Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

The clown wasn't called a clown before, he was called Shug.

"Sugar~ Sugar means sweet, right?" Xiang Taiyi smiled, and his voice came from the back of his head.

Jiang Wu's heart felt tight, he moved his feet, and adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably.

I don't know if he misread it, but he always felt that there was an indescribable strange feeling in the limbs of the young man's body.

Like, the other way around?

No, the knee is obviously kneeling inward.

"But Xiuge can't be loved." Xiang Taiyi's voice sounded again, this time coming from the front, facing the wall, it seemed a little muffled.

Jiang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, it was indeed an illusion just now.

He calmed down and listened to the other party telling the story of the clown——

Xiuge is a freak, has been since birth.

His mother was a drug addict, and after giving birth to him, he was left to fend for himself in an old wooden house.

Thanks to the careful care of the neighbor's aunt, he managed to survive the most vulnerable age.

Young Xiuge likes to collect animal carcasses, ranging from insects, to birds, to wild dogs killed by cars on the side of the road.

His house never stinks.

Temperament is also withdrawn, do not like to talk to anyone.

Over time, people thought he was dumb.

What's more, he didn't even close the door on the neighbor's aunt who raised him.

The aunt could only put the plate with food at the door of the wooden house, waiting for Xiuge to pick it up.

But when she came to collect the dishes in the evening, the food was still there, and the portion was still very large, Xiuge was useless at all, it was all cheaper for those insects, ants and flies from the wild.

"Go away, disgusting bug." Aunt Meili flapped her rough hands used to doing farm work, and successfully drove away a few flies that had a carnival on the steak.

She stared at the closed wooden door in front of her, and said worriedly: "Xiu Ge, aren't you hungry?"

[Don't waste food on me in the future, I won't eat it. ] A sticky note full of words was pushed out from under the crack of the door by the person inside.

Aunt Meili stuffed the note into her apron pocket, and said unwillingly, "I'll give it back tomorrow, you have to eat it."

Little Xiuge is so pitiful, with such a mother, Meili can't do anything to ignore him.

She has a kid of her own, goes to high school in the next state, and doesn't come back until the holidays.

Break your fingers, in two days, my son will be home.

Little Xiuge has an introverted personality, maybe he can let his son keep him company, maybe it can change him.

Meili returned home clapping her hands and smiling: That's right!

She thought she had found the crux of the problem and had a clever idea of ​​a solution.

As everyone knows, her move is tantamount to pushing her excellent son into the fire pit.

Meili's son, Marvin, was three years older than Xiuge, just at the age of puberty, with a pile of pimples on his forehead.

His facial features are ordinary, no matter from the side or the front, they are ordinary and cannot be more ordinary.

But even so, he was the most popular young guy in the town with the girls.

Ma Wen is cheerful and enthusiastic, with a sunny smiling face all year round, wherever he goes, it is summer.

The temperature in his smile can heal the wounds in the hearts of the injured, heal the burning impulse of the manic and depressed, and warm the lonely soul of the lonely.

Everybody called him, Angel Marvin!

Marvin is well aware of his charm, so he never grudges his smile.

He even used it to get rid of some petty crimes.

For example, he lost the ball of draft paper with the picture of a buck-toothed art teacher under the desk, but he blamed it on his "scapegoat" deskmate Doli.

Doli was punished by the angry teacher to stand for most of the class.

Dory thinks that Marvin is a demon, and it doesn't match up with the angel that his classmates and teachers say.

From the first day he moved to Marvin's side, the nightmare never stopped.In his eyes, the deskmate is completely a selfish, greedy, stalking, bad-tempered villain.

But Dolly couldn't argue, and everyone was willing to believe the hypocritical lies of the angel Marvin.

He thinks that what Dory said to 'slander' Ma Wen is just because he is jealous of the other party's good popularity and wants to sow discord among his classmates.

Dory also became the rat shit in the class because of this, and no one liked to play with him.

Except for the angel Marvin, who is occasionally used to reinforce his helpful image in front of his teachers and classmates.

If conditions permit, Dori really wants to smash the devil to death with his eyes.

Summer vacation is here, Ma Wen changed to another 'studio' to continue his career as an actor.

This time, Xiuge became a good substitute.

Such a quiet, withdrawn, poor wretch was nothing more than an excellent toy to Marvin.

He was going to follow the way he treated Dori on campus before, first approaching Xiuge pretending to be kind, and waiting for Xiuge to completely believe him

After himself, he will show his true colors to trample and ridicule the other party in order to gain pleasure.

But when Xiuge really allowed him to get close, Marvin vomited.

After all, he is only a half-grown boy, facing the room full of rotting animal carcasses, how can he calm down and act?

He immediately decided to leave the cabin and never go near this little lunatic who liked to collect dead things.

When passing the porch, Marvin tripped over something and almost stepped on it.

Lowering his head in shock, he saw clearly that the thing was a decapitated animal head.

Marvin yelled and fled through the door.

Afterwards, he didn't see the freak again for a long time.

The holiday came to an end, and Ma Wen, who had nothing to do, was driven by Aunt Meili to the field to harvest hay to feed the horses.

Halfway through the farm work, a figure suddenly passed by.

Marvin stopped what he was doing and looked up.

It was Xiuge, this guy stuffed a bouquet made of cat's paws into his hands without saying a word.

The cat's paws had dried up, and even the flesh pads on it had turned black and purple, together with the shimmering stars all over the place, it was extremely sinister and ugly.

Marvin widened his eyes, threw the bouquet to his face, and cursed angrily, "Don't come near me, little lunatic."

Xiu Ge didn't hide, but rushed up and hugged his waist, and said in a low voice, "I like you, Marvin."

From the first time he saw Marvin's smile in the cat's eyes, he was deeply attracted.

What kind of smile is that, it looks pure and clean, warm enough to heal any pain.

But the shadow of hell hides in the eyes.

Hugh smelled the same kind of breath in him.

"We were born to be together." Hug murmured.

"Neuropathy!"

Marvin immediately packed his luggage and returned to school, spending the rest of the vacation alone in the dormitory.

When meeting the little lunatic again, Marvin had grown into a 19-year-old youth.

And the little lunatic has also become a big lunatic.

He was uneducated and eked out a living by playing clown in the town circus.A head of blue and pink hair, neatly arranged on the sides.

Marvin saw Xiuge holding colorful balloons outside the fence of the carousel. This man was wearing a bloated patchwork clown suit and his face was covered with thick paint, which looked extremely funny.

He laughed, and pulled out a balloon string from the clown's hand, wrapped it around Huger's neck, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

The balloon floats above the clown's head, and the thin red thread looks like a wound on his neck.

No, it should be said to be a strangle mark, Xiuge seems to be hanging himself with a balloon!

"Look, it looks like a psychopath." Marvin's face once again showed a pure angelic smile.

He smiled to himself for a while, seeing the lack of emotion on the clown's face, he felt bored and left.

Why dare to bully Xiuge? Didn't this madman like himself when he was a child?

That,

Even if he bullies a little too much, nothing will happen.Xiuge smiled resolutely.

The wind was a bit strong, blowing over and blowing on his face, the white shirt on his body was filled with strong wind, flapping out like a tent.

In Xiuge's eyes, it was like two pairs of white wings about to spread.

Xiuge followed Marvin's direction for a few steps, and stopped again. In the diamond-shaped eye sockets, a pair of eyes were as small as the holes of straws.

The red balloon was swaying left and right above his head, because of the wind pulling, the balloon rope was tightened and tightened, Xiuge lowered his head, his eyeballs were protruding, as if they were about to roll out of their sockets.

A little girl who had just run up to him to beg for a balloon looked up and saw this expression, and was so frightened that she sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Hugh didn't even look at her, and ran towards Marvin against the wind, maintaining the appearance of the balloon hanging around his neck.

The balloon spun wildly above his head like a propeller in a screwdriver.

The thin thread became tighter and tighter, turning into a sharp knife, scraping into Xiuge's fragile skin.

Blood flowed from the cracks of the wound, forming irregular jagged patterns like rose thorns.

Xiuge didn't seem to be able to feel the pain, and his steps became bigger and bigger, and his speed became faster and faster.

Snapped!

The balloon rope broke and was pulled by the wind and floated into the dark sky.

Xiuge finally caught up with Marvin.

He jumped over, like a big bird, covering Marvin's thin back.

Suddenly the weight came up, and Marvin knelt into the wheat field without any defense.

The tall straw covered the figures of the two of them, and in the darkness, Xiuge slowly approached.The breath is scorching hot, with a strong aggressiveness.

Marvin's heartbeat gradually lost control, beating the surrounding night, and there was nowhere to hide.

The hazy wind in the distance blows past, and the golden wheat tips undulate like waves, like a natural fig leaf, covering the gloomy land, blending with the deep sin.

Marvin and Hugo are in love.

This is really a miraculous thing, so miraculous that when Aunt Mei Li caught the two of them chewing each other in the wooden house, she almost put the dinner plate on her son's shameless ass.

They still maintain a posture of one body, hugging each other tightly, as if even dust can't get involved.

"Marvin!" Mei Li roared in shock, her voice was so high and loud that it almost lifted the roof of the small house.

The young man turned his head, his face was flushed red, his eyes were dimly lit, "Mom..."

He laughed in a trance, his smile was soft and shy, like a puddle of soft water.

"Get up soon!" Mei Li stomped her feet, her fat and strong body was like a ball, blocking the door tightly, making the small cabin that could not see much light even darker.

Marvin lowered his neck, walked around to Xiuge's face, rubbed it lightly, and was about to get up, but was hugged by the young man.

"I love him." The clown's hair is bright in color, even the darkness can't swallow half of its light. On his delicate face, a pair of eyes that are a few rounds smaller than others are looking directly at the middle-aged woman, fearless and frank. magnanimous.

"God forgive me, God forgive me..." Meili pointed her fingers at her forehead, chin, shoulders, and then her chest, repeating, repeating, repeating—until she couldn't take the blow any longer and sat down heavily. On the ground, crying and shouting: "Damn Shug, damn gay, I should have listened to Grandma Mary's advice, let you starve to death in this smelly cabin, get out, you freak, get away from my son Get out!!"

Mary propped herself up on the ground and crawled over like a fat worm. Her thick hand hit Huger's face, leaving tall blood-red palm marks.

Marvin just watched from the side, that innocent smile was a little dazzling from the sun.

He even turned his ears to listen to the sound with great enjoyment.

Xiuge quietly endured Aunt Meili's anger without making a sound.

Those weird eyes were always staring at Marvin, with an expression of concentration and obsession, and even the strong slap of the woman couldn't turn his face away.

"Crazy, all crazy..." Meili was finally tired. She sat on the ground with disheveled hair, chanting, as if all her energy had been taken away, and she aged ten years in an instant.

Mei Li didn't give up because of this, she forced Marvin to catch the train to Capital State University.

Amidst the long honking of the whistle, the train slid forward slowly, Xiuge opened his hands to the young man who had sneaked up to the top of the carriage, and encouraged him: "Honey, jump down."

Marvin shook his head and said firmly, "You won't catch me."

"I will." The clown's eyes were exposed to the sunlight, almost overlapping the pupils, and matched with dark purple lips, there was a crazy and grotesque beauty.

Marvin tentatively dropped his suitcase, but the clown caught it firmly.

"Catch me." He believed it, and jumped with his eyes closed.

However, Xiuge stopped moving forward, opened his hands, and watched the young man fall on the soft grass, his mouth opened wide suddenly, and let out a shrill scream!

Marvin's feet were crushed by the rail wheels of the train, and they were shattered from the knees, and half of them were almost turned into flesh.

The train passed slowly and unconsciously, and the carriages rolled over the young man's calf repeatedly, until finally, even the remaining sticky skin was cut off.

His calf completely separated from his body.

"No! No! No!!!" Marvin propped up his upper body in pain, seeing his muddy severed limbs in despair, "Why did you do this to me, why!!!"

Marvin's eyes full of hatred stared straight at Xiu Ge, his face was already covered with snot and tears, ugly and distorted like a ghost crawling out of the ground.

"We will be together forever." Xiuge stepped forward and hugged the young man.

Some of the severed limbs were crushed into the pebbles, and when they were pulled, there was a burst of heart-piercing pain.

Marvin cried out, wishing he could die at once.

Xiuge supported his upper body with one hand, while with the other hand he turned over the young man's broken leg, picking out the stones embedded in it one by one.

Marvin twisted his body desperately, but Xiuge controlled him to death.

The fingers that were like knives and pincers were tormenting his wound like a shadow.

The train crush didn't make Marvin faint, but it only took a few seconds for Xiuge's hand to make him faint from the pain.

Xiuge stood up with the person in his arms, and when he turned around, he happened to see the timid train station conductor.

The freckled brown-haired young man stood behind the two of them and peeked at them for an unknown amount of time.

"Do you want to try it too?" Xiuge stared at the conductor blankly, his tone was cold, and the malice hidden in it was like maggots attached to the bone, gnawing at the flesh and blood of the brown-haired young man.

The conductor shuddered, spread his legs, and rushed back to the safe and narrow ticket room like a wild dog.

Through the square ticket gate, he saw the man holding the dying young man along the railway and into the forest on the corner.

When I went back that night, the conductor had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was still lying on his stomach in the ticket office, peeking out through the square opening.

Suddenly, a face was hung upside down at the ticket gate, with thin eyelids hanging down, exposing the entire white of the eyes.

It was the young man whose leg was crushed by the train. He was still in a comatose state, his eyeballs were rolled into his eyelids, and only a little black edge was exposed.

"help me……"

The conductor trembled and hid under the table.

That face then hung on the edge of the table, still staring at him with the whites of its eyes, its mouth wide open, tongueless, like a black hole.

From inside came a shrill scream that could pierce eardrums: "Why don't you save me!!!!"

The conductor woke up profusely with sweat. He walked to the living room, fumbled for the rotary phone, and dialed the police station with trembling fingers: "I, I... I'm fine."

Snapped.

The handset was switched back again.

What can he say?

To expose to the police an accident caused by a young couple who wanted to have fun on a whim and did not operate carelessly?

Mr. Sheriff will probably scold him for meddling in his own business...

That young man was obviously willing to jump down.

After the accident, his boyfriend also dealt with it immediately and took him away from the accident scene.

Although the process was brutal and bloody...

But, it should be fine.

A few days later, Aunt Mei Li reported that her son had disappeared.

The police saw a pool of blood beside the train track, and after DNA testing, it was confirmed that it was Marvin's blood.

This time it was Police Officer Leisen's old face reddened by the smell of alcohol that reached out to the ticket gate.

"Did you see anything, hiccup!"

"No... I didn't see anything." The conductor timidly turned his eyes to the side.

"Hi, the case can be closed then." The old police officer waved his hand and left with a shake of the wine bottle.

The town has been doing well in the past hundred years, and the biggest case reported to the police station was the loss of Grandma Mary's long-haired cat.

The police station is full of old people who are about to step into the coffin with half a foot.

The majestic and strict place has completely become a nursing home, and one can imagine how lax the law and order in the town will be.

Those sheriffs, besides snoring louder than anyone else holding the wine bottle crooked behind the desk, have no other skills.

Oh, and they often boast about their early affairs.

Chewing peanuts, with a mouth full of alcohol, talking loudly about the women of this small town with different styles.

Marvin was taken all the way out of the town by him.

"Let's go to a place where we will never be disturbed again." Xiu Ge smiled excitedly.He seemed to have forgotten that Marvin's leg was still bleeding.

Therefore, the next plot development is logical.

Marvin died, halfway on the way, his head lightly resting on Xiuge's arms, without a sound.

Due to excessive blood loss, his entire face was as white as paper.Only the lips were still a little bloody, which was from being bitten out by Xiuge's teeth from time to time.

At the destination, Xiuge built a wooden house with his bare hands.And using his best ability, he made Marvin into a specimen, keeping the best moment of his lover's life.

"You're mine forever..."

The story should have ended here, but Xiu Ge was not content with this ending.

After all, a lifeless specimen is not as warm as a lively and smiling stranger, and Xiuge is tortured by loneliness almost going crazy.

He rummaged through the boxes and found out the Book of the Dead that he accidentally bought from a Persian businessman in his early years.

The method of how to bring the dead back to life is recorded in detail above.

Xiuge chose the simplest one, to lead his life with his life.

On the night of the full moon, use the blood of ten living people to sacrifice to the god of the dead. After the god is satisfied, he will put back the flesh and blood and soul of the person engraved on the altar tablet.

A strange excited smile appeared on Xiuge's face——

Honey, we will meet soon.

In just half a year, he caught ten innocent travelers who fell into the trap.

These people were kept in the basement and raised until the night of the full moon, and then they were brutally killed.

Xiuge used hot blood to draw large undead summoning formations, and placed a monument to his lover in the center of the formations.

He changed into the clown costume he wore the day he and Marvin had sex in the wild, and repainted his delicate face.

The book says that you should bring the most profound memory of the deceased.

So the clown wrapped a red balloon around his neck.Completely restored all the makeup and dresses of that day.

After doing all this, he sat on the pile of still warm corpses, quietly watching the return of his dead lover.

In the dark night, a figure walked silently through the woods towards this side.

The man's steps were light and fast, his arms were swinging, and the range was getting bigger and bigger, and finally he seemed to be running.

When the other party ran to the bright area in front of the wooden house, the clown discovered that the head of the visitor was bent towards the sky, which was not the angle of a normal person at all.

His lover, holding a bottle of sulfuric acid in his hand, poured it here mercilessly.

The upper half of the clown's face was splashed with liquid. In the burning pain, the surface skin was quickly corroded, exposing the fragile red flesh inside.

"It hurts too much." The clown covered his burning eyelids and muttered in a low voice.

Marvin was still running, bouncing like a clockwork elf, and a can of concentrated sulfuric acid appeared in his hand, but when he was still pulling the lid, an ax suddenly slashed across the air, and the ruthless sharp blade threw him up His head was split in two abruptly.

The blood-red brain sprayed out, and the viscous liquid drenched the clown's face.

Xiuge wiped it expressionlessly, but it also blurred the facial makeup he had carefully drawn.

He stared blankly at the paint on his fingers for a while, then suddenly began to cry, and the crying became louder and louder, and the grief in the process almost tore the sky above his head.

In the distance, there were still people bouncing and running towards this place, their laughter was extremely nerve-wracking.

The clown was startled, and immediately rubbed off the magic circle that summoned the undead with his foot.

The figure disappeared out of thin air.

The clown thought that this brief farce was over, and he returned to the boring life of living alone.

Occasionally hunt one or two lost humans for comfort.

He wanted to use this kind of bloody madness to numb his brain—he still thought about his lover coming back from the dead.

Jiang Wu couldn't sit still when he heard this, and stood up abruptly, ignoring the barrel rolling to the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the young man on the bed, and he stepped back: "You are Marvin?"

"What nonsense, I'm Xiang Taiyi." The young man laughed, and the back of his head finally poked out a bit of the tip of his nose, then his lips, and his eyes.

It turned out that he had been facing Jiang Wu all the time.

But, his feet, his knees!

Xiang Taiyi straightened his body slowly, and finally exposed his lower body. He has no calves, and his knees have become round sores the size of a fist. He is tightly against the wall, and his buttocks are sitting on the mattress. s face.

It was indeed not the young man in the photos that Jiang Wu had seen.

"I'm Xiang Taiyi, get me out quickly." Qi Xingzhong sat forward again, this time close to the bed.

Jiang Wu's face was extremely stiff, and he took another step back, "No, you are definitely Marvin."

He guessed right, once the undead summoning formation is activated, it cannot be easily ended.

This forest was completely cursed. Every ten days, a new Marvin would reappear in the world, jumping and running to the depths of the forest.

If any unlucky traveler strays into the forest by mistake at this time, he will be brutally killed by Marvin, occupy the body of the other party, and move on.

"Get me out!!" Xiang Taiyi roared angrily.

[In the original plot, the two protagonists took pity on what happened to him, worked together to defeat the clown, and saved Xiang Taiyi from going out. ] The scarlet letter urged: [You must save him. ]

"To save such a strange person, is his brain caught by the door?"

Jiang Wu's hands were wet with sweat, and he couldn't move his feet no matter what.

Xiang Taiyi's story is too vivid.

This directly caused Jiang Wuman's mind to be full of images of Qi Xingzhong slamming his limbs and rushing towards him through the night.

Now, Scarlet Letter actually asks him to save Qi Xingzhong, let him bounce in his arms, and splash sulfuric acid by the way?

Fuck the bullshit plot, I can stop playing!

Jiang Wu ignored Xiang Taiyi's wriggling, and walked back to the climbing ladder, grabbing the iron rod and preparing to climb up.

As soon as he climbed to the entrance of the tunnel, he poked his head out, and unexpectedly met the clown who was walking to the door of the bedroom.

Jiang Wu saw that he was carrying a bloody man on his shoulders, which had been tied into a rice dumpling by hemp rope, but even so, the man was still struggling and writhing.

Sensing the danger, Jiang Wu shrank his head back, and retreated into the basement again.

He looked at the strange species on the bed, and suddenly he was not afraid like a miracle.

Walking over, squeezed to his side, panting: "Brother, remember to block the knife in a while, and I will rescue you after blocking the knife."

The straight ladder at the entrance of the tunnel made a creaking and shaking sound, and someone came down the ladder.

The man's footsteps were heavy and fast, and his speed was very fast, but he landed on the ground within a few seconds.

Then, the clown's blood-splashed clothes appeared in the light area.

Jiang Wuyi's heart suddenly rose, and he couldn't help but grabbed Taiyi's wrist: "I think we both have a cold."

"It's you." Xiang Taiyi chuckled, twisted his wrist suddenly, broke free from the man's hand, and pushed him into the arms of the approaching clown.

Jiang Wuying's straight nose just hit the hard muscle of the clown's chest, and the strong smell filled the nostrils, which were sucked in from outside and his own.

Jiang Wu was pulled up by the opponent, and his chin was raised with a hand in a leather case.

Just as a hot stream reached the nostrils, it flowed back because of the angle of inclination.

Jiang Wu fumbled in his pocket with his hands, and just touched the corner of the handkerchief, pinching it out to block the bleeding nose.

That's why you don't have to maintain an uncomfortable posture.

Putting his head straight, Jiang Wu saw the clown brutally raised the nail stick, knocking Qi Xingzhong unconscious with a few blows.

After dealing with Xiang Taiyi, the clown turned his head around again, his eyes pierced coldly at him from the gap of his messy hair.

Jiang Wu saw anger in the clown's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just came in here by accident." Jiang Wu couldn't believe it himself.

"Well, I just want to run."

When people are driven to a desperate situation, what they want is to die and survive.

While the clown was not paying attention, Jiang Wu reached out and grabbed the nail stick, ignoring the sharp pain of the nail piercing his skin, and wanted to grab it.

It's the only weapon you can get your hands on nearby.

But he didn't expect it to be so easy.

The clown didn't seem to use much force, Jiang Wu easily grasped the nail rod in his hand, so he changed the head and held the end without the nail.

His fingers were pierced by nails, dripping blood continuously.

The clown's eyes turned to his hand.

Jiang Wu had a weapon, so he had to be more confident. He climbed up the ladder in front of the clown. Just as he climbed onto the bed, he stretched out a hand, grabbed his ankle vigorously, and dragged him to the basement.

Jiang Wu kicked, but didn't shake off, so he turned around and gave him a stick, which just hit the clown's head.

The nail hit the skull with a crisp sound.

The clown's fingers slowly lost their strength, and he fell down from the tunnel entrance while lying on his back.

Jiang Wu looked down, and the clown was lying motionless on the ground, the scar on his face was almost filled with blood oozing from his forehead.

Red bloody holes appeared one after another, Jiang Wu's scalp felt numb, and he quickly closed the lid.

He wound the iron chain back and locked it firmly with an alloy lock.

After doing all this, he walked to the twitching human-shaped rice dumpling on the ground, and was about to untie it.

A strangely smiling face turned around, and it turned out to be the young man in the bedside photo——Marvin! !

Jiang Wu was frightened, and immediately ran away from the door.

The night wind whimpered and blew the branches of the tree, making its shadow more hideous.

Jiang ran forward along the route in his memory without nerves tense.

He looked behind him from time to time, for fear of seeing the clown chasing him.

Be vigilant about your surroundings again, because the story just now is too deeply rooted in people's hearts, Jiang Wuzhen is afraid that a strange creature with sulfuric acid will suddenly jump out next to him.

Although that guy is now tied up in the wooden house, another one will emerge in Baoqi.

The surroundings were too quiet, except for the wind like a ghost crying, the only sound was the sound of his soles stepping on the leaves.

The front convenience is a slope, and you can see the road along it.

The car that crashed the front of the car was still parked under the thick tree.

Jiang Wu strode over, holding on to the smooth roof of the car, and felt alive.

He was about to open the car door and go in to rest for a while.

A truck suddenly drove over on the road ahead. The aperture of the headlights fluctuated from big to small, pushing through the dark night and approaching slowly.

As the distance shortened, the two beams became more dazzling.

Jiang Wu raised his hand to cover his eyes, and raised his other arm, ready to stop the car.

The truck stopped next to him, but the timid driver was taken aback by Jiang Wu's bloody nail stick.

He shook his head at the man outside, and said in a trembling voice, "Sorry, sorry."

While talking, step on the gas pedal with the sole of your foot, and you are about to drive away.

"I can pay, and you can set the price as you like." This was the only opportunity, and Jiang Wu didn't want to miss it. He raised his hand and knocked on the window glass, but he didn't pay attention to the wound on his fingertips, and left a few more on the car glass. a blood mark.

This made the driver even more frightened, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

Jiang Wu had no choice. When the rear compartment of the truck passed by, he reached out and grabbed the tail pull ring, stepped on the side of the truck with his soles, jumped up hard, and flipped inside.

All this was done silently.

The unaware driver was even secretly glad that he had just gotten rid of a 'Midnight Killer'.

The truck ran all the way along the mountain, and finally stopped in front of a motel called 'Future Hotel'.

The driver put on thick gloves for carrying goods and jumped off the front of the car.

"This is the delivery note. After you finish ordering later, just sign on it." The driver handed over a two-part form, walked around to the back, and was about to pull down the carriage when a tall figure Stand up suddenly.

"Hey!" The driver staggered back and stepped on the innkeeper's toes.

"Thank you." Jiang Wu got out of the car and wiped his bloodstained fingers on the driver's shoulder as a repayment for his helpless grace.

"Any rooms available?" This was asked to the innkeeper next to the driver.

"Yes, come with me." The innkeeper is short, bald, with few hairs on his head, purple-red eye circles, cloudy eyeballs, and pinholes on his arms. feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Walking to the counter, Jiang Wucai realized that he couldn't pay the room fee, and Feng Cheng kept his wallet.

And Jiang Wu's character design in this world is that he does not bring money, and is responsible for eating, drinking and having fun along the way.

[No payment required] The red letter appears.

Jiang Wuxin thought, that's right, the Killing Hotel, some people come here in a hurry to die, and they can definitely stay if they don't have money.

From this point of view, although he failed to save Xiang Taiyi, the plot still continued?

[your partner saved]

Wind orange?

Jiang Wu's heart was pounding, 'Where is he? '

The scarlet letter never came out again.

"100 yuan a night." The hotel owner raised a finger and shook it in front of the man's bewildered eyes.

"One hundred." Jiang Wu blinked, pulled back his thoughts, and pretended to feel in the pockets of his clothes, but naturally found nothing.

He discussed with the boss with some embarrassment: "My companion and I got lost, and his wallet is with him. Do you have a phone?"

The hotel owner stared at the computer for a while, then suddenly shook his head: "Yes."

Jiang Wu couldn't understand, "Yes?"

The hotel owner continued to shake his head: "Yes."

Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak, but was preempted by the boss: "I'll cut it in a while, so you can't get through."

Jiang Wu: ...

Has the current murder hotel become so rampant?

"Do you still want to stay?" The hotel owner snapped the room card that had just recorded the message in half.

Scarlet letter: [Stay. ]

Jiang Wu nodded helplessly: "Stop."

The hotel owner had no choice but to take out a whole stack of room cards from the cabinet and break them all in half.

"There is no room."

Oh.

"It's okay." Jiang Wu felt some interest in experiencing the film at this moment, "I still have feet."

He ignored the hotel owner's sudden panic expression, raised his foot, and walked into the hotel.

The lobby on the first floor is small, just a few steps to the elevator.

There are two iron doors in total, one with two bars drawn with a blue line, and the other with a bar drawn with a red line.

Jiang has no intuition that the red line is unlucky.I chose the blue line with two bars.

The elevator door opened, and he looked up to confirm that it was the blue line before walking in.

The hotel owner saw from the computer surveillance screen that the man entered through the double-bar blue-line door, and his expression was slightly relaxed.

The elevator door opened, and a long black passage appeared in front of his eyes.

Jiang Wu doesn't have a room card, but it doesn't matter, he has feet.

The screen in the first room showed four green characters 'no occupancy'.

Jiang Wu raised his foot and kicked it with confidence, bang!

The door panel opened in response.

He walked in and closed the door with his backhand. The lock was not broken, and it closed again by itself.

Jiang Wu sat on the sofa and stretched his long legs.

The configuration of the hotel room is good, with air conditioning, TV, and poured red wine on the table.

Jiang Wu feared that it was left by the former tenant, it was unhygienic and he didn't dare to drink it.

He picked up the remote control and pressed it on the LCD TV hanging on the wall.

The screen flickered, and a line of words jumped out.

[Your future screen will be played soon, please select the age period]

One year, two years, five years, ten years, 15 years

Jiang leaned forward without interest: Really?Would that be a picture of his future, or a picture of the movie character's future?

One year is too short, five years is too long, let's make a compromise, two years!

[Loading... please wait. 】Followed by the little chrysanthemum turn around icon.

蒋