[Quick Transmigration] 100 Ways to Treat Neuropathy

In the feasting city, even if night falls, it will only cast a dark blue cloth on the city.The people covered in the cloth didn't care what color the cloth above their heads changed.

They only care about themselves, they only care about themselves.

They are still doing their own business, or continue to work overtime under the cold incandescent lamp and scold the unscrupulous boss, or play interesting games in front of the computer and complain about teammates, or still happily hold their girlfriends Go shopping in the lively mall.

On the square in the center of the city, there are still people coming and going.All kinds of colorful light converged, compose a piece of music called Sleepless, which resounded throughout the city.

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"via Victoria's Secret, this perfume is specially designed by Wu Ming, an internationally renowned perfumer, for our female friends. The name of this perfume is very imaginative. It is said that this perfume is our designer. ..." A sweet female voice came from the TV.

In the pitch-black room, only the LCD TV in the center was shining.In the huge room, there was only the sound from the TV.If others watch it, they must think that the forgetful owner forgot to turn off the TV when he went out.

"嗞-------" Maybe the signal was bad, the TV started to emit snowflakes, and the sweet female voice also turned into an ugly fault sound.

Then, in an inconspicuous corner of the room, the curtain moved slightly, and a foot was exposed from under the curtain.

His complexion was so pale that it stood out even in the dark.

"No! Why not yet!" An angry voice came from the corner, and then the owner of that voice stood up violently and pulled the curtains.It looked like he was going to tear down the curtains.

It's a pity that maybe he was too weak, or maybe it was because the decoration curtains were installed too firmly at the beginning, and blue veins began to appear in the boy's white hands, but the curtains still remained motionless.

After a stalemate for a while, the boy gave up, frowning and throwing the curtains angrily.

He stood there silently, and began to pull his hair vigorously.

From his tight thin lips and pale face, it can be seen that he is really working hard.As if to punish myself...

Maybe it's finding reason in pain, or maybe it's finding pleasure in pain.His hands began to loosen gradually, and finally fell limply to his sides.

But all this is not the end, but the beginning...

He squatted on the cold floor, hugging his legs, his eyes were empty, and he began to talk to himself.

"Why can't I still find it, why, why, what the hell..."

"why why…"

I don't know how long I was talking to myself, when the TV suddenly received a signal, and the original snowflakes were replaced with pictures from the program.

In the picture, a man is introducing the perfume he designed with a smile, which looks sunny and confident.Her hair was neatly combed back, a neat suit without any wrinkles, and her deep eyes were as dazzling as obsidian.

"Hehe, in fact, this perfume may not only be used by women, maybe the effect of men's use is also very good." The man laughed and joked, showing his neat white teeth.

The boy's attention seemed to be attracted by the man on TV, and the boy began to look at the man with an obsessed and crazy expression.

Gradually, the boy began to approach the TV cautiously, until his face was pressed against the cold screen, he turned to the TV and asked, "Hey, do you know what is missing?"

The man on the TV was unaware of the problem on the other side of the screen, and was still joking with the host of the show.

Then, the man on the TV seemed to have a problem.He hesitated for a while, then showed a bit of a bitter smile: "You are really flattering, but this perfume is not the most perfect. Because I always feel that there is something missing in my perfume, but I haven't been able to find it yet , but believe me, sooner or later I will be able to make the perfect perfume."

The young man stared blankly at the face on the screen that was exactly the same as his own, feeling a little desperate.

"So... you don't know either."

That's right, the person on TV is himself. Since he hasn't found the answer yet, how can he find it?

Wu Ming's distraught and decadent appearance at the moment, if those crazy followers and fans saw it, they would definitely find it unbelievable.

After all, how did someone so glamorous and confident in front of the screen turn into a psychopath who is now staring at the TV madly?

But it is what it is.Wu Ming is crazy.

To be exact, Wu Ming had already gone crazy.

Every artist is a lunatic. In order to pursue the so-called perfection and so-called perfection, they often pay a price that ordinary people cannot understand.

As a perfumer, Wu Ming is naturally pursuing the ultimate and perfect perfume.

Wu Ming's hand flicked across the cold screen, and he continued to stare blankly at the program on the screen.

The people on the show continued to move, and the TV continued to emit sound.But in Wu Ming's eyes, all these are just images composed of meaningless small squares, just like a person who doesn't understand programming at all looking at the rows of garbled codes in front of the computer, meaningless...

Nothing means anything if it's not perfect...

The TV seemed to hear the words in Wu Ming's heart, and it became angry.The squares on the screen gradually changed their arrangement and turned into snowflakes flying all over the sky again.

Wu Ming sighed, and was about to reach out to turn off the TV.

Sudden!An abrupt voice came from the TV.

"Do you want to find what's missing in your fragrance?"

! ! !This abrupt voice seemed to reach his mind, bringing Wu Ming's thoughts back to reality. He stared at the TV screen with his eyes open.

The snowflakes on the TV slowly disappeared, and a person in a black windbreaker emerged from the other side of the screen.It was wearing a tall hat, sunglasses, and a mask, which completely covered its entire face, not even a single strand of hair was exposed.

The man was wearing white gloves, his legs were crossed leisurely, his hands were casually placed on his lap, and he said inadvertently, "Are you willing to pay any price to make a deal with me?"

The laid-back attitude and tone is like saying 'it's a nice day'.

Wu Ming didn't know how to describe this weird sound. He couldn't hear any sound with his ears, but he could clearly perceive its existence in his mind.It's as weird as someone typing directly into your head.

But now Wu Ming has no extra time to think about these weird things.At this time, the person on the TV screen is like a demon, just like the snake that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.

And he knew that it was full of dangers, but he had to become a stupid Eve, just because the bargaining chip offered by the snake was so tempting that people were willing to throw themselves into the trap.

"willing!"

"I do!!!"

His voice even trembled with excitement.

God, he just dreamed of concocting the perfect incense.Even if it cost him his life for this, he felt it was worth it.

The person on the other side of the screen seemed to know what he was thinking, and somehow conjured up a marker pen and drew a smile on the mask.

"I don't want your life."

Then it stood up from the chair and slowly approached the camera, as if trying to close the distance between itself and Wu Ming.

It wasn't until the screen was almost filled with the smiling face that it said, "I'll give you what you want, and you..."

Wu Ming suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and the picture in front of him gradually blurred, and then it was pitch black.

Before falling into darkness and completely losing consciousness, Wu Ming heard the last words of that person in his mind.

"Give me an unforgettable story."