Chapter 8 Chapter 7 1/2 Mouse

Later I went back to the old house with Yingru. When walking side by side with her, my breathing will no longer be messy and rapid, nor will I subconsciously move my hands and feet together. Should I say that I am no longer afraid of Yingru?That could not have been more wrong. I just feel close, or a sense of being identified. I, still, no, arrive, end, head, do you? The feeling of being recognized made me involuntarily admire Yingru, even breathing respectfully. But I am still afraid of Yingru. Because this is the root of my admiration for her, and it is also the starting point of my identification with her.

"We'll have a chance to talk more in the future." I said, standing on the stairs and waving. "Okay." Yingru said with her usual elegant smile. Yingru went back to her room. I went back to the TV. While thinking about strange questions, I watched the tenants returning to their rooms one after another on TV. Question one. If Yingru invites me into her room for coffee, will she also knock me unconscious? "Yes, she scares me for a reason. She always scares me. She doesn't care if I'm at the end." I raised my hand, asking myself and answering. Therefore, in the future, I will still refuse the invitation to take my life.

Question two. Yingru said she could see the end, is she mentally ill or something?Or a superhuman?Or nonsense? "I don't know if it's because she doesn't want to go to the end of the cycle, so she just got up and made a big fight?" I raised my hand and discussed to myself. But this kind of inference of direct cause and effect is definitely not applicable to Yingru, especially I don’t know that there are several obscure and bizarre life theories embedded in her, maybe there is a theory called "Life is constantly experimenting", or The theory that "static abuse is a noble character", or does she have the habit of making up all kinds of strange life theories?

I thought about it piecemeal, then Lao Zhang came back, drank the dirty and lecherous expired milk at 7:12, Bo Yan came back at 8, and ate up the leftovers from last night at 9:30 The sleepy instant noodles that I ordered died lying in front of the computer desk at 9:40. Mr. Wang and Xiaomei Wang came back at 5:30, and now it is 10:08, and there is still some time before Mr. Wang's battle between heaven and man. The aphrodisiac that Lao Zhang drank was actually not heavy, because I had to "control" the moment of Lao Zhang's decisive explosion.The weight of the first few times was light, and it was enough to trigger Lao Zhang’s reverie, but the most critical one must be bombarded by an overweight weight.

So tonight, Lao Zhang just lay on the floor, wriggling sadly listening to Miss Chen's groans, and half an hour later, he went up to the rooftop by himself with a telescope. As long as there is only one thing in a person's mind, his behavior is quite predictable. Lao Zhang is the best example. All his behaviors are tied to the single word "color" by an invisible thread. I just need to squat down , Cover your ears and light the tail of the firecracker, and Lao Zhang will fly into the sky by himself. Before Mr. Wang swallowed the pill, I observed Yingru’s movements in the room (she ignored the young man lying next to the black plastic bag in the bathroom, took a shower, and lay comfortably on the bed typing on the computer), Then he walked downstairs gently and opened Bai Yan's room.

The chat window on Bai Yan's computer screen was even open, and the other party kept throwing messages over, waiting for Bai Yan's reply. I moved Bo Yan to the bed, sat on his seat, and threw a few random messages. The other party seemed to be a girl Bo Yan met on the Internet, called "the cat lying on the piano". I haven't chatted with anyone on the Internet, I'm past that age; but I can still recognize the phonetic symbols on the keyboard, the "Enter" key, and the best-selling online book "Part 1" that I bought at the bookstore a few days ago One-time intimate contact", I studied it thoroughly for the sake of killing Bo Yan.

"Doo... are you asleep :(" It's so disgusting, Bai Yan, a dead college student, actually gave himself a nickname of "Dudu Dog". "Hmm...I just found another me... :)" I tapped. "^^ Another you??? What is that???" "The other me is already asleep... now I'm like a butterfly that just popped out of its shell... it feels amazing..." "I don't understand :P" "I'm the new me? I used to be like an ugly and ordinary caterpillar? But now I feel like I'm changing even when I breathe *^^*" "Wow...so powerful...is it because you met me (Daishin)!"

big heart?What it is?Are young people of this age making up characters indiscriminately? "Hahaha? It's possible? I'm going to explore soon??? Exploring my difference!" "How do you go on an adventure? (The eyes of anticipation are shining @o@)" "I'm going to disappear! Phew????" After typing the last four words, I ignored the messages that the stupid cat kept throwing. I took off all the clothes on Bai Yan, and threw the clothes I took off in all directions. "Hurry up and use the nunchaku, hum ha ha? You can scream all day long!" I smiled and took Boyan's hands, stuffed him under my bed, then opened the closet, and put the clothes hanging on the hanger After making a mess, close the wardrobe carefully.

"Go to sleep." I couldn't stop laughing, and I sat on his computer and fired another shot. After shooting all over the ground, I threw the toilet paper that had wiped my dick on the ground. Go back to the room and stare at another dark screen. I sat on the bed and watched Mr. Wang fidgeting on the toilet in the bathroom, his naked body drenched in hot water. He swallowed the pill half an hour ago, and Xiaomei Wang had already slept soundly in Xilihulu. "Should be drenched in cold water, right? Poured in hot water is obviously not a good thing." I narrated. Naked, Mr. Wang walked to Xiaomei Wang's bed and stared at her.

From this angle, I couldn't see Mr. Wang's ferocious face clearly, and I couldn't help but sigh in vain. That expression of fighting between heaven and man must be very acting and distorted. Mr. Wang's shoulders drooped and his chest protruded. "It's useless to take a deep breath, and there's no point in pretending to hesitate. No one is watching you, you're just acting for your own conscience...if you still think you have that viscera called conscience." I Laughing at Mr. Wang's unnecessary actions. This kind of thing happens a lot in this world.

Dad will rape his daughter, no matter if the daughter is mentally retarded, young, or just big enough, as long as the father wants to fuck his daughter, there will be a routine battle between angels and demons, but these are all hypocrisy. As I mentioned, the second rule of life I abide by tells me that whenever there is a battle between heaven and man, conscience sings itself. After the singing is over, the good show will debut. So I will never waste time talking to my conscience. After all, what I can do will still be done after all.As time passed, I couldn't find my conscience to talk to me anymore. "Hurry up. Didn't you give birth to your own daughter? You just agree to this kind of thing, right?" I narrated. But Mr. Wang is a man with hairy hair, so he was welded in front of the bed so rigidly, his feet were welded, and his second child was also welded. After two hours of soldering, I stared at the screen between half asleep and half asleep. I was almost bored to death. Mr. Wang still stood in front of his daughter like the Statue of Liberty. I wondered if he was standing asleep. I kept switching screens, waiting, and waiting. One yawn after another. Finally, Mr. Wang landed on the small sofa beside the bed like a meteorite and fell asleep. His conscience drama was too long, causing the effect of the medicine to slip away from him. "You bastard, what kind of a hero in the incest world is you who procrastinates?" I cursed a few times and fell asleep. On the second and third days, Mr. Wang imitated the stone statue and stood in front of the bed every night, and every time, I missed his wonderful desire monologue because of the angle of the camera. To admire his amazing endurance. But Mr. Wang has been pinching his testicles and refusing to make trouble, so I had no choice but to take out my script and edit out more than half of it.However, under the circumstances that the result still cannot be changed, the difficulty of compiling the script has increased greatly, which made me really think hard for several days. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I still have to mention Yingru, on the afternoon of the second day I chatted with her, she opened the cabinet, took out an oversized suitcase, went downstairs from the elevator at the back of the house, and didn't come back until nine o'clock in the evening. I looked at the elevator on the monitor, and Yingru was wearing a blue sportswear and running shoes. It was really inexplicable. When she went out, she was obviously wearing a white one-piece dress? Not only did Yingru change her clothes, but the suitcase leaning against her feet also looked very heavy.You can tell by the way she drags the box. There must be a person in the box. dead. Only a dead person cut into pieces can fit into a suitcase of this size. "I'm really defeated by you. Others pretend to be corpses and throw them away. Your old man went outside to pick up corpses and pile them up. Are you planning to cook soup for us?" I was puzzled, but I began to appreciate her black action style . I watched Yingru walk into the room with a suitcase on the screen, and I still couldn't help but find it funny. There was a black body bag and a corpse piled up in her bathroom, but she didn't think it was enough trouble, so she went to Found one outside. clap. Yingru opened the suitcase. I was so dumbfounded that I almost applauded! Inside was a little girl with disheveled hair, a primary school uniform, and a blue pleated skirt.About age... "Fifth grade?" I zoomed the camera to the maximum. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be unconscious. Uncharacteristically, Yingru tied the little girl to a chair and sealed her mouth with tape, then opened the scary little wooden box under the bed and took out the glass bottle that I was most afraid of. The one soaking the dead mouse. Then sat on the bed and looked at the little girl. "Snapped!" Yingru slapped the little girl's face so hard that she almost knocked over the chair. The little girl's nose was bleeding, and her eyes slowly opened. At a loss. "Good little girl, Sister Zhang is going to help you find the end of your life!" I couldn't help laughing. The little girl's chest was panting fiercely, her eyes were filled with horror and hesitation... Cough, to be frank, I can't see clearly from the small screen what kind of fear is in the eyes of that unfortunate little girl. I just project the mood of "if it were me" on the little girl, which is enough to make people cry. I feel cold all over. Yingru was holding the glass jar, shaking it in front of the little girl's black and white eyeballs, the swollen dead mouse was suspended in the unknown liquid, approaching, retreating, approaching, retreating towards the little girl's face with its teeth and claws. The little girl desperately wanted to dodge this terrifying nightmare, her feet struggled to move backwards, and the chair almost fell backwards. I really want to know how Yingru kidnapped the little girl into the box... But I think this question is a secondary entertainment for Yingru, the important thing is that she has a new toy. The little girl closed her eyes and simply did not look at the rat corpse. I could clearly see the trembling of her whole body. It was a very violent shaking. Seeing that the little girl closed her eyes, Yingru stood up in satisfaction, picked up a bottle of flower sprayer from the cabinet, and sprayed it on the little girl's face. The violent vibrations on the little girl's body suddenly stopped, like a puppet whose control strings were suddenly cut. Seeing this scene, the panic in my heart could not be calmed down for a long time. "If I had gone into Yingru's room..." I muttered to myself. Besides that ordinary sprayer, what other murder weapon is there in Yingru's room? I couldn't be thankful that I escaped death, my heart was gripping along with my limbs. Yingru went to the bathroom, dumped the dead mouse on the washbasin, and took out the big tailor scissors I lent her. Click. The rat's head was immediately severed from its carcass. Yingru took the spoon, held the mouse's head on the spoon, and walked out of the bathroom. "Hmm..." I realized that my feet had been lifted off the ground, and my hands were tightly hugging my chest. Yingru tore off the tape that sealed the little girl's mouth, and put the fuzzy mouse head into her mouth, her movements seemed to let the little girl's tongue press the dirty thing. If it were me, I would be so stuck. Then, Yingru re-attached the seal, returned to the bathroom, and poured the remains of the dead mouse and the corpse water into the glass jar again. The scene was unspeakably strange. She stared at the male corpse lying on the ground and the black big Plastic bags are ignored.I couldn't help but worry about the annoying smell of corpses. then then then then... Yingru put away the big suitcase, changed out of her sportswear, and lay on the bed to read. Title: One Hundred Reasons to Live in the World. I can't laugh.The two emotions of disgust and admiration collided in my body at the same time. Contradictory, but mutual growth. I have forgotten when the little girl woke up. But it was very difficult to forget her face, Yingru held a glass jar and waved it expressionlessly in front of her. A mouse without a head. Creeping thorns under the tongue. The little girl knew right away what was going on, I had never imagined such an expression on a human face. It was a terrific, devastating breakdown. The leg of the chair was broken, and the frenzied emotions never stopped in the asymmetrical age, like a beast, roaring and crawling out of the screen. hit me. Half an hour later, Yingru picked up the nebulizer and once again put the little girl's nauseating nightmare to rest. Tear off the seal, pour out the rat carcass, cut off the upper body, spoon, mouth, seal, can. Then the little girl woke up again. The mouse corpse, which lost its upper body, floated in front of her eyes like a magic, shaking and wriggling. Yingru's eyes were looking at the little girl through the glass jar. The little girl's mouth was bulging, and there was no need to think about the feeling of fullness. She couldn't cry out, but I clearly heard a shrill and sharp howl. She wasn't even crying, but I was already in tears, twisted together stiffly. The little girl's eyes widened, they were so big and so big, black and white, so big and so big. That was no longer a human expression. I am no longer human either. Yingru touched the little girl's chest, took out the big suitcase she had just packed, and packed the little girl up. Put it in the corner. Later, when Yingru went upstairs to ask me for a big black plastic bag and a kitchen knife, I wasn't as frightened and excited as before, bewildered and speechless. I just opened the drawer and handed her a roll of thick plastic bags. It was the listlessness of having seen the endless nothingness of a black hole. I suspect that I have temporarily lost my heartbeat, temporarily lost the sense of fear of Yingru, or, temporarily lost the fear that I should have for any fear. Then I quietly ate the tasteless bento, watching Yingru use a kitchen knife to cut up the young man lying in the bathroom in front of the TV, and put them into plastic bags piece by piece. Two plastic bags, one big and one small. A large suitcase silently in the corner.