69novels Chapter 206
Chapter 206
Zero escaped in the end.
The BOSS, who was used to emptying himself, was suddenly aroused a little bit, but this seemed to be a little familiar emotion was too far away from him, even if he reacted, he couldn't get it back for a while.
His love for him has firmly gained the upper hand, and the inexplicable desire to destroy only flickered for a moment, and then disappeared silently. The rule of "a red ginger sandwich equals ninety thousand dollars in debt" in another world is here. Also does not exist.
It's over, and the boss doesn't feel anything about it—at least he has no extra thoughts at this time, and believes that this time is purely an accident, and there will be no similar weird reactions in the future.
Ignoring the disintegrated sandwich, he stopped chewing the bite stuck in his mouth and swallowed it like a pill.
Did not choke.
Really not angry or beating zero with a sandwich.
The four people on the opposite side stared at him intently, not letting go of the slight change in his face, and were disappointed when they found out that he had swallowed red ginger raw with no expression on his face—no, they didn't have bad intentions, it was just someone who followed the trend The plan unfortunately fell through, and I am a little bit regretful.
This is their plan of action specially discussed based on their experience of provoking... ahem, living in harmony with Qian Mu in their hometown.
In the words of police officer Hagiwara, the mental condition of Xiaoqianmu in this world is not much better than that of Zero. Zero is stupid.
This is not good, and special measures must be taken for "treatment".
"The power of bondage is to be used at this critical moment."
"Although there is a bit of suspicion of self-promotion, he must have become like this because he forgot all his friends. We are all here, how can we just ignore the lifeless Zero and Qianmu!"
"That's right, isn't the purpose of him throwing us here for healing? Healing one is healing, and treating two is also healing. There is no difference at all."
"Actually, the difference is quite big. We can just talk about the treatment, and the treatment of Qianmu... No, it has nothing to do with the treatment. It is obvious that you are rushing to make him mad, right?"
The only reliable squad leader was a little hesitant at first out of humanitarian concern for the physical and mental health of his best friends in the parallel world, but his friends convinced him with a very deceptive theory.
"Just look at this little Qianmu who doesn't seem very smart, can he be angry with us in a few clicks? Yes, as we have seen before, our zero over there covered him with anger. Looks like he's out of breath."
"Probably, it's a little difficult..."
"Is Qian Mu who is dull and not smart looking normal, or Qian Mu who is full of vitality is more normal?"
"In terms of scoring, there are Qianmu who is not active but stares at us with a smile, and there is someone who beats us on the ground without saying a word... Well! It's more normal than this one who is not very smart!"
"That's it! We are not the same as Zero when he died and couldn't recognize Qianmu. The fundamental purpose is to arouse his vitality, and the second is to restore his sobriety. His state of ignoring anyone but Ling is very difficult. It’s inconvenient to communicate, we can’t always get stuck in the first step, we can’t go deep into the root cause at all, so let’s just be a passerby npc on the side.”
Well, the conscience at the end is flying fast.
After some plotting, they decided to sacrifice Ling with pain first, and use the red ginger that Qianmu never said clearly, but everyone knows that he hates the most in his life, to test a little. Even if Ling will be beaten after being exposed, "Qianmu" will treat him meticulously Even if they receive morbid care, they will not be beaten to the point of being unable to get up.
In the end, the prediction was wrong, and the mere red ginger shreds could not touch the mood of "Qian Mu", and only one sandwich was lost in total... Sigh, we have to make persistent efforts.
The group of four quietly looked at each other with regret, one of them was inattentive, and at the same time remembered the burn on the palm of "Qianmu".
The tragic image of Yuan Qianmu in their hearts had just faded a little due to the destruction of the black organization, but unexpectedly, it happened again in a blink of an eye.
First there was a crack, then a terminal illness, and now there are horrible burns that I don't know how to get out... Yuan Qianmu, Yuan Qianmu, how many injuries have they suffered in places they don't know?Has your smiling mutant riddle cat been scalded too?
Thinking about it again, my hometown is happy ending anyway, and this place is even worse. I don't know if "Qianmu" has got rid of his perverted brother, and the terminal illness that tortured people has not been cured...
It doesn't look like it's got rid of it, it's healed.
The mood is heavier.
There was no one talking at the table for more than ten seconds. At this time, Zero realized that he had been cheated by the teamwork of the same period. However, he couldn't choose to get angry at this time, so he could only pass a warning look vaguely. ——
Not surprisingly, they were collectively ignored by the thick-skinned contemporaries.
"Come, come, the soup is almost cold, let me serve it for you!"
Kenji Hagiwara was always the first to stand up when it was time to enliven the atmosphere, and this time was no exception.
He actively removed the lid of the heavy stew pot, and his expression remained unchanged even after being scalded by the remaining temperature: "This is the soup that Xiao Zhenping and I stewed together—well, the recipe says it is soup, should it be soup? No matter what, the appearance is very good anyway, and it must be fine to drink, Zero, pass me Xiaoqianmu's bowl."
After opening the lid, a particularly sweet and greasy smell diffused to the surroundings along with the water vapor. People nearby who smelled it invariably shivered, their noses moved involuntarily, as if they wanted to sneeze but couldn't.
Don't ask, the question is because you are overwhelmed by this overly greasy sweetness. Logically speaking, there should always be a little fruity fragrance mixed in the smell, but at this moment, the fruity fragrance is all distorted by the melted rock sugar, as if directly in the air. What diffuses is the sugar.
Zero stood up, and hesitantly handed the BOSS bowl to the same period who was eager to try with a spoon in his hand. To be honest, he wanted to stop this guy and the curly-haired idiot when they were messing around on their own, but he couldn't stop the success. Tinkering out a pot of weird...soup.
"I can drink it, don't worry, I can definitely drink it."
Kenji Hagiwara spoke seriously, shaking the spoon, and first made a bowl full of soup for the BOSS: "It doesn't have much technical content to make soup. We are the elites of the explosive team anyway. It is no problem to add ingredients according to the steps. After all Then everyone..."
Out of some considerations that can only be lamented, he quietly omitted the second half of the sentence, and winked at You Shun.
Matsuda Jinpei didn't change his face under the sugar shock, and made himself a bowl of soup: "If you are so worried, don't move, I will come first."
Generally speaking, he and Kenji Hagiwara are relatively confident in the "results" that they have achieved by holding Buddha's feet temporarily.
Whether they use their mobile phones to search the Internet, or dig through the kitchen to find a stack of paper books for beginners in the kitchen, the recipes appointed by God are there, and they will never leave them.
...Frankly speaking, it is another supernatural story.
Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda rushed to make soup from the very beginning. The dishes with fancy dishes are on the top of the kitchen gods. They simply didn’t want to insult themselves. The stew soup is simple and suitable for novices, and it is quite nutritious, which is right for them. Pretend.
However, they searched for the stew recipe in various ways, and they found it, but there was only one content in it.
Rock Sugar Pear Soup.
Rock Sugar Pear Soup.
Rock Sugar Pear Soup——
The [-]-page paper recipe is full of rock sugar pear soup. When I searched the Internet on my mobile phone, I found a page full of page numbers, and the one mentioned above was still rock sugar pear soup.
Two people: "..."
That is to say, they have gone through supernatural events, and they have good adaptability to unexpected discoveries that there is no most evil, but even more evil. Since there is no other choice, the Will of Mystery must make them make this rock sugar pear soup, which is not like soup, so it is decided.
The ingredients are simple and can be put together in the refrigerator, and the production steps only add up to a few lines, but the only problem is enough to make newcomers in the kitchen look at each other in dismay.
Appropriate amount of peeled pear meat, appropriate amount of white fungus, appropriate amount of rock sugar... How can this "appropriate amount" be "appropriate"?
Fortunately, they dug through the paper recipes and found a page with annotations.
About a long time ago, a well-meaning person who saved the world used a signature pen to add an extra line under the printed text, specifying each "appropriate amount" to the detailed grams. What he wrote was the amount for one person. If you want Increase, calculated according to the ratio on the line.
Oh no, the well-meaning people didn’t give a fixed figure for the amount of rock sugar, and the content of the comments made people a little confused:
[Two pieces of rock sugar are enough, (the handwriting is blurred) it is recommended to add two to three more, which is more in line with the taste of (covered by ink), but (ink) feels too sweet every time I taste it, it depends on the situation Certainly……】
The amazing thing is that under this serious comment, there are many comments that should have been added later.
The handwriting of the new annotations is beautiful, and the restrained strokes reveal meticulous restraint. It is quite different from the previous handwriting that is very flamboyant. It can be seen that it was written by two people.
【Reminder again, I am only one and a half years away from adulthood, and I am far away from the age when I am sick and need to be appeased by sugar. Also, this sweetness (a long line of messy ink marks) is good, a slight correction, if it is for a specific Due to the special circumstances of the subject, I agree with the suggestion of adding more sugar. To cheer up (indistinct) brother, I must add more. It’s okay to put all the sugar in a bag, thank you. 】
The well-meaning person who wrote the pen first continued to add: [It has been practiced, and the phase effect of helping refreshment is quite good, but it will have additional negative effects that are then ignored more thoroughly, and long-term persistence takes confidence. 】
Juanxiu's handwriting: [It means that the sugar is not enough to make him fully awake. (Ink mark) brother, keep working hard until you are forced to finish all the remaining soup. If you have serious side effects of tongue and stomach strike, you can ask (messy handwriting) brother to help you replace your organs, and I will assist you. 】
"these are……"
Hagiwara Kenji blurted out, but stopped abruptly.
Matsuda Jinpei frowned and said nothing, skipped the inter-time dialogue between the two suspected siblings, and drew his attention to the end.
The handwriting of the "annotation" is getting more and more messy, and the ink that covers the original content is scattered everywhere, not at all like the ink that would leak from a signature pen... If it can be changed to a different color, it may be closer to a terrible truth.
At the bottom, there was a sentence written in a hurry, which had nothing to do with "Snow Pear Soup with Rock Sugar".
【...Brother, if you unfortunately fail to die after... 】
[If you still want to live, empty out all the things that make you miserable, remember to add more sugar.This is my last hope before my brother and I leave. 】
The semantics are unclear.
But covered with sad colors.
The two who accidentally discovered this "dream egg" stared at the message for a long time, and finally closed the recipe silently and put it back in place.
The steps of making soup are memorized at a glance, and the "appropriate amount" of ingredients is also clear, and the operation is smoother.
The details are not important, isn't it just that the police officer Hagiwara poured half a bag of rock sugar into the pot boldly regardless of the obstruction of the three pupils of the squad leader Zero King?It's not a problem at all.
Police officer Matsuda also went up and poured out the remaining rock sugar.
Therefore, the rock sugar pear soup boiled with "more sugar" is the virtue that is served on the table at this moment: sticky, sweet, sweet, sweet...
Rock sugar has been added to lethal levels!
After cooling down, feeling that the situation was not good, Police Officer Matsuda took a sip first, with a serious attitude of being a big deal.
They want to listen to the commentary's suggestion and add sugar crazily, trying to wake up the dull "Qian Mu", but they have absolutely no intention of using a bowl of biochemical weapons to send people away directly, try first and then--
"...Ugh!!!"
"Oops, Xiaozhenping is down!!! Little Qianmu, don't stop drinking quickly——Wow, little Qianmu!"
"I rely on the second team to see what kind of damage you are doing, and call an ambulance—"
"...What! It's still fine, and there are no casualties except the formation?"
The crowd was shocked.
Officer Matsuda, who had only taken half a sip, fell down in a second. He drank normally with a spoon, and the boss who was still taking the second sip did not respond.
He didn't seem to be so sweet that he died suddenly. He was bathed in the horrified eyes of others looking at the gods, and his expression remained unchanged when he took the third bite.
Either the sense of taste is out of order, or the stomach is made of iron, the fatal option is to choose one of the two.
"It should be that the taste is not normal..."
"After all, in the dream...it's not surprising, it should be..."
The police dog, whose expression kept changing, muttered to himself, if Officer Matsuda hadn’t collapsed at the dining table, they would have misunderstood that the soup was indeed good—it was too dangerous to try it bravely in person.
If you look closely, you can still see some abnormalities.
Because BOSS finished the bowl of soup.
He did forget a lot of things.
Important, unimportant, painful, numb - and those people or things that he wants to forget and doesn't want to forget.
Forgetting is like the most convenient and painless safety measure, it can quietly pull out the thorn deep in the heart, and it can also stop the blackened and discolored blood gushing out.
He had forgotten that one day, before the haggard girl decided to leave the safe house and venture far, she and a tired but determined man came to see him.
In fact, rather than saying "forget", the truth is closer to the fact that he had no memory at all at the time, and in the dazed stupor, he only vaguely heard some distant voices.
The girl said, Brother, Brother Xiu and I have discussed it. As long as there is still hope, I will insist on finding the end, and I will never give up on you no matter what.unless……
unless……
It's all hopeless.The man's voice was even deeper, as if the exhaustion was all on him alone, but he could still show a relaxed look, as if with him around, he could always find a way out.
The man said, if you have hope, you will never give up and fight for it. I will do it if I promise, but if... the moment comes when you have to choose, believe me, I will help you choose the best one, and the real you will also A path that would be readily accepted.
- You are proud... Anyway... That's the bottom line, right?I don't want to think that day will come. If it is really unavoidable, believe me, I will help you.
Someone is repeating.
"That road", which side does that road lead to?
There is no answer, they died on the way to find "hope", and they couldn't return in the end. Naturally, no one resolutely made the choice on his behalf as promised...
There's none?
... has anyone done this?
BOSS forgot.
He swallowed the overly sweet soup that tasted strange and unacceptable, and the juice ravaged the dull tip of his tongue, and the sweetness that rushed in was so greasy that he seemed to suffocate him, and at the same time, it soaked his throat bit by bit.
Never being hindered, the sweet breath of complete freedom screamed happily, pouring into the dry and empty depths of his body.
"..."
"It is too sweet."
The BOSS gave an evaluation for the first time.
But when he spoke, he was still as cold as ice, and when his eyes fell on the piece of pear meat that had been stewed in the half-empty soup bowl, unreasonable anger erupted from the depths of his empty red pupils.
He didn't do anything drastic - such as smashing the soup bowl, or venting his anger on the people nearby, he just dropped the soup spoon, took off the plastic gloves and threw them away, and didn't take the "Fujiwara-sensei" Putting his gloves aside temporarily, he backed the wheelchair by himself, away from the momentarily silent dining table.
"Mr. Fujiwara" followed silently, pressed the armrest behind his wheelchair, stopped his plan to leave, and stood still for a moment before "he" pushed him to the garden on the top floor.
The night outside has fallen, and there are few stars. The garden on the top floor is stagnant at the moment when flowers are in full bloom in spring. Although it is only illuminated by the overflowing lights from nearby buildings, it can still glimpse a bit of quiet beauty.
BOSS looked up at the night sky, his stiff and pale eyelids didn't move for a while, and he didn't know whether he was using the eternal night scene to kill his anger, or was really staring at something for a long time.
"Teacher Fujiwara" accompanied him, it was impossible for them to go downstairs tonight, and they went back to the room to rest.
downstairs.
The five people sitting awkwardly at the dining table were relatively silent.
Hagiwara Ken thought about it, and had to correct it again. The current situation is that there is no worst, only worse.
It seems that the abnormality of this world is also related to the subconsciousness of "Qian Mu".
Various clues showed that the four of them disappeared for a month... Akai-kun and little sister Zhibao seemed to be gone.
The parallel world's malice towards Xiao Qianmu is not ordinary... But, what should they do when they parachuted here completely confused?
"I want to know now... what's going on outside!"
Matsuda Jinpei, who had recovered, gritted his teeth. Although he knew that it was useless to hammer the dining table, he would suffocate to death if he didn't find some way to vent his anger.
"We all want to know, but we can see it with the naked eye, and we can't get out." Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed, "Zero basically can't be used as a breakthrough, Qianmu's side... I still think, we can't be anxious, and we can't stimulate him too hard gone."
Date Hang also sighed: "Oh, take your time."
Blocked keywords lead to zero who basically didn't understand the conversation: "?"
"What are you muttering about?"
"No, I'll talk to you later in the evening. I still have a lot of things I want to ask you. Let's eat the meal first. Although two people are gone... don't waste it! Well, I will continue to work hard tomorrow, and I must let them eat to the end. Perfect breakfast, lunch and dinner!"
"Um……"
While everyone was eating in silence, a witty police officer was still pondering.
"Take your time...it can't be too slow, if you drag it on, it will collapse. This shouldn't be my illusion..."
"So... you can't draw it slowly, just take turns and defeat each one?"
A lightbulb of enlightenment jingled in the officer's mind, and by midnight he had an idea.
On the second day, in the wee hours of the morning before dawn.
The police officers had exhausted their brain cells and physical strength yesterday, and they were still asleep at the moment. When the rustling sound passed by, the squad leader who was sleeping on the sofa under the quilt turned over and changed into a wilder position. He didn't notice it.
Only one person has risen.
He was sneaky—how did he talk, walked lightly through the living room, opened and closed the door, and took the elevator with the two companions to the garage.
"Are you sure you want to go for a walk this early?"
"Ms. Fujiwara" was a little confused.
"Yeah, morning is the best plan for a day." Officer Hagiwara smiled heartily, and quickly took over the wheelchair and the BOSS inside the wheelchair from the teacher, "Thank you for lending me the car, and I'll return it to you when I get back from my walk."
His excuses are full of flaws, the most obvious one: what kind of walk is not done by foot, but by car?
Just bullying "Fujiwara-sensei" is not a real person, only retaining the characteristics that he likes to hear and see when someone is with the boss "him", ignoring logic on the spot, and handing over the boss.
The BOSS, who watched the night scene all night, was half asleep and half awake, until there was another person behind him, and the speed of that person pushing the wheelchair forward became faster and faster—anyone who loves to be in a daze should feel that something is wrong, he Finally, he barely raised his eyelids.
"..."
The boss who found himself approaching a Porsche: "...?"
wrong.
Not right.
BOSS's electrocardiogram, which was infinitely close to a straight line, trembled for no reason, and the lines fluctuated greatly.
It was similar to the inexplicable emotion that suddenly came at dinner time yesterday, except that what came this time was—[Sense of Crisis]?
The distance between him and the Porsche continued to shrink, his red pupils followed closely, he grabbed the armrest with both hands, stretched out his legs, and pressed against the ground with extreme resistance.
Police officer Hagiwara, who found that the wheelchair could not be pushed, said, "Huh?"
Police officer Hagiwara suddenly said, "Hey, ah! Don't be nervous, Xiaoqianmu, I am no longer the habitual traffic offender Kenji Hagiwara you thought! Take my car, and your safety is absolutely guaranteed!"
Boss: "..."
The boss didn't say a word, his legs were still firmly pressed against the ground...
Officer Hagiwara: "Hey!"
He pushed the wheelchair down, causing the boss's feet to leave the ground, and stretched out his hands to gather his legs together to ensure that they would never touch the ground again.
The barrier cleared, and Officer Hagiwara happily pushed the wheelchair forward.
Seeing that the door of the Porsche is close at hand, only one step away from touching it, the laughter of the passers-by who are about to succeed becomes more and more hearty.
BOSS: "……………???"
Instinct broke out.
He connected his legs with both hands and violently——
Shock!A terminally ill disabled wheelchair villain was kidnapped by a car, and in a panic he created a medical miracle and got up and ran.
It's a pity that before he could take two quick steps, he was quickly hugged by the kidnappers, dragged back, and stuffed into the car.