Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The scorching air became cool, and Fang Zhuo suddenly recovered, only to realize that he got into the car at some point.

Seeing the man sitting next to him without saying a word, he leaned against the car door desperately like a mouse seeing a cat, his face full of rejection.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, and it took him a long time before he said in a muffled voice, "Why are you here?"

The curious tone was mixed with anticipation and uneasiness, and his eyes sneaked glances at the man's face from time to time.

Damon lowered his eyes, looked at his palm, "I have something to do."

"Oh." Fang Zhuo seemed disappointed. Seeing the man's fingers twirling, his heart immediately lifted up. From this posture, it seemed that he wanted to make trouble.

"It's [-]:[-] in the morning." Damon said half-closed, like a statement, but also like a question.

Now that I know that I won’t go home in the middle of the night, why didn’t I fart a single thing yesterday, so let me ask if my butt hurts.

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, turned his head and looked out the window, there were a few drunks on the street, pushing each other, walking crookedly.

Damon looked over and saw that the tooth marks from the previous forceful bite had disappeared on the young man's fair neck, and he felt inexplicably sorry, maybe he should not let the marks heal, but leave them longer.

Fang Zhuo put all his attention behind his back, the man's silence made him uneasy, and he couldn't help but reflect on whether he might have acted a little too much.

Just when he was hesitating, whether he wanted to show his favor, a hand was pressed on his shoulder, and with a force, his body fell back uncontrollably, unbiased, and his head just rested on the man's thigh .

Damon inserted his fingers into his hair, stroking against his scalp, and the cool touch ran down the Tianling cover.

After being threatened to cut his heart out last time, Fang Zhuo had a great psychological shadow on these hands.

"He won't want to kill me again." Fang Zhuo asked the system distractedly.

The system knew that he was afraid, and comforted him, "Relax, it will be done long ago, and it won't wait until now."

Thinking about it, Fang Zhuo let out a long breath, and let out his fear and anxiety along the breath.

Dimon's hand movements were gentle, as if he was stroking his beloved pet, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Zhuo raised his head, and could only see the delicate jawline and the man's protruding Adam's apple. He tried to get up, but was pushed back by an invisible force.

Repeated several times, Fang Zhuo felt that the thing that was pressed against his head seemed to be hard.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Fang Zhuo red ears, pretending not to know, "Let me get up."

"You are always resisting me beyond your limits." Damon's voice was actually a little cheerful, and he rubbed the young man's hot ears with his cold fingers, and said softly, "It's so cute."

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth and pursed his lips again. He reckoned that this demon had never been disobeyed before, so when he had a reaction that was beyond his expectations, he would show such a subtle reaction.

It's quite pitiful to think about it, like an immortal empty-nester old man, always only himself in the world.

Hey, I suddenly feel a little sympathetic.

Fang Zhuo wanted to reach out and touch the devil, but held back, and shut his mouth firmly, refusing to say another word.

Instead of being angry, Damon laughed, and even the housekeeper who was driving ahead couldn't help but look sideways.

He bent down, his lips brushed the young man's forehead lightly, his cold fingers ran along the side of his neck, and stretched into his clothes, "You are much more courageous than before, I can feel it."

That's right, because after the trouble was over, the fear was transferred to the eagle you raised.

Thinking of what happened last night, Fang Zhuo felt strange, he held his breath and his face turned red, as if he had gone through several worlds of entanglement, and finally asked, "Have you ever done it with other people before?"

The man lowered his head without saying a word, meeting his eyes.

Fang Zhuo felt guilty, his eyes fell to the void, "Then have you kissed them like that before?"

The movement of Dimon's hands paused, "No."

In his mind, the young man was forced to be pressed on the bed, crying bitterly. For him, it was easier to ignite the cold blood than any kind of strong alcohol.

The man's pale amber irises were gradually replaced by scarlet, and his breathing began to be heavy.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, and he kept lying in his heart, "What's wrong, what's wrong, I just asked two questions, why did it become like this."

Does the devil's desire come so unexpectedly?

233, "...it should be."

Fang Zhuo was worried. Although his body had recovered, his young mind had not recovered, so he couldn't do it anymore.

Just at this time, the car stopped, and the butler whispered, "Dear Mr. Capet, we are here."

When Damon was distracted, Fang Zhuo felt the strength in his body disappear, he jumped up all of a sudden, bumped his head on the roof of the car without caring, and rushed out of the car desperately.

Without getting an order, the butler just quietly held the steering wheel and waited respectfully for dispatch.

His gaze followed his master and landed on the young man's hurried back.

Probably because he was too panicked, Fang Zhuo stumbled and was about to touch the door, but he tripped over the stairs, grabbed the handrail and stood wobbly.

"Caddis, I found a treasure."

Damon's voice came with a smile, and the butler froze for a moment, then looked back at the back seat, his master, Mr. Capet, was actually laughing.

"Mr. Ni Ke is indeed an interesting person." The housekeeper said, "It can be seen that he really likes you, maybe you can take this opportunity to seduce him and let him be with you..."

"Caddis, you talk too much." Damon's eyes became colder, and the air was silent for a long time before his voice sounded again, "Interesting soul, of course we should let him stay longer."

The butler lowered his head in fear, not daring to say any more.

He thought, maybe Mr. Capet has been lonely for too long, and he wants to find a small toy to accompany him. It's not too late for a contract.

Damon didn't know what the butler was thinking, and was looking down at the black hair in his palm.

After a while, he folded his palms together and spread them out again. His hair had disappeared, "Let's drive and go back to Langton Street. The negotiation is not over yet."

-

Fang Zhuo sprinted all the way back to the attic. During the short journey, many guesses popped up in his mind.

He threw his schoolbag on the bed, took out a pen and paper, and lay down on the bed to write and draw.

Four stick figures appeared on the white paper, representing the four protagonists we have come into contact with so far.

The backgrounds of several protagonists are not comparable, God is fair, of course such a big killer like cheating will not be given for nothing, and the hardships in the early stage are inevitable.

The focus is on the emotional lives of these people.

The first three protagonists are all single, and the answer to the fourth question just now is vague, and it is still uncertain. After all, they have lived for so long, who knows that there has never been anyone else.But this is not important. What is important is that these four people all have the same preferences when they are doing things, and they always like to bite on his neck.

Every time is very hard, as if to leave an eternal mark.

As for their personalities, they are gentle, strong, clingy, and vile. They seem different on the surface, but they have something in common, viciousness and paranoia.

Fang Zhuo's heart beat violently twice, and the illusory thoughts gradually became real, could they really be the same person?

Once this idea popped up, he could no longer suppress it, his heart opened, and he was filled with emotions of excitement and surprise, these emotions overflowed again, pouring into his throat, and even his eye sockets were hot.

Fang Zhuo swallowed a few times, his nervous voice trembling, "Can you tell me, is it possible that these protagonists are the same person?"

The system is silent.

Fang Zhuo's heart turned cold, and he asked, "Why didn't you speak, didn't you?"

233 sighed, "Whether it's the same person or not, you have to complete the task, so I advise you not to have illusions or personal feelings."

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and said, "It's normal to have personal feelings. I'm a human being, not a code."

Although he has a purposeful contact with the protagonist, but during the contact process, he is always kind to others from the bottom of his heart. There is family affection without love, and friendship without family affection.

233, "If you can't control your emotions and emotions, I will immediately erase your memory."

"I don't." Fang Zhuo hugged his head subconsciously, "Why are you so tough, did I hit the mark?"

233 asked, "Do you still want to go home?"

"Think about it." Fang Zhuo said, "The first time I accepted the mission was to go home."

233, "So you should put what you should put down."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips unhappily.

233 added, "When you complete the task, there may be unexpected surprises."

Fang Zhuo's dark heart suddenly became bright again. He sat on the bed blankly for a long time, until the sky turned red before he found a notebook and put the precious piece of paper in it.

He put the notebook into the drawer, and took it out after a while. Fang Zhuo felt a little ashamed when he remembered that the paper was full of information about four men.

He squatted down, pulled out a suitcase from under the bed, and tried to hide the notebook in it, but found that there were several bottles of asthma medicine in the box, all unopened.

Fang Zhuo looked at those bottles of medicine, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

The original owner has asthma in his body, and he hasn't had an attack since he came here. He is alive and kicking every day, especially after having sex with Damon, he even has more energy than before.

He got up and found out the clothes worn by the original owner on the day he wore them.

He didn't throw away any of the things in his pockets, and kept them all as relics of the original owner, including the empty aerosol bottle that killed the original owner.

This empty aerosol is different from the brand in the suitcase. The former is locally produced, while the latter was brought from China by the original owner.

There are so many medicines at home, why does Ni Ke go out of his way to buy other brands?

Fang Zhuo pinched the bottle in doubt, racking his brains, he couldn't remember the fact that the original owner had gone to the pharmacy to buy asthma aerosol.

"Ah San, do you think Ni had an accident and lost his memory?"

233, "No, Ni Ke's memory is very complete."

"Then what's the matter with this bottle?" Fang Zhuo directly opened the bottle, and it was indeed empty.

233 didn't know either, the host received all the memory of the original owner, it knew as much as him.

"It's impossible to be replaced by someone without knowing it..." Fang Zhuo also made a conspiracy theory casually, but he was stunned after muttering.

If the memory of the original owner is really not biased, this possibility is not impossible.

Fang Zhuo murmured, "Could it be that Ni was killed by someone?"

The original owner's medicine was carried close to the body in the pocket, who has such a great ability to switch things without anyone noticing, and why would he do this?

Fang Zhuo has one head and two big heads, and his heart is in a mess.

The most frightening thing is that he is still jumping around all day long, what will the murderer think when he sees him?

Do you simply think that you didn't kill the person, or do you think that he resurrected with the corpse?

Because of this incident, Fang Zhuo didn't sleep all night, and he couldn't concentrate in class at school. He was questioned by the professor halfway and made a joke, which made the whole class burst into laughter.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he suddenly limp and lay on the table.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? You look like you haven't woken up." Song Hengzhou, who was about to leave the classroom, came over and knocked on Fang Zhuo's desk.

Fang Zhuo sat up lazily, rubbed his forehead and said, "Didn't sleep well."

"Is it because of the work at the bar? How about I ask you about other things." Song Hengzhou scratched his head, feeling that he was also responsible for this matter.

"No need." Fang Zhuo put the books in his schoolbag and said as he walked, "It has nothing to do with working in the bar, it's my own fault."

"For study?"

No, for a possible murderer hiding in the dark.

Fang Zhuo was afraid of scaring people, so he didn't dare to tell the truth, "Isn't it almost the end of the semester, of course we have to work harder."

"Tsk, why are you working so hard?" Song Hengzhou hooked Fang Zhuo's neck, and brought up the matter that was mentioned last time, "Are you really not going to the outdoor club on weekends? Now the part-time job problem has been solved. , and we go there on the same day and return on the same day, it will not affect your work at night."

Song Hengzhou joined the Cave Exploration Club, and he would go outdoors with the club almost every weekend, return to the nearby places on the same day, and sleep in the wild at night in the farther places.

Fang Zhuo still refused, "I don't have expedition equipment, and I don't have the knowledge of wilderness survival, so I will be a hindrance if I go."

Song Hengzhou clicked his tongue, "Actually, it's just an ordinary field trip, not as complicated as you think, and the president will also follow the team."

He paused as he spoke, "Do you know who the president is?"

Looking at his expression, Fang Zhuo guessed that he might know this person, "Who is it?"

"Yan Xiao." Speaking of Yan Xiao, Song Hengzhou had some admiration in his eyes. "He is the only Chinese president of our school. He has rich experience in rock climbing and exploration, and he is also very good at handling emergency dangers."

Speaking of Yan Xiao, Fang Zhuo suddenly remembered what happened last night.

There must be something really wrong with that alley. When he stared at the darkness, he was like a demon, his thoughts stagnated. If it wasn't for Damon's sudden appearance, he might have walked in it.

But Yan Xiao was so late, why did he come out of that alley?

Simply cut corners?

Fang Zhuo touched the back of his neck with his backhand, feeling chilly. Because he was afraid of the alley, he even had a weird feeling for Yan Xiao, "Song Hengzhou, what kind of person do you think Yan Xiao is?"

Song Hengzhou's face darkened, he admired Yan Xiao's outdoor experience and skills, yes, but when it comes to dealing with people, it's a bit hard to say.

"I talked to him three times, but he didn't talk to me once. What kind of person do you think he is." Song Hengzhou's face was stinky, "I declare first, I didn't offend him."

Fang Zhuo blinked in confusion, "I think he's alright."

"Okay?" Song Hengzhou opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Have you ever had contact with him?"

Fang Zhuo nodded and told the scene of the two meetings.

Song Hengzhou was amazed after hearing this, "Actually, I heard that Yan Xiao was really good when he was a freshman, and he was very kind to others, but since his sophomore year, he suddenly changed into a different person, he didn't fit in with the group, and walked alone. And never let anyone go to his house."

Fang Zhuo remembered the last time when he said to send Yan Xiao off, the other party reacted fiercely, "Probably because he pays attention to personal privacy."

Song Hengzhou shrugged his shoulders, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he raised his chin, "Here, say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."

Fang Zhuo looked over, Yan Xiao came out of a teaching building in front with a schoolbag on one shoulder, followed by a classmate.

The classmate was talking happily, Yan Xiao's face was cold, he didn't respond a word, and finally frowned impatiently.

The classmate touched his nose and left resentfully.

Song Hengzhou said, "See, it's okay to just call it that?"

As soon as the words finished, Song Hengzhou opened his mouth wide in surprise when he saw Yan Xiao walking towards the two of them.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to raise his hand to say hello, "Yan Xiao."

Yan Xiao didn't speak, but set his eyes on Song Hengzhou, his voice was a little hoarse, "Do you know each other?"

Song Hengzhou was flattered, this was the first time the president spoke to him, "We know each other, Ni Ke and I are in the same class, by the way, just now I invited him to go on a cave exploration together on weekends."

Yan Xiao's eyes fell on Fang Zhuo's face, his brows frowned, and then he let go, "Welcome to join."

Fang Zhuo hurriedly waved his hands, "I didn't think..."

Yan Xiao didn't give him a chance to refuse, leaving a tall and straight back, and left.

He maintained a calm pace at first, but after getting out of sight of the two people behind him, he suddenly started running and rushed into a nearby teaching building.

The people in the teaching building had almost left, he found a cubicle and got in, and sat on the toilet with his head in pain, the disgusting feeling came again, he turned around and vomited while holding the toilet, all It's black blood.

The light in the toilet was flickering, and there was a whistling sound of electricity, and the already not very bright space became darker and darker.

Yan Xiao tore a golden cross from his neck, held it tightly in his hand, looked up at the ceiling, and said sharply, "Come out."

A classmate who had just opened the door and came in was taken aback by the weird scene in the toilet, let out an ah, and backed out directly.

Before Fang Zhuo and Song Hengzhou parted ways, he reiterated that he would not go to activities on weekends.

Excluding Yan Xiao's factor, he is the person who should be belching farts, and he shouldn't be hanging around all day long. What if the murderer is still intent on killing him and rushes forward to stab him twice?

Just thinking about it makes me afraid, and when I get scared, I want to find someone to rely on.

So when he was about to get off work at night, he took out his mobile phone to send text messages while cleaning the table.

【Damon, can you come pick me up?I don't dare go home alone tonight. 】

The pitiful tone can be said to be very obvious. After the text message was sent, there was still no news, and no reply was received until after get off work.

Fang Zhuo believed that Dimon would definitely read text messages, but he was aloof. He couldn't help sighing, "...he's such a good man who is genuine and unpretentious."

Even though I slept with you, I don't like you if I don't like you. I don't go fishing for another shot, and I don't treat my feelings perfunctorily. To win this kind of man, besides courage, the most important thing is to have a thick skin.

Fang Zhuo's skin just happened to be thicker than enough, and he needed to be a little thicker.

The bar was already closed, and he was sitting on the side of the street, poking at the screen of his phone with the cool breeze blowing.

[I know that demons like to exchange games, you come to pick me up, and I will give you something you are interested in. 】