soul probation

【8】

Before I turned into a vegetable, I was often honked when I crossed the road.Because it can capture details such as the speed and distance of the car in a short time, and can predict the position of the car, it seems that I am walking unhurriedly.My psychiatrist at the time also said that I was an automatic slow playback machine, and my body felt slow, which was not necessarily a good thing.Unexpectedly, after being in a coma for many years, the word became a prophecy. ——Wang Jue

Wang Jue knelt on the ground, glanced out of the corner of his eye when Li Wei retracted his foot that was about to step out of the room, and looked back at him.He immediately performed an ultra-low hoppy jump with all his strength, jumped up before Li Wei could do anything, and then smiled guiltily.

Li Wei turned his head and left.

Wang Jue just took the opportunity to dawdle for a while, taking advantage of this gap to look at the decoration of his home.

The furniture is black, the incandescent lamps are pale, neat and tidy, but rigid and merciless.Black and white, edges and corners, fill all the space as far as the eye can see, tsk tsk, it fits him well.

He glanced all the way, and rushed to the pure black curtain at the first time, to determine the location and environment, no matter whether anyone saw the call for help, it was an important clue to escape.As he walked over, N kinds of distress signals began to flash in his mind: SOS, FILL, "8" movement... But when he opened the curtain, he was stunned——

Behind the curtain is a wall.

He suddenly remembered that Li Wei once told him that he was almost shot in the head by a sniper, so he covered all the windows of his house.

...It turned out to be such a fuzzy method.He knocked and it was still hollow.

It was enough to block the screams of being killed.So he thought quietly: go eat, eat more.

Li Wei didn't wait for him, and when Wang Jue slowly moved to the dining table, he had already been eating for a while.

Wang Jue picked up the millet porridge bowl with an egg floating in it, and looked at the square bowl in amazement. "You know how to cook?" He opened his mouth, and suddenly swept the braised pork in front of Li Wei, and immediately complained: "Your treatment is too different."

Li Wei glanced at him, but didn't express anything about his disrespectful tone, just raised his chin, indicating that he could have a piece.

He just grabbed the biggest piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. His stomach felt nauseous, and he almost didn't spit it out——

But for the dignity of a man, he still swallowed it.Only then did he realize that he hadn't touched meat for a long time.

Li Wei, who had succeeded, snorted, and watched Wang Jue slurp his head down to drink the porridge, and the thick and colorful bruises on his neck, his heart moved slightly.

His training has always been to kill without a trace, and death is always silent: surgical manipulation, complications caused by a single substance... The most intense thing is that he has a fight with the target, and he has to use a small Compared with ordinary murder cases, it is considered delicate.

Under the dining table, he squeezed the air with one hand, simulating the force that strangled his throat that day.

Is this how it feels to kill people blatantly?It can unscrupulously leave traces on the victim's skin, every scar is paranoid and pure, showing the crime of the murderer in colorful colors.

An indecisive and sloppy murder seems to give death a sense of ritual, leaving the murderer a "masterpiece".

The "sense of existence" in psychology is also Descartes' "I am", which is an effective response from the outside world to oneself, and one of the ways of expression is "traces".

—— Said by the AI ​​in Li Wei's brain.

……Again.

Li Wei turned off the AI.

The person being watched was unaware of Li Wei's mental activities, and was concentrating on digging the egg in the porridge in half with a spoon, making a small "poof".Originally, the identities of the prisoner and the victim, but under the two abnormal human beings, there is a harmonious atmosphere - one kills like hemp, and the other regards death as home, like a game of cockfighting, the status of the two is equal.The two people with their own ulterior motives finished their meal in this way, and they lived in peace.

Li Wei knew that Wang Jue had concealed some very important things.He originally wanted to tell Hong not to investigate, but his intuition told him not to startle the snake.The other party's acting skills are great, but maybe it's not just acting, but this guy really knows him too much.

But this is a person who seems to have nothing to do with the world, no need to please, no need to deal with, so from the very beginning, the way he speaks has changed.

Wang Jue was originally his tree hole. Now that the tree hole is alive, he will lie to him, cheat him, and rob him of his meat.As if there was some kind of tacit understanding, Wang Jue was really not afraid of him if he saw him or not, and he didn't have any sympathy when talking to him.It reminded him that when he went to buy another pair of bowls and chopsticks, the smile of the proprietress when she said "so many friends have come", made him almost believe that it is a good thing to have company for granted.

This is a red flag.

Thinking of this, Li Wei, in the spirit of scientific research, decided to conduct a self-exploration of his social system.After eating, I went to the hospital to report to the hospital and asked to take all the annual leave for these years. After that, "AI Li Wei's Bug Evaluation and Repair Plan" was officially put on the agenda.

Real knowledge comes from practice, and the writing of theory begins with experiment.

Since it is dangerous, it is better to be dangerous to the end.

The first meal of quitting liquid food, even if it was millet porridge with eggs, Wang Jue couldn't get used to it for a while, lying on the bed next to a small stomachache, playing with Li Wei's electric furniture.

Li Wei came in with a hot water bottle, looked at the crazily jumping curtains, and said with a smile: "I think your IQ is still before coma."

"The times are different, and I missed a lot." He sighed.

"Are your feet still cold?" He reached into the quilt to reach his feet.

Wang Jue immediately shrank his feet and said in horror: "What are you doing?"

Li Wei jumped into the air, and only felt the shape of a quilt propped up by the shape of a foot, "Even the quilt is cold, cooler than the one next to it." As he said, he stuffed a hot water bottle into the emptiness with a calm expression.

It was only then that Wang Jue remembered that this buddy's brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people, and he knew nothing about human relationships.There is no concern for him at the moment, it is probably just some obsessive-compulsive disorder of his doctor, which violated his acting personality...

Thinking of this, he stepped on the hot water bottle with peace of mind.When the cold met the slightly hot, he shivered comfortably.Then he said helplessly: "People's quilts are only used to maintain the temperature. What can I do to cool myself? Just like that, the small cart outside sells ice cream and uses the quilt to refrigerate. It's the same reason."

"Ah. It used to be," Li Wei said, "I haven't seen it much in the past few years."

Wang Jue was heartbroken.

Why is there a generation gap?

The author has something to say: Wang Jue’s confession is repeated because the previous Wang Jue’s confession was replaced by "I, finally, drank water. Ton, ton, ton." If there is no repetition, just treat it as if I didn’t say it~