attack stream of life

So far, this is the first time that Qingchuan has a good night without sleep.

He sat on the bench, propped his face with one hand, and stared at the flickering oil lamp with fixed eyes.

The waiting time was long, Qing Chuan rubbed his arms and turned his head to look out the window.The moonlight outside the window was shining brightly, and the silver light was scattered in the yard, and there was the faint sound of insects chirping.

"What time is it?" he asked the system.

"It's almost nine o'clock," the system said.

"Really? It's been too long since I stayed up late to cultivate immortals, and I almost forgot that I was full of energy at this moment." Qing Chuan rubbed his face, "Oh, it's terrible to get used to this thing. Before I knew it, I came It has been more than three years, and I have almost adapted to life here, and the impact of the environment is so terrible."

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

He stood up and cooked himself a bowl of noodles, then made a pot of tea, staring at the clepsydra.

"Although I don't know what's going on with you, if you're really worried, go and have a look." The system advised him.

"I can't go." Qing Chuan said, "Haven't you ever opened the plot in the film and television drama where a passer-by who is a combat scum sends hostages to the battlefield? ... If you don't go, maybe there will be a better ending."

Qing Chuan pressed his fingers together, and unconsciously made a gesture of clasping his hands together, "He seems to be going to kill someone. Once a murder starts, it rarely ends well. In the end, either he kills or someone else kills him." He, no matter what kind of ending, seems to be not very good."

Time passed little by little, and the voice of the watchman was heard in the distance, knocking again and again.After three shifts, the dust settled.

Sitting overnight in this early spring weather, even with a charcoal stove, Qing Chuan's body was still very cold, and his lips trembled a little.He opened the closet and found a cloak, wrapped himself up, went to the yard, pushed out the cart, bought a brand new mat, and took another quilt.

"What are you going to do?" the system asked.

"Collect his body."

"Are you really going? In fact, there is no need to be so pessimistic. The ending may not be..."

"Heh... He said it, so I will do it. I just think that I do a good thing every day, so that he can go comfortably. The ancient people still care about things like violent corpses in the wilderness, right? How should I put it, I have felt it before , that lunatic seems to be begging for death."

"Begging to die?"

"Well, it's barely a talent. I seem to be particularly good at perceiving other people's true emotions. Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy can be seen at a glance. By the way, I don't seem to have told you my story?"

Qing Chuan pushed open the door of the courtyard, pushed the cart and walked slowly in the dark night.There is a small red lantern on the front of the car, with a white candle inside, emitting a faint and warm light.

"I used to be a rich second generation born with a golden spoon in my mouth. The full moon gift I received included a villa with a swimming pool. In my memory, my family was the richest man in the city. They had everything, a happy family, rich Lovely family and friends. But life will not always go smoothly. Strong people can carry it through, but most people are not strong enough. My father failed to invest, and his partner ran away. As a legal representative, he must use his own property Debt repayment. At that time, there was nothing left in the family except mother’s pre-marital property.”

Qing Chuan laughed, "Actually, our family was still very rich at that time, because my mother still had a lot of real estate, and the rent alone was hundreds of thousands a year. But the most unacceptable thing for people is to once own it and lose it. I started to have fantasies, fantasies about my mother cheating, fantasies about me being a child of adultery, and I think he wants to kill me."

"I look very similar to my grandma, but my dad can't control his fantasies, and he refuses to admit that he has schizophrenia, and he doesn't want to take medicine. His condition is getting worse and worse. Everyone is terrified. No one talks to us anymore. Later, he started to take medicine, his condition improved, and he didn’t get sick for a long time, so everyone relaxed their vigilance.”

"Probably when I was about to go to elementary school. Dad came back suddenly at noon. His expression was very wrong, that kind of expression, like looking at an enemy. Dad and mother went to the dormitory and let me play in my own small room , tell me to open the door when mom finds me. But I was scared, so I opened the door secretly. I saw... a lot of blood, splashing from the neck, how much blood can flow from a grown man ? Red fills my field of vision."

"He killed her."

Obviously the system has no perception, but at this time it feels the cold wind is piercing. It is not moved by the host's misery, but laments its own fate.The host chosen by thousands of people peeled off the sheepskin on this night, revealing the fangs of carnivores.What evil did it do, its a pure life flow system wanted to select such a host that could be blackened in minutes?

Qingchuan didn't know the sadness of the system, and he was still talking about his past in a soft tone, "Probably too exciting, so I forgot this memory, I only remember that someone came to the house that day, but it doesn't matter who it is." I can’t remember anything. My father was also admitted to a mental hospital and died a few years later. My sister and I, a 13-year-old and a seven-year-old, went around grandma’s house and grandma’s house like balls.”

"Although I lost my memory, I became very sensitive to people's emotions afterwards, like an alarm with the highest sensitivity. I can immediately perceive any emotional changes in the people around me. This is not a good thing, in that environment Especially for children. No one can tell, so I fell in love with painting, and I really like the feeling of painting my feelings on the canvas. The teacher said that I am very talented, and then I was admitted to a top university. My sister also got married, gave birth to a lovely niece, and I made a lovely girlfriend. At that time, I thought I would be happy, and I would marry a wife and have children and live happily ever after.”

"So, I can feel that guy is begging to die."

"Then, how did you remember this memory?" the system asked, it wanted to know if its fate could still be saved.

"That's it. When I was in junior year, I accompanied my girlfriend to take classes. There was an elective course of forensic medicine expansion type, which analyzed the murder process of the victim of a real burglary and homicide through autopsy. Although it was mosaic, But I didn't feel very comfortable, the blood was all over the room, it was very glaring. Then I found the dead body of a puppy with its throat cut in her rented room. She said it was picked up. You probably can't understand , That moment of horror, a voice told me that my girlfriend killed it, and also wanted to kill me. After a day of ignorance, I suddenly remembered all the memories that I had forgotten when I was young."

"Sperm points are not hereditary, but people like me who were stimulated in childhood have a high chance of being triggered. That was the case that day. After that, I seemed to have a very strange ability. I can pass items Feeling the strongest emotions of its former owner and being so easily infected by the emotions, it was as if I had become that owner. At that time, I was like a schizophrenic.”

Qing Chuan had a weird and meaningful smile on his face, "Actually, this ability is quite useful. I have collected a lot of things, and as many different things as I have, I can simulate as many different personalities. This makes my creation unexpected. It went well. Everyone praised my novel for its strong sense of reality, and it was also very helpful for me to make clay figurines. Of course, after all, this kind of thing is more labor-intensive, so I need to be quiet for a while after every contact. The former psychiatrist Gave me a good way to calm down."

"..." The system deceived by his silence every time: To be honest, you have to know that there is such a story behind him. Yes, after all, the energy will be exhausted.

Damn, life has finally got its hands on me, an innocent and lovely little pity.

"You ask me, what's so special about that lunatic, because it seems to be another me. I witnessed my father killing my mother, and finally collapsed and went crazy.... I'm really curious about his ending."

"Hey, host, does that psychiatrist of yours have a cure?" The system, which just wanted to be safe, was struggling for the last time.

"Well, I don't know. He didn't say anything when I sent him in."

"Send it in?" The system's voice was slightly raised, with a particularly ominous premonition.

"Because that guy actually induced me to commit a crime during the treatment. It's really scary. Of course, this kind of person should be sent to prison and guarded carefully. After all, I am a very righteous person. Sometimes I think about it. , I wish I had a portable prison, it would be great to catch them all~~ Do you have any other questions?"

"...No, no more." The system's voice suddenly became very weak.

Life is so difficult, but we still have to live with a smile.

When Qingchuan found him, he was lying quietly on the ground. There was no obvious trauma on the surface, but he vomited a lot of blood. Maybe this was the legendary internal force or something.Not far from him was a man whose exact age was unknown, but who was somewhat similar to Crazy Jin.

Qing Chuan was taken aback, but seemed to have expected it, no wonder... was this battle with his father?If this is the case, it seems to understand why he is sure that he must come and go.The only surprising thing is why he chose a stranger whom he had only met a few times as the last candidate to collect the body.Is it the so-called similar detector?

He reached out and touched the blood vessels in his neck, but there was no pulse.Both died, but it was not known who died first and who died later.

"What should I do? I don't even know your name, how can I erect a monument?" Qing Chuan observed this person so carefully for the first time, his expression was very calm, as if he was in a deep sleep, and when we met four times, his expression was completely different. It was cloudy, and it had never been so peaceful.Qing Chuan reached out to hold the sword in the opponent's hand, he usually didn't do this, the risk was too great, especially this kind of item before death, it was enough to make him suffer the strongest mental shock.

Qing Chuan held his sword tightly, his face slowly straightened, the pupils of both eyes seemed to shrink a circle, and his face became very pale and painful.

"Host, are you okay?" The system is very careful, if there is an emergency, where does it go to touch another porcelain?There are so few human beings with high psychic abilities, but there are so many unemployed systems.

"It's okay." Qing Chuan put down his hand, his face was calm with letting go of everything, "He won. He has fulfilled his life's obsession, and there is no more care in this world, and he is very at ease."

Qing Chuan stood up and wiped off the hoarfrost on his face with his hands.

"Is it a loss for both?" the system asked.

"No, he killed himself."

"then you……"

Qing Chuan seemed to have discovered the cautiousness of the system only now, "Please, please, I am different from him after all. The level of the official psychological evaluation is safe, with integrity and excellent self-control ability, have some confidence in me." He said As he spoke, he already brought a shovel over.

system:……

"Wait a minute, official?"

"After I sent the psychiatrist in, I reported myself. Think about it, it's super scary, okay? People like me can go crazy every minute. I don't want to become the second him. Crazy, just You should take your medicine on time. But I didn’t expect the final evaluation result to be safe.”

Where is safe?The system just wanted to pinch the tester by the neck and ask him.

"Let's not talk about that, I've heard a rumor that the person I buried the body for in this life will be my lover in the next life..." He laughed as he said it himself, "It's fine as a lover, don't expect him to repay you, I hope he will be born into a normal family in his next life."

By the time of the fifth watch, the sky was gray and bright, and there were no corpses on the spot. There was only a newly dug mound, a wooden sign with no words on the top of the grave, and a basket of flowers from no one knew where. Blooming wildly in seasons that shouldn't be.

Qingchuan was the first to look for a scholar in his forties. The family situation was relatively bad, and he was alone with six family members who had no labor force.The novels always talk about poor and poor scholars. In fact, this poor and poor is compared with juren. Compared with most people, scholars have more ways to make money and work more easily. for food.

But the person to visit this time is obviously a relatively noble type. Rich businessmen think he is a teacher. He usually earns money by copying letters. With the increase of family members, the family can no longer make ends meet.

To lure villains with profit, to lure gentlemen with righteousness, to most people, both hands must be grasped and both hands must be hard.So Qing Chuan first used his 'sincerity' to impress the other party.As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are rare when you meet a bosom friend, and if you don’t speculate, it’s more than half a sentence. The two hit it off after a few words.

The system watched in silence as Qing Chuan used his EQ to overwhelm the other party. Qing Chuan could put on a look of anticipation and coax the other party to keep talking.The other party almost wanted to treat Qingchuan as a confidant, but who knew that the reason behind it was for his name card, scum...

After leaving food and wine, Xiucai wrote a famous post on the spot, while Qingchuan left a box of Wenwan, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.It is easier for him to accept this kind of thing that belongs to literati exchanges.

Afterwards, Qingchuan visited a few more people, either those who looked down on Qingchuan's status as a craftsman and disdain to associate with him, or those who had already given out their places.It wasn't until more than a month later that he got another quota, but it was Chi Guoguo's money transaction, and the other party was very realistic and just exchanged money.

Qingchuan bought it with ten taels of silver.

After getting the admission ticket, there is the township examination. Although Qingchuan is in the provincial capital, his household registration is still in his hometown, so he has to go back to take the exam.He lived in an inn in the county, and no one was alarmed, and he got mixed up with a bunch of candidates.He wasn't the best looking, he wasn't the oldest or the youngest, and he didn't like people, so no one noticed him.

He successfully passed the preliminary test, and ranked eighth, no better than no less, which was about the same as Daru's original prediction.After passing the first test, you will be a Tongsheng. Tongsheng is not a serious fame, but has the qualification to be a scholar, so you will not go to the place of household registration with great fanfare to report that someone has passed the Tongsheng examination this year.

It is much more formal to be admitted as a scholar, and you can still get the first prize.

Qingchuan seized the time to review, and did the key topics listed by the teacher that were easy to investigate.I don't know if it was the effect of this kind of cramming, but Qing Chuan narrowly grabbed the tail and was admitted to the scholar with the third-to-last result.

For people in small places, it is not easy to pass the exam no matter how many they are, so those who have special errands will go to Qingchuan's household registration location, that is, the village to report the letter, and run all the way from the entrance of the village to Jiangxi Province. At the eldest brother's house, he said that so-and-so in your family was admitted to the scholar, and asked the county master to stay and have a meal together.

Brother Jiang hahaha, liar!

Who can I lie to?Find their home.Are there any readers in their family?What about my little brother setting up a clay figurine stall in the provincial capital?Can one be assigned to take the county exam?

From the old lady Jiang to the little nephew below, they didn't believe anyone. The person who reported the letter wanted to get some rewards, but who knew that when he encountered such a strange thing, he was determined to make these fools believe it.So I lied... Ah bah, so the messenger beat his chest and swore to tell the truth, insisting that Brother Jiang go.

It is not far from the village to go to the county, and it takes half a day. Brother Jiang is hesitant. There are many things for farmers, and half a day is time. If you have this spare time to go to the county, it is better to sharpen your own farm tools.

At this moment, the official report finally came down. A scholar in the county is a political achievement, so this person who is admitted as a scholar is actually quite valued. There will be special personnel to report the letter, just like modern times when he is admitted to a university. Make a registration or something.

The authorities are here, and the Jiang family has to believe it if they don't believe it.The villagers also believed it, and they all gathered around the old house and asked them what was going on, didn't they say they were setting up a clay figurine stall in the provincial capital?Why did you come back after passing the examination of a scholar quietly?A scholar is worth nothing in the provincial capital, but in the countryside is still very remarkable. After all, he is also a scholar with a serious reputation, and he will not kneel when he sees an official.

The Jiang family was still puzzled, of course they didn't know what to ask.

"What's going on, what is this?" The old lady was dizzy, her family had never been so prosperous when they were the richest.

"Old aunt, Si'er didn't come back?" A relative in the clan asked.

"Nope."

While talking, the little nephew ran in yelling, "Grandma, uncle is back."