a way of surprising me. I ordered a glass of Irish, and asked for an extra stack of chocolate biscuits and a stack of croissants. "Thank you for your hospitality," Yingru said. "Ha, don't be so polite, do you think it's okay here?" I smiled.A random cup of coffee here costs about two hundred yuan, and if I can't make it through, I can't help it. "It's very good here." Yingru said politely, sniffed the coffee and smiled, "However, you should try my coffee some other day, at least it's much cheaper than here, and the taste is not bad." "Really?" I smiled, and there was another burst of cold sweat on my back. Fortunately, this is a public place. Yingru observed the milk dizziness on the coffee, pushed aside a milk ball, and slowly poured it in again. The milk fell into the coffee drop by drop, and the stiffness spread. Yingru watched in fascination. "By the way, you mentioned in the hallway that you're not actually a writer...what do you mean?" I asked.Get to know her profession as a chat starter. "I'm a writer for a publishing house who specializes in ghostwriting." Yingru raised her head and explained, "I write for various writers, publishing houses, and various subjects, and finally put their names on it." "Oh...so that's why I can't find your work. But since you can write something, why don't you just put your name on it? Wouldn't it be better? If you take royalties, the money you get Should be more." I asked. "Not everyone is interested in being famous, like me." Yingru explained softly: "Writing under someone else's name, you can try more subjects and have more opportunities. As long as you are willing to work hard to research new things , I am not afraid of not having a job, but if I put my name on it, if I fail once, the next chance will be far away.” Research something new? What kind of research do you need to do by messing with other people's bodies? Is it a perverted murder novel? "What about recently? What are you writing recently?" I asked. "Recently, I'm helping Ms. Jiang write a book on personal financial planning, these things are popular these days." Yingru added another milk ball. "Miss Jiang?" I was curious. "This is a business secret." Yingru smiled heartily. If I was really interested in continuing to ask, she would definitely not hide it.But I am not interested in other people's business. "Would it be tiring for you to do ghostwriting for someone like you and still have to study and do your own research?" I asked. "Yes." Yingru said. "Then what do you usually do for fun? Do you cook like yesterday?" I smiled. "Chat online, travel, think about things, make coffee. You are really like a reporter." Yingru added another milk ball.But she hasn't had a sip yet. "Ha, chatting online, it's hard to learn new things at my age." I said to myself. "Where's Mr. Landlord himself?" Yingru looked at me curiously, but I knew she wasn't interested in me at all, she was just playing poorly. "I read newspapers and watch TV. My days are muddled. Thanks to your group of tenants, my life, which is almost boring, has changed a little. I sit face to face with a beautiful girl and drink coffee like this. , I never imagined that before." I said, this is also true. "Doesn't Mr. Landlord have a girlfriend?" Yingru asked.Five milk balls had fallen into her coffee. I think she was just playing with her coffee, Yingru didn't intend to drink it from the beginning. "I've handed over one or two before, but the older I get, the less I achieve, and there are no good women to approach me. And I'm lazy." I said, which is also true. "Yeah." Yingru lowered her head, playing with the foam on the coffee with a spoon. For a long time, neither of them spoke. I flipped through the movie magazines on the table and ate chocolate biscuits, while Yingru, like an ancient gypsy, studied the white images on the coffee again and again, trying to divine something from them. Sometimes, I would point to stars in movie magazines or movie stills and ask her what she thought, but the conversation between the two of them became less and less. That's fine. There are not many rules of life that I firmly believe in, but the first one is: the less you have to talk about, the more you can see the state of a person's heart. Because there are fewer and fewer false words to disguise, and the truth is waiting to be revealed. "Have you, yourself, ever thought that your life may have come to an end?" Yingru stopped peeling the milk balls, and suddenly threw this strange question at me. I was taken aback, but I wasn't that shocked. "I never thought about it. After all, it's my own life." I smiled wryly, "No matter how boring, life still has to go on." That's right, just have more fun. "The end doesn't necessarily mean death, nor does it mean that you can't continue to live a comfortable and good life." Yingru gently refuted what I just said. Her eyes have become a little different from before, but I can't tell what is different. I've never had a talent for "point out ten ways these two paintings are different" puzzle questions. "Oh?" I thought, the best way to get her to talk would be to hold back for a while. "The end is a life that does not change and goes round and round without possibility. Too many people in this society have come to an end. Some people have reached the end at the age of thirty, some have reached the end at the age of twenty, and some are only in their teens. It's the end." Yingru was still smiling, but the quality of that smile had changed. But I can only feel and comprehend, but I can't tell the real subtle changes, just like expired milk, if you don't taste and smell it, you will never find that the pure white has become rotten and acidified. "Repeated and repeated? I thought that life is like a line that keeps moving forward and stops until death. How can it be repeated?" I couldn't help asking. "If a person's life is like most other people, it is a cycle. Everyone is repeating another person's life, repeating going to school, repeating making friends, repeating buying a car and house, repeating getting married Having a child, repeating the same life as hundreds of millions of others, even laughing and crying, don’t you think this is a kind of repetition?” The smell under Yingru’s smile is getting more and more corrupt. "It always sounds weird." I said, "But for a person, something that has not been experienced personally means that he has not experienced it. If he has not experienced it, where is the repetition?" I protested, because this repeated statement hurt me deeply. Although my life is like a groundhog that keeps burrowing into the ground, and there is no possibility of seeing the light, but to say that I repeat In the life of many people, why didn't I marry a wife and have children, why am I not as rich as Bill Gates? "If you want to experience it, read books, read novels, watch TV, and read comics. There are many people who show their lives that are constantly being repeated. The more you read those things, the easier it is to repeat other people's lives. Since the process is repeated, The result is not much different, since there is not much difference, it has come to an end, from then on the process of collaging other people’s life to your own life, from then on again and again, from this cycle, vortex, black hole, falling.” Yingru’s words became more and more Not like everyday spoken language, but like a well-thought-out speech. A frustrating speech. "You mean, don't watch too much TV?" I said nonsense. "No, quite the opposite." Yingru's answer surprised me. "Oh?" Me. "Watch more TV, watch movies and listen to the radio, and you will know that there are many channels in this society to tell a person that no matter how hard you try, you will inevitably become another person who has been "become".This is very good. If you know that you are just a small thing in the collective cycle that can be easily replaced, no, or even a small thing that does not need to be replaced, you can realize that life has actually come to an end earlier. "Yingru began to peel the milk balls again. "Even if it is really a cycle and repetition, what is the benefit of realizing it early? There are many people who don't know how to live a lifetime but are happy. Even if they know, they can live a lifetime happily, right?" I was a little dissatisfied, But there was still a smile on his face. "You're right, many people can still laugh at the end." Yingru smiled: "When you can laugh, don't cry. This is human nature." "Ah?" I hesitated, not knowing how to proceed.The logic of the dialogue has gotten a little out of focus. However, I have already begun to guess Yingru's reason for kidnapping people to mess with the experiment. "By the way, do you, think, think, your life has come to an end?" Yingru did not forget the question just now. "If what you just said is true, why should I be an exception? I am ordinary to the extreme." I said bitterly. Yingru looked at me with interest. Those eyes can't be called sharp, but those eyes are a kind of reflection that is so clear that I can't resist, which makes me feel hairy. "You haven't arrived yet." Yingru said word by word. I do not understand. Not understanding is also written on the face. "Everyone has many opportunities to carve out the vast sea and sky behind the end, but they don't dare to do so, and they just get stuck in the end." Yingru said, making me feel elated. "Oh? Then why not chisel?" I asked. "Because everyone is afraid of being different from others." Yingru said faintly: "Everyone is afraid that they are different from the others on the screen, so they are all stuck at the end and can't move at all. Occasionally someone moves, it's better Those who are not orthodox are regarded as deviant, and those who are close to it are called outdated.” I couldn't help but nodded.Popularity has always been to move forward collectively and turn to the right. "Then why do you think I haven't reached the end yet?" I couldn't help being a little happy, no matter what kind of praise, as long as it is added to my head, I am happy. "Because, I can see the end. Although I don't know why you haven't reached the end yet, maybe you have been there and retreated, or maybe you are trying to avoid it, but after all you haven't reached the long queue that the group continues to repeat here." Yingru's pupils dilated very wide. For a moment, I seemed to be chained in an immobile darkness. "Besides, from my physical reaction, I don't feel the smell of the end." Yingru smiled, but I clearly knew it was definitely not a smile. "Your body reaction?" I couldn't help straightening my body. "Everyone has come to the end, and they all become the end, and I can't stay long before the end." Yingru took a sip of the lady's coffee filled with white milk, which was her first sip. "What happens if you stay too long?" I asked. I think this is the answer to all the questions. "I'll chisel it open." Yingru put down her coffee.It's empty.