Draw an NPC ID card at the beginning of the game [unlimited]

A red paint made simply from blood is smudged on the paper.

With the children's concentration on painting, they all painted their own little flowers near the end of get out of class time.

No matter what shape the flower is, after the color is applied, it becomes a human head flower with no skin and exposed muscle tissue.

The children looked at each other's works with satisfaction, and picked up their own paintings one after another, preparing for Hao Juncai standing on the podium to select the best painting.

Hao Juncai looked at the works of human head flowers that all became exactly the same, and really couldn't tell the difference between these paintings and copying and pasting.

Even Ruan Xiaoxiao, who was unwilling to hold up the drawing paper with other students, drew exactly the same flowers as the others.

Just as Hao Juncai was about to finish class after choosing a painting, he saw Xiaofeng, who had just finished painting, hold up his painting for the last time.

On the drawing paper held up high, the human head flower, which is several times more detailed than other people's stereotyped drawings, is sticking out its tongue lifelike.

If you don't look carefully, you almost think that the monster in the painting is about to crawl out and attack people.

Even though he only used a few simple painting materials, he was able to draw the muscle lines of the human head flower's face, the hideously split mouth, and the twisted direction of each bone...

There is a sense of killing and strong malice in the painting, which makes people have no doubt that this is a real monster, and it is definitely not a product fabricated by the painter.

Xiaofeng's powerful painting talent is fully displayed.

The identical human head flowers drawn by other people are not as special as the flowers in Xiaofeng's paintings, with a unique sense of agility.

Hao Juncai was startled for a moment by the painting that Xiaofeng raised, and after he realized it, he chose Xiaofeng's painting as the best of the day without hesitation.

This painting is really special.

After Hao Juncai decided that Xiaofeng's paintings are the most beautiful, even the classmates who usually look down on Xiaofeng the most are powerless to refute.

Their works are indeed not as good as Xiaofeng.

Finally made it to the end of get out of class.

Only then did Hao Juncai's tired heart relax a little.

He hasn't been so exhausted in the dungeon for a long time.

No, it should be said that Hao Juncai has never worried about things in the dungeon.

Hao Juncai just wants to go back to Room 402 and study his props quickly.

After class, he quickly slipped away with his two strong bodyguards.

The parents also left one after another with the children who had packed up the painting tools.

Xiaofeng tidied up very slowly, he carefully spread the drawing paper into his album, not wanting to make any creases.

He didn't finish packing until everyone except the Ruan brothers and sisters had left.

Qi Wuyuan sat in the back and didn't mean to urge Xiaofeng at all.

Ruan Xiaoxiao pretended to have a stomachache and unintentionally slowed down the speed of packing up. After everyone had left, she took the opportunity to turn around and talk to Xiaofeng.

"Hey, it's a good drawing this time."

In order to prevent collapse, Ruan Xiaoxiao's attitude towards Xiaofeng is not very good.

Suddenly hearing Ruan Xiaoxiao talk, even though her tone was tough, Xiaofeng was still flattered.

He curled up his fingers in embarrassment, lowered his head and dared not meet Ruan Xiaoxiao's eyes: "Well...thank you for the compliment."

Ruan Xiaoxiao curled her lips: "I can't praise you anymore, don't be too proud, just wait and see, this time you are a piece of trash, you are lucky, next time I can draw more than you in class, and I can draw the most beautiful painting."

Xiaofeng didn't dare to refute, but just blindly admitted: "Yes, you can definitely surpass me."

Ruan Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to act on this low self-esteem and submissive appearance.

please!She's been swearing at each other like this, why doesn't Xiaofeng stand up.

Come up with a little BOSS style, okay?

Ruan Xiaoxiao was already prepared for the boss to be angry and attacked after this trial, but what she got was Xiaofeng's repeated concessions.

Although she complained in her heart, Ruan Xiaoxiao still had a flash of thought in her eyes.

After all, it was tested.

Most of the secrets she needs to find between herself and Xiaofeng are related to school violence.

Her brother also happened to be Xiaofeng's head teacher.

The directivity after connecting in series is very obvious.

Ruan Xiaoxiao didn't notice that Xiaofeng, who was too tolerant of her complaints in her heart, secretly clenched his fists under the desk.

The dark red slime slowly crawled out from the shadow under the table. Just as Ruan Xiaoxiao was thinking, a drop of inconspicuous liquid jumped to the corner of her clothes, blurring into a small dark red dot.

Qi Wuyuan lowered his eyes, until the dark red droplets stained Ruan Xiaoxiao's clothes, he stood up and said, "Xiaofeng, are you ready?"

Hearing Qi Wuyuan's voice, all the unknown liquid in the dark faded away.

Xiaofeng carried his schoolbag and trotted towards Qi Wuyuan.

He didn't dare to hold Qi Wuyuan's hand, only dared to gently grab the corner of his clothes and said crisply: "It's all packed, brother."

Qi Wuyuan nodded: "Go home."

He had already ordered takeaway for lunch.

The food delivery address is still the fourth building and the third unit.

Even this time Qi Wuyuan set the address at the studio.

Qi Wuyuan had long since discovered that he had a large deposit in his mobile phone, but 30 of it was stored in an unused card, which was useless.

He is not interested in the 30 yuan, and the daily cost of ordering takeout is still normal, and all he spends is the savings in his commonly used card.

I didn't feel how perfunctory my behavior of taking out the baby was.

However, Xiaofeng still eats this set.

Xiaofeng has never eaten such a delicious thing.

Xiaofeng dislikes the word "go home".

But this word came out of Qi Wuyuan's mouth, he still couldn't help but think about the meal, and let go of what Qi Wuyuan said.

Qi Wuyuan held Xiaofeng's hand as soon as he walked out of the gate of Unit [-], he bumped into the little brother who delivered food to him.

The delivery guy handed over the lunch to Qi Wuyuan.

In a hurry, he got on the battery car and left, but he still couldn't help muttering in a low voice on the way: "This little boy's face is a bit strange."

He took his takeaway with his right hand, while his left hand was still held up as if holding a ball of air.

It's weird to think so.

After Qi Wuyuan left with Xiaofeng, the Ruan brothers and sisters also left the classroom.

Following the attitude of probing until the end, Ruan Li and Ruan Xiaoxiao did not go back with Qi Wuyuan and the others in the name of going along the way.

The two were going to leave the community and go to the middle school where Xiaofeng and Ruan Xiaoxiao were studying.

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Qi Wuyuan and Xiaofeng returned to Room 404.

The noon time passed without any surprise.

Qi Wuyuan flipped through all the newspapers in the living room, and Xiaofeng sat beside him quietly doing his homework.

In the evening, Qi Wuyuan was cooking dumplings in the kitchen.

He still went downstairs to the convenience store to buy some instant food and came back, giving up Dun Dun's life of relying on takeaway.

After all, it was too troublesome for a lazy person like him to go to Unit [-] to get takeout.

Just as Qi Wuyuan took out half a stick of incense and was about to light it, there was a regular knock on the door outside the house.

He walked to the porch before Xiaofeng and opened the door. What he saw was Xie Xing standing at the door with a sunny smiling face.

Xie Xing changed into a set of home clothes, and he greeted Qi Wuyuan with a smile: "Good afternoon, my only one-way friend."

"I wonder if I can share some food with my one-way friends?"

He raised his hand and shook the two insulation boxes he was carrying, obviously he was fully prepared for the visit.

Qi Wuyuan turned his head and said to Xiaofeng naturally: "A neighbor is here as a guest."

Xiaofeng was stunned: "Huh?"

Qi Wuyuan is not the owner of this house, so he asked Xiaofeng, the real owner of the house: "So do you think neighbors can come in as guests?"

It was the first time for Xiaofeng to receive this kind of respect, and he said with a slightly trembling voice, "Yes, yes."

The dark red liquid that was dormant in the dark and almost reacted to stress came down again.

An idea that was originally impossible to realize slowly surged up in Xiaofeng's mind.

Brother A Yuan... Maybe he really is the brother of the school doctor.

Qi Wuyuan made his relationship with Xie Xing very clear, and the two were only temporary neighbors.

He's not interested in his psycho killer neighbor.

The metamorphosis is so ordinary that I don't even bother to pay extra attention to it.

Xie Xing didn't make any cover up in front of him at all.

Qi Wuyuan ignored the lingering faint smell of blood on Xie Xing's body, and led Xie Xing into the living room.

After Xie Xing saw Xiaofeng sitting at the table, he waved to him familiarly: "Good afternoon, Xiaofeng."

He was not at all curious about the unmoving chopsticks and food in front of Xiaofeng, and when he saw Xiaofeng inhaling the smoke curling up from half of the long incense stick, he didn't think this scene was strange either.

Xie Xing's only reaction to this was: "It seems that I didn't come by coincidence, you just finished eating?"

Xiaofeng ate his own incense and completely ignored him, and finally Qi Wuyuan nodded lightly.

Xie Xing was not too embarrassed, he put the thermos box he brought over on the dining table, and said familiarly: "I'll invite A Yuan to try my new dishes."

"Xiaofeng has eaten my cooking before and thought it was delicious."

What Xie Xing said to Xiaofeng had a deep meaning of ignorance: "But this time he seems to be unable to eat it. If there is a chance, I will bring it to Xiaofeng next time."

Xie Xing was talking, but Xiaofeng's attitude towards him was very cold, and he didn't show the inner timidity he showed in front of other people.

He is not afraid of Xie Xing at all.

Xie Xing didn't care about Xiaofeng's special attitude towards him.

He stared straight at Qi Wuyuan who was sitting on the sofa and didn't plan to come to the dining table with a pair of deep eyes, silently invited Qi Wuyuan, the longing in his eyes was about to overflow.

Xie Xing's wretched and pitiful appearance looks very similar to his Samoyed.

Qi Wuyuan was already full and didn't want to go there.

By the time he realized it, he had already walked to the dining table.

I made a mistake, and forgot that I was a plush fan.

Seeing Qi Wuyuan coming, Xie Xing happily opened the crisper.

Qi Wuyuan doesn't eat much, and he has picky tastes.

He is more tolerant of heavily seasoned dishes, but he will not touch any light food that is not cooked well.

In the two fresh-keeping boxes, one contains the pork rib soup that has been stewed in a white and rich sauce, and the other is a braised beef that looks delicious in color and fragrance.

Dots of chopped green onion are adorned on the dishes, and both dishes make people's appetite burst.

Qi Wuyuan didn't expect Xie Xing's cooking to look like that.

Xie Xing said to Qi Wuyuan gently: "Try it?"

There was unconscious anticipation in his expression.

Qi Wuyuan silently picked up the chopsticks Xie Xing handed him, and picked up a piece of beef.

Well, it is indeed beef.

The taste is not bad.

Qi Wuyuan picked up a few more chopsticks, and definitely understood Xing's cooking skills with actions.

The smile on Xie Xing's face became deeper and deeper: "Try another one?"

It was a soup that he had cooked for several hours, and it was more hearty than braised beef.

After hearing Xie Xing's words, Qi Wuyuan put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, and said bluntly, "I'm a picky eater."

He doesn't drink bone broth.

Although people who are not picky eaters will not drink this stuff.

It is difficult for normal people to tell the difference between chopped human bones and other animal ribs.

Qi Wuyuan happened to find the detailed identification method in the forbidden book at home.

When he was making Yuyu, Yuyu's body was supposed to be made of human bones, but Qi Wuyuan stubbornly used a dead cheetah bone to transform it into the shape of a human bone.

During that time, Qi Wuyuan's mind was filled with the difference between human bones and other animal bones.

With such a foundation, Qi Wuyuan could see the tricks hidden in this pork rib soup at a glance.

Xie Xing didn't force it, he just said regretfully: "Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

This time Qi Wuyuan didn't even look at him, and went back to reading the newspaper on the sofa.

Xiaofeng silently packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Seeing that Qi Wuyuan didn't eat this set, Xie Xing didn't take care of the crisper anymore, and he followed suit on the sofa.

Seeing that Qi Wuyuan had been flipping through the newspapers and didn't want to talk to him, Xie Xing found a topic to talk to: "Let me tell you a story."

Before Qi Wuyuan could respond, he had already begun to speak.

"Once upon a time there was a good guy who was transferred to work in a place full of bad guys."

Qi Wuyuan stopped flipping through the newspaper, put the newspaper on his knees, tilted his head and looked at Xie Xing: "And then?"

Seeing that Qi Wuyuan took care of him, Xie Xing continued, "Then—"

"Good people die."

"I died because I helped others."

Xie Xing had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

He hid his warning in a relaxed and joyful tone when telling the story, and told Qi Wuyuan together.

"Among the bad guys, the good guys who want to help others too much become the stupid ones who can step on anyone."

"Then soon the fool will be burdened with a lot of unwarranted stains, more and more stains, and finally a 'boom'—"

Xie Xing's right hand was slightly clenched into a fist, and in line with what he said, the palm of his hand spread out instantly.

"The fool's brain is blown to pieces."

After Xie Xing finished speaking, he felt that the story was really funny, and before Qi Wuyuan could react, he couldn't hold back his tears from laughing.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, continued to smile and said to Qi Wuyuan: "How about it, isn't this story very funny?"

"It's so funny, how can there be such a stupid person."

After Xie Xing's smile calmed down, Qi Wuyuan asked him a question: "So did flowers bloom in the head, or was it blown to pieces in a physical sense?"

Qi Wuyuan looked at Xie Xing suspiciously, not deliberately finding fault, he was really curious about this question.

This question is important.

Xie Xing did not expect Qi Wuyuan's reaction to be so unreasonable.

Qi Wuyuan's strange focus made Xie Xing's interest in him even stronger.

He looked at the young man sitting on the sofa, greedily described Qi Wuyuan's appearance bit by bit with his eyes, and engraved it deeply in his mind.

Xie Xing sneered: "Of course it's the physical kind of brain death."

"It's just that if it's A Yuan..." Xie Xing continued, "I think if A Yuan is such a good person, you won't become a fool in the end."

Before Qi Wuyuan could speak, he refuted himself: "Forget it, forget it, what am I talking about, this is just a little story I made up."

He looked at Qi Wuyuan and directly changed the subject: "How could Ah Yuan think that there would be such a thing as flowers growing out of his brain? This is not a fairy tale world."

So cute.

Xie Xing did not get any response from Qi Wuyuan.

Qi Wuyuan stopped chatting with Xie Xing in accordance with what Xie Xing said, and began to politely see off the guests after getting the answer he wanted.

The merciless appearance made Xie Xing feel a little bit of frustration in his heart.

Yu Bei walked out of the entrance with the insulation box, and saw the security door of Room 404 being quickly closed by Xiaofeng.

He attributed his frustration to the problem caused by the huge difference in Qi Wuyuan's attitude towards him in the two dungeons.

Tsk, this strange pride.

Yu Bei casually threw the pork rib soup in his hand into the trash can with disgust.

----

Tonight is a very peaceful night for Qi Wuyuan.

The human head flower he was expecting did not appear.

Leatherface in the window also stopped its needless knocking on the window.

Not even the unknown humidity that woke him up the first night and kept him awake.

This made Qi Wuyuan, who was ready to consume physical strength, very disappointed.

He also wanted to try the changes in his physical fitness after living several hundred days longer.

This caused Qi Wuyuan to wake up in the morning to take a shower, and saw the mirror in the bathroom that had not been restored to its original state after being smashed by him, so he couldn't help but say something.

"Disappointing."

After Qi Wuyuan finished speaking, he shook his head slightly, and there was even a slight sigh in his final tone.

Courtesy Mirror: Are you?

It feels rejected.

Leaving aside the glass heart of the broken mirror.

After Qi Wuyuan finished washing, he walked out of the bedroom and was about to go to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a small dumpling curled up on the sofa.

Xiaofeng, who had gone back to the room to sleep the night before, hugged himself into a ball and slept on the sofa all night in this uncomfortable position.

It can be seen that the sleeping Xiaofeng is very attached to the sofa, even far more than the bed.

Qi Wuyuan walked over to wake him up, but paused when he saw Xiaofeng's appearance.

Because of the sleeping position, a small part of the shoulders and stomach are exposed from the wide pajamas.

It's not just that Xiaofeng's neck and shoulders, which are not easy to see, have more and more tragic scars than yesterday.

Qi Wuyuan also saw four or five tacks pierced into the skin on his stomach.

There were also three scabbed bloodstains on the arm with the utility knife.

The copy enters the third day.

The wounds on Xiaofeng's body became more and more.

Qi Wuyuan didn't try to treat Xiaofeng.

It's beyond cure.

Xiaofeng is a ghost.

He is gradually returning to the appearance he had when he died.

Qi Wuyuan didn't wake Xiaofeng up, and planned to let Xiaofeng sleep for a while.

He returned to the bedroom without making any noise that might wake Xiaofeng up.

Qi Wuyuan turned on the phone silently.

As expected, several sentences were updated in the memo.

[You can only free him by killing Xiaofeng. ]

[I beg you, can you save him. ]

[You are his guardian, you must not let Xiaofeng kill people who have no secrets. ]

[Supplement: People who are confirmed to have secrets can be killed. ]

Qi Wuyuan lowered his eyes and read the words in the memo one by one.

He got it.

This is a revenge story.

But at the same time, it is also a story that absolutely cannot take revenge on the innocent.

Qi Wuyuan stroked the black font on the screen with his thumb.

I have an idea in my heart.

Qi Wuyuan was thinking about something when he suddenly heard a series of high decibel screams.

The old tube building is not very soundproof, even if he is sitting in the bedroom of Room 404, he still hears the sound outside the door.

This series of terrified screams sounded like Hao Juncai's voice.

All the other three households on the fourth floor heard Hao Juncai's voice, including room 401, which had a soundproof wall installed.

Qi Wuyuan walked out of the bedroom quickly, saw Xiaofeng rubbing his eyes after being woken up, feeling uncomfortable and confused, and sat up from the sofa with his arms stretched out.

Qi Wuyuan's voice softened unconsciously, and he gently patted Xiaofeng's head: "It's okay, go to sleep."

There was unprecedented tenderness in the voice.

After Xiaofeng lay down again, Qi Wuyuan opened the anti-theft door and walked out.

As soon as he entered the corridor, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Something happened to Room 402.