Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

Xu Minglang avoided the window, but before he could swing the ax round, the living dead rushed over, biting the air like a mad dog.

"What a broken axe, it's so heavy!" Xu Minglang hurriedly held the ax horizontally and blocked it in front of his chest, so as to prevent the throat from being bitten into two pieces, and the flashlight also fell to the ground.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, this kind of double fear of being deprived of sight and being zombies, but anyone who has not experienced it would not understand at all, so he turned his head back desperately to dodge, and his arms gradually became sore.

"Zhou Xuerong...give me some insight..."

But Zhou Xuerong was muttering something he couldn't understand.

"It wasn't him, he wouldn't be here...I should have known..."

"I'll go... what are you thinking about over there!"

Zhou Xuerong was already in a daze, repeating those words compulsively, like a lunatic.

"Zhou Xuerong!!" Xu Minglang was now in a dilemma, he could only try to wake up the other party with weak words, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Be sober!!"

Zhou Xuerong stopped murmuring, turned to Xu Minglang blankly, took a few seconds to understand what was happening before him, and said, "Is it Brother Lang?"

"Yeah! It's me! I'm dying..." Seeing that the stinky saliva was about to drip into his neck, the strength of his arms was gradually losing strength, and his teeth had already touched his neck several times... ...

Zhou Xuerong rushed straight over, with a violent jump, his legs were twisted around the neck of the living dead, the movement was so fast that Xu Minglang didn't see it clearly, only heard the crisp sound like dead branches breaking, the hideous face that was approaching him just now, now There is only one back of the head.

The dry body fell down and returned to its original state.Chinese people often say that the dead are the greatest, and Xu Minglang felt emotional. The people behind this scene are really terrible, and they even manipulate the corpses like puppets. This kind of practice is completely devoid of humanity. Jing, might faint.

Xu Minglang said "no offense intended" silently in his heart, picked up the flashlight, and shone it on the corpse ring on the left hand of the corpse. As a result, he had never heard of this person's name. He stood up and wanted to ask Zhou Xuerong if he knew this person, but Zhou Xuerong snapped Raised the ax against him...

The tip of Xu Minglang's nose felt cold, and he didn't even have the intention to hide. Then a stench erupted suddenly, and his face was a little wet. He reached out to touch it, but saw the blood plasma and sticky debris on his fingers. Meat.

"Zhou Xuerong..." Xu Minglang stared blankly at the splash of blood in front of him, Zhou Xuerong's side face was directly shot by the flashlight, it should be too dazzling to open his eyes, but he didn't blink like a puppet, Let those foul-smelling bodily fluids splash on your face, and then you can't hide under the lights.

Xu Minglang thought of the stray cat in the courtyard when he was a child. He was only in the second grade of elementary school at that time. He went home with Xue Yingying after school. Xue Yingying screamed, crying out of breath.

He was finally willing to look up at the real world, but he saw that in the flower bed in the yard, the cardboard box containing the chicks was overturned, with a few fluff left on the ground, and a fat, round yellow cat with blood on its face. He licked the blood from his nose involuntarily.

The yellow cat obviously often rubbed against their legs and barked at them to show its goodwill, but now it changed into a look he didn't recognize at all.

like a devil.

"......What are you doing?!"

Xu Minglang rushed up to hug Zhou Xuerong, Zhou Xuerong was obviously out of order, not only couldn't listen to Xu Minglang's words, but also broke free from the restraints with all his strength, as if he wanted to chop the corpse into meat paste.However, the disparity between Xu Minglang and Zhou Xuerong's strength was huge, not to mention Zhou Xuerong's full firepower, but he had no choice but to stretch out his arm to break Zhou Xuerong's hand holding the axe.

"Zhou Xuerong! You're crazy! It's just a corpse, stop now!"

I don't know if these words had an effect, Xu Minglang suddenly felt the bouncing in his arms become gentle, and he repeated: "Take a deep breath, don't be too nervous, this is just a corpse, it won't come back to life Now, will you? Listen to me and put the ax down."

Zhou Xuerong's breathing gradually stabilized. Only then did Xu Minglang loosen his arms, went around and held Zhou Xuerong's face, and said, "Zhou Xuerong, I know that it is easy to induce negative emotions in this situation. You have to learn to get rid of it, okay? Don't worry about it." Hold it back, it’s not me.”

Zhou Xuerong looked over his shoulder and looked at the ground.

Xu Minglang turned his head and almost vomited it out. The face of the corpse had been chopped to pieces, like a tomato that had been smashed by a microwave oven.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, it was difficult for Xu Minglang to attribute such behavior to "bad mood" or "too much pressure". No matter what the reason is, ordinary people would not destroy a human face so easily. Even if it's just a corpse.

How much hatred is needed to smash his face to pieces.

Xu Minglang found that ever since he met this person in front of him, he had a lot of things he couldn't say. For example, now, he was looking at Zhou Xuerong in front of the faceless corpse in this smelly ward, but he couldn't ask anything.

Zhou Xuerong's eyes were no longer numb. Maybe he just figured out what he just did, or maybe he didn't know how to explain it. Fear flickered in his eyes, and his lips pursed.

"Brother...it's not like this..."

"What's the matter with you?" Xu Minglang asked worriedly, "Your state is really wrong. From the beginning, you have been behaving strangely. This is not like you."

He wanted to look back at the corpse to speak more convincingly, but he didn't want to see the pile of minced meat, so he continued, "Do you know this person? Why did you do this."

"I...I seem to be sick..."

"Sickness?" Xu Minglang shone the light on the other person's face, and he found that when Zhou Xuerong said this, the expression on his face was not written like that.

"I relapse when I'm emotionally stressed, like another person, but you don't have to worry about it."

"I'll be fine...soon..."

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"Whoa-"

Zhao Dongxiang returned to that rainy night again.Facing the corpses with a little bit of face smashed, he was about to start arranging the scene.

The rain is too heavy. In this case, even if the Rubik's Cube logo is drawn, it will not leave traces.But this is beneficial to him, because the police did not disclose the specific logo of the Rubik's Cube, and if he got any details wrong, he would get angry, so he simply didn't draw the logo, pretending that it was washed away by the heavy rain.

Thinking about it this way, this heavy rain is like a second chance given to him by the sky, giving him the ability to make up for everything!

Zhao Dongxiang took care of the scene that night, put the blood-stained coat in a plastic bag and put it in the trunk. It was already midnight when he returned home.His wife was shocked when she saw that he was drenched and out of his mind.Zhao Dongxiang said wearily, "Business matters".

While muttering, "Old Lin hasn't studied for a few days, don't worry about it like him," while unbuttoning his shirt as usual. With a "snap", Zhao Dongxiang patted his wife's hand away, and said wearily: "I'm too tired today, let's take a shower first."

He didn't sleep that night, listening to the sound of his wife sleeping beside him, the texture of the jack being dropped remained in his hands, and when he closed his eyes, he saw the face with wide eyes.

Since then, his sleep has become poor, and chronic sleep deprivation has led to his irritable temper.He focused on the news and TV all day long, ignoring any reports about the day's events, but a month passed, and there was no movement about the corpse. It may be that the police believed that it was the Rubik's Cube Killer, in order to avoid unnecessary incidents. Panic without divulging it.

He thought he could live with peace of mind in this way, but he ignored the bottom line of human psychology.But it is impossible for any normal person to be safe and sound after killing someone.Facing his family, he became more and more powerless, and his behavior of deceiving his family made him feel guilty.In order to avoid spending a long time with his family, he used work as an excuse to go out frequently.

Unexpectedly, this approach has led to another misunderstanding.

"Dongxiang, let's talk."

"Not today, I have to go to Hong Kong and..."

"There's someone out there."

Zhao Dongxiang's movement of lifting the shoes froze, and he even digested the meaning of "someone is there" for a few seconds, but in the eyes of his wife, there was another explanation.

The wife didn't say anything more, and turned around to leave a sentence before going back to the house: "Of course there are still two years of college entrance examination, you should pay attention to yourself, don't let Ranran be distracted."

After that, Zhao Dongxiang tried to explain the misunderstanding several times, but there was no suitable reason to explain his sudden change. The relationship between husband and wife suddenly faded, and the atmosphere at home was not right.

However, something that made him even more breathless happened soon.

When he got home at 10:30 that night, there was an envelope on the shoe cabinet in front of the door, and he asked his wife, "Is that your letter on the shoe cabinet?"

"is yours."

Zhao Dongxiang was puzzled, but he still opened the envelope, and inside was a printed invitation card with the words: "I have your photo from that night, come to the North City Base tomorrow at noon to pick it up."

Someone saw it.

Suddenly, Zhao Dongxiang seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. The living room with excellent lighting was bright, but he couldn't feel the temperature at all.The trembling brain recalled everything that happened that day, trying to remember every detail.

This is the darkest hour of his life, when his home, the very habitat he lives on, will be overthrown by a single sentence on this piece of paper.

Absolutely not!

Zhao Dongxiang was angry at the same time as he was afraid, as if the existence of this sentence was trampling on his personality and a contempt for his masculine dignity.His hand holding the paper trembled uncontrollably.

At some point, his wife appeared behind him and said, "What are you looking at? It's been so long. I'm ready to eat."

Zhao Dongxiang put his hand down quickly, said "um, ok" absent-mindedly, and put the paper into his pocket pretending not to care.

All this was seen by the wife, but it was regarded as the husband deliberately avoiding her, and his heart felt cold, and he stopped urging him to eat, and turned to work in the kitchen.

Zhao Dongxiang didn't bother to explain, but took out the invitation card, and Zhan Ping read it again.Helplessly, the person who wrote the invitation is as precious as gold, and the amount of information is too little, but at least he can be sure that the person has not called the police, otherwise the other party would not have written such content to him...

What does the other party want from him?Is it money?Then why didn't he write the amount?

Who is the other party?Zhao Dongxiang recalled the people he had a problem with, but he couldn't guess who it was.He fell asleep after taking sleeping pills that night, and he decided to go to the appointment the next day.

He must get the photo back.