recruit bees

Michelle didn't know how she struggled out of bed.

His whole body was in pain, covered in sweat and mud.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he fell back again in pain.

I drank yesterday?

Or is it that when I was sleeping, someone broke in, punched and kicked me, and made me lose my memory?Otherwise, why would it be so painful.

Painful whimpers rolled up in his throat, and his nose was full of blood. He touched it, and the dried blood formed a slippery film on his face, which was tense and stinging, making Michelle sure that someone must have been there yesterday. He robbed and got into a fight with him.

Should have called the police...

Michelle moved slightly, then gasped.

"Oh...damn..."

After the failure, the poor young man simply gave up, stretched his limbs and lost his focus, and lay down until the afternoon.When her body got better and she was no longer uncomfortable, Michelle breathed a sigh of relief, tried to get up, her eyelids were propped up, and she touched the phone with her long hands and feet, looked around, staggered to the bathroom, and locked the door behind her.

"The room has not been turned over, the things are basically still in place, and there are no cuts or obvious injuries on my body—"

Sitting on the toilet, Michelle turned on her phone and it said Sunday, 2:50 pm.

Michelle: "..." I remember, it was Friday before I fell asleep.

After a few seconds of silence, Michelle stood up suddenly, grabbed her clothes with her backhand and got rid of it!Afterwards, he took off his pants and only wore his underwear, and examined his body more carefully.

Aunt Jasmine said before that there have been several cases of organ theft recently.

Criminal gangs use high-tech treatment equipment to anesthetize the victim, and after taking out the organs, they will put down the treatment equipment. After the victim wakes up, he can survive for half a day with the treatment equipment, enough for the other party to find his mobile phone and call the police to save himself.

The victims are generally young people living alone with no bad habits.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and horror spread to his back.

Michelle carefully touched his lower back and shoulder blades with his fingertips, and then he heaved a sigh of relief.

There were no surgical incisions or sutures on his body.

"Maybe, it's a coma caused by hypoglycemia."

I haven’t eaten for a long time, only drank water, and I felt a little uncomfortable before falling asleep, which is a sign—Michel comforted herself.

The heart that was raised high fell back into the chest cavity, he relaxed, and his flesh and blood felt sore.

Let's go to the hospital. It's too scary to be unconscious in the apartment alone. If something happens, Aunt Jasmine will be worried again.

Michelle raised his head and scratched his hair irritably. He didn't know if he broke his hair or what. His brain suddenly buzzed, and he almost fell to his knees on the ground in pain!

The cold sweat was sticky, and the skin was so sticky that it was almost inseparable.

It was like a rusty steel nail hammered into the brain!

"Ugh—I fucking—"

Beads of sweat rolled down one by one from the lightless white skin.

Someone screamed in his head.

Michelle's dark eyes, which had lost their light, stared at the bathtub unconsciously, like a ghost (he really didn't know what he was thinking at the time), Michelle turned on the bathtub to turn on the faucet.

Seeing the transparent and warm water flowing out slowly filling the bathtub, Michelle seemed to be urged by someone next to Michelle's ear: "Get in, get in!"

Following his instinct, he stiffly climbed into the bathtub without taking off his underwear.

The moment you are wrapped in water, the world is peaceful...

Michelle held both sides of the bathtub tightly with her palms, raised her head, and wanted to hum comfortably.

That's weird.

too weird.

However, it's not too late to go to the hospital after I finish my bath.

Curled up in the bathtub, the black-haired young man hugged himself carefully, with a sense of satisfaction on his bloodless face.

The illusion of 'I am a little flower' came again.

……

……

"Ring, ring ring, ring ring—"

The bell rang, and the person in the bathtub opened his eyelids.

The warm water before was already cold.The stupid young man turned his head and saw the innocent mobile phone lying on the ground in front of the toilet.

"Uh, what did I do?!"

"Hell, it's coming again!"

Michelle recovered from that weird delusion, quickly scooped up a handful of cold water and rubbed her face, climbed out of the bathtub, pulled the bath towel on the shelf to wrap herself shivering, and wrapped her trembling body with her wet hands. He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Hello? Michelle, why are you so embarrassed? Why didn't you come to class? If I hadn't asked you for leave, you would have died, you know?!"

The chirping voice can't wait to squeeze out from the phone, healthy and lively.

The sun and restlessness almost shone on Michelle's face.

It's Benny.

His good friend, Aunt Molly's nephew.

Benny seemed to be another Aunt Molly, and the warmth of the two was exactly the same.

"I'm sick. I've been in a coma for two days at home. If you don't call me, I may still be soaking in the bathtub. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist. I feel something is wrong."

Michelle's expression relaxed, she turned her head and clamped the phone with her shoulders and cheeks, grabbed another bath towel and wiped her dripping hair and face, and stood in front of the mirror by the way, squeezed some toothpaste to wash.

After a while he planned to go out to the hospital to see - with his pitiful savings.

"What? You fainted for two days!"

Benny almost roared and shouted this sentence, the passersby standing beside him waiting for the bus looked at him in surprise, but Benny ignored it.He immediately abandoned his original plan and waved for a taxi.

"Wait, I'll go to your house right away! From now on, right away, right away! You find a soft place to lie down, and you are not allowed to hang up until I ring the doorbell at your house. God, you are still alive right?"

Michelle laughed at his cautious and tentative tone.

"Of course I'm still alive, you don't have to worry, I'll nest in the sofa in a while, waiting for you to save me. But I still have to hang up. I have to brush my teeth."

Benny exhaled, "I'm scared to death, okay, can I bring you something to eat from downstairs?"

"Well, good. By the way, don't tell Aunt Jasmine about this."

"Uh……"

"Please Benny."

"Well, I hope she won't know." Otherwise, Auntie will beat herself to death for helping to hide it!

The phone hangs up.

Think of Benny's cadenced, exaggerated way of speaking.Michelle shook her head with a smile, put the phone on the sink, freed her hand to hold the toothbrush and rubbed it in her mouth twice.

He looked up, habitually looking in the mirror.

Then he bit his toothbrush and paused with foam in his mouth.

After three seconds of silence, he raised his hand, dipped it in some water, and rubbed the mirror in his house that was stained with water spots.

The mirror remained unchanged, honestly reflecting the malnourished, overly thin black-haired, black-eyed young man, and the little red flower protruding from the top of his head, right in the center.

Michelle: "???"

Thin stems, small red flowers the size of a thumbnail, hanging down like dull hairs.

It looks exactly like the five-year-old girl next door, the plastic imitation bean sprout hair clips that are pinned in her hair when playing house.

The difference is that his flower is so imitated that it almost looks like a real flower.

With a stiff face, Michelle touched it with her hand, and after touching it, she pulled it again. The touch felt very real.

Well, it's true.

Flowers bloomed in my head.

Still a shy little red flower, ha ha.

Michelle twitched the corners of her lips in the mirror, "Is this world crazy?" Are people starting to grow flowers?

Will it be possible to grow mushrooms in two days, complete self-production and self-sufficiency? ? ?

Waterfark! ! !

"Calm down, you have to calm down Michelle... This is a hallucination, yes, it must be a hallucination, I can go to the doctor, go to the doctor right away."

After confirming that it was not a dream, and thinking that she could save herself, Michelle quickly packed herself up with a slumped face. The whistle from the car outside, the squabbles and quarrels from the neighbors next door could penetrate through the wall, harsh The TV series shouted.

And the cracks in the windows, that subtle sour smell of garbage...

The noise of this world began to gouge out in his mind again!

Michelle paled and vomited, his nerves were immediately tense and fragile like before every attack.

When he himself couldn't see it, the little flower on his head trembled in pain, and some shriveled petals twitched and curled up.

This environment is not suitable for it to grow.

It develops too late.

haven't received the care they deserve.

It should be carefully cared for by the carnivore, and then delicately enjoy the comfort and protection of the other party.Unfortunately, its owner does not understand this.

Grabbing the keys from the cabinet in the entrance, Michelle wrapped her down jacket and scarf, and put on her boots. He forgot to put on a hat or something to cover the flowers on his head.

He hurriedly opened the door in a daze.

Then: "Bang!"

Michelle bumped into a 'wall', and the whole person stepped back for several steps, knocked his back on the sofa, and finally stood still.

He stared up at the door in a daze, with a dark yellow so tall that it reached the door frame of his house and only reached his chin.

Maybe it was aware of being hit, and the 'man' with a futuristic technological mechanical bumblebee armor that looked completely inconsistent with all creatures on the earth bent down, lowered his head and turned his head around the door frame, and then stood at Michelle. porch.

Alien, extraterrestrial inhabitants? !

Michelle felt like an idiot.

The mouth is wide open, the eyes are about to protrude from the eye sockets, the neck is about to break when the head is raised, staring at the handsome face of this male, male, male (probably) tough guy, and on the short brown hair of the other party, the two are still fucking Very cartoony and cute round tentacles.

Bumblebee was silent, his eyes fixed on the little red flower on Michelle's head.

That gaze was so hot that Michelle felt her scalp was on fire!

'Gudong. '

Swallowed.

Michelle's voice was difficult: "You..." What is it?

Did you know that under the Alien Union Act, it's illegal to break into the homes of other races?I can call NY to arrest you.His eyes swept across the opponent's mech-like body and clenched fists the size of sandbags, and the desire to survive made Michelle swallow these words in his stomach.

"My name is Simon."

Unfamiliar Mandarin, coming out of the other party's mouth, is low and steady.

While speaking, this weird bumblebee still didn't take his eyes off Michelle's head.

"Uh... Mr. Simon, are you... lost?"

Michelle asked cautiously, trying to find a handy weapon at hand.

"No." The other party shook his head, "I'm here for you."

Michelle: "..."

Reflected by Michelle's terrified pupils, this big guy suddenly stepped closer and grabbed Michelle's shoulders and waist. His hands were so big that they could wrap Michelle's head!

After that, the other party started to tear his clothes, which frightened Michelle even more.

"Hey! What are you going to do? Stop—someone, help! Come on—!"

He struggled hard, kicking the opponent's knees and lower abdomen, but given the impossibly hard-looking mech or something, Michelle's struggle was a bit ridiculous.

During the struggle, Michelle's thick coat was torn, the down was flying all over the sky, and several clothes turned into rags one after another.

The other party pulled him, allowing Michelle to beat and scold him, motionless as a mountain.

He dragged Michelle to a corner of the living room, during which he knocked over countless things, making a noise like demolishing a house!

Finally, they stood in front of the fitting mirror in a twisted embrace.

The terrible bumblebee shook his head to make him look in the mirror, and with the other hand, he lifted the rags from his back and pressed down the waistband of his trousers.

The cool wind scrambled to blow goose bumps.

The small cyan characters that couldn't be washed off were exposed in front of the two of them.

"You are the rare flower species I applied for with all my savings 20 years ago."

His fingers pressed against the soft and fair skin of Michelle's waist, and his nails scratched the last line of words, and he paused word by word:

"You are, mine, private property!"

Michelle: "..."

Bumblebee: "I am Simon."

Michelle: "..."

I take it back, he thought.It's not that the world is crazy, it's that I'm crazy.

……

[The author has something to say]: [Small Theater]

Michelle: I am private property, and later, my master came to the door.

Simon: You, mine.Spent all my savings and bought it (poorly drooping tentacles).

[I don’t know what kind of tentacles are like, you can look at the cover, it’s very cute, with a round head, hanging on the head, you can explore things, express your mood, like a puppy’s tail]