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

"Zhou, who was that person just now?" Frank asked impatiently. He sneaked a few glances just now, and was shocked to find that he was actually talking to that perverted Chen Ke on Saturday.

But didn't perverted Chen Ke rush into the building to save Saturday?

And, and, why did Saturday suddenly appear downstairs?

Frank was almost incoherent in anxiety, holding on to Saturday's upper arm tightly with both hands, for fear that Saturday would run away or disappear suddenly.

"Ah, it's my other cousin. They are twins." Thinking on Saturday, they couldn't be said to be the same person.

"Oh, that's it." Frank nodded, and eagerly moved on to the next question, "Are you okay? How did you escape? Didn't you say that you were locked in a room with a bomb by that pervert?"

Taking a deep breath on Saturday, thinking of the nearly 48-hour confinement process, he still felt a little numb, especially when "Little Chen Ke" forced him to the point of no return, he even thought about provoking the other party on purpose and detonating the explosion. Bombs are better than endless captivity and humiliation.

"Yes, he installed a camera in that room to monitor my actions, and asked me to guess the code lock on the door." Saturday paused, "After I guessed the code, I didn't rush to open the door, because the door It is still locked, and he is inside the gate, if I go out, I will still be beaten."

Frank's handsome face was wrinkled with heartache. He saw Saturday's tattered clothes and pitiful handprints, which were particularly obvious on his fair skin.

"Damn him!" Frank cursed violently.

"... Later I thought of a way to break the camera, so he had to go out to change the camera. While he was away from home, I opened the combination lock and asked the locksmith to open the anti-theft door before I came out. "

"You're so smart," Frank praised sincerely, "If it were me, I would definitely not be as calm as you."

Saturday shrugged, and he wasn't very calm, especially at certain points, when he was on the verge of a breakdown, but he pulled himself back from the brink.

"Does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital." Frank lowered his head to observe the injury on Saturday's face.

The distance between the two is a bit close. On Saturday, they were still in the state of "being bitten by a snake once, and afraid of well ropes for ten years", and they backed away involuntarily.

"No need, it's all skin trauma." Saturday said, "Call the police first."

"Little Chen Ke" was carried out by the firefighters. His body was completely blackened by the smoke, and his face was streaked with black and gray.

With the wind blowing on his face, "Little Chen Ke" suddenly raised his head, like a telepathy, his eyes locked on the familiar figure not far away on the lawn.

"Little Chen Ke"'s eyes lit up, as if in the dark and boundless sea, suddenly found a lighthouse shining in the distance.

He struggled a bit, fell to the ground, stood up unsteadily again, and walked quickly towards Saturday.

"What are you doing!" Frank stopped in front of Saturday, glaring at "Little Chen Ke" angrily.

"Little Chen Ke" raised his hands, expressing that he would not do anything to harm Saturday.

The flesh and blood in his palm, the scalded, scratched, scorched, rolled wounds are shocking.

Frank was taken aback, "Little Chen Ke" walked around him, knelt down on the grass in front of Saturday with a "plop", leaned forward, and hugged Saturday's calf.

Saturday broke free from him and took a step back, with a cold expression on his face, not at all as pleasant as when he was talking to Frank just now.

"Little Chen Ke" didn't say anything, he took another knee step forward, his forehead sank, and touched Saturday's feet.

Saturday was a little surprised, but disgusted: "What are you doing?"

Now I want to ask him to forgive, but it's too late, he has already called the police, wait to go to jail.

But "Little Chen Ke" remained silent, without saying a word, but his body kept shaking, as if he had encountered something terrible.

On Saturday, he was found crying, out of breath.

When he saw Zhou Yan standing there, "Little Chen Ke" felt that God had not abandoned him. Although his sin was unforgivable, God did not take Zhou Yan away. Gentle as always.

Ecstasy rushed into his heart, but drained "Little Chen Ke" of his strength. He knelt down among the grass and reached out to touch Zhou Yan's calf, but the latter quickly avoided him.

Yes, no matter what affection and agreement he had in the past, Zhou Yan would disgust him.

But it doesn't matter, when he was in the fire, he thought clearly.

"Thank you……"

"Little Chen Ke" closed his eyes, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks.

"Sorry……"

His forehead touched the man's feet, in the most humble gesture, thanking him for being alive.

Thank you for not dying, sorry for hurting you.

Later, "Little Chen Ke" was taken away by the police, and witnesses gathered together. Even if the bomb didn't blow up, he was still guilty of the crime of bombing, and it is estimated that he will be sentenced to more than one year in prison.

On Saturday, he watched with cold eyes. Although he knew "Little Chen Ke" was infatuated with him, he didn't think that "Little Chen Ke" should be forgiven.

After nearly 48 hours of captivity and violence, it was impossible to develop any positive feelings for "Little Chen Ke" on Saturday.

"Little Chen Ke" also confessed to his crime and did not pester Saturday.

The mistakes you make should be borne by yourself. Everyone is an adult.

That night, Frank was invited to dinner on Saturday to express his gratitude, but he was exhausted physically and mentally, and his face was full of tiredness. Not long after the two had eaten, Frank offered to take Saturday home.

"Sorry." I wanted to thank Frank on Saturday.

"Next time, Zhou," Frank said, "There are still opportunities."

I came home on Saturday, took a hot shower, stretched comfortably in the tub, and felt alive again on Saturday.

He originally wanted to get his mobile phone, to check Weibo or something, but when he couldn't grab it, he remembered that his mobile phone was broken.

After taking a bath, he stepped out of the bathtub dripping with water on Saturday, and a gust of cool wind blew, and he sneezed involuntarily.

He hurriedly took off his fluffy bathrobe and wiped his body clean.

It's unbelievable that I haven't showered for three days. On Saturday, I think of the horrible little black room. For the cleanliness man, it is estimated that he will leave a shadow for a long time.

When he wiped a red handprint on his waist, Saturday stopped. What "Little Chen Ke" hated him was not only the imprisonment and the use of violence against him, but also the desire in "Little Chen Ke"'s eyes.

It's not accurate to say I hate it, it should be said...a disgust mixed with fear.

Although I have seen that kind of look on Saturday, no one is as paranoid as "Little Chen Ke". The illusion of clothing.

and so……

Does this kind of desire exist in the body of "Little Chen Ke"——Chen Ke himself?

Saturday knew that Chen Ke had an unusual attachment to him, but Chen Ke restrained him very well every time and would not bring him oppression, so, facing the gentle and kind Chen Ke, Saturday always forgot this time thing.

Chen Ke is like his friend, and sometimes, like his elder brother, guiding him on the right path.

Thinking of Chen Ke, I couldn't help being stunned for a while on Saturday.

Such a normal Chen Ke, how could there be such a dark "little Chen Ke" in his heart.

What happened to Chen Ke?

Before I knew it, I was already sitting in front of the computer on Saturday, boarded the penguin, and opened the comment page of jj "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Firewood Counterattack".

On Saturday, he found that Chen Ke was not there, maybe he was rushing to finish the manuscript, so he didn't bother him.

Instead, open the comments and look down.

On the first day, he was locked up in a small black room by "Xiao Chen Ke" because of his gluttony, and then he was threatened with a bomb. The following comments were just as he thought, and they were all useless to complain about him.

==Score 0:

Is this person broken?

Passerby A scored 0:

I've never seen such an idiot protagonist, and this IQ is worthy of being the protagonist?In the suspense story, if you can't survive two episodes, give it up, Sabi will score 0 for the protagonist:

What the hell, I'm blind, that sick girl is so obvious, is the main character stupid or stupid, and he still eats his food?are you crazy!

……

This comment is really eye-catching. On Saturday, I endured the pain of sprinkling salt on my wounds, and continued to read today's comments.

The content of the anti-theft stamp issued today corresponds to yesterday on Saturday, that is, the day he was beaten twice by "Little Chen Ke", only given one meal, and locked up for a whole day without seeing the sun.

Umbrella Sauce scored 0:

I didn’t see 55555, the male god on Saturday completely collapsed... Is that calm, rational and omnipotent Saturday male god eaten by the author_(:3」∠)_

0_0 Score 2:

It's too cruel, did the author get stimulated by something?

To drink blood, He Guigan scored -2:

Knowing that there is danger, why don't you learn martial arts?He has no ability to protect himself at all, so why bother?

Some also felt that the progress of the plot was particularly good, but their comment angles were even weirder.

Score 2 by lovers of the small black house:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Big begging for more!Sick and aggressive x high-cold subject, forced love, don't stop playing in the little black room! !

Qiu Hui scored 2:

One book is enough!Wipe your mouth!

Cuckoo scored 2:

Ask for more ah ah ah! jj doesn't allow below the neck, Weibo can also start the car!I like watching grass dry abstinence! !

Saturday:……

Why do I feel worse.

If I knew it, I wouldn't read the comments.

In fact, Chen Ke has been waiting for it to go online on Saturday. While watching Penguin, he is also driving the coding software of Little Black House. After coding a chapter, he cuts to have a look.

But Saturday never came up.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that Chen Ke really didn't care to type, so he cut to the penguin and found that the head portrait of the blue sky and white clouds on Saturday was actually lit up.

Chen Ke immediately poked Saturday.

Ke: Come up?

For some reason, Chen Ke didn't dare to send a video invitation.

Maybe, it's because I'm afraid to see how depressed I am on Saturday.

Skyscraper: Hmm. [Get ill]

I was really depressed on Saturday, but it wasn't because of Chen Ke, it was because of the comments - he is not a person who cares about other people's comments, but after he became the protagonist of the anti-theft chapter, he always wanted to read the comments, and others praised him Handsome, smart or sensible, he will be happy.

Because readers don’t know him in real life, and they won’t deliberately flatter him because of colleagues, friends or other social relationships. They make comments based entirely on his behavior, which is very objective to a certain extent. .

Therefore, their love is a very objective affirmation for Saturday.

Now, that affirmation has turned into negation, and even invective.

One can imagine the low mood on Saturday.

Ke: ...what's the matter?

I hesitated for a while on Saturday, and deleted the "because of the comment" typed down. This reason is too naive.

Skyscraper: Nothing [in a daze]

Chen Ke hesitated for a longer time.

Ke: Is it because of me?