[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

On the second night, Hao Kaixin drove Zhou Mao to the meeting place agreed with the director-a hotel on the outskirts of the city as scheduled.It takes about an hour to drive from Hao Kaixin's house.Along the way, Hao Kaixin didn't say a word.After arriving at the hotel, Zhou Mao got off the car, Hao Kaixin rolled down the window and called Zhou Mao to come over.

"I'll wait for you here. Call me if you have any problems, or come down to me directly." Hao Kaixin paused, and then said: "This director has rumors that he likes young and beautiful boys with unspoken rules. careful."

Zhou Mao nodded and thought to himself: "What's wrong with this world? Why do I like young boys just like myself? Why are young boys in this world so sad? Do they still have a chance to grow up normally?"

Narrator: "...Why are you talking so much nonsense, why don't you hurry into the hotel."

"Come in, come in." Zhou Mao muttered: "You too, and Hao Kaixin too, I don't feel very good today."

"It's strange if you're in a good mood." The narrator said this in a low voice, and then stopped talking.

Zhou Mao walked into the director's room, as he expected, there was only the director in the room.As described in Zhou Mo's novel, the director had a few polite words with Zhou Mao, and then began to play tricks on him.

Zhou Mao was touched by the director like a dead fish.The narrator couldn't stand it anymore: "What are you doing, at least you should resist."

Zhou Mao: "Anyway, Hao Kaixin will come in to save me later, and my resistance is a waste of energy. It's better to save energy and think about how to protect my chrysanthemum in the bed."

Narrator: "...you should yell twice. Don't forget that the plot will change. If you just stand here without saying a word, Hao Kaixin may think that you are okay and didn't come to save you. Then you carefully The protected chrysanthemum will be dedicated to the old director first."

Zhou Mao felt that the narration was very reasonable, so he yelled a few times at the top of his voice.Sure enough, as soon as Zhou Mao yelled, Hao Kaixin kicked open the door and rushed in. The speed made Zhou Mao wonder if he had been squatting at the door and waiting.

Hao Kaixin gave the director a hard look, picked up Zhou Mao and left the room.

"Don't forget to say the lines." The narration reminded Zhou Mao. "You have to say: 'Don't do this for me, what if you offend the director.'"

"This line is really a white lotus." Zhou Mao muttered.But still honestly.After hearing this, Hao Kaixin frowned, and the footsteps that were about to go outside the house stopped instantly.He carried Zhou Mao on his shoulders, walked to the front desk and quickly opened a room, then walked into the room, locked the door, and threw Zhou Mao on the bed.

Zhou Mao wanted to get up from the bed, but Hao Kaixin refused.He pressed his whole body down, making Zhou Mao unable to move.

Zhou Mao felt bad.He hasn't figured out how to complete the plot of the novel while avoiding the plot of having sex.Hao Kaixin looked at Zhou Mao, sneered, pinched Zhou Mao's chin with his hands, and forced him to look directly at him.

"You are afraid of offending the director, but you are not afraid of offending me?" Hao Kaixin said coldly.

Zhou Mao wanted to say something, but Hao Kaixin blocked his mouth.His tongue invaded Zhou Mao's mouth recklessly, and at the same time, he reached into Zhou Mao's clothes and rubbed them.

"It's over, it's over." Zhou Mao felt desperate: "This bed sheet seems to be rolled."

However, when Zhou Mao came up with this idea, the words "fuck the bed" suddenly attracted Zhou Mao's attention.

"Wait," Zhou Mao said to the narrator: "In Momo's novel, how does sex be described?"

"There is no detailed description." The narrator replied: "It just wrote 'Zhou Mao and Hao Kaixin had sex, and the relationship between the two became deeper'."

Zhou Mao seemed to see the dawn: "Then, do I just need to literally 'roll the sheets', and just roll around on the sheets, and I can pass the plot?"

"...It should be...ok..." The narrator hesitated.

At this time, Hao Kaixin seemed to notice Zhou Mao's absent-mindedness, and the movements of his lips and hands became more provocative.Zhou Mao felt unbearable in his heart, and was about to take it no longer.He clenched his fist, ready to punch Hao Kaixin later, forcing him to roll around on the bed.

Just when Zhou Mao raised his hand, Hao Kaixin heard the sound of his phone vibrating.Hao Kaixin frowned again, and he took out his cell phone from his pocket, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to it.But when he caught sight of the caller, Hao Kaixin hesitated for a moment, and still picked up the phone.

Zhou Mao watched Hao Kaixin sit up from him with a serious expression, and said "Well, yes, yes".After a while, Hao Kaixin hung up the phone, stood up, looked at Zhou Mao and sighed.

"I'm going out for a while. You don't want to go anywhere." Hao Kaixin said, "Stay here, lock the door, and don't open the door when anyone comes." After finishing speaking, Hao Kaixin kept staring at Zhou Mao.It wasn't until Zhou Mao replied "Yes" that he seemed to be slightly relieved and left the room.

"I thought you were going to sneak away," the narrator said.

"No," Zhou Mao shook his head: "This hotel is in the suburbs, with no access to the village or store, so I can't run anywhere. Besides, Hao Kaixin is not unreasonable. I will wait for him to come back. Roll on the bed forcibly, and then force him to say the closing line, should it be enough?"

"You pushed him to the bed?" The narrator sneered, "It's more or less the other way around."

"...Don't care who presses whom, it's all about rolling on the bed sheet." Zhou Mao said: "Then it can be over."

Hearing the word "end", the narrator suddenly fell silent.

"Zhou Mao," the narrator paused, and said softly, "Is that why you want to leave this world?"

The tone of the narration is different from usual, without a hint of ridicule.Zhou Mao was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to stay?"

"..." After a few seconds of silence, the voice of the narrator sounded: "I want you to stay."

"...No." Zhou Mao refused, but his tone was very gentle: "I can't stay here forever. My body is now in the survival cabin of the hospital. If I stay here all the time, it will increase the burden on the hospital."

"And, I want my sister to wake up. I want to be in reality, next to her, and watch her open her eyes."

"I..." The narrator seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by a rough and violent knock on the door.Zhou Mao turned his head suspiciously and looked towards the door.

"Hao Kaixin is back? This is too soon." Zhou Mao muttered softly and walked towards the door.He peeped out the door through the peephole.There was indeed a person standing at the door, but it was not Hao Kaixin, but Brother Liu, the manager.

"How did he know that I was in this room?" Zhou Mao was a little puzzled.For some reason, he had an indescribably bad premonition.

Brother Liu seemed to hear the commotion in the room.He stopped knocking on the door and called "Zhou Mao".Brother Liu's voice was not loud, but Zhou Mao who was by the door could hear it clearly.When Zhou Mao was hesitating whether to answer, his cell phone rang.

Brother Liu called in.

Zhou Mao looked at the phone, feeling somewhat resistant in his heart for some reason.At this time, brother Liu's clear voice came from outside the door: "Zhou Mao, I know you are in the house. Answer the phone quickly."

Zhou Mao hesitated for a moment, then connected the phone.Brother Liu's anxious voice came from the phone immediately: "Zhou Mao. Don't stay in that room. Leave quickly. Otherwise, you will be in danger."

Zhou Mao felt a chill in his heart, and the horror movies he had watched for more than 20 years came to his mind one by one. "Liu Brother Liu, don't scare me." Zhou Mao said tremblingly, "There is no one else in this room except me."

"I'm not talking about this." Brother Liu seemed a little impatient, and spoke quickly: "You must follow me before Hao Kaixin comes back, and don't be discovered by him. He is a murderer. He is about to kill you."

Zhou Mao's blood froze all over his body.He held up his mobile phone in disbelief: "Hao Kaixin? A murderer?" For a moment, he vaguely remembered the serial murders in this city that targeted Hao Kaixin's male fans.

At this time, Zhou Mao's cell phone vibrated.It seems to have received a short message.But because he was on the call, Zhou Mao didn't check it.

"Yes." Brother Liu said quickly. "Hao Kaixin is glamorous on the outside, but he is actually a pervert on the inside. He likes to trick young boys into bed, and then brutally kill them. You are his latest target. I let you debut to protect you and expose you to the public Look down, so that he can't do it. But I didn't expect that he would bring you to the suburbs. As soon as I heard about it, I hurried over here. You come with me, before the murderer comes back."

"Who is the murderer?" A cold voice came from behind the door and the phone at the same time, interrupting Brother Liu's words.That should be a familiar voice, but Zhou Mao couldn't help shivering.

After a long and frozen silence, Hao Kaixin knocked on the door: "Zhou Mao, open the door."

Zhou Mao didn't want to open the door, but he didn't know how to face this situation. "Narrator, what should I do?" Zhou Mao couldn't help asking the narrator for help.

"I... don't know... this... no... the story... the plot." The voice of the narration seemed to be a communication failure, mixed with electronic sounds, intermittent.

"Narration?" Zhou Mao had never faced such a situation.He didn't know the principle of the narrator communicating with him, he just thought it was speaking telepathically.Listening to the increasingly noisy voices in his ears, Zhou Mao felt more and more uneasy.

Hao Kaixin knocked on the door twice: "Zhou Mao?" His tone was very calm: "Zhou Mao, don't be afraid. I'm not a murderer. Open the door."

"Turn on...try...it's not right...the words...return...to the beginning." The narrator spoke with difficulty.Zhou Mao understood a little bit.He can try opening the door, and if things go wrong, the narrator will teleport him back to the beginning.

Zhou Mao felt a little relieved.He opened the door slowly, Hao Kaixin and Brother Liu looked at him with pale faces.Seeing Zhou Mao's figure, Brother Liu quickly stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Mao's arm: "Follow me quickly. Don't pay attention to him."

Hao Kaixin stopped Brother Liu sideways.He stared fixedly at Zhou Mao, and said, "Zhou Mao. Don't go with him. I'm not a murderer. He is."

Zhou Mao gave a jolt.Brother Liu held Zhou Mao tightly and pulled him behind him.He sneered and said, "You have learned to spout blood. Say that I am a murderer, and you show me the evidence."

Hao Kaixin still stared at Zhou Mao, and did not look at Brother Liu: "Zhou Mao. Follow me. I have no evidence to prove that he is a murderer, and he can't prove that I am a murderer either." He paused: "Because I am a murderer." Innocent."

Zhou Mao's mind seemed to be muddy, and the chaos was uncomfortable.He cannot make a decision directly.

At this time, Zhou Mao suddenly remembered that the narration seemed to say that he was from the perspective of God. Could it know something? "Narrator," Zhou Mao asked for help, "Do you know what the truth is?"

But at this point the voice of the narration has completely turned into electronic noise.Zhou Mao couldn't hear any words he could understand.He looked up at the two men in front of him.Brother Liu and Hao Kaixin both stared at him.Brother Liu was still holding his arm tightly, and Hao Kaixin also came up and grabbed Zhou Mao's other hand.

I can only rely on myself.Zhou Mao thought.

He lowered his head, thinking carefully.Both Brother Liu and Hao Kaixin seemed to be quite patient, and they didn't make any noise to disturb, but they just tightened their hands and tightened their grip.

After a while, Zhou Mao raised his head.

"I'll go with you." He said to Hao Kaixin.

Hao Kaixin nodded, and with his other hand, he held Zhou Mao's arm that was held by Brother Liu, and pulled Zhou Mao out of Brother Liu's control.Brother Liu's handsome face instantly distorted, making a bitter expression.However, soon, he returned to his normal expression.He watched Hao Kaixin take Zhou Mao away, but didn't stop him too much.

Zhou Mao was pulled by Hao Kaixin, and he stumbled forward.He subconsciously looked back at Brother Liu.Brother Liu's expression was dull. When his eyes met Zhou Mao's, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he opened his mouth, and silently said four words.

Zhou Mao had no time to guess what Brother Liu was talking about.He was quickly dragged out of the hotel by Hao Kaixin.Hao Kaixin did not take Zhou Mao to his car, but dragged him along non-stop.The hotel itself is in the suburbs and the roadside is very depressed.Walking and walking, Zhou Mao found that he had come to a completely unfamiliar small road, and there was no one around or a car passing by.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hao Kaixin finally stopped.Zhou Mao was a little exhausted, but he was still a little happy when he saw Hao Kaixin stop.Panting for breath, he gently leaned against a small tree by the side of the road to rest for a while.

Hao Kaixin turned around and saw Zhou Mao was very tired, so he pulled him closer and let him lean on him.As usual, Hao Kaixin stroked Zhou Mao's hair and asked softly, "Tired?"

"Tired." Zhou Mao replied, he unceremoniously put his whole body weight on Hao Kaixin.

Hao Kaixin smiled, and wrapped his arms around Zhou Mao's shoulders: "Then let's rest here for a while." He stood holding Zhou Mao for a while, seemingly hesitant.After a few minutes of silence, he asked in a low voice, "Why do you believe me?"

"I think what Brother Liu said is contradictory." Zhou Mao said, "He said he wanted to protect me, but he allowed you to come into contact with me. He has the status of your lover, but he doesn't stop me from living in your house. If you If it was really a murderer, I would be dead by now."

"Then you think Brother Liu is the murderer?" Hao Kaixin asked.

"No," Zhou Mao broke away from Hao Kaixin's arms and stood up straight.He was a little puzzled, and shook his head: "I don't think he looks like that either."

Hao Kaixin stared fixedly at Zhou Mao.The corners of his mouth slowly raised into a weird smile.

"Really?" Hao Kaixin said.

At this time, the noisy electronic sound in Zhou Mao's mind suddenly intensified, and he heard the voice of the narrator drowning in it along with the piercing scream.It seemed to scream in the chaos that something was wrong.

Zhou Mao tried hard to distinguish the narration, but he couldn't hear it clearly.Just as he was about to call the narrator, the noise suddenly died away.For a moment, the environment was eerily quiet.

"It's over." A strange voice whispered in Zhou Mao's ear.

A cold foreign body sensation invaded Zhou Mao's body.He looked up in surprise and saw Hao Kaixin's half-smile face.

"Zhou Mao." Holding the handle of the knife, Hao Kaixin seemed to be calling Zhou Mao's name, and seemed to be talking to himself.Blood trickled down his fingers to the ground.

Zhou Mao's abdomen was in pain like tearing.He could feel his warm blood gushing out.He clutched his abdomen, trying hard to confirm what happened, but couldn't resist the gradually blurred vision.

Zhou Mao staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.He felt that his life was being drained with the blood.The phone fell out of his pocket and landed next to Zhou Mao's face.Unread short messages flashed on the dimly lit screen.It was from Hao Kaixin.

The five words lay quietly against the white background of the phone, hurting Zhou Mao's eyes in the darkness.

"Don't trust me."

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