I Destined You [Quick Transmigration]

Gritting her teeth with hatred, it is probably the true portrayal of Xiao Lan's heart now.

Xiao Lan felt that he was not a person with a bottom line of morality. If one day the sky dropped 500 million to him for free, Xiao Lan would definitely not obediently give the money to the police uncle.This time the only chance to survive, Xiao Lan did not intend to give up.

As for taking other people's lives, Xiao Lan admitted that he would do it.Even if he wants to do it quickly, it is best to bring a kitchen knife with him, and when he sees the so-called destined person, he will die like a lunatic and chop him a few times like cutting carrots and vegetables, and then pass quickly After five worlds, he can immediately forget everything and return to his normal life.

[Forget everything, survive and start over. ]

These words are like Xiao Lan's greatest protection.

It's like a game, after clearing the level, everything will return to factory settings.

No matter what unforgivable things he has done, he will not remember, as long as he survives, he will still be Xiao Lan from yesterday.

Although Xiao Lan has made such a psychological hint that Xiao Lan thought was perfect enough, the reality has dragged Xiao Lan into an unpredictable abyss.Xiao Lan did see the legendary destined person the first time he woke up, that feeling was very strange, as if you knew it subconsciously.He couldn't explain clearly, but it was an extremely hot emotion gushing out of his originally cold chest, which made him unable to separate his eyes from the existence of that person at all.

The destined person——He Mo.

It's just a high school student, but this is the person he wants to take life, or in other words, kill with his own hands.

Even though Xiao Lan had already made up his mind, he couldn't do it.

Because, he is a ghost.

At least for now, maybe they are still so-called Wraiths.

His current name is still Xiao Lan, and he and He Mo are junior high school classmates. According to his physical memory, he thinks that he and He Mo are still close brothers, but later Xiao Lan also realizes that this is just his own wishful thinking.After all, He Mo's attitude towards Xiao Lan has always been inconsistent. Even after Xiao Lan's death, he did not show the slightest sadness or guilt.

It was like hearing the news of the death of an unrelated stranger.

When he was in junior high school, He Mo was always alone and taciturn, with injuries all over his body. People around him felt gloomy and cold, and few people would take the initiative to talk to He Mo.However, Xiao Lan is the one who likes to make troubles. If others don't do things, Xiao Lan will get into trouble, so he clings to He Mo every day and puts all his troublesome energy on He Mo.

Indeed, after a long time, this rotten piece of wood seemed to be polished by He Mo, and Xiao Lan felt that He Mo's attitude towards him had become more intimate.After that, Xiao Lan naturally regarded He Mo as a brother, and would pay more attention to He Mo's affairs, such as why He Mo's body always had new wounds, although He Mo would just perfunctory every time.

After He Mo was absent from school for two days, Xiao Lan finally couldn't hold back and went to He Mo's house to look for him.

That day was also He Mo's birthday, and Xiao Lan bought a box of cakes specially.

It was there that Xiao Lan finally met He Mo's mother.Her hair was disheveled, her face was full of tears, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying, the moment she saw Xiao Lan, she went mad and dragged Xiao Lan's hair into the room, her face was full of anger and ferocity on the verge of collapse While scolding Xiao Lan, he beat him desperately.

[Xiao Mo!How can you follow that man!I was the one who gave birth to you and raised you!It's always been me! ]

[You don’t want your mother anymore, do you?You think mom is crazy too, don't you?How can you be so cruel like your father! ]

[Why doesn't your father die!Why doesn't that woman die!You stole everything from me, now even you are leaving! ]

Finally, when Xiao Lan was beaten so badly that he could only curl up on the ground with his head bleeding, the woman collapsed on the ground as if she was exhausted.The woman began to cry, her brows and eyes full of misery.She carefully hugged the boy who was curled up on the ground, gently wrapped her arms in her arms like a fragile object, and whispered softly in Xiao Lan's ear.

[Baby, Mommy loves you the most. ]

[Don't leave mom, please?Promise mom, don't leave. ]

Xiao Lan thought the nightmare was over, but unexpectedly it was the beginning.

He was tied tightly with a rope by He Mo's mother, his mouth was stuffed with a towel, he was completely curled up and locked in a wooden box, and then stuffed into a closet.He heard the sound of the door opening and the woman walking out, and Xiao Lan never heard the sound of the door opening again.

Angry, struggling, crying bitterly, fearful, desperate, he wept uncontrollably in that small space, approaching cold death little by little.

Oxygen is depleted and breathing stops.

Enduring the sharp and wanton pain in the body, despair gradually in the dark, the body is cooling down, the oxygen is consumed, and breathing is difficult, every minute and every second is desperate in the fear of collapse.why me?Obviously I did nothing wrong, why should I bear this, why should I die like this?He Mo, help me...

Xiao Lan died, suffocated to death in a dark corner where no one cared.

When the corpse was taken out of the box, the body was already stiff and curled up, and the fingernails were soaked in blood due to the struggle before death, leaving indelible traces of blood on the wooden box, and the red eyes were bulging. Do not rest in peace.

In fact, if He Mo had mourned sadly several times or shed a few tears after learning of Xiao Lan's death, Xiao Lan's resentment and obsession might not have been so deep, and he would not have become the grieving spirit he is now.

When Xiao Lan's parents cried bitterly in He Mo's house and nearly collapsed, Xiao Lan's ghost, who was watching but couldn't touch it, had scarlet eyes and cried wildly, but He Mo's reaction was extremely flat, just as quiet as a bystander.

He Mo!I died because of you!I died for you!

After Xiao Lan's death, the deep pain and resentment remained in this room, lingering around He Mo and could not dissipate.All the rationality and emotion once possessed have been submerged and swallowed by it in the deepest darkness, and finally changed beyond recognition into the most hated wraith of human beings, cursing He Mo's death every day and night.

But now Xiao Lan, who is stuffed into this ghost, can't really put himself into it even with such a memory.

Xiao Lan also sighed in his heart, that was really too painful, he didn't want to live in such pain, even if he became a ghost now.But from a certain point of view, Xiao Lan and the original Xiao Lan still have a consensus, that is, they want to kill He Mo.But after Xiao Lan's death, he became a resentful spirit and stayed in He Mo for three years, but failed to kill He Mo, what could he do?

It's really powerless, even if he has ten years, he can't just be a ghost who can't see, touch, or speak, and just wander around He Mo for ten years, right?Even if he made up his mind to take He Mo's life, how would he take it?

"Hey, you are such an adult, what children's channel do you still watch?"

Although he knew that He Mo couldn't hear, Xiao Lan still asked.

It's a bit like, one person and one ghost, and each is singing a one-man show.

Xiao Lan stood next to He Mo who was sitting on the sofa, watching the weird cartoon characters running around on the silent TV with all kinds of boredom.Xiao Lan felt that He Mo wasn't watching at all, but habitually hung the TV on one channel all the time, and didn't bother to change channels.

Xiao Lan sighed, and ran around the house a few times with a broken heart, then lay lazily on the ground again, looking sideways at He Mo.The young man's face is so delicate and beautiful, if he met He Mo in his coffee shop, Xiao Lan would definitely go up to say hello, but unfortunately he has the intention of killing He Mo now.

Doomed person?

This is the destined enemy.

When it was time to go to bed at night, He Mo opened the drawer and took a few sleeping pills before falling asleep.However, He Mo didn't sleep on the bed, but in the closet.I don't know if sleeping in the closet is a habit I had before, or a habit only after Xiao Lan's death.But He Mo, who is already a high school student, must be uncomfortable in the cramped closet at this time.

Xiao Lan felt that he felt sorry for this guy, He Mo's mother was a lunatic, she festered in the dark, but dragged her only son to sink and rot together in the dirty and ugly quagmire.

He Mo was abused by his crazy mother since he was a child. Now even if he lives alone, he lives in a mess. He is obviously a person but he lives like a ghost. It is not like he was in high school. , as if he would never be able to squander his blood.

Looking through the rotten wooden wardrobe, Xiao Lan looked at the young boy who was huddled in the corner and sleeping peacefully with his arms around his knees, looking weak and insecure.Subconsciously, Xiao Lan stretched out his hand gently, and saw his translucent hand, the traces of being bound by the rope still remained on the wrist, and every fingernail seemed to be oozing with black blood, which was terrifying and frightening.

But what made Xiao Lan even more unbelievable was that there was a strange pattern, like a tattoo of a black unnamed flower pattern, five petals, although they bloomed slowly, they were extremely coquettish.

Is this what it used to be?

Xiao Lan frowned slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it.He squatted down, because of the ghost, he felt that his night vision was surprisingly good, and he could clearly see He Mo's face even in the dark closet.

He is really a handsome young man, with beautiful facial features and delicate outline, he has lost the childishness of junior high school, and now has the tough beauty of an adult man. Xiao Lan thinks that He Mo will definitely be among the women in a few years heartthrob.Xiao Lan felt that he was fascinated by what he saw, and reached out to touch He Mo's face, but he couldn't touch it, but there was a strange feeling that urged Xiao Lan to get closer Touch more, until Xiao Lan has passed half of He Mo's body.

It seems that something is out of control, seems to be repelling and merging.

In an instant, Xiao Lan's thoughts seemed to have drifted away, and when Xiao Lan suddenly opened his eyes again, he saw a darkness.

Stiff, uncomfortable, with a rotten smell mixed with a faint fishy smell.

Pushing open the closet door suddenly, the creaking sound lingered in his ears, Xiao Lan stumbled out of the small closet and fell to the ground in disbelief.He raised his eyes and looked at the familiar layout in the room, and his body felt heavy instantly, but it was a real sense of solidity, a feeling that the soul was really based on the body.

Xiao Lan staggered to his feet, rushed to the front of the mirror, and finally made up his mind.

He now occupies [He Mo's] body.

Xiao Lan also suddenly realized that this is an opportunity, an opportunity to kill He Mo.

It only took one day, if he took He Mo's life now, he would have ten more years and only one day less life.Yes, it's very simple. Now that he has He Mo's body, he can seek death, and then he will go to the next world. According to this development, he will soon be able to resurrect in his own world.

Xiao Lan also hesitated for a moment, then trotted quickly into the kitchen, he weighed a kitchen knife, and finally stuffed it back with anxiety in his heart.It was too bloody and cruel, and he couldn't bear the heart to self-mutilate.

He Mo took sleeping pills before going to bed, Xiao Lan poured a glass of water and sat down at the desk, opened the drawer and it turned out to be a bottle of sleeping pills.Xiao Lan poured the pills in the bottle into the palm of his left hand, but he stopped involuntarily because of the large burn marks on his left hand.

From Xiao Lan's original memory, He Mo's body was covered with scars all over his body, even after a few years, those scars could not be erased.The most obvious is the left hand, and even the left side of the body, extending to the thigh and calf, which is a large area of ​​burn marks, as if forcibly pouring a pot of boiling water down.But it was not as shocking as when Xiao Lan used He Mo's body to see the scars on his body so closely.

This guy hasn't lived a good life as a normal person, is he going to be killed by himself?

Xiao Lan tightly held a handful of medicine in his left hand, frowning, not knowing whether he should do it or not, his eyes were wandering, almost as if he wanted to find some clues in the air to help him make this decision.His eyes lightly fell on a large and flat bag that was lowered in the drawer, and Xiao Lan also recognized that it was the bag for the film in the hospital.

Even without permission, Xiao Lan still moved around. Anyway, he wanted to murder He Mo without permission, so there is nothing to mention about peeping.Xiao Lan took out the film and medical report from the bag, and it turned out to be He Mo's. Xiao Lan glanced at it casually, and finally his fingers trembled slightly in shock. tumor.

brain cancer?This, what is this?

Xiao Lan couldn't help cursing, not only the resurrected self, but also everything in this world seemed to be driving this young man, He Mo, to a dead end step by step.What did He Mo do wrong again, why did he have to bear so much, he didn't even have a chance to see a bright future.

In an instant, it seemed that something was struggling vigorously in his body, and Xiao Lan had already separated from He Mo's body in a daze.

Xiao Lan's eyes widened, and he watched in disbelief that he had returned to the original state of a wandering soul, his body was so frivolous that he felt nothing.What made Xiao Lan even more alarmed was that He Mo was sitting in front of the desk in a daze, his eyes scanning the medical reports spread out on the table, and dozens of sleeping pills scattered on the table.

Xiao Lan looked at He Mo's figure in shock, and couldn't help but took two steps back, feeling guilty, ashamed, and flustered.

Being discovered... Xiao Lan's heart was in a state of confusion, he seemed to be thinking a lot and seemed to be thinking about nothing, and finally he was waiting for He Mo's reaction in a trance.

This was the first time that Xiao Lan saw He Mo showing an expression. After looking at the table for a long time, the young man suddenly widened his eyes and stood up from the chair to look around. The wooden chair rubbed sharply against the floor. The sound made He Mo tremble.

He Mo's lips moved slightly, calling something silently, over and over again, until Xiao Lan finally heard it clearly.

"Xiao Lan."

The slightly cool voice followed Xiao Lan's auditory nerves, weak and hoarse, but it led to the depths of his mind as if it had melted into the blood in an instant.This was the first time Xiao Lan heard He Mo speak, or it was also the first time Xiao Lan called out Xiao Lan's name after Xiao Lan's death.

However, at this moment Xiao Lan's body was trembling unconsciously, and an indescribable emotion seemed to surge out of his icy chest.Xiao Lan didn't know if this was Xiao Lan's original emotion as a ghost, or if he really couldn't control it for a while.

"You are here..." He Mo said softly, his hoarse voice carried a faint tremor.He Mo didn't see Xiao Lan, but he already knew of Xiao Lan's existence, and he believed in it from the moment he opened his eyes.He turned around, lowered his head as if struggling to breathe, the floating curve of his back became deeper and deeper, he reached out and put the medical report on the table back into the drawer, and then looked at the sleeping pills scattered on the table. Speaking, the darkly drooping eyelids under the light made people feel inexplicably hollow and numb.

The scattered sleeping pills made Xiao Lan's throat tight at this moment, he clenched his fists, and looked at He Mo nervously.

He Mo picked up a sleeping pill in his hand, and then laughed softly. There was no bitterness or sadness in that voice. Instead, he started to laugh indifferently as if he had finally realized something, and even laughed more and more. Working hard, that thin body trembled under the light of the lamp, and then slumped on the chair as if unable to support it.

"Give me some more time."

He Mo finally restrained his smile, once again no emotion could be seen on that slightly cold face.He turned his head and glanced at the potted plants by the window, then turned his head and said softly, and put the medicine on the table back into the medicine bottle one by one.

"I know this life is yours."

"Xiao Lan, wait a little longer."