Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Zuo Yan looked around, it was a very normal environment, but when he touched the big bag on his head, his palm felt sticky, he took it off and looked, "System, come, let's sit down and chat."

System: "Your current state is not suitable for chatting."

Zuo Yan looked back at the ground, a pool of red liquid surrounded him, "The blood is still warm."

The body seemed to have just died.

The system said, "In order to avoid the accident last time, this time the body is absolutely fresh."

Zuo Yan: ...the word fresh is not used in this way.

"Would you like to receive information from this world?"

"I'm going to say I don't accept it."

The system said in a friendly tone, "Okay, receiving..."

Zuo Yan: ...

A large number of memory fragments flashed before his eyes, Zuo Yan was relieved, this time his identity was just an ordinary person.

Xu Yang, 23 years old this year.

The family is ordinary, even a little tight.

He is the child of a prostitute and a gambler, and he is destined to die.His mother failed to abort the fetus many times, but the last bit of maternal love saved him and gave birth to him anyway.

Having seen his fucking work early, and even his home is where he works, Xu Yang's sexuality has silently changed day and night.

Since childhood, he has been introverted, and when others scold him, he dare not refute that.

Coupled with the fact that I like men, people can be said to be very inconspicuous.

Two years ago, his mother died of illness and had no money for treatment. Before she died, she said that she had seen his biological father a few days ago and asked him to find him.

Xu Yang was obedient, and after dealing with the fucking funeral, he went to find that man.

Who would have imagined that his biological father drank in the middle of the night and died by the side of the road in the middle of the winter.

Xu Yang always thought of himself as a disaster star, his character was even weaker, and he lived alone after that.

It can be said that one person is full and the whole family is not hungry.

He has not gone to school for a few days, and now he works in a small supermarket, and occasionally does a few other small odd jobs to earn extra money.

When I left home this morning and walked halfway, I only felt a headache, and I don't know what happened after that.

Zuo Yan touched the wound on his head, then looked at the blood on the ground, "How did he die?"

It stands to reason that a person like Xu Yang who has no sense of existence would never offend anyone, and he did not have any disputes with others in his memory, but he died suddenly for no reason. It seems that he committed suicide.

System: "I don't know."

Zuo Yan said, "Who killed him?"

System: "I don't know."

Zuo Yan sighed, "What the hell do you know?"

System: "...you guessed it."

Guess your grandma has a paw.

Xie Yao stood at the door, looking expressionlessly at the man sitting in a pool of blood in a trance.

After a while, he stepped forward.

"You look like you need some help."

A gentle male voice sounded behind him, Zuo Yan turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

White shirt, long legs, a comfortable smile on the corner of his lips, light brown eyes flickering, giving people a gentle feeling.

His target this time is Xie Yao, a well-known painter.

"Are you injured? If you don't mind, come in and let me bandage you."

Zuo Yan looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, it was fair and bony, with a tinge of red on the little finger.

"System, are you sure this person really has a mental problem?"

System: "I'm sure."

Zuo Yan said, "I look quite normal."

System: "Which psychopath have you met who admitted to being a neuropathy?"

Zuo Yan thought for a while, "You're right."

The person in front of him maintained a bent posture, as if being measured by a ruler, he didn't care about his ecstasy at all, and kept his eyes on him.

Zuo Yan felt a chill under his body. After thanking him in a low voice, he put his hand on it. He wanted to use his strength to stand up, but his head became dizzy, and he sat back on the ground again.

Blood slid down his cheeks and dripped to the ground.

Xie Yao moved his throat, rubbed his right thumb and index finger unconsciously, and a dark light flashed in his lowered eyes.

"It seems that I didn't think carefully."

After finishing speaking, under Zuo Yan's surprised gaze, he bent down, passed one hand under his armpit, and put the other on his leg socket, and hugged him in without hesitation.

Zuo Yan was startled, he was about to be put on the sofa, Zuo Yan said, "Mr. Xie, I'd better sit on the chair, I'm covered in blood."

Xie Yao chuckled, and still put him on the sofa, "Blood will not be more difficult to wash off than paint."

After speaking, he pulled out the drawer under the coffee table, took out a small medicine box, and asked casually, "How do you know my surname is Xie?"

Not only do I know your surname Xie, but I also know which celebrity-endorsed laundry detergent you use, what fruit you like to eat, and which brand of toothpaste you like the most...

"I work as a cashier in Lejia Supermarket."

Lejia Supermarket is near Xie Yao's community, basically Xie Yao can go shopping every few days.

Xu Yang pays special attention to Xie Yao every time, not because he likes him.

Xu Yang has low self-esteem to the bone, so he feels from the bottom of his heart that he is not worthy of liking this person, he just longs for it.

He hopes that he can become a person like Xie Yao, so he pays more and more attention to him, and even imitates him unconsciously.

For example, wearing a white shirt and using the money I saved to buy oil paints.

Xie Yao raised his head in surprise and sized him up, "Sorry, I didn't recognize him just now."

He wiped the blood on his face with a towel.

Zuo Yan: Don't think I don't know, even if you wipe this face clean, you won't remember it at all.

Xu Yang is fairly handsome, otherwise he would not have been transferred to be a cashier, but he never raised his head in front of this person.

While disinfecting him, he asked, "Your injury, did you fight with someone else?"

Xu Yang's body is only 20 years old, coupled with long-term malnutrition, short stature, looks even smaller.

Boys of this age often have such impulsive fights.

Zuo Yan endured the pain in his head and said, "No."

Xie Yao looked at his wound and said, "The wound is not serious, but there is a lot of blood."

Zuo Yan didn't know if what he said was a temptation or something, so he didn't know if he said it vaguely.

Gauze was wrapped around the wound, Xie Yao looked down at him, "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Zuo Yan quickly said, "No need, I'll just go home and rest for two days."

For his wound, the doctor must recommend brain CT and prescribe some medicine. The little money Xu Yang saved, after this month's rent, is basically empty.

So, the money to go to the hospital is still left, he must be fine.

Seeing that Zuo Yan was about to leave, Xie Yao looked at the red color on his neck, moved his eyes, pressed his shoulders, and asked softly, "Where is your home?"

Zuo Yan reported the address of his home, but it was actually not far from Xie Yao's home.

Xie Yao smiled and said, "It's not easy to take a taxi around here, how do you plan to go back?"

How can Zuo Yan go back, he must be walking, he doesn't have a dime in his pocket, but what do you mean by asking, do you want to lend me money?

Seeing him lowering his head, Xie Yao seemed embarrassed, and said, "You may scare people when you go out with this clothes on."

Zuo Yan looked down at his clothes, it was also a white shirt with spots of red on it, he was extremely embarrassed.

If you go out in this outfit, you will be called to the police by passers-by every minute.

However, in this way, it is not to borrow money, but to borrow clothes?

It's okay, next time I can use the excuse of returning the clothes to find him.

Zuo Yan raised his eyes to look at him, but heard Xie Yao say, "Go upstairs and take a shower, I'll change you into clean clothes, I'll just go home later, if you're not in a hurry, you can go back with me. "

Zuo Yan asked with a little embarrassment, "Is it too much trouble for you?"

Seeing that he agreed, Xie Yao dragged him upstairs, "How to say, you were also injured at the door of my studio, well, you go in and wash it first, and put the replaced clothes in the bamboo basket , I'll get you clean clothes."

Zuo Yan stood in the bathroom, heard his footsteps walking away, and then took off his clothes, facing the blood on his body.

"System, where is this? Why is Xie Yao here?"

System, "This is Xie Yao's studio."

Zuo Yan was silent for a while, and asked, "Why did Xu Yang die in front of his studio?"

System: "...don't know."

Zuo Yan didn't expect him to give him an answer, the water flowed on his body, making him shiver from the cold, and he couldn't find anything that could change the temperature after searching for a long time.

At this time, Xie Yao took his clothes and knocked on the door, "I forgot to tell you how to change the temperature, the water is still cold."

Zuo Yan said, "It's cold."

Xie Yao said, "Then can I go in?"

Just as Zuo Yan was about to say yes, he saw that the door had already opened.

Zuo Yan stood aside naked, since you have already come in, why are you asking.

Xie Yao put the clothes at the door, picked up the remote control in the cabinet, and changed the water temperature.

Turning to look at him, eyes flickering, and said gently, "I'm going out, call me if you need something."

Zuo Yan nodded, "Thank you."

When people walked out, Zuo Yan looked at the mirror covered by heat, and always felt that it was not that simple.

Thinking of the situation of the target that he learned from his previous memory, Zuo Yan shivered all over his body.

"system."

"?"

"Didn't you say that the target is mentally ill?"

The system said, "That's right."

Zuo Yan rubbed his head, "Do you think it's possible that he killed Xu Yang?"

System: "What's the reason?"

Zuo Yan: "Need to find a reason to kill someone with a psychopath?"

System: ...that makes sense.