Forces of Temptation

Last night, Li Yinhang lay on the bed with his eyes open, feeling hopeless.

In this life, she would never spend her own money to live in such a five-star hotel with such superior conditions. The opportunity is rare, and she may have to explore this weird town tomorrow. She can't just squat in the hotel and not go anywhere. Recharge your batteries...

She gave herself 1 reasons to sleep.

...Laughing to death, can't sleep at all.

The creepiest thing was that she always had the feeling that something alive was scratching at something.

The claws of things scratching the wall should be pointed, rubbing and rubbing continuously.

... The chanting sound was full of indescribable anger.

Li Yinhang has seen horror movies and has rich experience, so he will never be fooled.

The ghosts in the movies are all acting like this, using strange sounds to seduce, as soon as the person leaves the quilt barrier, the ghost will appear immediately.

She hid under the quilt, trying to brainwash herself that it was only mice that were scratching things, or big cockroaches moving in groups.

... As a result, this imagination added a layer of nausea in addition to horror.

After Li Yinhang curled up in the quilt and shivered for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood up.

She originally wanted to play a good teammate who is reliable, useful and non-sticky, to show her own value in this weird post-apocalyptic world.

But love is the source of her life.

She turned over and got up, wrapped the bedding in her arms, walked straight out of the room without looking back, and wanted to find Jiang Fang or Nan Zhou.

She doesn't even expect to be able to share a bed, just a floor.

Jiang Fang lived next door to her.

She knocked on the door cautiously, only to find that the door was not locked at all.

Opening the door and looking, the night wind poured in from the unclosed window, blowing the curtains like waves, and she shivered along with the curtains.

No one was in the room.

She came to Nan Zhou's room again.

As soon as she got closer, she heard a strange sound coming from the room.

It was a kind of intermittent low-pitched bass that was trying to control myself not to make a sound, but because of the unbearable joy and comfort, there was no specific words, just a dragging, depressing and aggrieved "hmm" sound.

She lay at the door and listened to the sound for a while, and recognized the composition of the sound.

Then she nimbly carried the bedroll and went back.

Sorry to disturb you, and farewell.

When she returned to the room, her wandering thoughts were interrupted by this, and her courage inflated several times invisibly.

The boss has already started to engage in pornography, and she can't even sleep, it's a shame in comparison.

It just so happened that the source of the sound seemed to be tired of scratching, and became more honest, so it didn't sound again.

Her heart thumped, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

Witnessing that joy through the door last night, during breakfast, Li Yinhang unconsciously looked around between the two of them.

But the faces of the two parties were calm and peaceful, and there was no clue, which made Li Yinhang wonder if the experience last night was just a dream that he saw a prostitute.

She suddenly felt extremely sad, forked the fried egg lonely, and bit into her mouth to relieve her worries.

It doesn't matter if she has this kind of dream, but it is too sad to have someone else's dream.

In fact, Nan Zhou was still thinking about the snow, and didn't quite understand what the intimacy last night meant.

Jiang Fang was busy with other things.

He gave Nan Zhou a well-fried thick egg. He didn't look courteous, but just showed off the gentleman's decency: "Would you like to go out and have a look today?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Jiang Fang handed him a roll of things wrapped in muslin: "Take this out when the time comes. Self-defense."

Their guns had been confiscated long before they left the station.

According to the middle-aged priest who came to pick up the car, the gun is a scarce resource, and it is best to return it and manage it uniformly.

By the way, the reason why the priest is full of compassion and has a real priestly temperament is because his prototype is derived from a gentle and polite Chinese who worked in a church near his community when he was a child. bishop.

Nan Zhou picked it up, weighed it lightly, and found that the rolled cloth was quite heavy.

After untiing the thin red thread tied in the center, a row of silver table knives rolled out, shining brightly in the sunlight and sharp to the touch.

Nanzhou pulled out a nearby one, made gestures, and found that it was very convenient.

He asked, "Where did it come from?"

Jiang Fang said, "The kitchen."

Jiang Fang said again, "Open them all and have a look."

Nanzhou opened as promised.

When the roll of blades stretched to the end, a red lucky bag hidden at the end of the roll appeared in front of Nan Zhou.

It has a swastika pattern on its body, and the end of the belt is inlaid with thin tassels, brocade stitches and gold threads, which is very delicate.

Nanzhou flipped and asked curiously, "This is...?"

"I did it too."

When Jiang Fang propped his head up to answer, his gaze and tone of voice echoed in a refreshing tone: "You can understand it as a gift, and it can also be regarded as a blessing... although it may not be of any use."

Nan Zhou unwrapped the lucky bag-shaped decoration, and took out a playing card folded in the shape of a paper crane.

The smiling face of JOKER on the card just landed on the wings, showing him a sly and bright smile.

In contrast, Jiang Fang's smile on the other side was sincere and gentle: "I don't know how to draw talismans, I can only make paper cranes, and I don't know if it will work, but I just want to make one for you."

Li Yinhang ate silently beside him, intending to use milk to cover his mouth that wanted to complain.

... Was it her illusion?

How does she feel that Jiang Fang's speaking skills are very similar to the green tea that her sister in the dormitory complained about when she was in college to seduce her boyfriend?

Also, he did something like that last night, got up early and made a hearty breakfast for three people, dug out a large number of pillows in the hotel to make artificial snow, and prepared a self-defense knife and a simple knife case for Nanzhou. There is still time to origami cranes and make lucky bags.

Did you get bloody?

Do you want to be so energetic?

Nan Zhou held the lucky bag and looked at Li Yinhang: "Doesn't she have one?"

Jiang Fang didn't even look at Li Yinhang, and replied calmly, "She and I are the people you want to protect. As long as you are well, we will be well, won't we?"

Li Yinhang: "..." Brother, you didn't look like someone who needed protection when you held a gun yesterday.

However, in Nan Zhou's eyes, any human being needs protection.

He thought Jiang Fang's words were reasonable, so he nodded, put away the lucky bag properly, bowed his head and continued to eat.

Jiang Fang, who had given the gift, did not ask for any clear return, not even a word of thanks, as if such an offering was enough to make him feel happy.

He put half of the sandwich on Nan Zhou's plate.

Nan Zhou took a bite and heard Jiang Fang ask, "I added a little salted egg yolk. How does it taste?"

Nan Zhou felt that everything in front of him was very good, so he nodded in general: "Yeah."

After the meal, they got ready and left the accommodation.

The sun at nine o'clock is already scorching, and the hot wind is even more fueling, filling this early summer with this heat.

The land was sun-drenched, and the surroundings were white and bright, making it hard for people to be vigilant.

When they came here yesterday, they came by car.

It wasn't until they went to the street and walked around that the three of them realized that their place of residence was ridiculously large.

The street they turned was just the tip of the iceberg.

Li Yinhang held the map of the area that the senior gave them last night.

Out of the need to save his life, Li Yinhang's notes were more detailed than Nanzhou's.

She carefully avoided the residences of those high-risk personnel.

Although she knew that Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang were both very strong, their guides had vaccinated them in advance, telling them that this was Zhang San's happy camp, and even killing each other was just the "best arrangement", which was full of The taste of fate, but if you can avoid the bad luck, it is better to go around the point.

But even in bright daylight and holding a map in her hand, she still walked with no idea, for fear that someone would suddenly jump out of some corner, stab her, turn around and run away.

She had no choice but to relieve the fear in her heart by thinking: "What is the use of the owner of this small town collecting these people?"

"He doesn't seem to intend to protect them well. What if they run away?"

"If we kill each other, where are we going to hide?"

Jiang Fang walked with folded arms with a slight smile, remained silent, and only answered in his heart:

This design actually has two functions.

First, if you want to unravel Nanzhou's Fascinating Soul, you must need corresponding spells to unravel the Gu.

It can be said that he planted the medicine to understand Gu for himself from the very beginning.

He was sure that he would be assigned to a place where aggressive patients lived.

Because from the very beginning, he planted a trigger point that he must step on for his amnesiac self.

——he specially designed a space for himself alone with that art fanatic.

He relentlessly pushed himself into a "must grab the gun and kill" situation.

This basically determines his future distribution direction.

He was also sure that after meeting Nan Zhou, his amnesiac self would try to abduct him to his side because of Nan Zhou's face, which was too similar to his childhood dream friend.

Whether or not Li Yinhang could be abducted, Jiang Fang was not very sure.

But according to her personality, [-]% would follow them.

As for Tang, Song and Yuan, Ming and Qing, it doesn't matter whether they follow them to the area where aggressive patients live, or go to other places to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

Anyway, when they arrived in the residential area, no matter whether these two people were there or not, they would definitely inquire about where these mentally ill patients lived.

This is the minimum security awareness.

The guide will naturally do his minimum duty, provide them with a detailed map, and mark for them the places where these people live one by one on the map.

——This is because when Jiang Fang chose the leader of the highly aggressive patient, he deliberately chose the very responsible captain of the college ice hockey team.

When Jiang Fang drafted the map of this residential area, he deliberately combined hundreds of diseases, so that only one luxury hotel in the entire residential area could be suitable for the three of them to live in.

The facilitator has only one option at hand.

Therefore, he will definitely guide them here.

When they stayed in this hotel, more than 200 points would be connected with each other on the floor plan of the settlement to form a truly complete degu pattern.

When the missing piece is added, Jiang Fang's memory of being the core of the lower head will be fully recovered.

Therefore, the reason why these two hundred "patients" are here is that he needs an anchor point that can form a pattern.

The second reason for the existence of these people is, of course, to protect them.

Even if "Adam" wanted to kill him, and use the advantages of props to carry out violent killings, these virtual patients who actually completely obeyed his own "town master" would continue to serve as their barriers and fortresses.

This time, when trying to build a complete copy, Jiang Fang gained a lot of experience.

Regarding "Gravity" itself, he also has many ideas, which only need to be verified in the future.

This is not in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fang turned his head to look at Nan Zhou.

In fact, Jiang Fang has a high degree of freedom in this small town.

Especially after he regained his memory.

He can even make snow for Nanzhou this summer.

However, this is too contrary to the laws of nature.

I just mentioned to him that it was snowing last night, and it will snow today, which may cause Nan Zhou to doubt him.

This is not good.

He hoped that Nanzhou would love him.If you can't do it temporarily, it's okay if you just don't hate it.

Nan Zhou looked around and calmly asked the question: "They are all bungalows."

This sentence inspired Li Yinhang, who was confused in his mind.

"Really." Li Yinhang pondered, "The outside world is not like this, the buildings are not so neat, and the highest is no more than three floors."

Nan Zhou climbed up to the roof along an aluminum fire escape that was hot in the sun.

Looking far away, all he saw were buildings with no more than three floors, hidden among layers of greenery, so neat and creepy.

Nan Zhou said, "It's very strange."

Jiang Fang shaded himself from the sun with the back of his hand, and squinted at his cat climbing up the roof: "What's so strange?"

"This town seems to have been designed in advance." Nan Zhou said bluntly, "It seems that someone deliberately brought us into this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, he, who was in a high position, saw a puff of smoke rising from a street corner not far away.

After walking for so long, they didn't even see a single person.

Now people suddenly appeared, Nan Zhou wanted to go and see.

Nanzhou walked to the fire escape, hesitated for a while whether to go the right way, but still couldn't stand the temptation of a long handrail, straddled it, slid all the way down from the handrail, straightened his clothes immediately, said nothing He hurriedly walked towards the place where the smoke rose.

Li Yinhang felt quite puzzled, and obediently chased him all the way.

Jiang Fang was so cute by Nan Zhou's childishness hidden under his cold appearance, and with a clear smile, he leisurely followed behind.

When she turned the corner with Nan Zhou, she saw someone with his head lowered burning something on the side of the street.

Now when Li Yinhang saw a living person, he felt chills down his spine, more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

She just went up and grabbed Nan Zhou's windbreaker by the tail, intending to remind him to slip by the wall, when a friendly face lit up by the firelight turned around.

The man greeted them politely in the firelight: "Hello."

His gaze was fixed on Li Yinhang, so Li Yinhang had no choice but to respond hastily: "You, hello. Are you busy?"

The man was quite gentle: "That's right."

Li Yinhang rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and waited for his words: "Then you are busy first. Let's go."

"Hey." The man stood up very kindly, "Are you new here?"

He carried a bit of a weak manner, as if the two small balls of coke billowing and emitting black smoke at his feet had nothing to do with him.

In terms of posture and outline, what he burned to death was a pair of mice in the process of copulating.

Jiang Fang remembered his face.

This face originated from a newspaper that Jiang Fang had read, a murderer who had committed more than a dozen arson crimes.

The reason for his crime is that he hates all heterosexuality.

To say that he is crazy is not wronging him.

At this moment, the madman looked at Li Yinhang who was holding onto the corner of Nanzhou's clothes, and the puppet-like smile lines on the corners of his mouth grew bigger and bigger: "Are you guys lovers?"

Nanzhou has always been highly sensitive to danger.

He saw that this person had a strange look in his eyes, and he was a very dangerous person.

After simple consideration, Nanzhou decided to use the knife.

Before the situation becomes clear, it is better to be more cautious and not kill him at will.

If he was stabbed with a knife, he could still live; if he twisted his neck, he would die.

He put his hand behind his back.

There was the table knife that Jiang Fang had prepared for him.

Jiang Fang naturally had some considerations in designing him here.

Before Li Yinhang answered and Nan Zhou drew his knife, Jiang Fang stepped forward quickly, and generously embraced Nan Zhou's waist, and naturally stopped his hand that was already holding the handle of the dining knife.

Nan Zhou's waist, which was held in the windbreaker, was thin and flexible, and could be measured clearly with just one arm.

Nan Zhou was taken aback by the hug, looked down at his fingers that were holding his waist, and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Fang's side face, quite puzzled.

Jiang Fang smiled gently: "This is my lover. After moving here, I may bother you more."

The man's expression relaxed, the corners of his raised mouth lowered a little, and he looked a lot more normal.

He turned his head and pointed to a small building not far away: "Here, my family lives there, you should come to play more in the future."

Jiang Fang held the wet and cold palm he handed over, and shook his face without changing his expression: "Definitely."

Nan Zhou stared at Jiang Fang intently.

When he gets along with people, he is kind and friendly, but there is always a three-point gap, that kind of attitude that he can get the scale right and score with ease...

Nan Zhou searched for various adjectives in his heart.

In the end, he actually settled on a written word whose meaning he still couldn't quite understand.

...sexy.

After leaving the crisis, Jiang Fang let go of Nan Zhou's arms.

"The man just now didn't look normal." Jiang Fang explained softly, "I'm sorry to offend you. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Nan Zhou was confused again.

Last night, the things Jiang Fang did to himself in bed were obviously more offensive than they are now.

But looking at his polite appearance now, it seems that nothing happened last night, and it seems that...

He wants to play some fun mind games with himself.

Nan Zhou's whole body and mind were attracted by Jiang Fang's unpredictable behavior, and he replied calmly: "No offense. I don't think so."

Li Yinhang, who watched everything from the sidelines: "..."

She really doubted that she had encountered green tea.

And she has proof.

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