Chapter 9 Chapter 8 Evolution of Moral Civilization

Don't mention Yingru anymore, I have a headache now. Tell me about the other tenants. Bai Yan, who was stunned by me for the second time, walked around the room like a wandering spirit after waking up. I heard that people who fell asleep due to the medicine would have some sequelae of amnesia, but I have never heard of it. It has not been verified, I can only detect one or two from Bai Yan's blank eyes and body movements that don't know where to go. Naked, he sat on the bed for a while, sat on the toilet for a while, pondered hard in front of the computer screen for a while, and returned to the bed when he first woke up, trying to piece together things that didn’t exist at all. Trivial memory.

His only clue is the self-talk I left on the chat log the night before: "I will disappear!" In the next few days, after Bo Yan drank the orange soda that he didn't finish before going out, I stripped him off as usual, stuffed him into the closet, and let him wake up holding the computer screen and keyboard inside. Once again, after he drank the remaining pearl milk tea from last night, I tore off all the posters hanging in his room, opened the CD case, and I shot the CDs all over the ground like Frisbees, and then carried him Go to the roof and wrap his naked body with a quilt.

On top of that, I turned on his computer to find a horror web novel centered on his screen. refrigerator.That was my inspiration for designing Bo Yan. I believe that Bai Yan will gradually understand his potential ability and step by step to his proper position.As long as the time is right, everything will blossom and bear fruit. If you think it's too ridiculous, I can't explain more to you. Experiment? Find someone to experiment and you will understand that people are willing to believe anything, and sometimes even the more counter-evidence you give, the more people are convinced by their own absurd ideas.

The beautiful Ms. Chen has a good way of dealing with her two boyfriends, and they are not aware of the other's existence from the beginning to the end. Ms. Chen's wardrobe will never appear in another man's clothes. Her memory is first-rate, and she will always remember to take off the other person's clothes and replace them with the clothes of another night guest. She will not call another person's name by mistake when calling for bed. She remembered the sensitive parts of the two men, their favorite poses, their size and the color of their lipstick. Every morning she packs up the trash and places it outside the door, the bag containing condoms and milky slurry wrapped in toilet paper.

She took care of everything very well, without flaws. But I have the key. Lao Zhang also has it. Lao Zhang skipped classes more and more during the day, and he spent more and more time in Miss Chen's room. He no longer just put his face on the toilet mat and fantasized, he crawled into the pink kitty bed, wriggling like a leech, not afraid of leaving his body odor on Miss Chen's bed. Obsessed with lust, he gradually lost his mind. The speed of breaking the dike is much faster than I expected. You know, people really cannot be underestimated. The spirit of all things is not a slogan.

The day before yesterday, the day after I carried Bo Yan to the rooftop and wrapped him in a cotton bag, Lao Zhang actually fell asleep in Ms. Chen's bed. I opened my mouth wide and stared blankly in front of the screen at the out-of-control old Zhang taking a nap and snoring unconsciously. When I was thinking about how to wake him up, Ms. Chen actually took a strange man by the arm. Walking into the house, I looked at the pinhole camera on the ceiling fan in the living room and jumped up in fright. Oh my god, it's only 4:06 in the afternoon, Miss Chen actually skipped work, and even walked in with old men other than her two boyfriends!

It's weird, I don't need to flip through my notebook to remember clearly, today is Thursday, Miss Chen always spends the night alone on Thursday, right?Is the next Thursday the third man's night? No matter so much, since it happened, it happened, I quickly picked up the receiver and called Miss Chen's room. Ring ring ring ring ring ring???? Old Zhang's eyes widened, and he suddenly sat up. I hung up the phone and clutched the TV nervously. Miss Chen smiled stickily on the shoulder of the strange man. The strange man's hair was half black and half white, and the brown age spots on his face were covered with a shy smile.

Go upstairs slowly. Old Zhang was taken aback, lifted the quilt, got out of bed in a clumsy and flustered manner, and walked to the door. Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride... The sound of Miss Chen's high heels, the laughter of a strange man, the sound of my heart beating. Lao Zhang opened the closet and hid himself in it. I tried to think of any way to save Lao Zhang. I looked at Ms. Chen's room on the TV. The quilt was spread out on the bed in a mess. Ms. Chen didn't go out until she folded it. I can only naively pray that Miss Chen's clever mind is blinded by the man's rough actions.

The door opens. Before the strange man had time to close the door, the belt on his fat waist was immediately untied by Ms. Chen skillfully. bump!The man's back hit the door and his pants slipped off. Then hold it. The old man over forty looked at Miss Chen who was kneeling on the ground in disbelief. He slowly stretched out his hands and held Miss Chen's head tightly.He has been conquered by Miss Chen's impatient actions, and the expression on his face is rapidly aging. This kind of scene makes people blush and heartbeat no matter how many times I watch it, but at this moment, I only care about the big wardrobe next to Ms. Chen.

I can seem to hear Lao Zhang's frightened heartbeat in the dark, and a pair of owl eyes eager to penetrate the closet.