Pure Love General Administration Scum Transformation Center

"Brother Yuan, what are you doing!"

A sudden shout came from the door, startling the people inside the door.

With a shake of Yuan Xibai's hands, the scissors slid a little. The next moment, Li Ying rushed over like a hungry tiger, snatched the scissors from his hand, and fell to the ground hard.

The scissors were thrown far away with a "snap", and at this time Li Ying grabbed Yuan Xibai's hand, his eyes were red, and he stared at the person in front of him, with an undisguised fear in his voice: "You What are you going to do, what are you going to do, huh? Brother Yuan, what exactly do you want to do!"

Because of the excessive excitement, he couldn't even ask a complete sentence. Li Ying couldn't describe the scene he saw just now. He actually saw Yuan Xibai wanting to cut his wrist with scissors.

Yuan Xibai tried to turn around in vain as if he didn't hear it, looking for the object that Li Ying threw away.

"Where are the scissors, where did you throw them? Give me back those scissors!"

Li Ying grasped him firmly like pliers: "What do you want the scissors for, Brother Yuan, what did you do with the scissors against your wrist just now? Wake up, what do you want to do now, you want to go with him to commit suicide by cutting your wrists, right? "

"No, I don't," Yuan Xibai repeated mechanically, "I just want to bleed a little."

"What does it mean to bleed a little, how much blood do you have to bleed!"

Li Yingke glared at him ferociously, grabbed Yuan Xibai forcefully, and pushed him back into the wheelchair.

When he came, he opened the door of the monitoring room. At this moment, the door was wide open. Li Ying faced the door and shouted loudly: "Auntie, call someone to come over and carry Mr. Yuan down!"

There was a promise from the bottom, and after a while, someone came up immediately, trying to carry Yuan Xibai's wheelchair down in a hurry.

"No, wait, You Ning is still here!"

Li Ying grabbed his hand, he didn't expect him to struggle so hard at this moment, he couldn't control his strength for a while, and the hand holding Yuan Xibai became heavier.

Immediately, he saw fresh blood flowing out of his fingertips.

Before he had time to react, Yuan Xibai had already turned his head to the other side, and whispered: "You Ning, come here, I'm bleeding again now."

Nothing moved in the air.

However, for some unknown reason, Yuan Xibai calmed down, a smile even appeared on his lips, and he let the bodyguard hold the wheelchair and went downstairs.

Li Ying watched from afar, feeling indescribably worried.

He thought Yuan Xibai was back to normal.

However, it seems that since Mr. Xin's accident, his spirit has fallen into an abnormal state.

It's just that sometimes, the disguise is better.

First floor, living room.

The curtains were all drawn, without any gaps, blocking the light from the outside world. At the same time, the crystal lamp was turned on, looking down from a height, it was bright and bright.

Everyone was screened back, and for a moment, there were only the two of them left in the huge living room.

Yuan Xibai's fingers clasped the bronze mirror tightly, his face was wet, dripping water continuously.

At this time, he finally calmed down.

Li Ying ignored his struggle just now, directly scooped up a handful of cold water, and splashed it on his face, being agitated by the cold water, Yuan Xibai was finally not so excited.

After doing this, Li Ying was actually a little flustered, but at this time there was no other way ahead, he took a deep breath and asked, "Have you calmed down, Brother Yuan?"

Yuan Xibai gave a low "hmm".

Li Ying looked at him: "Brother Yuan, can you tell me now, what did you want to do just now?"

"Blood."

The word that came out was so random that people didn't know what it was referring to, but the next moment, the answer became clear.

Yuan Xibai said: "I found that blood as a medium allows me to touch him."

Who is that "he"? Don't think twice.

Li Ying was stunned when he heard it, and subconsciously asked: "Brother Yuan, are you serious?" It's not a joke.

"What do you think?" Yuan Xibai asked back, "I seem to be someone who can joke like this?"

Li Ying said: "If I used to believe you, but now" he smiled wryly, "Brother Yuan, in your current state, there is really no way to make people feel at ease!"

Yuan Xibai sighed when he recalled how he was almost in a daze just now. At that time, he was so full of heart to get in touch with Xin Youning that he forgot everything for a while.

"I just touched You Ning because I accidentally bit my finger. Then I found out that as long as there is blood on it, I might be able to touch him. The point of the finger is not enough, so I want to put it on the palm of my hand." Make a gash so there's enough blood.

Li Ying said, "Isn't it cinnabar?"

He came out with a plate of cinnabar, and just mixed some water to prepare it. Looking at it this way, it really looks like the plate contains bright red blood, which is still flowing.

Li Ying said: "Just now you asked me to adjust the cinnabar. I'm going to adjust the cinnabar and I haven't finished it yet. Brother Yuan, you really scared me."

He put the cinnabar plate on the coffee table in the living room, and slowly unfolded a piece of yellow paper beside it.

There was no one around, and it was quiet.

"Mr. Xin, if you are here, you must be able to see the cinnabar and paper on the table. Brother Yuan and I saw the mark you carved behind the bronze mirror. If you have something to say, maybe you can try dipping Write it with a little cinnabar."

After Li Ying finished speaking, there was no movement, so he turned to look at Yuan Xibai.

Yuan Xibai pinched the bronze mirror and said softly: "I know you are by my side, You Ning, I know you can hear and see your cries for help. Write those down, okay?"

In the snow-white porcelain plate, the cinnabar is fine and viscous, and the flowing liquid is almost solidified due to its excessive density.

The two held their breath and looked at the sky, not even daring to blink.

silence.

Li Ying stared at it, and suddenly trembled: "Yuan, brother Yuan, look!"

In the invisible air, there seemed to be a transparent object slowly inserted into the plate of cinnabar, and then pulled out again.

On the cinnabar surface that was originally like a mirror, the calmness was suddenly broken, and a small vortex was born. A trace of bright red cinnabar was slowly brought into the air like honey that was pumping continuously, and then condensed into water droplets, falling to the ground. In a china dish.

That bit of cinnabar left the disk and floated in the air like a firefly. It was sticky and delicate, and seemed to carry all the hopes.

The cinnabar moved slowly in the air, like a person's fingers were tightly wrapped, hanging above the yellow paper.

Li Ying and Yuan Xibai both held their breath, not daring to breathe, waiting for him to write.

Cinnabar swayed non-stop in the air, like a small boat in the heart of the river being beaten by waves, completely unable to hold its body.

The next moment, beyond all expectations, it suddenly passed like a parabola, and the bright red cinnabar fell straight down and fell into the air.

Like a firefly being blown down by a gust of wind, cinnabar fell to one side in an instant, and fell to a place not too high from the ground, even leaving some shocking marks on the side of the coffee table.

Yuan Xibai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rushed over, wanting to grab that little firefly.

Suddenly, the sharp pain struck, and his hand hit the hard surface of the coffee table in a straight line, and there was a sharp pain.

But Yuan Xibai didn't care about it at all, he tried his best to grab the cinnabar hanging in the air: "You Ning, what's wrong with you, what happened?!"

The finger fluttered in vain, Yuan Xibai didn't even think about it, the finger went up and was about to stuff it into the mouth.

"Brother Yuan!" Li Ying hurried over and grabbed his hand.

"Let go!" Yuan Xibai snapped.

"This is not the way at all, can you calm down!"

"How can I calm down, how do you want me to calm down, ah?!"

"Anyway, there are other ways. What's the use of you always like this!"

Regardless of Yuan Xibai's objection, Li Ying pulled him up. He looked at the red stain on the tea table, and at the cinnabar hanging in the air, and said, "At least I can be sure that Mr. Xin is here. Here, you can also hear us talking, right?"

Yuan Xibai nodded indiscriminately.

"Maybe this kind of cinnabar doesn't work very well. Let's try another method."

Li Ying ran to the storage room and took out another pile of strange powder, which gave off an unpleasant smell.

Yuan Xibai frowned directly: "What is this?"

"Sulphur, and something else." He pointed to the plate on the table: "This is pure cinnabar."

Li Ying divided the plate of cinnabar into several small portions, and then added various powders into it, because the original bright red cinnabar he prepared showed different colors. You can see the difference.

After finally finishing the preparation, he placed the plates one by one on the table, and said calmly, "Try it and you'll know. Maybe I made a problem at the beginning."

However, for a long, long time, there was no movement.

Beside the coffee table, after all this effort, the bright red cinnabar that could still be seen in the air disappeared just like that.

"Mr. Xin?" Li Ying called him, "Can you hear it? Maybe the cinnabar was not right at first, you can try again."

He didn't get a response for a long time, and the few small cinnabar dishes lined up in a row were as calm as a mirror, and they were not shocked by the slightest wave.

Yuan Xibai said softly: "You Ning, can you hear that?"

After a long time, there was no response at all.

Yuan Xibai spread out the bronze mirror and said, "If you can still hear it, scratch the back of the mirror."

The three crooked letters on it were still engraved there brightly, and they were Chu Ge's distress signal.

Even if there were problems with all the cinnabar that was prepared later, at least, there was nothing serious behind this bronze mirror, and he could touch it.

After asking this sentence, Yuan Xibai waited for a long time, and when he was about to give up, a shallow scratch finally appeared on the back of the bronze mirror on the cinnabar.

The marks were so slight that if he hadn't been staring at the bronze mirror all the time, he probably wouldn't have been able to see them at all.

"So I can hear it, but I don't know what went wrong." Yuan Xibai murmured, his eyes swept across the table and stayed on the fruit plate.

Li Ying followed his gaze, and after realizing what he might be looking at, he took a step forward and took it away first.

A sharp fruit knife was held in his hand.

"Brother Yuan, wake up, don't even think about self-harm."

The thoughts deep in his heart were punctured, Yuan Xibai wanted to sigh helplessly, he thought for a moment, and said: "Perhaps cinnabar is not so effective, we still need to use blood."

"That's easy." Li Ying said, "Don't you just want blood, as much as you want?"

However, after a few orders, the purchase was carried out in an orderly manner.

After waiting for a long time, the bodyguards who went to purchase had already returned, and several small bowls were spread out on the table, which were full of hot blood.

"Chicken blood, duck blood, pig blood." Li Ying looked at the small plastic bowls and felt how shabby the scene is now. "The blood that is more common in the market is here, let's try it."

After a long time, there was no movement, and there was no trace of the small bowls being moved.

Li Ying sighed: "Brother Yuan, you should contact me. I think Mr. Xin probably only wants to talk to you."

Yuan Xibai was helpless, and continued to spread the bronze mirror: "If you have tried it, underline the 's' on the left, and if you haven't tried it, underline the 's' on the right."

A scratch appeared under the letter on the left.

"If you can touch it, draw a line on the left, and if you can't touch it, draw a line on the right."

The question is like this, but you can guess what the answer is with your toes. Isn't that why there has been no response on several small bowls.

Sure enough, a scratch appeared under the letter on the right.

Yuan Xibai probably guessed the result: "Animal blood should not work."

"Stop, stop." Li Ying stopped him immediately, "Brother Yuan, I don't know what you want to do, isn't it just human blood? Wait a minute, don't keep thinking about making a cut on your hand and mutilating yourself It's not fun at all."

Yuan Xibai said, "Then what should we do?"

Li Ying said: "I called someone to adjust the blood plasma, it's almost time."

After saying this, not long after, another bodyguard came back with a bag of blood plasma, the color of which made people feel dizzy at first glance.

Yuan Xibai closed his eyes, Li Ying carefully poured out a little, put it on the coffee table, and the yellow paper was spread aside.

This time, it finally worked out, I did everything as Yuan Xibai said.

Li Ying thought so, but he still didn't relax in his heart, he always wanted to prevent any accidents.

Sure enough, things developed in the opposite direction of imagination, and the small bowl of plasma on the coffee table seemed to be forgotten.

"If it doesn't work, draw a line to the right."

There was anticipation when the sentence was uttered, and the anticipation was confirmed with the appearance of the scratch under the letter "s" on the right.

Li Ying was confused: "It shouldn't be, you said blood is the medium, it already comes from the human body, Brother Yuan."

Yuan Xibai lowered his head, his eyes fell on several scratches on the back of the bronze mirror, his tone was faint: "You have ignored one of the most important prerequisites."

Li Ying was taken aback: "What?"

"Mine." Yuan Xibai repeated, "The medium is my blood."

On the small snow-white pillow, a piece of arm protruding is thin and lonely, with almost no flesh visible.

Looking down from a high place, even the pale snow-blue blood vessels on the wrists are clearly visible. It seems that there is only a layer of skin except for the bones. Besides, there is no flesh and blood between the skin and bones.

Li Ying has always known that Yuan Xibai is very thin, and he saw it when he changed his clothes just now, but it was not as shocking as it is now.

However, the person concerned, the owner of this thin arm, is still calm and careless: "Come on, hurry up."

As a well-trained assistant, among other things, you must have at least a good quality. You can talk to the media with a tactful tongue, and you can move bricks with your bare hands. It should be no problem to use a needle to draw a little blood from someone.

But

Li Ying couldn't do anything at all: "Brother Yuan, you are actually a little anemic in your current state."

Yuan Xibai didn't care: "Quickly draw blood, where do you have so many problems?"

Li Yingdu removed the plastic cover, and found a rubber band to tie it on for him, but after looking left and right, he still couldn't do anything.

No matter how good your temper is, after such a day of killing, you still can't stop the anxiety and irritability in your heart.

Yuan Xibai stretched out his hand to grab the needle in his hand, but Li Ying was startled, and hurriedly retreated to the side.

"Hurry up, Li Ying, if you don't draw blood, I'll find the knife myself in a while."

And what to do with the found knife is almost self-evident.

Li Ying's face was wrinkled like a bitter melon, and he regretted how he took such an errand, but compared to Yuan Xibai threatening to find a knife, it is obviously safer to draw blood now.

The needle pierced the skin, and the blood slowly flowed along the catheter and flowed into the transparent tube, filling it up one by one.

Yuan Xibai thought, sure enough, threats are more straightforward than flattering demands.

Not long after, a needle was filled, Li Ying pulled it out, took iodine cotton and pressed it on Yuan Xibai.

The pain was like being pricked by a needle, Yuan Xibai took care of it, and said directly, "Take a little more."

"Brother Yuan." Li Ying had nothing to do with him, "I understand your feelings, even if you want to draw a little more blood, let's not talk about anything else, you have to wait until you are sure it will be useful this time."

Yuan Xibai's tone was unquestionable: "Of course I can be sure."

Li Ying: ""

Yuan Xibai said, "What's wrong?"

Li Ying was extremely weak: "I think if you treat me like this again, I will ask for a raise, Brother Yuan."

"Okay, no problem."

Originally, he said it as a joke, but Yuan Xibai agreed without frowning.

"Succeed, pay raise, come on, draw some more blood for me, for later use."

Li Ying: ""

At the end of the day, Li Ying didn't give Yuan Xibai another pump, but put away all the equipment. In order to prevent Yuan Xibai from causing trouble by himself, he even pushed his wheelchair into the living room first. There is no space in the world.

Yuan Xibai couldn't laugh or cry, and after waiting for a while, Li Ying came over with the treated blood.

The heat is steaming, just looking at it like that, there is still a faint white steam.

Seeing Yuan Xibai's current state, Li Ying felt very helpless.

The yellow paper is still on the coffee table, the small bowls have been changed countless times, and the medium has been changed several times, but the paper is still the original one.

Li Ying basically didn't even bother to talk this time.

The surface of the blood was as still as still water, and after a while, it finally swayed, and a small whirlpool appeared.

After so many attempts, Li Ying thought that he had nothing to feel, but when he saw it suddenly, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Yuan Xibai looked at a little bloodstain that appeared in the air, it seemed to belong to the human body, the shape of the fingertip wrapped.

A drop of blood dangled, fell from the fingertips, and dripped on the yellow paper, then soaked through, leaving a little blood stain.

Horizontal, left, left vertical, horizontal fold, horizontal, horizontal, vertical hook, point, press

The strokes on the yellow paper gradually appeared a little skewed, but it didn't hinder people's recognition.

Yuan Xibai stared at the piece of paper intently.

--Original.

An original character, what is the original?Originally, originally, originally thought?

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Xibai remembered that this was his surname.

So that says something, his name?

Guessing flashed through his mind, just thinking about it like that made him feel sweet, but then, when he saw the second word, he was crushed to pieces.

—— Jia.

Hara Ka

You can almost imagine what the next word is, and you can guess it with your toes.

It was as if a punch had been punched in the chest, indescribably sore.

It's already at this time, and he still, still thinks about that person.

—— Shu.

Yuan Jiashu, his sweetheart whom he pursued crazily and almost forgot about everything.

Li Ying didn't even look at the yellow paper anymore, his eyes returned to Yuan Xibai's face, looking at Yuan Xibai's tightly pursed lips, he almost wished that he didn't help Yuan Xibai, wished that he could just tear it up. drop this paper.

Many thoughts crossed his mind. Looking at Yuan Xibai's bleak face, he finally couldn't help it. He wanted to rush forward, so he just tore off the yellow paper, so as not to let the next hurtful words scare him away. Yuan Xibai was sad.

Thinking this way, and doing it this way, Li Ying suddenly removed the yellow paper.

Caught off guard, a long bloodstain was drawn on the yellow paper.

Yuan Xibai suddenly shouted: "Li Ying, what are you doing, put it back!"

Li Ying was furious in his heart: "Brother Yuan, what are you thinking? What are you doing protecting him at this moment? There is no one else in his mind except Yuan Jiashu! "

With her fingernails dug into her palm, Yuan Xibai suppressed the churning emotions in her heart and forced herself to calm down: "Put the paper back first, and let Mr. Xin finish writing."

When Li Ying heard this, he was even more terrified. He crumpled it into a ball of paper and threw it outside the living room.

"Brother Yuan, can you bear it yourself? You don't call him 'You Ning' now, you call him 'Mr. Xin'!"

The secret contained in the words was suddenly punctured, and Yuan Xibai's back stiffened instantly.

As soon as Li Ying said it, he regretted it. Seeing his pale face again, he wished to put all those words back.

"It's okay." Yuan Xibai said reluctantly, "Take it back, it's okay."

He repeated it again, but he didn't know whether he was comforting Li Ying or perfunctory himself.

Li Yingyou had nowhere to vent his anger, held back for a long time, and said bitterly: "I don't care, what do you like, Brother Yuan, you don't cherish yourself so much, what can I do as an assistant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually walked out without looking back, and walked straight out of the villa with a "bang".

Yuan Xibai wanted to call him to stop but then stopped, could only look at his leaving back, for a while, gave a helpless wry smile.

How can I be comforted, the sour taste quietly diffuses in the bottom of my heart.

The small bowl containing the blood seemed to be stirred, causing a thin ripple.

The next moment, a cool feeling hit the lips, a wet finger was slowly caressing, accompanied by a fishy-sweet, rust-like breath.

Then, a gentle kiss landed on his lips.