You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

"Do you believe that there is... spiritual power in the world?" Chen Ke asked, but this is not really a question, it is more like an introduction before a huge world view is introduced. He paused for a moment and continued, " When everyone prays to 【God】, 【God】has a powerful spiritual power, whether it exists in the form of inspiration or encouragement, 【God】becomes faith. If we replace 【God】 with【 Idol] is actually the same. I often think that many religions reject [idols]. Is it really because they are afraid that [idols] will lead people astray? Or, [gods] are also afraid that [idols] will be divided. Take the power of the spirit?"

Saturday looked confused: "This field is a bit mysterious. Although our architecture also has a branch of religious architecture research, I still don't quite understand what you mean..."

"If you want to go deeper, you can say a lot more, but I haven't fully figured it out myself, and this is just my guess. You can compare spiritual power to fans' love for a star. The more fans love a star, the more The more love a star receives, the stronger his charisma will be, and even change his own image and temperament. This is what I call the role of spiritual power. I am thinking, if you are that idol, the more If more people pay attention to you, your life will be more 'normal', not only the flow of time, but also other benefits, which is equivalent to strengthening your 'sense of existence', or making your 'soul' stronger , can break through the limitation of virtual characters and dominate the world of anti-theft badges."

"So, I'm going back, maybe a little more attention—review?" Saturday felt like he'd finally caught a chance.

"Yes, actually now, I can no longer control the anti-theft badge." Chen Ke smiled gloomily.

"And my conjecture has not been confirmed yet, but I think it may be confirmed or falsified soon." Chen Ke looked down at something, and said, "Today's anti-theft badge has been locked, see the relevant comments. Can’t get to 500, if you can’t, you will go back to the file and do it again on Saturday. I feel that the comments won’t be reached. Although there is a seal, the data of my article has been declining, and readers are used to it’ That 'performance, probably won't be as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning."

Indeed, if a chapter is locked for a week, even if Chen Ke replaces it on time every day, it will cause great inconvenience to readers. The reading habit that Chen Ke has cultivated in the previous year has collapsed in this short week. The comments also fell to the bottom all of a sudden.

The overall attention is less, and the attention of the anti-theft stamp is naturally reduced.

"Okay ... then we'll see," Saturday said.

"Go to bed early." Chen Ke said.

The two said good night to each other, turned off the video on Saturday, washed up and went to bed, and it was past four o'clock.

After he fell asleep, he had a dream, dreaming that he was walking in the vast darkness of night, and suddenly saw a ray of light in front of him. At first, he couldn't grasp where the light came from, but as he quickened his pace, He groped and walked there, and gradually saw someone holding a bright light, waiting for him standing at the bright intersection.

who's that person?

He looked closer, but couldn't see clearly, and there was an answer in his heart that was ready to come out.

Meanwhile, the real world.

After Chen Ke bid farewell to Saturday, he continued to write until dawn. When he heard the sound of birds chirping on the window lattice, he stood up from the computer and walked to the hospital bed still hidden in the shadows.

Everything last night was like a dream. He had never talked so much with Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan’s smile was recurring in his mind. people.

There seems to be a little bug crawling in my heart, itching, but I can't catch it.

With the pale and soft lips close at hand, Chen Ke stared at him as if possessed, his heart pounding, pounding in his chest.

"I swear, I won't do anything disrespectful to your body."

Just a kiss, shouldn't it be considered disrespectful?Chen Ke thought.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath—

straighten up.

A kiss is nothing, but he can't guarantee that after kissing, he can hold on to it.

Chen Ke went to the swimming pool in the community to swim for an hour, and then took a cold shower and came back.

Since he became a full-time writer, he has been exercising for two hours a day, one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon.

After Zhou Yan had an accident some time ago, he broke this good habit. After busying himself in the hospital, he took Zhou Yan home to take care of him. Naturally, he had no time to exercise.

Now, it's time to pick up good habits. After all, there may be video calls with "him" every moment, and he can't let his body develop freely.

After exercising for more than 10 minutes, people will become refreshed, the secretion of dopamine in the brain will be strong, and the thinking will become active.

Chen Ke was busy for a while, cooked the meal, fed it to the patient, and then took care of himself. Then he turned on the video and saw the Saturday when he just took a shower and his hair was still a little wet.

Saturday's skin is fairer among men, but compared to Chen Ke's dark whiteness, Saturday is healthier. In addition, he just took a hot bath, and his face is still a healthy light red , he smiled at Chen Ke, and greeted generously: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Chen Ke was in a good mood. Although he was facing the phone, he felt a strange sense of happiness as if he was saying good morning to Saturday in the kitchen.

"Actually, it's not too early," Saturday rubbed his hair, "it's almost noon."

The two didn't make an agreement, but they did the same thing in the morning, and started the video at about the same time.

"Yes." Chen Ke agreed.

"Up to now, there are only about 100 comments on the anti-theft chapter." Said on Saturday, "We can wait and see today. If you go back and start again, it means that your guess is correct. If it goes to the next date, it means my guess correct."

"Want to bet?" Chen Ke continued.

"No." Sat said bluntly.

"Okay...that's a no-prize quiz, whether it is or not, we'll wait and see."

"Okay." Saturday smiled.

"Also, no matter who knocks on the door today, don't open it." Chen Ke warned.

"what?"

As if in response to Chen Ke's crow's mouth, Saturday's doorbell suddenly rang.

……

During the period when Chen Ke was "ill", he often had the same dream.

At that time, he was not "Chen Ke", but a non-existent person from God's perspective. He looked down at a clean and tidy room, where there was someone he was crazy about. When his eyes fell on Zhou Yan's slender When the figure is on, it can no longer move away.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and he felt a burst of excitement. He watched Zhou Yan go to open the door, and his eyes lingered on Zhou Yan's dark pajamas belt. There is a fair and fragile part of the arms and the back of the neck. Just above the shoulder socket, there is a small brown mole, which makes the skin whiter and snowier, and makes people want to bite it.

He swooped down suddenly, pushed forward from the height of the ceiling, attached behind Zhou Yan like a ghost, at the shoulder, and over the shoulder, he saw Zhou Yan's slender jade-like hair protruding from the cufflinks of his dark pajamas. With that hand resting on the chain buckle, he took off the anti-theft chain neatly and twisted the door lock.

He couldn't help being excited, because Zhou Yan was going to let a demon in.

The next moment, his vision turned and he came to a small storage room. The storage room was built like an interrogation room. There were no windows on all sides. There was an overly dazzling incandescent lamp on the ceiling. The chairs are brightly illuminated.

The light draws a circular piece in the storage room, surrounded by darkness, like the mysterious circular stage of an Eskimo wine cellar, with countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness, waiting for the protagonist to perform.

At some point, the comatose young man sat on the iron chair, his head was drooping, his hands were bound behind the chair, his whole face was shrouded in shadow, only the back of his slender and fragile neck was exposed, Dazzlingly white.

The show has only just begun.

There are many different versions of this dream, but each version has the content of this prison? The male god who should be high in the secret love is pulled into the darkest underground by the dirty hand protruding from the mud .

The repeated insults, struggles, resentful eyes, and tears overflowing from the corners of the eyes are all so... cute.

It's just that the ending is not perfect, it can even be said to be terrible.

Zhou Yan is dead.

26 times were suffocation in struggle.

Eighteen times it was to find a way to get off the iron piece on the chair and stab it into the heart.

There were also several times when he killed himself by biting his tongue, cutting his pulse, or even without making a sound, and lost his life for some reason.

The time Chen Ke remembers most clearly was being burned to death because of a short circuit in the wires, and Chen Ke was not at home. When he came back, the person he thought he could trap had already...

Chen Ke wrote down all these dreams, and then wrote on his blog: Nightmare will wake you up for you.

This is a warning to myself that I must never approach Zhou Yan in a sick state. I would rather Zhou Yan's life without a trace of him, Chen Ke, than let Zhou Yan suffer because of him.

Later, Chen Ke gradually stopped having these terrible dreams.

He returned to the sun, and even started to write some inspirational and sunny novels. At first, he had no CP, and later he wrote Danmei in order to attract more people. The subscription returns were not bad, so he simply quit his full-time job and wrote full-time.

But he knew that the devil in his heart never disappeared, and there was more than one.

……

"Don't open the door." Chen Ke's tone was unprecedentedly severe.

Sitting down on Saturday, the doorbell kept ringing, which made him very uncomfortable, and he always wanted to answer the door.

I have some obsessive-compulsive disorder on Saturday. For example, when I see a penguin with news, I want to click, and when someone shakes the window, I want to reply, not to mention the phone ringing, or the doorbell ringing. This kind of direct stimulation, even if the alarm clock rings in the morning Yes, he can also press it within two clicks.

"I'm not a child." Saturday was a little dissatisfied with Chen Ke's tone, "And do you need to be so defensive?"

Chen Ke said seriously: "I know best what I am."