After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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Forced himself to calm down, he took out his seldom-used mobile phone to call Zhao Huayuan, but he never got through.

Seeing that his expression was different, everyone asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

422 has no time to talk to them now, he is eager to enter the space-time gap to find someone, but for the first time he doesn't know where the destination is.

Where did Zhao Huayuan go, why did he disappear, was he taken away by No. 4?

What will happen to him?

422 can't wait to beat himself up and lose him, if something happens to Zhao Huayuan...

All kinds of horrible images began to appear in his mind, the bloody, humiliated, cold and stiff Zhao Huayuan flashed in front of his eyes, and just thinking about it made his heart feel like a knife.

When Zhao Huayuan woke up, he tilted his head and looked to the left habitually. There was no sign of Qisheng, but he saw a gap in the middle of the big red curtain, and a vertical light penetrated from the outside to the end of the bed, while the rest of the blocked light was The entire curtain was illuminated half red and opaque, and the whole room seemed to be soaked in diluted blood.

Zhao Huayuan sat up, touched a certain place with his hand, some rough touch pierced into the palm of his hand, under the dark red light, Zhao Huayuan looked at the place he touched.

It was a blackened wooden headboard.

He went home, home.

When he was young, Zhao Huayuan's room caught fire in the middle of the night, and he still doesn't know the cause. He was not in the room when the fire broke out, but passed out on the river embankment for no reason. When he walked home, he saw thick smoke billowing from his room. There was a constant red light in the window. He was afraid that something might happen to his parents. While calling the fire brigade, he tried to get in through the back door where the fire was relatively small, but he saw a strange scene from the balcony of the back door.

His father and his mother stood straight in front of their room door. There was a raging fire on the opposite side of the door, but no smoke permeated into the living room. The wooden door was like an iron wall, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds, and he Parents are like stone sculptures guarding the world inside the gate, rigidly sticking to their posts from left to right. Even though the child may have been burned to black coals inside, they have not seen any movement from them.

There was a busy tone from the mobile phone dialed to the fire department, which always showed that it could not be connected. Suddenly, the busy tone disappeared and a sharp "beep" sound came out.

Zhao Huayuan's heart beat violently, and the stone-like parents in his sight turned towards him at exactly the same speed as if startled by the sound.

By accident, Zhao Huayuan stepped outside the iron-covered back door, and at the same time turned off the volume of the phone.

For a moment, his intuition told him that his "parents" might be more dangerous than the fire in the house.

Afraid that his parents would find him when he opened the back door, Zhao Huayuan leaned against the low wall of the balcony and turned back to the platform where the neighbor’s air conditioner was placed, and then jumped to the red brick wall that separated the neighbor’s first-floor courtyard from the neighbor’s first-floor courtyard that was abandoned after half-repair. At the top, in the dark, leaning on the flashlight carefully, walk to the end like a balance beam, jump to another step, go all the way through the back door courtyard of the whole street, escape from the haunted house, and run towards the direction of the town to the county.

On that night, except for the red and yellow lights in his own room, the world was filled with gray black and white, Zhao Huayuan was like a lonely soul who had lost his body in a fire, with nowhere to go and out of tune with the world.

After wandering outside for a day and a night, the police on duty found him on the side of the road and sent him home. When we saw each other, his parents had returned to the way they used to be. They were not very enthusiastic about him, but they were not so weird. They had a peaceful daily life. Flowing forward like water, everything that night was like an overly real nightmare, leaving no trace except his memory.

His room was clearly on fire, he saw it with his own eyes, but when he opened the red wooden door, the furniture inside was exactly the same as when he hadn't left, not even a burnt black mark was left.

People told him that you had hallucinations while sleepwalking, but since that incident, the already big gap between Zhao Huayuan and his parents has widened. A week later, he applied to live on campus and did not live at home anymore.

After Qisheng told him about the system, he is now more certain that the fire was real, and his "parents" wanted to kill him that night, but someone stopped him.

And now that he appeared in this apparently burnt room that was similar to his own bedroom, the system should have done it too.

"Qisheng?" he called into the air.

No response.

He reached into his pocket, trying to touch his phone, but found that he was wearing a school uniform, and there was nothing in his pocket except a pen and a folded note.

He got out of bed and opened the curtains. The sky outside was foggy, and thick black clouds were accumulating in the sky, as if they would soon be unable to hold on and fall down.

Standing by the window, he looked at the contents of the note against the light.

Inside was a line written in black and red:

kill them.

Before he had time to think, the door was knocked.

"Are you ready to go to school yet? Can't afford it?" An impatient male voice sounded. Zhao Huayuan hadn't heard this voice for many years. It was his so-called "father".

Zhao Huayuan refolded the note and put it back in his pocket, then went to open the door.

There was a tall man at the door, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and beside him was a beautiful woman, with red lips, pink eye shadow, and a tight short skirt with a black gauze on his chest. It looked like his father's new love outside.

The woman was about to say hello to Zhao Huayuan, and she raised the corners of her mouth to smile, but soon the smile froze, and she and Dad Zhao looked at Zhao Huayuan's hand in horror.

"Ah!" The woman covered her mouth and shrank towards Dad Zhao.

Father Zhao was also staring in the same direction, his face pale: "Zhao Huayuan! What are you going to do!"

Zhao Huayuan looked down because he didn't know, and saw Cheng Guangwaliang's fruit knife in his left hand, and his face was reflected on the knife.

"Kill them".

These words sounded in Zhao Huayuan's mind again.

"Fucking brat, what are you going to do?" Dad Zhao pushed the woman aside, and reached out to grab the knife.

Zhao Huayuan reflexively switched the knife from his back to his right hand, and he also took a few steps back into the room.

Father Zhao rushed over cursingly, snatched it twice, failed to grab it, turned around and lifted the bed sheet, and dragged out a large machete from under the thick cotton pad. It was old and the light was weak, but it was very important at first glance. , about three to four times as long as the fruit knife in Zhao Huayuan's hand.

Zhao Huayuan didn't expect that there was such a murder weapon hidden under his bed, so he retreated to the door. Seeing that a murder was about to happen, the woman outside the door was so frightened that her high heels were running and dropped, and she didn't dare to look back to pick them up. She limped He rushed out of the living room and ran downstairs.

Zhao Huayuan also wanted to go to the living room, but his father grabbed his hair and threw him hard on the bed.

Severe pain came from the scalp, but Zhao Huayuan didn't have time to take care of it, because a machete had already struck his head.

Zhao Huayuan rolled away to the side, and the machete hit the bed heavily, leaving a deep mark on the mattress. The powerful force made Zhao Huayuan bounce up.

He got up quickly and stood up on the side of the bed. As soon as he got up, he stabbed the position where he had just been lying with a knife. This time, the tip of the knife was facing down, and the mattress was directly pierced, exposing the yellow and white cotton wool.

His father, no, he can't be regarded as his father. I don't know what is in front of him now, and now he really wants to die by himself.

Zhao Huayuan quickly glanced at the frightening gap in the bed, and flexibly responded to the man's attack.

"Damn it, why don't you die!"

"You deserve to die!"

The man roared, his face was ferocious, and although he was strong, he was not as flexible as Zhao Huayuan. Zhao Huayuan pushed open the glass window as he escaped, and the man slashed at the aluminum square anti-theft window outside the glass window, sending out " "Ding" with the sound of violent metal-to-metal collisions, and the tip of the machete just hit the square of the anti-theft window. The man cursed and wanted to pull it out, but because of too much haste and force, the knife got stuck several times. in that grid.

Zhao Huayuan seized the opportunity and stabbed the man in the abdomen.

The man looked at him in shock, Zhao Huayuan's hands trembled slightly, then he drew out the knife and stabbed the knife into the man's chest.

Bright red blood poured out to varying degrees from the man's mouth, chest, and abdomen, and a "ho ho" sound came out from the man's throat.

Zhao Huayuan drew out the knife, opened the door, left the room, and walked towards the living room covered with diamond red tiles. The woman's dropped high heels were still lying in the middle of the living room.

"Kill them".

These four words shouted loudly in Zhao Huayuan's mind, and Zhao Huayuan forced himself to ignore him, but the warm blood on his hand, the dazzling red on the tip of the knife, and his heartbeat that was so intense that it almost jumped out of his chest clearly told him—you Killed.

It may not be human, but it also kills with hands.

But amidst the deafening clamor of the brain, the trembling of the hand holding the slippery knife handle tightly, and the stiff walking steps forward, his consciousness fell into a strange calm.

Killing is so simple. In the final analysis, it is just holding a knife, sending it forward, and sending it again...

Yes, such a simple action.

Any heinous thing, as long as you pass the level of thinking, seems to be very simple. To drop an atomic bomb, you only need to press a button, and to kill someone, you only need to stab a knife in with your hand...

Killing this nominal father, compared with guilt, he actually had a feeling of elation.

Anyway, this is also a fantasy created by a certain system. Even if it is true, this so-called father is not a human being. He wanted to kill me, and I was just defending myself.

Zhao Huayuan thought so, and walked downstairs in a daze. The design of this house is extremely unreasonable. The place where the stairs are located is completely backlit. to the ceiling.

The dim yellow round light bulb glowed faintly, and Zhao Huayuan climbed down the stairs step by step holding the knife.