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

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Zhao Huayuan glanced at the little Xuanlong on the ground, and his mind became clearer.

He bent down and squatted next to the opponent, and was about to check the situation, but there was a faint strong wind flowing behind him, hitting his back straight.

He didn't even turn his head. The red brick that was about to be placed on the ground was drawn across a huge arc by his arm, and then there was a dull sound that made the teeth ache when the heavy object hit the bone.

After less than a minute, something fell on the ground behind him, and there was no movement behind him except for the operation of range hoods in various households and the occasional human voice with a local accent.

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Area A27004.

422 looked at the interface in front of him, without saying a word.

The new home that Zhao Huayuan bought for them, only when 422 was alone was so empty and lifeless.

422 looked at the ceiling, digesting the fact he had just discovered.

Ten minutes later, he disappeared on the sofa.

There was a gust of wind from the river, and the sound of the curtains fluttering rang out regularly throughout the living room, making the room even more boring and lonely.

Zhao Huayuan took the brick back, and some of the spongy holes on it were splashed with blood, and some of the holes even got some flakes of flesh stuck inside.

The brick was still bleeding.

His heart was pounding, and his eardrums seemed to vibrate accordingly.

Throwing down the brick, he looked at Xiao Xuanlong again.

Wiping the blood from his hands on his clothes, he reached out and groped towards the other person's face.

It is very soft and feels very real to the touch. Because half of his face is covered with dust and wounds, he doesn't think this child is amazing from a distance. However, if you look at him so closely, you will find that his eyebrows and eyes are so exquisite that he seems to be fascinated. The angel statue in the mud, even if it is covered in mud, still has an indelible holiness and elegance.

Zhao Huayuan's fingertips groped for the cracked corner of the opponent's lips, looking at the glaring wound on his face, he frowned.

Even if this little Xuanlong might be a fake, Zhao Huayuan couldn't leave him alone here.

It was almost dusk, the sky that had been blurred by the fog began to cast an ominous red, and the visibility gradually decreased. Zhao Huayuan didn't delay any longer, packed up the child's schoolbag and put it in his hand, carried the other person on his back, and went to the nearby nearest pharmacy.

On the way to the pharmacy, they had to pass through one of the busiest streets in the town—Zhong Street. Zhao Huayuan heard a lot of long-lost dialects on this street. There were mothers calling their children home for dinner, and old ladies chatting with others. Zhao Huayuan even recognized several familiar voices from a young woman who lamented that her husband went out to play cards when he was away from home all the year round.

But in stark contrast to these ordinary voices, there was no one on the street.

Yes, only voices, no people.

It was the same when Zhao Huayuan passed near the back door of his own house. When Zhao Huayuan turned his head to look at the neighbor's kitchen, he did not see the figures of the cooks through the window glass. Some were blocked by smoke, some were blocked by trees, and some were simply The pot is there.

It is the same now, the voice of the mother calling for the child came from the living room of a family, she did not show up, and the old ladies were chatting behind the quilts hanging in the yard, and the young women were hiding Calling from behind the tree, no matter which angle Zhao Huayuan looked at, he could only see the woman's arm protruding from behind the tree.

In this situation, Zhao Huayuan roughly guessed that the master who created this illusion for him was not capable enough to create so many people, and the insignificant NPC only had a voice and no body.

The combination of lively sounds and the uninhabited streets shrouded in red mist has a strange apocalyptic feel.

Zhao Huayuan walked on such a street with the child on his back, walking towards the slowly rising concrete uphill with his memory.

His hometown is in a hilly area, unlike the Central Plains area like Yuqi, where even the main road rises and falls suddenly, like a piece of cloth being lifted high by someone, and some slopes are even so high that the motorcycle does not exert any effort. Just couldn't get there.

In Zhao Huayuan's memory, at the top of the slope, about 50 meters to the right is a small pharmacy, which is enough to prescribe medicine for the child behind him, but I don't know if anyone is there.

During the climb, the child flicked his legs lightly, and the arms on Zhao Huayuan's shoulders also tightened. "Are you awake?" Zhao Huayuan asked as he felt soft hair scratching his right cheek and chin.

The child didn't say anything for a while, Zhao Huayuan turned his head to look behind him, and found that the child was also looking at him with big black and white eyes, and almost touched noses with him.

"Zhao Huayuan." The child suddenly called out his name.

"Hmm." Zhao Huayuan was not surprised, and asked calmly, "How does your body feel? Is there any special pain?"

The child shook his head as an answer, and moved his eyes to the right: "Go and save your brother."

On the right side of the street they are on is the Outer Street, which is next to a big river. When crossing the river, you can see a large area of ​​farmland and vegetable fields and another river of the same size that crosses it. There is a dam at the confluence of the two rivers. It is said that Zhao Huayuan's younger brother fell into the water while playing on the dam.

Zhao Huayuan turned around following the child's instructions.

He has a natural fondness and trust for this child, not only because of his Xuanlong-like appearance, but close to instinct.

Even if reason tells him that it is unbelievable to meet anyone in this illusion, his body overrides his brain and acts first.

Bypassing a house with white tiles on the outside, Zhao Huayuan asked the child, "Who are you? How could you be beaten?"

"You know who I am." Xiao Xuanlong whispered in his ear, "Hurry up, is your leg broken?"

Zhao Huayuan was speechless, this was very similar to his life.

Looking up at the dome shrouded in red mist, I don't know how anxious Qisheng is outside.

Just thinking like this, I don't know if it was his illusion, the clouds in the sky trembled slightly, centered on the direction he was looking at, the cotton-like clouds swayed around, as if someone tapped in the water, The ripples swayed away the surrounding floating objects.

Xiao Xuanlong also looked towards the sky, his eyes were dark.

Did not expect to catch up so soon.

"Hurry up." He patted Zhao Huayuan's shoulder again to express his urging.

"Yes." The big and the small were all so domineering.

Carrying a child through this street, which is only about 300 meters long, is a wooden bridge with railings painted red and a roof. After crossing the bridge, you can reach the opposite side of the river. The location of the dam.

From Zhao Huayuan's current perspective, the crest of the half of the dam near the temple is just covered under the eaves.

Intuition told Zhao Huayuan that his brother was on the blocked half of the dam.

Zhao Huayuan walked down the bridge and walked a few steps on the red mud road, and as expected, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

However, his younger brother Zhao Huachao was not the only one on the dam, there was also a woman there, she was not a stranger, she was Zhao Huayuan's little lover who his father brought back and ran away from his house in embarrassment.

The woman had just escaped from Zhao Huayuan's house, but she turned her back in front of Zhao Huachao, and pulled Zhao Huachao fiercely, with the intention of throwing Zhao Huachao off the bridge.

Whether Zhao Huachao was young, he struggled with his arms and legs, pulled the woman's clothes and pulled the railing, but half of his body was still sent out of the railing.

While struggling, he saw his brother's figure, and immediately shouted desperately, asking his brother to save him.

"Kill that woman," this time it wasn't some words attached to the paper or wall, the instruction to kill was conveyed directly through the mouth of the child behind Zhao Huayuan: "Save your brother back."

Zhao Huayuan clenched his right hand a little bit, and he really felt a plastic-like thing with many horizontal protrusions on the surface.

He picked it up and saw that it was a yellow utility knife, the one he often used for painting in the past. The blade was pushed to the right position. Short can't do deep enough wounds.

And the moment Zhao Huayuan saw this well-timed murder weapon, Zhao Huayuan felt the blood boiled in his veins again from the two previous murders, and his hands, instigated by that impulse, couldn't wait to stab this utility knife into it. Flesh and blood.

Zhao Huachao shouted to him for help at the moment of life and death.

The child behind him told him that killing the woman would save his brother.

The knife in his hand looks so sharp, it must be indescribably fun to cut off the blood vessels.

And he has already killed two people, so it doesn't matter if he kills another one.

But at this critical juncture, Zhao Huayuan remained silent.

Instead, he turned his head and glanced at the child behind him.

The sky trembled slightly again, and Xiao Xuanlong noticed it, and became impatient with Zhao Huayuan: "Do you want to save your brother? It doesn't matter if he dies?"

As if matching his words, Zhao Huachao on the dam screamed like crazy: "Brother! Brother! Brother! Save me! Save me!"

Zhao Huayuan's leg was about to fly away, but was held firmly in place by the master's rationality.

During Zhao Huayuan's silence, Zhao Huachao was completely thrown out of the railing by the woman. Fortunately, he just grabbed a concrete pier with both hands. The water flow upstream of the dam was separated by the stone pier, and the turbulent white waves rushed on both sides of Zhao Huachao.

Zhao Huachao was on the verge of falling, like a leaf hanging on a dead branch in winter, it was about to be taken away by gravity, not to mention the woman on the top of the dam was still throwing things down, looking for a long stick to poke him down.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to see something, went down from the dam, walked to the small ditch near the farmland, and bent down to pick up something.

Most of a long bamboo stick protruded from the woman's back. Even if she didn't see the whole stick, she could have guessed that she should be able to stab Zhao Huachao into the river with this thing.

Seeing such a critical juncture, Xiao Xuanlong felt as if Zhao Huayuan had crashed, he didn't move at all, he didn't get angry, and kicked Zhao Huayuan's leg: "What are you hesitating about! You don't care about your brother?"

Zhao Huayuan finally made a move.

He squatted down and put Xiao Xuanlong on the ground.

Xiao Xuanlong thought that he was finally going to run two steps to save someone, but he didn't expect that after the other party put him down, he picked up the utility knife and slashed his arm severely.