Interaction rules for sick girls

"See, these are all hallucinations. Otherwise, how could I have the memory of those neat rooms and even be able to restore them exactly the same?"

The villain flew back and forth angrily without saying a word.

This action made me more and more certain that this was a dream. A few days ago, I had similar nightmares every night, with big and scary eyeballs, pushing and noisy fighting sounds, and the sound of creepy crying.

I dream about this every night.

After tidying up the room, I stared out the window for a while. The world around me seemed to become quiet along with my mood, so quiet that it seemed unreal.

Yes, it is a dream after all. It is normal for things controlled by your own brain to do whatever you want.

I walked towards the door, and I didn't know when the door lock broke down. I clearly remembered that the lock was performing its function well, protecting the peace of the room and preventing anyone or anything from entering without my consent.

But now it was leaning against the door all by itself, with the shiny black whistle no longer able to aim at the hole.

I felt a sense of loss for no apparent reason and pushed the door. It creaked like an old man who was about to die, stretching his last muscles and bones, exuding his last vitality. The creaking sound seemed to add color to the world, making it come alive.

The sound of water dripping into the porcelain jar, the ticking of minutes passing through the gears, the whistling of wind blowing through the windows, all of these broke into my eardrums one by one, as if the unreasonable world was suddenly taking action to fix a bug.

What caught my eye was the messy scene in the living room, the overturned table, the broken dishes, and the soil from the potted plants mixed with glass shards, giving the room a grey color.

Lying on the dirty floor were some foods that were no longer recognizable from their original state. Black juice was oozing out from the food due to being trampled and compressed by people. A foul odor could be smelled from afar, and within that odor there was a faint smell of rust, a smell that came from a red liquid.

I looked around and there was no one in the living room.

"Ha ha ha, see, this is the home you like, the home you usually rush back to excitedly when you get home!"

The little man suddenly disappeared and then suddenly reappeared, flying around the entire living room, sometimes making a disgusted expression at the food on the ground, and sometimes laughing at a photo with a broken frame.

That is a photo of my family of three.

"Well, this is such a messy house. If you are capable, why don't you try to restore it to its original state?"

It held up its hands arrogantly, then flew back to its side, mocking the figure standing there in a daze.

I ignored it. Seeing such a messy living room, I no longer had any desire to clean it up. The physical exhaustion made me breathe slightly, and the gas I exhaled turned into a faint white mist visible to the naked eye in the slightly cold night.

Who made this happen?

While my brain was still thinking, my body involuntarily walked towards a room. It was a storage room. When I opened it, I saw things piled up in a mess. Useful, useless, leftover, extra, newly bought, and always there were all piled in there.

In the corner, there was a creature curled up in a ball, seemingly fast asleep, just like an injured animal curled up together licking its wound, with scars of varying sizes remaining on its body.

I will tentatively call this creature mother.

I closed the door, and there seemed to be no extra emotions in my heart. I even felt a little sleepy. It was a very novel thing to feel sleepy in a dream.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small black metallic object. The tiny object emitted a menacing light in the darkness.

Huh? Why do I have this in my pocket?

Why did my body involuntarily walk towards another room regardless of my brain's orders?

Stop! Stop it! I said stop it!!!

My brain was roaring, but the room was as quiet as a dream.

Finally, I unlocked the other door and walked in.

The influence of Jianzhang's death is his life

I couldn't control my own body and could only watch it take actions that were inconsistent with my brain's instructions.

What happened?

Losing consciousness?

Is your brain broken?

Was he turned into a puppet by someone?

Possibilities one after another came to my mind, but my eyes were always fixed in another direction.

This is the master bedroom of this house. It seems that I have sensed the main thoughts of this body, its purpose, its actions, and its reasons, causing the white paste in my mind to tremble.

No, I don't. I know what kind of person I am...

Being selfish...cowardly...humble...vulgar...being unable to do anything is the norm in life. I know my abilities. Incompetent...ordinary...boring...useless...a bunch of negative buffs are superimposed on me, which makes me feel inferior all the time.

I envy others’ achievements, others’ looks, others’ conversation and temperament, and others’ friends. I envy everything, but I can’t learn anything.

Mud can't support the wall.

It seemed as if someone had vaguely said these words to me. I moved closer to the room and opened the locked door with the key. An instant foul smell rushed into my nose. It was the smell of clothes that had not been washed for several days and were exposed to the air. Incredibly, my body seemed to have no reaction to this nauseating smell.

I know my personality. I like to keep to myself and don't want to put myself in even the slightest danger.

After all, being beaten is terrifying. A big fist will land on you, irritate your skin, and then transmit the energy to your brain through the peripheral nervous system.

It hurts...it’s scary...that feeling of being unable to resist...and having to let others get rid of it seems to have become the master of this world, and I have become a puppet in front of this power.

I touched the corner of my mouth, and there seemed to be some blood seeping out, but it could be an illusion, or there could be nothing, but...

It hurts...

There was a figure lying in the room, snoring loudly. Even in the messy environment of the room, the other person could sleep very peacefully.

Yes, the person in front of me is very familiar to me. The figure that I have been familiar with for more than ten years has become blurred in front of my eyes. It seems that the figures in front of me are not people, but monsters that are about to rot.

Yes, what I fear most is monsters. I always hope that a real Ultraman can come to my side to protect me, cherish me, and care about me.

However, he, the only one with light, accidentally said during a conversation that this world is a warehouse and one can only rely on oneself for everything.

People can only save themselves.

I stood in front of the sleeping figure, holding the stun gun in my hand, unable to move for a long time like a ghost.

How much time has passed?

Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? One hour or two hours?

Miraculously, my body did not feel any discomfort. After all, it was a dream. People in dreams are omnipotent. Even if they stand in the same place for ten or twenty hours, their feet will not go numb.

The chirping little man flew over again, passing through one obstacle after another, looking at himself in a daze, and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Ah? What's wrong? Are you cowardly? Are you scared? Are you shrinking from facing your father who has been your father for many years?"

It chirped, standing on the sleeping figure's nose and stamping slightly.

"That's true, after all. Don't I know you? You were beaten up when you were little, so when you saw this figure, did your body go limp? Did your legs tremble? Did the muscles between your bladder become uncontrollable?"

"Just accept the reality. You are just a waste, a person who can't do anything and only knows how to eat for free. You are just a pathetic person who forgot who you are because you were so complacent for a little while!"

The villain flew in front of him and said with a smile.

"Ah? What's wrong? Are you not convinced after being scolded? Who are you showing this distorted expression to? Him? It's so funny. If he sees your expression, he will immediately turn around and leave, not bothering to pay attention to you, a useless little waste who knows nothing."

The little man flew around arrogantly in front of my eyes, and soon the whole room was filled with its figure.

"Ah? Not talking anymore? Crying because of being scolded? That's right, you just cry when something happens, hehe..."

"Shut up."

"Oh, you still have a temper? What's wrong? You can't even say a few words to me. Why don't you take out your temper on other people? You're just bullying yourself at home?"

"I said shut up..."

"cut......"

The villain is dismissive.

"Shut up!!!"

The loud volume echoed in the room, vibrating the entire air in the house.

The figure sleeping on the bed was suddenly awakened by the burst of gunfire. After looking around in a daze, he saw a figure who walked to his window like a plague god.

He flew into a rage and slapped him in the face.

"You are playing tricks like a bitch in the middle of the night. You didn't realize that I made a mistake in giving birth to a money-loser like you!"

"Just standing here makes my eyes dirty. You are just like that woman. You are just a waste who eats nothing every day. You are not even as good as the shit on the roadside..."

The eardrum vibrating from the following speech could no longer receive any information, and the deafening tinnitus echoed throughout the brain.

What are you thinking about? Sad? Angry? Aggrieved? Scared?

These emotions seemed to be absent in my empty head. After all, how could I be afraid in a dream? I might as well worry about whether he would dislike me if I went to see him tomorrow in this state...

The man who was woken up from his sleep started cursing loudly, as if this was not enough. He was about to roll up his sleeves and beat the guy up as usual to vent his anger. After another slap, he felt refreshed. Then he felt that the girl in front of him was pressing something against his waist. When he looked down, he saw a black, electric thing starting to crackle.

I pressed the switch with a blank expression on my face. Should I have a blank expression on my face?

I touched my face and somehow a curve appeared at the corner of my mouth.

Just in case, I once again pointed the stun gun at the figure lying on the ground.

One...two...ten...twenty...

I don’t remember the exact number of times, but I didn’t die anyway. It was just a dream after all.

I took out handcuffs and shackles from my room, which I got from somewhere, and fastened the figure to the bed. Then I took out a knife from my body and cut the man's wrists and ankles.

In an instant, it seemed as if some warm liquid was spilled on my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the corner of my mouth. It tasted sour and sweet.

How strange!

But it was just a dream after all, there was nothing I could do...

He took out the medical kit from the bedroom and simply stopped the bleeding for the figure in the room. The mother who heard the noise rushed over, covered her mouth deeply and collapsed on the ground.

I curled my lips.

“Hehe…Hehe”

I made a strange sound from my mouth and walked towards the bathroom. Looking at my shabby self in the mirror, I smiled again. The little man next to me was flying around me again.

I turned on the light, and with the help of the light, I finally saw the appearance of the little man.

Ah! That's my face!

A dazzling sunlight shone, and I looked at the house in front of me. Vehicles and pedestrians passed by from time to time.

I woke up from my dream.

Chapter 251 Waves

Xia Xiu arrived at the door, and for some reason he felt a little upset.

Then he shook his head again. What's the big deal? Hasn't Xia seen all kinds of storms?

After opening the door, I found that the person knocking was indeed Fan Yanke. The girl was standing at the door.

"Xia Xiu, I'm here to play with you!"

Xia Xiu smiled and leaned against the door frame.

"Why are you in the mood to come and play with me today? Or are you skipping class again at this time?"

The girl shook her head, reminding him of a rattle he played with when he was a child. The frequency of shaking was almost the same as hers. Especially today, she let down her high ponytail, which was rare, and tied it into two ponytails on both sides. As her head swayed, the tails kept sweeping in front of his face.

Well, it just makes Xia feel like grabbing it and using it as a steering wheel.

"What are you thinking about, Xia Xiu? Are you bored and dazed at home? Today is the weekend. Did you see that bad student going to school on the weekend?"

It seems that he has admitted without any hesitation that he is a bad student.

"Yes, I was really busy and forgot."

He touched his head awkwardly and smiled.

"Xia Xiu, why are you blocking the door? How about I go in? Could it be that you have a little sister hidden like in the TV dramas and novels? A beautiful lady hidden in a golden house?"

The girl stretched her head, as if she wanted to look inside over Xia Xiu's body.

Xia Xiu knocked on the head of the girl who was just daydreaming, and moved away.

"What are you thinking about? I just have a friend visiting me today."

Of course, he was not blocking the door out of guilt, it was just a subconscious action. Anyway, she was in front of him, she knew it. She must have seen the scene where Jiang Yuyan hugged him tightly because the puppy was frightened.