There are always straight men who change

"It must be there!"

"It must be, it's all his fault!"

"Ah, it's all his fault, all his fault!"

Who is to blame?

Yang Yu listened with his ears for a long time and finally heard the last sentence clearly, the faint pain in the back of his head reminded himself: everything around is not a dream.

The source of the voice seemed to be slowly approaching him, but the tone sounded like two people were having a conversation, one was cowardly and trembling while the other was wanton and arrogant.

The latter was obviously a little unhappy, he was almost gnashing his teeth in a conversation with another person.

The wrist was already a little numb, Yang Yu twisted his body to try to loosen the restraint, the wooden chair immediately made a creaking sound.

After realizing that the chair would make noise, Yang Yu hurriedly stopped, raised his ears and listened quietly.

There was no conversation, and the room was silent.

There was a slight sound from the wooden floor in the distance. This sound seemed to be the slow and rhythmic sound of death drums, reminding others of their own position bit by bit, and pulling their hearts into the abyss of death.

It's a pity that Yang Yu wasn't too scared, but his hands were tied a little numb, and he lowered his head to observe his wrists, and raised his head to look calmly after hearing the voice approaching him.

It was a face full of vicissitudes, with a big "Chuan" wrinkled on the forehead, the brows were lowered but the tails of the eyebrows were raised high, very much like the ghost in the portrait.

This face was bloodless and sallow, and he frowned and roared loudly: "You idiot, you can't do such a small thing well!"

Almost instantly after the voice fell, the facial features twisted and wrinkled together, and the hatred of gnashing teeth was swept away from the face.

He was meditating on something in pain.

The trembling tone came out of his mouth, and he said to himself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Get out!" The man yelled at himself loudly.

His expression alternates between anger and pain, and he is constantly talking to himself, this weird appearance is so infiltrating.Seeing this scene, Yang Yu subconsciously moved her body, the wooden chair made a 'creak' sound, making the whole room quiet, and the only thing left seemed to be Yang Yu's weak breathing.

Yang Yu looked up, and those bloody eyes were staring at him. After staring at each other for a few seconds, he realized that the person standing in front of him was none other than Hu Yong.

But looking at his disheveled hair and dirt all over his body, especially his face that seemed to have aged decades overnight, if it wasn't for his clothes, he would hardly be recognizable who he is.Putting this savvy weirdo together with Hu Yong, who is very normal in speech and behavior, they are completely different people.

"you're awake?"

The cowardice and anger in the tone disappeared, leaving only Hu Yong.

Yang Yu nodded.

"Where is the thing, you know what I'm talking about." Hu Yong looked at himself coldly.

Now Yang Yu was completely stunned, his mind was running fast thinking about what the 'thing' he was talking about, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember what the 'thing' was.

As soon as he shook his head, Hu Yong immediately grabbed his face frantically, with such force that a little red liquid overflowed from his fingertips.

Without waiting for Yang Yu to react, Hu Yong grabbed Yang Yu's long hair like crazy, lifted him up and shouted angrily: "Where the hell did you hide it for me, you took it away! "His face was very close, and an unpleasant stench came out of his mouth as he roared, making people dizzy and uncomfortable.

Although Yang Yu had never smelled this smell before, the scene of countless corpses piled up in his mind, only the smell of human corpses could be so evil and unacceptable.

It seemed that Hu Yong's internal organs were rotting little by little from the inside out.

The hair was grabbed suddenly, and the painful part of the back of the head had already started to feel numb, and Hu Yong suddenly let go and cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please give him to me."

Yang Yu opened his mouth wide and wanted to tell him that he really couldn't remember what it was, he couldn't remember at all!

It's a pity that even with the widest mouth opening, no sound can come out.

Hu Yong in front of him was completely crazy. He roared and shouted in the room, grabbed the candle at hand and threw it at the wall.

The moment the candle touched the wall, the crisp sound reverberated throughout the room. With a crash, the wall shattered and fell to the ground. Only then did Yang Yu realize that the surrounding 'walls' were actually piled up with a lot of mirrors, and these The thick smears were all painted on, and the places that were not painted were also covered with newspapers.

Everything that reflects light is covered.

Hu Yong jumped up like an electric shock, screamed like a monkey to avoid those broken lenses, and finally squatted behind the cabinet trembling.

There was nothing strange about those broken lenses. They lay quietly on the ground, but Hu Yong on the other side cried and said, "Dad...Dad, I didn't do it on purpose...Dad, I will clean it up right away." It took a while to pluck up the courage to cover up the debris with newspaper.

"Another mirror is missing... another mirror is missing! This... this is all..." Hu Yong gritted his teeth and said every word, then turned his head to look at Yang Yu and continued, "It's all you! You did it!" After saying that, he rushed over and kicked Yang Yu's bench over.

Fortunately, there were piles of things on the ground behind him, Yang Yu didn't suffer from the fall, but was startled by the sudden instability of the center of gravity.

As if he had finished venting, Hu Yong turned around and looked at the mirror in the room and began to count, "One, two, three... Ten, 23... 22, Eleven... 21 One piece is missing, one piece is missing...No..."

It didn't take long for Hu Yong to change his clothes, and he returned to his appearance when he saw him for the first time a few days ago, his hair was neatly combed, and he went out wearing clean clothes.I don't know how long it took before Yang Yu, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the sound, barely propped his head up and saw Hu Yong walking over carrying a mirror.

He stood up the mirror with its back facing the wall, muttering something in his mouth, carefully covered it with newspaper, turned his head and watched Yang Yu walk over.

"Are you hungry?" Hu Yong's tone was flat, as if he had returned to normal.

Yang Yu shook his head.

"This must be very uncomfortable, I'll untie it for you." Hu Yong said, helped up the fallen chair and Yang Yu together, and carefully tore off the tape wrapped around his wrist.

Yang Yu moved his hands, and there were purple marks on his wrists. He raised his head and looked at the clean and familiar Hu Yong in front of him, but felt very strange.

Having seen his previous terrifying appearance, and now he has untied his hands normally, this person must have some brain problems, what should he do if he wants to have another attack...

Hu Yong sat on the ground, collapsed to the side powerlessly, and after counting the number of mirrors in the room was an even number, he sighed helplessly, as if he was worried and counted twice.After counting, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Yu, and said with a smile, "Your complexion is really bad."

Yang Yu really wanted to tell him: Don't talk about me, your face is uglier than shit.

It's a pity that I can't speak, but if I could really speak, it probably wouldn't be so vulgar. Tell him tactfully: Your face looks almost like a dead person's.

Hu Yong curled his mouth, big teardrops fell from the corners of his eyes, and he squatted there with his head down and began to cry softly.

Seeing him crying, Yang Yu thought badly, would he fall ill and go crazy again, hurriedly moved his numb hands to untie the tape wrapped around his waist and legs, but then thought about untiing the restraints and running Will going out provoke him into more aggressive behavior.

Everything is unknown, and the people in front of them cry more and more sadly.

Yang Yu patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, but his eyes were looking around to find a way out, and he began to think about what to do next.

But his own hands didn't use much strength, but Hu Yong suddenly trembled and fell to the side, retching, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth like a epilepsy.

It's over, it's over, and I'm getting sick again!Yang Yu hurriedly lowered his head to untie the tape wrapped around his waist, but he couldn't untie the layers without scissors.

Hu Yong, who was lying on the ground tremblingly, supported the cabinet and began to vomit. A stench filled the whole room in an instant, and the asphalt-like things that had been vomited earlier turned into bright red blood after a short while.

Hu Yong seemed to be dying, crying and squatting on the ground vomiting, and after a while he came over and looked at Yang Yu and said slowly: "I'm going to die..."

Yang Yu shook his head reassuringly.

"From the day I saw my dad in the mirror, I knew I was going to die." Hu Yong said weakly, "Yang Yu, do you know what is the scariest thing in this world?"

Yang Yu shook his head again.

"The person you are most familiar with is in front of you, but you don't know him." Hu Yong said with a smile, "My dad is in the mirror, I saw him! He is in every reflective mirror even in my pupils!"

I can really empathize with the previous sentence, the familiar Hu Yong is in front of me, but it makes people feel so strange, so strange!

And no matter how you look at the latter sentence, it feels that Hu Yong is really crazy, completely crazy, but the most painful thing is that Yang Yu can't remember anything about him and his father, it's blank.

"I'm really going to die. If you can see my wife and daughter and tell them, I'm sorry!" Hu Yong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then muttered: "It's not my fault...it's all the thief's fault! Blame the thief! It's all his fault..."

"You gave it to him!" Hu Yong suddenly returned to his previous angry appearance, and roared at himself.

"Yes, I gave it to him. He came to my house to take away those mirrors, so I gave it to him... It's all my fault!" After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Yang Yu who was sitting there, and asked with wide-eyed eyes. : "Where did you hide my dad's mirror? There are 49 mirrors, and you took the most important one! That bronze mirror...my dad's mirror...he came to me for it I know... I know he's coming back for me..."

Yang Yu really has nowhere to complain, he really doesn't remember anything, this time he doesn't dare to shake his head rashly for fear of angering him.

"Where's your partner? He moved the mirror with you!" Hu Yong bit his finger and babbled, "I've been squatting near Xiaojiu's house for so long just to wait for you to show up! That The hateful woman also has a share! That female cousin! She also has a share!"

Just when Yang Yu was anxious and didn't know what to do, Hu Yong, who had been furious, suddenly calmed down, and fumbled in his trouser pocket to pull out a mobile phone.

"Call him immediately and ask him to return all my mirrors to me!" Hu Yong held a mobile phone in his hand, and Yang Yu took a closer look and found that it was his own mobile phone.

It seems that Hu Yong closed it immediately when he was caught.

No one's phone number is saved in my mobile phone, and none of Tianhan's Xiaojiu's aunt's is saved. The use of this thing to me is just a small tool for browsing the Internet.

For people who can't speak, what's the use of voice chat brought by the phone?

But Hu Yong reluctantly turned on the phone, only to see the empty phone book, his originally settled emotions became extremely angry again.

The phone happened to make a ringing sound, which sounded like a WeChat message from someone.

There are only a few familiar people on Yang Yu's WeChat: Aunt Tianhan Xiaojiu and the master.

Looking at Hu Yong's crazy appearance, I really don't know what he will do, and more importantly, how can he pass on the information to let people come to save him?

Wechat rang again, Hu Yong opened the software and looked through it, "Where's that bastard? Where's that bastard who stole my stuff with you? Is it him? Is it in his place?" Turn to Yang Yu.

That profile picture is all too familiar to me, it's a photo of my aunt.

Yang Yu hurriedly shook his head.

"I see, it turned out to be this..." Hu Yong smiled grimly and opened the dialog box to read the message he just sent.

Zhang Siyu: I remember you said you were going to meet your friends, did things work?Those that don't work may have to use some more important instruments.

what?Must be your own mirror!Is there anything more important than your own mirror in this world!

Hu Yong pinched Yang Yu's face, put the phone to his mouth and shouted: "Tell him quickly, give my father my Yin-Yang bronze mirror! I...I...I don't want to die yet...I sorry Sorry……"

The blood-stained hands scratched his face, and Yang Yu couldn't pull away the hand that was pinching his face with both hands, so he had to grab the phone and throw it out.

Hu Yong rushed over like crazy to pick up the phone, carefully wiped the dust on it, and muttered while wiping: "Baby, please, give me the mirror..."

"You trash!" Hu Yong cursed with a different face, grabbed his phone and took a photo of Yang Yu and sent it to Zhang Siyu.

What was the name of the young man who came to his house with Yang Yu back then?Hu Yong thought for a long time but couldn't think of it, so he typed out a line angrily: You!You must give me the mirror tomorrow at the latest, otherwise you will only see his dead body tomorrow.

After sending the message, Hu Yong seemed to slow down again, threw the phone aside and ran to hold the stool and shouted: "Yang Yu...Yang Yu, please help me, it seems that Xiaojiu and I are also For the sake of acquaintance since childhood...you save me...my father wants my life...no, that's not my father...he's a ghost...a ghost!"

Yang Yu was annoyed by his crazy appearance and had no choice but to untie the thick adhesive tape on his waist and legs for a while, looking at the phone whose screen was smashed in the distance and sighed helplessly.

And the photo was packaged, encrypted and decrypted and sent out with the mobile phone signal. After arriving at the designated location, it was unlocked and turned into an unread message. When people swipe to open this unread WeChat, it immediately turned into a dim photo. .

The man in the photo was wearing a set of light-colored clothes, and was tied up on a dilapidated wooden chair, and his long hair was also caught in a mess.The blood at the corner of his mouth was not sure whether it was his own or someone else's, and his eyes were full of helpless looking at the camera.

Although it was very dim, the contours of his facial features were so clear, even though he had not faded away in his heart for so many years, he had been deeply engraved in his memory and could not be erased!

Xiao Mi looked at the phone in surprise, opened the picture tremblingly and looked at it over and over again.

"Yang...Yang...Yang Yu...you...you are still alive..."

The author has something to say:

Happy New Year, almost no time to go home during Chinese New Year _(:зゝ∠)_...As an apology, let’s update [-]..

Although the blessing is a bit late, I hope that everyone will be able to go smoothly in 2017, all wishes will come true, and there will be someone you love who will accompany you and take care of you, and will never leave you.

Of course... it's better to get rich.