monster guardian

Garcia suppressed his smile, and his brows and eyes sank again: "You follow your teacher all year round, so you can't make friends? We are so similar, then we can be friends."

That's what he said, but he couldn't see any happiness.

Mushui responded: "...ah."

Is there only this meaning in his words?

Mushui blinked, and then said: "Well, if there is a chance, yes."

He didn't say it all at once.

What if he promised to be friends, and he fell under some kind of curse and had to die on the spot?

He remembered that there seemed to be such plots in some classic horror movies.

Mushui immediately took the initiative to change the topic: "Who are they?"

"Ok?"

"You said, there are always people around you who hope you will not die, so they sent you here. Who are they? They are not relatives, nor friends. Are they bad people?" Mushui slightly approached him, lowered his voice, sounding innocent The taste of innocence.

"That's right," Garcia said.

Is it?

Judging by the words and tone of his chats, he was in a completely negative state.

He doesn't care whether the outside world treats him well or badly.

Mushui felt that to a large extent, he might have encountered another mental illness.If it's not a psycho, it must be a monster.

Mushui looked at Garcia seriously, and asked, "Can I hug you?"

He hugged Qi Xinghan and Shen Maojia.

There's nothing a hug can't fix!Touch the back, touch the head, and always find a strange place!

Mushui, who already had a lot of experience about this, thought of it.

There was a subtle change in Garcia's tone, and he said slowly, "You want to hug me?"

Mushui chose a trick, he avoided the reason for the hug, and threw the question back: "Is it not possible?" He spoke softly, then tilted his head slightly to look at Garcia, his eyes were like water, making people unable to produce A little disgust, and even an illusion of being comforted unconsciously.

Garcia opened his arms towards Mushui.

While hugging him, Mushui murmured in a low voice: "I feel a little cold, what do you think?"

Mushui had a pure and innocent expression on his face, if he said something like this on another occasion, with another face, it would be tantamount to teasing.Show off.It happened to come out of his mouth, and there was nothing wrong with it.Low-level meaning.

Garcia: "I can't feel it, my perception of the outside world is relatively weak."

"Ah." Mushui Xin said, that's really great!

How easy it is to touch!

Mushui hugged Garcia vigorously, and quickly touched down along the back first.The hospital gown on Garcia's body is thin and easy to handle.He even felt the bones under the thin skin of others clearly.

Nothing else.

Garcia's back structure is the same as that of ordinary people.

What about the ass?

Shen Maojia's tail grew on his buttocks.

Mushui slid further down, Garcia grabbed his hand suddenly, Garcia raised his eyes to stare at Mushui with deep eyes: "Unfortunately, the perception of the outside world here will be more sensitive."

Mushui blinked in a dazed manner, but raised his hand in a kind manner, pretending that nothing happened: "Garcia, is your hair dyed?"

Garcia was very understanding at the moment, he asked: "It's natural, do you want to touch it?"

Mushui nodded, and stretched out his hand cautiously.

He grabbed the dark green hair, rubbed it, and then gently pressed his fingertips over the opponent's head.No extra ears, no extra horns, nothing grotesque.

Garcia slowly closed his eyes.

Until Mushui withdrew his fingers and said in a low voice, "The hair is so soft and the color is so beautiful."

His tone was sincere.

Garcia opened his eyes, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank you."

Mushui's only way to detect monsters has lost its effectiveness.

Mushui had no choice but to give up.

He looked down at his phone: "It's coming soon."

It is now 3:58, only one hour and two minutes away from 5:[-] am.

After the intermission, Mushui led Garcia to fight "Plants vs. Zombies" for a while. The two players came and went, and when it was close to five o'clock, they did not see any improvement in tactical skills.

Mushui turned off the game and stared at the phone screen.

But just keeping an eye on the time won't help.He still had to keep an eye on the changes around him... In this way, Mushui felt that his eyes were not enough, and his heartbeat rarely even increased, and he felt powerless.

58 points.

59 points.

5: 00.

Everything froze for a moment, and then the numbers on the phone changed rapidly.

All the electronic components of the watch seemed to be affected by a force. Mushui grabbed Garcia's wrist and looked at his watch.Garcia's watch has also changed, and the hour hand has returned to nine o'clock again.

It was quiet all around.

Not even a little wind came in outside the window, and there was a dead silence in the dark night.

This feeling of powerlessness, not being able to find where the danger comes from, let alone a way to escape, makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Mushui stood up and checked around in the ward.

Not a single place has changed, not even in a small way.

Mushui looked at Garcia: "Did you find anything just now?"

Garcia shook his head, not seeming to care.

In this space, apart from the mixed-race young man in front of him who put life and death aside, the rest are a group of people who can't wake up from shouting.

If only I had a little ability.

Even if it's just a little bit of whatever you want...

"Are you hungry?" Garcia's voice sounded, breaking the silence in the space.

It has been several hours since the last time I ate biscuits, and Mushui didn't eat much last time.As soon as Garcia reminded him at this moment, Mushui felt very clear hunger.

Mushui nodded.

Garcia pushed the tin box in front of him.

Mushui ate the biscuit skillfully. Halfway through the meal, he paused and couldn't help but ask, "Are the biscuits enough for the two of us?"

"Enough." Garcia said as he stood up and opened the closet door.

It was full of many tin boxes.

Mushui: "..."

"The water..."

Garcia looked at the dim light above his head and said, "In this space, water and electricity are in infinite supply."

Mushui ate the biscuit in his hand and licked his lips: "It's not an infinite supply, because even if we are trapped in this time period, the water and electricity we use are still connected to reality. If the real world loses power, this space will There will be power outages as well, water will be cut off in the real world, and water will be cut off here.”

"Because it's just according to the space rules of infinite supply, then the eaten biscuits should reappear. But in fact they won't." Mushui said here, pointing to the biscuit box that has become less.

Garcia: "Yeah."

Mushui said in a low voice: "...How can I say that there are no details that can be obtained? There are evidences everywhere."

Garcia heard the words and set his eyes on him.

"The ward, the hospital, and the street scene outside are all exactly the same as the real world. This is very frightening, as if overnight, everyone around me died and disappeared, leaving only an empty shell of the world. But looking at it from another angle, this shows that this space where time is stagnant can only be based on the real world and built on top of the real world. The connection between this space and reality should be the breakthrough.” Mushui’s His tone was still soft, he said and looked around.

"Then... what is this key item?" After Mushui looked around, his eyes fell on Garcia: "Is it you? You are the only one who is still awake besides me."

Garcia opened his mouth.

Mushui shook his head immediately: "It's not you. If it was you, you should avoid me. Why do you still contact me? Could it be that the person who trapped me in this space just wanted to be with me Say a few words?"

"According to normal logic, this key item should try to pretend to be the same as the real world, but it is actually something that is incompatible with the real world..."

While Mushui was talking, he frowned first: "Wait a little longer, you won't see the problem once, but after two or three times, something will become obvious."

After Mushui finished speaking, he handed the biscuit box to Garcia: "Don't you want to eat some? You are too thin."

Garcia suddenly remembered the feeling of how Mushui quickly stroked his back when he hugged him.

The expression on Garcia's face changed slightly again.

He bowed his head silently and ate two biscuits.

His movements seemed a little rusty, as if he hadn't eaten or chewed for a long time.

It turned out that he really didn't feel hungry.

Mushui quietly made a conclusion in his heart.

An idea gradually formed in Mushui's mind.

He grabbed two small biscuits and continued to eat them.

"It's not bad to have water, electricity, food, and play games." Mushui smacked his lips: "Wait slowly."

His expression suddenly relaxed.

"Yeah." Garcia replied.

"But..." Mushui suddenly said, "Will they die if they sleep like this?"

Mushui pointed to the nurse behind the curtain and said: "Or, this is not a real person, but just a human figure copied by the space, and put here as a decoration, in order to restore the real scene?"

Garcia: "...Maybe."

Mushui stood up, walked to the window, looked at the quiet street outside, and murmured: "But even so, I still hope that Kang Ye can wake up, or simply disappear from this space. In this way, he will Here, it should be fine."

Kang Ye stinks a little bit.

But I still hope he can live well.

Garcia asked, "Is he your friend?"

"No." Mushui said without looking back, "I told you, I also have no friends."

The corner of Garcia's mouth ticked upwards stiffly, and he said, "Oh, you can treat someone who is not a friend so well."

"Because he was nice to me." Mushui thought for a while, and added: "He also gave me a lot of presents."

"What?" Garcia asked.

He glanced at the tin box.

Does something like this count?

Although Mushui didn't want to be courted by a bird, he still said in a down-to-earth way: "It's a very precious thing. Well... it's probably like the most beautiful and precious pinch of feathers on a male peacock for courtship,... so precious s things."

Garcia's eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "Oh, that's it."

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