Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

hands and feet, he often looks for you, so the gatekeeper didn't stop him.I think it's because he's getting old, and when you move to another area, there's a high probability that he won't be taken care of, so he has to keep you. '

'You can't possibly know that. '

'This is the era of data, as long as you have money, you can find any monitoring you want. The female student paused, "I happen to be quite rich." '

The female teacher denied this possibility, insisting that she is really a mediocre person, and it is impossible to accomplish such a legend.

The female student laughed twice, and asked softly if she was full.

'I'm still very hungry. ' she lied, rubbing her stomach uncomfortably.

'Then come again. 'The female student promised.

Maybe the more you have, the more greedy you are. She stared at the bright red lips of the female student, overwhelmed by the overwhelming desire in her heart, and made one last request.

'Please give me your lips. '

The female student was not surprised at all, and reminded with an indifferent smile: "I will become ugly." '

Her will is also very firm. After the female student agreed, she used a small knife to cut off the two lips carefully and completely, pinched them in her hands, and greedily put them completely raw into her mouth regardless of the dripping blood on them. Chewing, the satisfied expression on her face at that moment was incomparable.

The female student picked up the medical device on the side to heal herself. She grew new lips, the same as before, but slightly pale due to blood loss, 'how do you feel? '

The female teacher let out a long sigh of relief, and stared obsessively into the eyes of the female students. 'It's like I finally have you. '

' Or become me. The female student smiled and unveiled the last veil of her life: "Hey, teacher, do you know that you were supposed to be assigned to the science and technology area?"But your adoptive father wants a bright kid. '

'He miscalculated.You were never the child he wanted.You are too smart, too ambitious, and you crave the limelight, so you must get out of the mediocre cultural zone, and you will never be an ordinary teacher or novelist.So he has to reform you.

You lie to yourself that you failed because you were mediocre, that you are mediocre and that you deserve to live a mediocre life, get married and have children, even if you don't care about it.But if your life is a lie, you're not what they tell you you should be.If you've always belonged to another place, were and have always been able to rise above the crowd, you're not born mediocre, you're just deluded by mediocrity.what will you do '

It is from this moment that the schoolgirl gets what she wants. "

I heard this in one breath, Allen stopped, I thought it was time for him to do housework again, I told him not to worry about it, and ended the story, but he said it was over.

"I don't know the ending yet."

"You can make up an ending however you like."

"You're such an immoral storyteller." I've never heard such a requirement, a good story must at least have an ending.

"Maybe the female teacher completely ate the girls in the end; maybe she really obeyed the order to blow up the district government and was shredded by a laser; or escaped within 1 minute. I don't know everything."

"What kind of a story is that?"

"Nevertheless..." Allen asked, "Will you continue to listen tomorrow?"

"Does tomorrow's story have an ending?"

"It also has several endings..."

"Please only give me one of these."

"If that's what you want." Allen promised.

90. Machine 05

The following is the story of the third day, Allen told me that it was a self-reported person.

"So I can expect the story to be more complete?" I've been dissatisfied for two days.

"Maybe more delicate. You know I'm not good at that."

I really can't criticize too much.

"boom--

Jumping from a high-rise building with hundreds of floors, the floor is high enough, so the long falling process before landing can bring about an almost eternal impulse.My heart constricted suddenly, my body was soft and weightless, and I opened my eyes wide to see the lights of the whole city rolling in front of my eyes, one on and one off, the gravity caused my head to shatter, my internal organs shattered, and I died on the spot the moment I hit the ground.And in the blink of an eye, a brand new me woke up at the revived memory storage company. When they detected my loss of vital signs, they immediately poured the copied memory into my clone, so I was born again without any scars. .

He didn't know this at the time.I asked him to meet in front of the building I jumped off, and told him to stand in a certain position and not move.In my plan, if all goes well, I'll land right in front of him, and if I get close enough, I'll splash him with blood.

The plan went pretty well.

He didn't come to school on the afternoon of the day I was resurrected. After school, I strolled leisurely to his door, rang the doorbell, and entered his room. It was as dark as the day my mother died. The doll I gave him, nervously and repeatedly bit his ten fingers, each of which was torn apart and dripping with blood. He was calm at one moment and crazy at another, chanting words about me, not aware of the outside world at all.

I watched him for a long time, and crouched down to hug him, the warmth of that bony back was quite pleasant.He reacted for a while before he woke up. He used his tattered fingers to confirm the temperature on my body, and he clung to me and trembled uncontrollably as if he was going to penetrate my body.

'It's really not fun. ’ His vocal cords were hoarse as if torn.

'Don't cry. 'I wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, thinking to myself that I have cried so much now, how will I be able to cry in the future?

'If you want to leave me...'

Unsurprisingly, he immediately hugged me tightly, his arms wrapping me tightly like a snake.Instantly a strange satisfaction filled my body, "You have to remember, even if I treat you badly, you are also an accomplice to my crime."You voluntarily did not leave me. '

He nodded, looking at me intently with blue eyes, 'I'm not going. '

Hope he remembers his words.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last time.Explosions, car accidents, bullets, gunshots, I spared no effort and played this game without fear of pain. I died in front of him one after another, making him a frightened bird, frightened and happy about my invitation.He deserves it.Whoever called him my friend, he had to share my hurt, not to mention that I didn't want him to die, I just let him watch that's all.

Death is a great joy.What pleases me more than death is to see him writhing over my death, as my exclusive pastime.The more he suffers, the more fulfilling I feel.

Several times his father worriedly asked me what was abnormal about him and why he was so thin.It's strange that the man has no sympathy, but attaches great importance to this child.At least he didn't seem so worried when I burned down his drug factory.

—He, the blue eyes of cornflowers, always forgives and pities.The longer I watched, the more I couldn't help but wonder, is his patience with me endless?Does he really have no bottom line for me?He was as pale as a princess, and I was far from being a knight.

'do you hate me? 'he ask me.

Nature does not hate.But for fun, I give him an affirmative answer.

'I hate you. 'I said.In fact, I don't hate him or his father, it's just that I can't do certain things.

We went out in the early morning, walking on the dim river embankment, the dark river reflected the golden light of the street lamps, I breathed the fresh air in the early morning, and briskly invited him to watch my death the next day.

'Don't take the road in front of the district government. ' I reminded him, and he nodded listlessly, like a dying little white flower.But the kiss I gave him on the cheek immediately injected infinite vitality into him, his back straightened and his face glowed.

'Honey, you have to live well. 'Until I allow you to die.

We whispered like a couple, and then I heard moaning/groaning from under the embankment, a bony hand climbed up, screaming 'help me', and a face like a wild dog emerged from the darkness , sunken cheeks, protruding eyes, 'Please take me to the doctor. 'The princess turned her head expressionlessly, and led me to step on the withered palm.

'I heard that your father intends to run for the next president? '

'maybe. '

'He's going to be a good president. 'By creating a paradise that makes most people drunk in psychedelic dreams.

He nodded and didn't say much.

'You told me earlier that he would have a meeting at the district office tomorrow. '

He blinked, 'You're with me now. '

Haha, he can't see that my attention is not on him.Before the great mayor's father knew it, his own son had become a drug addict, but not a drug addict.I flicked his shaggy hair, 'Don't worry. '

During the many years we have known each other, we have maintained a friendship relationship, and I have other plans for him in private.I tortured him and he never resisted, so that's what he asked for.

His father might be president, that's a good chance, but I wouldn't let him get too comfortable in that seat.He had to suffer, be betrayed, bereaved, have nothing to do.How can the world's largest drug lord be president?What would that make this place?His influence is enough, the number of walking corpses on the road, the young people who are quietly brainwashed in the district government, my purpose is not very bright, but I believe that if I succeed, the result will not be as good as it is now Even worse.

'Be good, don't break the law anymore, you know how strict the law is on earth.The purse you stole last time could have landed you ten years in jail if I hadn't begged Dad to help you. 'He's always worried about me, brow