Inhibition Marking Committee

Burning Sun City——

Almost stepping into the puddle, he took a step back and saw his blurred face in the reflection of the puddle.With a pale complexion and heavy dark circles under his eyes, he smoothed his curled hair slightly in front of the shadow, and strode into the bookstore next door.

The light in the small shop was dim, and there was a damp and decaying smell of paper products in the narrow bookshelves. He stayed there for a long time until he also got the same smell. When he went to the door with a stack of books to pay, the boss Sniffing, muttering: "beta."

This chanting seems to have no other meaning, but in the background at that time, when he left the bookstore, he always felt that his body was twice as heavy.

Beta...

They live in the gap between A and O. When they are needed, they will be pushed to the forefront; Questions in various tones—beta? beta.

He was indifferent to these things. When he returned to the institute, the news of the Alpha rebel organization was urgently broadcast on the TV in the hall. He just glanced casually and walked straight into the deep corridor.

"...It is reported that the leader of the anti-O rights extremist militants, code-named 'AC79048', led the mob to occupy the central square of the federal capital, and cooked 11 people including the chairman of the O rights committee in an extremely anti-human, anti-social, and anti-moral way. People, the scene was horrific, calling on all omegas to stand up..."

Without stopping, he turned the lock of the wooden door with a key, and went in with his head down.

"Professor Fang."

Hearing this banter, he suddenly raised his head, and the smoke was swirling in front of him, and the four people who came were smoking cigarettes recklessly in his office.

The scientific research team leader sat on his chair and raised one leg, "We have received reports from the public that you are conducting improper research in the office, and you suspect that it is related to a mob organization that supports the right to A. Can you explain to us all of this? What is it?"

With a "crash", the material piled up on the table was pushed to the ground by a gust of air, and fell in front of him.

"There are still these pictures." The deputy team leader pointed to the wall covered with various mysterious symbols, "We must explain them one by one."

He stated calmly: "Those are the subjects of my research."

"Research object? You have been working here for five years, have you produced any results? You have occupied two pits in the research institute and the university. What else have you done besides the corpse meal?"

"I published 12 international-level publications."

The team leader snorted, "Those who talk about gods and ghosts can't bring any economic benefits to the team." The team leader stood up, looked around the room with his hands behind his back, walked up to him, and stretched his 50-year-old middle-aged man. The young man's flabby face said, "This time the masses reported, the group decided to impose the following punishment on you—"

He put the briefcase on the small table at the door, and said casually: "No, I'm resigning now."

Even skipping the process of reviewing evidence and directly issuing punishment measures to him, his intentions are clearly evident.

Ten minutes later, he took a small box of personal belongings and boarded the car home.Lie Sun City is densely populated, even with the title of associate professor, they can only be allocated a small dormitory of 10 square meters.The research team leader announced that he would bring the matter to the school, and soon, he would lose even this narrow place to stay.

But what does this matter?

Offices, residences, beds, and clothes wrapped around the body are all prepared for the carrier of ideology—the "skeleton of the flesh"—the external object.As long as the consciousness is not dead, the things visible in other fields of vision are equally inferior, fragile, and can be discarded in his eyes.

Even his body.

He put down his things and walked into the cubicle bedroom. The bed was raised against the wall, and the large area left was constructed with complex and messy patterns with blood and crystal salt.He stood in the middle, cut open the scar on the palm of his hand with a switchblade, let the hot blood flow down the fingers to the floor, intertwined with incomprehensible mystic symbols.A void voice appeared in my mind, seemingly distant and near, but sonorous and powerful, "It's you again..."

He closed his eyes and replied, "It's me who admires you, fears you, and loves you."

"What wish do you have this time..."

"It's not a wish, but a request." He said sincerely, and he didn't panic at all even when he was facing the ancient Lord God of the world.

"Let's hear it." The voice of the main god's consciousness rose slightly.

"I want to become one with you. I dedicate this body to you as a reward. I hope you can accept me and become a small part of you."

"You want to invite me to enter your physical body?"

"For me, it has no value of existence. If it can be exchanged for symbiosis with you, I am willing to pay the price." He seemed sincere, but there was a smile on his lips that no one could understand except him.

From exploring consciousness, trying methods, to establishing links, communicating with "God", and gaining trust, he spent a full five years.

At the expense of oneself, tempting the gods, deceiving the way of heaven, and gaining the eternal life of consciousness——

Fang Weixing finally got an affirmative answer.Before the ceremony was timed, he controlled the body alone for the last time and walked into the small restaurant he frequented.

"what do you want to eat?"

He thought about it and said, "Eat something...what you like."

"Okay, the food will be served later."

The pot of stewed vegetables he ordered was brought to the table in the blink of an eye. The strange thing is that the meat was still bloody and raw, but he didn't mind. He opened the disposable chopsticks and tasted it calmly until the whole pot was eaten. , found a ring lying in the puddle of blood on the pelvic floor.

He picked up the ring and put it in the palm of his hand, a strong sense of familiarity surged into his heart, he stood up abruptly, knocked over the table, twisted and looked at the surrounding environment in panic, his stomach was burning with fear, he rushed in After entering the toilet, he leaned against the mottled concrete wall and vomited loudly in front of the sink. When he raised his head, the face of the person in the mirror changed from gentle and delicate to sharp-edged.

... eat something ... like ...

……like……

... Sim Mohui, I like you...

"Huh...ha..." Huan Xiubai was woken up from his dream by a sharp spasm of pain.He tried his best to open his eyes wide, the dark roof of the car was in his sight, and the even and steady breathing sound of the people in the rear came into his ears, which slightly relieved the painful symptoms.

How could he dream that he became Fang Weixing?

And... ate it...

Huan Xiubai carefully sat up from the front row, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at Xiaota behind. Alpha's right hand rests on the blanket, the ring still snug on the knuckle.

Xi Mohui is slender and has a small space in the cab of the truck. Even if he sleeps in the back, he has to curl up his knees. The heating is sufficient, making his cheeks flush.Huan Xiubai lay on the front row and gazed tenderly at his sleeping face. After a while, he quietly put on his shoes and got out of the car.

Walking in the cold wind should be bone-piercing, but he didn't feel much.The smell of blood in his mouth was getting stronger and stronger. He forced his legs and feet to walk faster and run a little farther. With the cover of a tree with scattered leaves, he let go of the hand covering his mouth, stooped deeply, and supported the The tree trunk suddenly vomited out a throat of blood and rotten flesh.

The surroundings were silent, except for his suppressed cough, the only thing that could be heard was the low whistling of the wind across the lake.

The internal organs should be all rotten...

Jin Ze put a Gu on him, and the Gu drilled in his blood vessels, which could temporarily ensure his limbs to move freely, but the price was that his blood vessels were as painful as a knife.When facing Xi Mohui, he miraculously endured it, and did not show any clues in front of the other party to arouse suspicion.

Huan Xiubai coughed out the blood clot that was stuck at the mouth of the esophagus, straightened up with difficulty, leaned against the tree trunk to breathe slowly, bent the corners of his mouth in relief, and murmured to himself intermittently: "Huan... Xiubai, you did a good job... Pretty..." He's not bad at fooling the coquettish alpha.

He took out his hand stuffed in his coat pocket, pinched the opening of the transparent plastic sleeve, picked it up and looked at it.There are some blood stains on it, it will have turned black, it should be caused by the intestines becoming brittle, and I can't help but play with it.He was afraid that Xi Mo would see it later, regret and blame himself when he turned around, so he quietly took it off and put it in his pocket when no one was paying attention.

You have to be happy and happy when you play. Is it necessary to be disturbed by these crap things?

only--

Huan Xiubai sighed, "Oh, I don't know if I can do it next time."

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily drifted towards the direction of the truck.

The plastic prick pinched between his fingers was sticky, some had flowed out before, and there was still a small half left, Huan Xiubai smiled wryly, thinking that there were not many chances left, so he raised his head and dried it, on the coating of his tongue Thinking between his lips and teeth, he always felt that the cold taste was more fishy than the hot one, and while swallowing with blood, he muttered again: "When can I eat hot..."

He wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, there was still some white liquid hanging inside. If someone picked it up, wouldn't it mean that Xi Mohui was taken advantage of?Although he knew that this kind of thinking was absurd, and there were not so many perverts in this world, he still folded the plastic sleeve twice, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it back in his pocket.

He smacked the taste in his mouth...

——No, the pervert seems to be me?

After thinking about it, Huan Xiubai casually took out the diary from the space, clicked the end of the ballpoint pen twice, and was about to start writing, when he suddenly realized: ... When did he become so proficient in space retrieval?

Afterwards, he wrote in his notebook:

"On February 2, after such a long time, I finally did it again today. Although I lost my temper at the beginning, it was me who benefited in the end. There is reason to suspect that he deliberately made me angry and let me do it. He was I was sweating, probably because I wanted to take a bath and let him go to sleep. He always tossed and turned in pain. I feel a little sorry for him, let’s find a place to settle down.

"Today's discovery: He likes to lick popsicle sticks, although he doesn't seem to notice it himself. I've secretly hidden two sticks, and remember to burn them for myself in two days' time."

He scribbled a five-pointed star next to the last sentence as a reminder, and returned the pen and paper.Then he carefully explored his consciousness in that space, and found that even across the wall of the world, he seemed to have a vague concept of the outline there.

Be sure to ask Xi Mohui if you have time, is there any way to transfer the space to his name.

He slowly moved out from behind the tree, and when he turned around, Huan Xiubai was almost scared out of his wits.

Simo's face was as cold as three feet of ice: "Tell me well, and I will deal with it lightly."

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The countdown is ready, my heart has no fluctuations, I have become stronger, and I have become King Kong.

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感谢在2019-12-1209:48:43~2019-12-1603:47:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: 1 lazy out of the sky;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the bazooka: 1 piece of rum jam;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Ayan Yanyan 2; Beimang small scallops, fleeting years, millet porridge, meatballs are very happy, Qiuqiuqiu, saying that I love folding flowers, do not leave a name for everything, sweet wine and fruit milk 1 sauce;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of liqueur fruit milk sauce;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!