space-time balance

He Fang felt like a sandbag was thrown and hit the wall behind him. The huge impact almost broke his spine, and he must have broken his ribs, because the severe pain in his right chest and the smell of blood in his breath represented his His lungs were punctured.

The huge robot like deformed steel walked step by step. Its body was as clear as crystal, but there were four folded long claws behind it, like a huge spider.

How to do……

Not long ago, he was still playing games that he had cleared with his friends online, and discussing what kind of equipment he would gain today.

Seeing that the boss had been taken down, he was bragging that his big red hand would definitely be able to open a good weapon, when he saw a weird webpage pop up on the screen.

It's full of messy pictures.

Just as he was about to close the window, his fingers suddenly affirmed.

He saw a very beautiful photo.

With a sense of magical temptation, a pale man was tied into an extremely seductive pose. He was slender and fit, but his expression was quiet and pious, like a pilgrimage, without the slightest eroticism.

What bound him were thorns and vines, spreading upwards from his feet, leaving traces of bruises.

No PS traces!

Out of the filth that every man has in his heart, He Fang clicked on that picture.

The man's unclear face was pulled in front of him in an instant, and he seemed to feel the gaze. In the picture, he turned his head slightly to reveal his front.

It is no exaggeration to describe his facial features as perfect, but they are not the softness of women, but the wildness and tension unique to men. He tried his best to hold back the emotion, but revealed the true state of the body through subtle movements. The desire for lust, and the dryness of the lips from the rapid breathing.

Such a top-notch man, is he also used to make this kind of film...

He Fang took a deep breath, looked down, and saw that although the crotch was blocked by the legs, the exposed corners could still reflect the real state.

However, the man seemed to want to struggle and turned his body around——

Then a slap of moving handwriting jumped out, blocking the key parts:

Want to get him?Want to meet him come, come on, click to join.

Choice: A, insult him. B. Liberate him. C. Kiss him.

He Fang drooled and clicked A.

Then, his eyes went dark, and he seemed to hear a voice vaguely.

"Another obsessive guy, the faces of those idiots in Time and Space Customs are really useful."

When He Fang opened his eyes, he felt as painful as being run over by a car a hundred times. God is pitiful. As a two-dimensional otaku who was raised in a deep boudoir, the greatest pain He Fang experienced was when he was bullied by his elder sister. It fell over the shoulder.

After taking several deep breaths, the otaku finally got his breath together, and then he raised his head and looked around carefully.

It was so dark that there was nothing to see around.

Kidnapped?

It seems so, although the parents are ordinary people, but the elder sister has been a wealthy person for many years, but with the degree of stinginess of the elder sister who only gave out 1000 red envelopes during the Chinese New Year, I hope she will never stop kissing her younger brother just for money.

For the sake of serving you for so many years, sister, save your brother...

After thinking about it for a while, He Fang felt that the pain on his body was a little relieved, so he moved his body.

Not tied up, even the phone is still there?Even the key chain is there, and there is my own SWHRT2B pocket knife on it.

He rolled his eyes, quietly put the phone down under his body, turned off the mute button, slid to unlock it deftly, and dialed 110. He probably waited until the phone's screen light dimmed before putting it to his ear.

A busy tone on the machine means that it cannot be reached.

That's right, they confiscated the mobile phone, which means they have the confidence not to let them call out, otherwise how could they make such a mistake.

He quietly put away his phone, intending to wait and see what happened.

There is no concept of time in the darkness, every minute and every second is extraordinarily long.

He frowned and began counting the hours silently.

As a CS (shootout game) squatting king, he knows to be calm when doing things, just like when he squats behind the box in the toilet in CS to snipe, everyone knows that there is a space to ambush people, but No one was willing to take a few steps to take a look every time they hit it.

Then one by one died under his gun.

He stretched out a finger every time he counted a thousand, and repeated this, but when he used up his toes and pressed his chest to his back, there was no change.

Even if he counted too fast, at least one afternoon has passed by now. Well, I played games all night yesterday and didn't eat. Are you starving the hostages to death?

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone, suddenly, the light turned on.

His pupils shrank and he got used to it, and then he opened his eyes, and the surrounding environment clearly appeared in his eyes.

"Help—" Now, he screamed uncontrollably.

In front of him was suddenly a humanoid creature, without fingers or facial features, but otherwise roughly similar.

It's just that his head was cut open, half on the head and the other half on the hand, revealing a cavity without inside, blood-colored foam surging in the shell several centimeters thick, foul smell surging, red oozing people.

He Fang was frightened and frightened, he rolled and ran away, only to find that he was in a huge cage, and he was not the only one around, basically all of them were in human shape, but the horrifying appearance was so terrifying that it was indescribable , was almost frightened insane in an instant, and howled uncontrollably when it rolled to the farthest corner.

As if disturbed by his voice, a slender, smooth-skinned monster landed on all fours, stretched out its limbs as long as ropes, and waved fiercely in the air, snap!The shoulder was in severe pain, and a piece of flesh was torn off by the barbs on the tentacles, and there was a gap in the chain bones.

He Fang was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, he could only curl up in the corner and cry.

What the hell is this place, I want to go home, let me out...

"Tick!" A crisp electronic sound sounded, and a tentacle protruded from the outside of the cage, silently turning into a cylinder, releasing round things with a bit of bread.

At first, the hollow creature strode over, grabbed the objects from the ground, put them into the hollow shell he cut off in half, digested a lot of foam, and then put them one after another.

The tentacles put down about a hundred pieces of food, then silently turned into a prototype, and retracted from the cage.

About thirty hollow creatures were put in before returning to the original position.

At this time, the creature that had just whipped off a piece of meat stepped forward, and the tentacles turned into a big mouth, and began to swallow one by one.

And then the next one.

……

He Fang huddled in the corner, clenched his teeth, the blood from his wound was still flowing, his expression was a little dazed, he felt that he must have had a nightmare, he stayed up too late for equipment recently, so he had a nightmare, as long as he woke up , you can definitely go home, it must be like this...

At this time, the monsters seemed to have finished their lines, and there was nothing left on the ground.

Then, the lights went out silently.

It was dark again.

When he woke up, he was awakened by a burst of bright light. He Fang found that the blood on his shoulder had stopped. It seemed that no major blood vessels were injured, but half of his shoulder was already numb.His stomach was so hungry that he was almost full of pantothenic acid, and a stronger creature was still eating there, and he didn't seem to be interested in him at all.

He Fang's mood is not as fearful as before. After such a long time, it seems that these things have no interest in him for the time being.

The most important thing now is to survive.

Nothing will happen if you starve to death.

He stared at things around him.

He was too scared last time, so he didn't look carefully.

There are a total of one, two, three, four of these things... His eyes suddenly shrank, that is, a mermaid?

It was a female mermaid. She had skin as white as jade, a delicate and charming face, delicate and beautiful shells on her round breasts, and her blue scales lost their luster, and they were sadly attached to the cold fish tail. The slender five fingertips have fin-like toe membranes, the fins of both ears have been retracted weakly, there is no color in the dim eyes, the water is an extension of their bodies, and she has not had water for some time.

This is the only creature that looks like him.

He couldn't help but move closer to her.

The mermaid didn't feel his coming, and just lay quietly in the corner.

He moved a little closer.

But it was too weak, slipped and fell on the mermaid.

The wound on the shoulder was torn open, and a few drops of blood splashed on the mermaid's face.

The blood seeped in immediately, leaving only red blood stains, which made her face even redder.

The mermaid slowly opened her eyes, she tilted her head, put her head on his wound, opened her fangs, and sucked on it.

After taking a few mouthfuls, the mermaid raised her head in satisfaction and let out a cry.

The hollow man who was eating suddenly stopped, and respectfully gave up his position.

The mermaid stepped forward, stuffed several pieces of food into his arms, and then began to bite his own food.

He Fang took a bite of the food, and finally couldn't help it, tears fell down.

"Mom, Dad... sister—"

The lights came on again, and He Fang leaned weakly in the corner, watching the mermaid walking towards him salivating.

During this week, the mermaid treats him like a source of water, and will come to suck his blood every two days.

He Fang felt his own weakness, if he continued like this, he would die within a few days.

The mermaid opened her mouth, and the shark-like fangs bit his wound fiercely. He Fang struggled weakly, pushing her hands on the roundness of her chest. The mermaid didn't care, her strength was much stronger.

It's now.

He Fang stretched out the knife in Shake's hand, plunged into her ribs, and slashed to the right.

Although I don't know if her heart is here, but, fight!

Although the skin is flexible, it is not indestructible.But the SWHRT2B dagger in his hand is a CS military fan who gave up his self-esteem and used it on his sister's bed for an hour before getting mixed up with the genuine US military product, authentic 400C stainless steel, black Teflon coating, not a 20 yuan imitation on Taobao .

Sure enough, as the advertisement said, the sharp knife seemed to penetrate without anything, and a shimmering bead was picked up from the wound during the cutting and drawing.

The mermaid screamed, slapped He Fang away, and chased desperately towards the bead.

By coincidence, the bead bounced on the railing, and then just bounced back in that direction, and he grabbed it.

The mermaid pounced fiercely.

He Fang threw the bead, and the knife in his right hand slashed towards her neck again.

At this time, the hollow man next to him suddenly jumped at the mermaid, knocking him flying.

Even the beads flew by and landed in He Fang's mouth, a smell of sea water rushed into his mind, and he was about to spit it out due to choking.

Here, the mermaid has already pounced on him, with sharp claws piercing straight into his mind.

He Fang tried his best to dodge, rolled to the side, and fought with her desperately.

There are more than one bloodstains on his body, but the dagger in his hand is definitely not missing.

Suddenly, the mermaid froze and stopped moving.

He Fang pushed the mermaid away, and then regained his composure.

In the next second, the beautiful body of the mermaid convulsed slightly, and the white skin shriveled and tightened at that moment, as if all the water had been sucked out. The slender fingers were like dead branches, sticking tightly to the blood-stained ground. The tail of the fish was slightly upturned, like a fallen leaf. It was a dried fish, his favorite food in the past.

He suddenly pressed his chest. Just now, he seemed to... swallow the bead?