Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The sun sets and night falls.

The roommate opened the door and came in, only to find a figure sitting on the sofa, motionless, and was startled.

He touched the porch switch with shaking hands, "Nike?"

Fang Zhuo was like a wooden stake. When he heard the voice, he looked over blankly, blinked, and raised his hand weakly, "You're back."

This person's name is Lu Song, and he is from China like the original owner. He is in the second grade and is a pure zero.

Lu Song put down his schoolbag and walked over, saw the contract on the table, "Signed so soon?"

Fang Zhuo's eyes fell on the high-level contract, picked it up and flipped through it, it wasn't the one stained with blood.

Thinking of the holder of another contract, he swallowed, and said to Lu Song, "The aura of the new roommate is very strong. When we met, my legs went weak with fright, like an evil spirit."

Lu Song's eyes were complicated, "A man?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, "Male, he is tall and looks..."

Only then did Fang Zhuo remember that at that time, because of the backlight, the light in the room was not good, and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

"What's wrong with your appearance, let's continue." Lu Song pushed him, and Fang Zhuo said, "I didn't see clearly."

"Are you kidding me? Didn't you sign the contract in person?"

He didn't sign the contract in person, he just stood face to face for a few seconds, but he really didn't see the other party's face clearly, it's weird.

Lu Song's eyeballs rolled around, "So you were restrained by the opponent's aura the whole time, not only restrained, but also weak-legged?"

Fang Zhuo's face was heavy, and his two-meter-eight aura was stronger than that of the protagonists in the previous three worlds, and there was also an indescribable, very substantive sense of oppression.

"Ni Ke." Lu Song lowered his voice suddenly, "You are actually shaking M."

Fang Zhuo wanted to paste the contract on it, so he took the contract and stood up, said goodbye to Lu Song, and walked upstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs on the second floor, Fang Zhuo withered. He sneaked on the handrail, stretched his neck to look, and made sure that Daemon was not there. Then he walked through the living space and climbed up to the attic.

The movement was so fast, it seemed like there was a ghost chasing after him.

He climbed onto the bed and lay on his side looking at the moonlight on the ground, his eyelids quickly closed together.

When he was in a daze, there was a sudden "thump", and Fang Zhuo's mind suddenly cleared up.

He sat up rubbing his forehead, took a sip of water from the cup, and then remembered that he hadn't washed yet, so he quickly took his toothbrush and bath towel and walked downstairs.

As soon as I stepped down the wooden ladder, I felt a chill. The temperature downstairs was much lower than that in the attic, probably because the air conditioner was turned too low.

Fang Zhuo shuddered, looked up and looked around, and found that Damon's room was not locked tightly, and there was a crack in the door.

It was pitch black in the crack of the door, and nothing could be seen.

Tsk tsk, the curtains were drawn too tightly, he didn't dare to meddle in other people's business to close the door, stabilized his heartbeat, and went down to the public bathroom on the first floor.

He took off his clothes and stood under the shower, "Brother Ah San, you won't peek at me taking a shower, will you?"

233:"……"

Fang Zhuo thought, this should be the meaning of silent denial, he turned on the water, squeezed shampoo on his head, and after a few rubs, his head was full of foam.

"What kind of person do you think your new roommate is?"

233: "I can tell you responsibly that he is scary."

"..." Fang Zhuo stopped washing his hair, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

233: "I am warning you very seriously."

Fang Zhuo swallowed nervously, "What else do you know?"

233: "I don't know anything."

The system has actually been holding back for a long time, it lives in Fang Zhuo's mind now, it can't play games, it can't play cats, it's boring to death every day, and it can only stare at this coward's plot.

After struggling for a long time, I decided to give him some hints and have some fun for myself by the way.

In the end, the fun was not found, and he was almost annoyed to death by the host.

Fang Zhuo stopped taking a shower, and kept asking, "What do you mean by being scary? Abnormal killers, Frankenstein, mysterious killers, crimes with high IQ..."

Ba la ba la listed all kinds of "scary people", and the system was about to be stunned by him.

233: "Neither."

"Not at all?" Fang Zhuo became even more terrified, "What else is there to be afraid of? It must be human."

The system didn't speak.

Fang Zhuo frowned and muttered to himself, "It's scary, and it's not human. What exactly is it?" His brain circuit took a sharp turn, and he gasped in fright.

"Demon, demon, demon..." Are all demons so crazy that they directly put attributes on their names? ?

Just at this time, the light above his head flickered, Fang Zhuo screamed in fright, slipped his foot, fell on his back, and his tailbone was about to crack.

There were soft footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps stopped outside the bathroom door, and there was a knock on the glass door, "Are you okay?"

The sound is a little unfamiliar.

It took Fang Zhuo a long time to remember that this was Damon who had just been labeled a "devil" by him...how did he get down?

Fang Zhuo shouted: "I'm fine!"

He stood up against the wall, looked at the figure on the frosted glass, and stammered, "You, what do you do?"

"The water heater in the upstairs bedroom is broken."

Damon's voice was low and deep, very magnetic, but Fang Zhuo was terrified when he heard it, for fear that the other party would jump in and eat him.

"I'll ask someone to look at it for you tomorrow. Do you want to use the bathroom now? Wait a minute, I'll be right out."

After Fang Zhuo finished speaking, he hurriedly rushed, dried his body, put on his clothes and opened the door.

Damon was standing against the wall in the dark corridor. He was tall, at least 1.9 meters. The light from the bathroom flashed across his body, just illuminating the man's delicate jaw and Adam's apple.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to look too much, pretending to be calm, when passing by the other party, he turned sideways quietly, for fear of getting into contact with the man.

Damon has been standing on the spot, keeping his posture unchanged. Fang Zhuo didn't even dare to turn his head. He faintly felt that his eyes fell on his back, which was sharp and sharp, as if it could penetrate the flesh.

After returning upstairs, Fang Zhuo locked the door and listened to the movement downstairs with sharp ears.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard voices.

"do not know."

"uncertain."

"I don't know."

Fang Zhuo sat up from the bed in surprise, "Did I hear you right, Damon is actually on the phone?"

233: "After monitoring, it is indeed on the phone."

Ghosts and ghosts have an influence on electromagnetic waves, just like in horror movies, receiving calls from ghosts is basically the sound of electric current, how can it be possible to talk to people clearly?

Fang Zhuo scratched his hair, sure enough I was thinking too much and scaring myself.

The big stone in his heart fell, sleepiness hit him, Fang Zhuo lay back on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, there was movement on the attic door, and the doorknob turned silently and opened.

A cloud of black mist poured in, covering the entire bed.

Fang Zhuo groaned uncomfortably, felt out of breath, and was trying to open his eyes, but soon, his consciousness fell into darkness again following the light that lit up and disappeared on the back of his neck.

He had a dream, dreaming that he was in a deep old castle, with endless dark corridors in front and back, and directly in front of him, there was a tall and tall man walking forward with steady steps.

I am like a marionette, obviously afraid of the darkness ahead, but unable to resist, forced to follow.

go straight.

Fang Zhuo was startled awake, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, only to realize that his body was sweaty and sticky very uncomfortable.

He opened the window to blow the wind for a while, and took a long breath, "I had a dream, dreaming of..."

233,"What?"

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, "Didn't you say that my soul would be repaired after sleeping in the last world?"

233 tensed up, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"I don't think my forgetfulness has healed yet, and I can't even remember what I just dreamed about."

The picture was still very clear when he opened his eyes, but he forgot all about it in an instant.

233, "There is nothing wrong with your soul, so it may be that you have a bad mind."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

fine, you can.

Fang Zhuo fell back on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and just opened his eyes until dawn.

Before the alarm clock rang, he got up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

All the roommates got up, and Lu Song was making breakfast, and said that he would make one for him by the way.

Fang Zhuo said thank you, and took a shower in the bathroom. When he was getting dressed, he accidentally saw himself in the mirror, and was taken aback for a moment.

He turned his back and looked in the mirror to see a gold tattoo just below the nape of his neck.

"Nike, are you ready?" A voice shouted from outside the door.

Fang Zhuo was interrupted by such an interruption, stopped thinking deeply, quickly put on his clothes and walked out.

The original owner had a mediocre relationship with the other two roommates, so he was okay with Lu Song.

Lu Song said, "I saw a push on WeChat this morning, saying that our community has not been peaceful recently. Early this morning, the police station received a report that a 20-year-old youth had disappeared mysteriously."

Fang Zhuo took a bite of the bacon, "How bizarre?"

"Surveillance captured him entering an alley, but didn't capture him walking out. Isn't that weird?" Lu Song took a sip of milk, "The alley is absolutely closed on both sides."

Fang Zhuo doesn't quite believe it, it's too unreliable to evaporate from the world.

He directly changed to a more important topic, "Does our school have a ranking list of handsome guys? Including teachers."

"I guessed you were before, but you still don't admit it, just wait." Feeling that he finally found a bosom companion, Lu Song smirked twice and ran towards the room.

While waiting, Fang Zhuo drank milk, and while drinking, he saw a pair of long legs appearing on the stairs and walking down.

He sat up straight all of a sudden, staring at those legs, and found that there were shadows under Damon's feet. According to his cognition, the eastern ghosts had no shadows, and neither should the western demons.

Look, I really thought too much.

Fang Zhuo felt a little ashamed that he was suspected of maliciously speculating on others.

He raised his hand and was about to wave his hand to say good morning. When he saw that face clearly, there was only one word left in his heart and mind, "Fuck."

Dimon walked to the refrigerator and replied in Chinese, "Okay."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Fang Zhuo blushed, "I didn't mean that, I was..."

"What?" Damon asked lightly.

Fang Zhuo shook his head hurriedly, guessing that the other party might have listened well.

He quietly looked at the man, this is really a pretty amazing face, even the hair tip is delicate and noble, but the skin is abnormally pale, as if it has not seen the sun all year round.

What surprised him the most was that the man's aura seemed to be retractable. They were only a few steps away from each other, but they didn't feel the intimidating force of yesterday at all.

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, and unconsciously relaxed his vigilance.

At this moment, Lu Song came out and saw the man in front of the refrigerator froze for a moment.

His gaze scanned Damon's back, and he was a little bit in full bloom, but when he saw the other's face, the flowers that hadn't bloomed were frightened to death.

Lu Song sat down in front of Fang Zhuo in disappointment, and handed over the "Handsome Guys Ranking" sticker album that he had compiled by himself, "This is the latest ranking this year."

The album of stickers is thick and heavy, Fang Zhuo flipped through it casually, and found that the information of each boy in it was very detailed, which shows how hard Lu Song did it.

Fang Zhuo has now discovered a new suspect, he doesn't need this anymore, and was thinking about going back when Lu Song suddenly leaned into his ear and asked quietly, "Is this the new roommate you're looking for?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It looks a bit ugly."

"Your vision is too high." Fang Zhuo said, "I think it's very handsome."

No, to be precise, it should be handsome!

Lu Song's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't believe his ears.

This new roommate is obviously a rough-looking bearded man, he looks sloppy just by looking at him, he really can't find his handsomeness!

Facing Fang Zhuo's determined and astonishing eyes, Lu Song couldn't help wondering, are we really seeing the same face?

The answer is of course yes, after all fantasy things cannot happen in reality, so there is only one reason why the roommate is so amazing, "Our aesthetics are not at the same level."

He hugged the album that hadn't been opened in the future, "Don't look at it, it's full of beautiful boys, there are no sloppy and rough guys, it's not your style."

Fang Zhuo: "???"

After Lu Song finished speaking, he really put his baby album in the room.

If you don’t look at it, don’t look at it, anyway, there’s a handsome man over there, Fang Zhuo twisted and lay on the sofa, squinting at Damon who was walking upstairs with mineral water.

He asked the system, "Is that him?"

Those legs, that face, even the voice was low and hoarse like those male protagonists before.

233 is an activist, "Guess what it means, put it into action."

Fang Zhuo did what he said, went back to the dining table to finish the rest of the breakfast, and then went up to the second floor. He wanted to introduce himself to Damon and shake hands in a friendly way.

As soon as he knocked on the door, the door opened by itself.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, the lights were not turned on, and there was no light at all. It was pitch black, and even the outlines of the furniture could not be seen clearly.

Fang Zhuo froze at the door, not daring to step in.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom. The other party should be taking a shower, but didn't Damon say yesterday that the water heater in the bathroom was broken?

While thinking, there was a sudden click in the darkness.

The man came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, and when he passed the door, he suddenly said, "Come in."

Fang Zhuo was beating his heart, and walked in behind the man, "Hello, Mr. Capet, I was in a hurry yesterday, and I haven't had time to introduce myself."

Damon turned to look at him.

The color of the man's eyes is light, like light golden amber, which should be a gorgeous color, but it is very harmonious with the darkness behind him, as if he was born to be with the darkness.

Fang Zhuo was inexplicably scared.

He swallowed, and mustered up the courage to reach out to the other party, "Hello, my name is Ni Ke, from country Z, and I am a second-year student in the Information Engineering Department of University A."

Damon lowered his eyes and held his hand, "Hello."

The opponent's palm was cold, Fang Zhuo shuddered, "Why is your hand..."

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly stopped, it was a kind of trembling from the soul, and his comfortable toes were about to curl up.

Oh, is that you the main character.

Ecstasy welled up in Fang Zhuo's eyes, and he was so excited that he shook his other hand and wrapped it tightly around the man's hand, "I heard from your uncle that you are also from our school? If the time is right, we can still be together in the future." Let's go to school together."

Damon withdrew his hand coldly, "Yeah."

Fang Zhuo squeezed his hands and asked again, "Have you ever learned Chinese before? Just downstairs..."

Damon, "I have learned."

Fang Zhuo: "By the way, do you have breakfast? I can help you make one."

Dimon, "Thank you, I won't eat."

The man's tone was flat and stiff, showing alienation and indifference.

Fang Zhuo was a little worried, and asked the system in his heart, "This big brother has a communication barrier, right?"

233 was silent for a moment, "Maybe it's a generation gap."

Fang Zhuo calculated carefully, the difference in age between the two was seven or eight years old, and there was only a three-generation gap rounded off, which can be completely ignored.

He smiled and continued to look for topics, "I see that your hands are a little cold. Is it because the water heater is broken and you use cold water to take a bath? I'll call someone to look at it right away."

Damon finally said something a little longer, "No, I fixed it."

Fang Zhuochu stayed where he was, and couldn't find any other topics to talk about, "If you need anything, you can call me, my number..."

"I know," Damon said.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

It's really delicious.

Fang Zhuo forced himself to leave with a smile on his face, hunched over as soon as he went out, and lost all his strength.

"The goal this time is not very close, it's so cold."

Just finished speaking, three lines of words appeared in front of my eyes:

[The connection has been successfully established with the target. 】

[This hack: Godhead, a symbol of a god position, the original power of a god. 】

Fang Zhuo stared blankly at the two words, "Is that what I thought?"

233: "Yes."

Fang Zhuo's heart was pounding, and he was so excited, "Then I am also a god now?"

233: "You are neurotic at best."

"..." Fang Zhuo asked angrily, "What about him, ordinary people can't bear the godhead, I still understand this. So what exactly is Damon now?"

233: "No comment."

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth, "You can always talk about the delivery method, should I kiss him?"

If he could, he would go now, run away after kissing, and the worst result would be losing a new roommate.

233, "It's the opposite this time, you have to work hard to let him kiss you."

"Oh, seduction."

"Only by getting the kiss of true love from the protagonist, can the cheat be delivered successfully."

Fang Zhuo had mixed feelings in his heart, it was like asking him to climb Mount Everest, but there were only two results, either freezing to death or falling to death.

It's okay if you don't want to die.

He had to burn himself like a candle to warm the other person. If Damon was a soft-hearted person, maybe he would really give him a little love and then a kiss before he exhausted everything.

Fang Zhuo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and was once again moved by his dedication.

He looked back at the dark room, and suddenly heard a chuckle, and Damon seemed to say, "It's you."

The hairs on Fang Zhuo's body exploded. There is no reason, he just knows that "you" refers to him!

Behind the opened door, there seemed to be an invisible hand that closed it slowly by itself, blocking his sight with a bang.

Fang Zhuo looked down at his arms, densely covered with goose bumps.

It must be the wind.

There weren't many classes this morning, so Fang Zhuo went into the library right after class.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can win a hundred battles. 233 refused to reveal the details of the protagonist, so Fang Zhuo could only investigate by himself.

He hugged a few books of European mythology, found a quiet corner, and took notes while flipping through them, a hundred times more serious than the college entrance examination back then.

Finally he wrote a conclusion on paper:

Only once a god can inherit the godhead; and a god who has lost the godhead will eventually fall, but if the evil thoughts are strong enough, he will be swallowed by hell and become a demon.

If his guess is correct, Damon should be a demon who has lost his godhead and been eroded by hell.

What are demons? They are bloody, cruel, violent, and evil. They oppose the light and feed on souls.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened by himself that he couldn't even hold his pen.

Damon's name kept appearing in his mind, the chilling hand he shook this morning, and the bedroom engulfed by darkness...

Those doubts that he had dispelled in the morning resurfaced at this moment and were confirmed.

Fang Zhuo's legs were shaking non-stop, what to do, he dare not go home now.

After a quiet afternoon, 233 suddenly said, "He's here."

Fang Zhuo stood up abruptly, and stared straight ahead. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall and stern man came towards him in the night.