He was driving a plane frying fritters

In the so-called "First Book", there is a person who often sits beside Zhu Xing's hospital bed and tells him stories.

Always appear quietly and leave quietly.I don't know which door to go through, no one knows him, and no one has seen him.Except that the brain is sober and I wish you happiness in front of a vegetative state.

Although the man was noisy and the stories he told were disturbing, the cake smell on him was very sweet and pleasant.

He narrated that bloody novel over and over again, outrageous and exaggerated, but his tone was very serious, as if he had really experienced it.

The painting on this wall also reveals his identity, it is Gu Bushang, the person who calls himself Shangshang.

It turned out that he had really experienced it, more than once.

If the plot is messed up, just delete the file and start over.It’s just that the memory deletion was not clean enough, and he became extremely chaotic. When Zhu Gaoxin was not awake, he went through the wall to find him, as if he wanted to wake him up, but he couldn’t remember his purpose.

I can only paint all these messy emotions on the wall.The painting is not good, and the colors are too eye-catching. I am afraid that others will not know that he is color blind.

Zhou Xunqing leaned against the wall, as if staying out of the way, "Have you heard of reincarnation? Repeating your life full of despair over and over again, wanting to save yourself, but you don't have that ability, and you die at the hands of the same person every time, isn't it funny? "

Zhu Xing said nothing.

Zhou Xunqing glanced at him, "That's why you approached him, right? If you get on good terms with the murderer, you might not have to die. This is the first time I've seen you use this method. It's much smarter than before."

Zhu Xing shrugged, "It's no longer needed. I took a recipe, and the book is already sold out."

"You think you can get freedom by burning the books?" Zhou Xunqing narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Zhu Xing was a little annoyed, "What do you mean?"

Zhou Xunqing said, "The book is gone, but the plot is still going on, because the world itself is a book. You are just a virtual character in it. Do you really want to kill the person who created you? Oh no, that shouldn't be It's human, it's... the God of Creation."

Zhu Xing smiled angrily, "Creator god? Which god would create such a stupid world? Even a donkey can't write such a stupid book with its hooves."

Zhou Xunqing ignored him, and narrated to herself. She said that no matter what Zhu Gaoxing's identity became in this kind of vulgar novel, she would eventually die, and without exception, she had to care about being the executioner. I don't know who is torturing.

Zhu Xingxing suddenly understood and found out the reason for Gu Bushang's madness.Although I was written to death by the author, I formatted it every time, which is not cruel, but Gu Bushang is like a bug in the game, there is always a memory, I can’t forget it, I was forced to kill and set fire, and the data Mistakes are regarded as rebirth, and they fall into a more painful cycle of predicament. If they are not crazy, they will be abnormal.

It's so sad.

Zhou Xunqing's tone became more subtle, "Don't you want to be free? I have a good idea, please refer to it?"

Zhu Gaoxing looked at her, "Let's listen."

"If you kill Gu Bushang, you can escape from here and go wherever you want. There will be no more cycles, and your life will no longer be tortured and played with by a pen." She said lightly, but she couldn't hear the joke mean.

Zhu Xing frowned, "This kind of stupid novel still has to be interspersed with killers? Killers, urban martial arts? What is being a policeman? Air?" He shook his head lightly, "Outrageous. No wonder this author is not popular. .”

Zhou Xunqing: ".."

Zhu Xingxin didn't complain anymore, and when he left, he took a last look at the wall, as if he saw Gu Bushang's heart that he had never concealed.

Fiery, sincere, like fire that does not burn people.

Gu Bushang was still hanging there with no shirt on, showing the red marks on his body from being hit with a stick.

Zhu Xing walked over and reached out to touch a few, sighed, "Aren't you a kidnapper, why are you still beaten up like this, your stepfather is really ruthless."

Gu Bushang seemed to be in good spirits, his eyes stared straight at him, "Brother, it hurts so much." He paused, "I'm powerless right now, you can do whatever you want with me, I can't at all resist."

Zhu Gaoxing thought for a while, "Anything is fine?"

Gu Bushang let out a "hmm", "It's just that the clothes may not be easy to take off, the rope is stuck."

Zhu Xing glanced up and down, and hugged him with his arms, "Thanks for your hard work. It turns out that your brain is so bad because of me."

The hug is very warm, but the words are very unpleasant.

"I don't know if I can return to normal in the future, and it doesn't matter if I can't. I hope there is a cure, just don't become a fool." Zhu Gaoxin hugged him and pondered, "What should I do? Or should I continue with that method?"

Gu Bu Shang asked doubtfully, "What?"

Zhu Gaoxin said, "Have sex, the one I told you about earlier."

Gu Bu Shang raised his eyebrows, "I checked it online, and Baidu said that making love is something only two people who love each other can do. Do you love me?"

Zhu Xing was serious, "Sex, love is of course made, how can love be produced if you don't do it?" After speaking, he bit him, and then squatted down to untie his clothes, the intention of testing the bottom line of the scale was very obvious.

As soon as he put his hand on it, the steel pipe on the roof shook, interrupting his movement in time.

He looked up and continued with his work. The steel pipe moved even more violently, and it could fall on his head at any time.

"Tsk, it's still serialized, because of platform restrictions, so some things in this novel can't be done..." Zhu Xingxin touched on the Kulian, "Behaviors like this scale. Maybe even more strict, maybe What happened just now has been modified by the lock seal."

Gu Bushang looked down at the half-kneeling man in front of him, "I can't fix it, I like you like this. Continue."

Zhu Xing took a step back, "If you continue, the steel pipe on your head will hit me."

"Then where are we going to do it?" Gu Bushang couldn't wait.

"Call the police first. We are now kidnapped victims."

Cheng Feng, who had been listening in the corner for a long time, couldn't take it anymore, he walked out with a look of disgust, "Okay, I just wanted to beat him up by tying him up, I didn't intend to keep you guys for dinner, so get out of here."

When the rope was untied and the two were about to leave, Cheng Feng said to Zhu Xingxing in a low voice, "Smart people know what they should do, don't take chances."

Zhu Xunxin knew what he meant, and should have wanted him to go against the killing plot just like Zhou Xunqing. He really didn't care about any friendship, and the collapse of the character design was sudden and weird.

The two walked one after the other. The ground was a little wet and there were a few small puddles. Zhu Xingxing was about to go around when his collar was grabbed. Zhu Xing took a painful breath, turned his head and said, "We Both of them are about to go to bed, and you treat me like this?"

Gu Bu Shang frowned, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

Zhu Gaoxing asked, "Why is it uncomfortable? Head? Can't help but want to bloodthirsty and kill?"

Gu Bushang: ".."

Zhu Gaoxing pulled him and ran away, "Don't be impulsive, don't strangle him to death. You can kill me when you go to bed."

The walk was too slow, and I took a taxi within a few steps. I was afraid that I would be killed if I was too late, so I bought a condom and oil along the way.

Gu Bushang blushed the whole time, his ears were red, and he would pick Zhu Gaoxin's palms from time to time.

It was not until I arrived at the place that I realized that this was not Zhu Xingjia's home, nor Gu Bushang's old broken house, but a strange aircraft training base.

Gu Bushang brushed his hair, "What are you doing here?"

Zhu Xing led him in, walked through the dark passage, and skillfully opened a white hatch, "Go in."

This is Zhu Gaoxin's exclusive aircraft cockpit. It is used for competitions. It is very clean and tidy, full of advanced technology, and has a serious atmosphere.

Gu Bushang took off while walking, endured the headache and sighed, "Brother, you really know how to play."

"Wait and then take it off, it hasn't gone to the sky yet." Zhu Gaoxing sat on the driver's seat, crackled and poked a bunch of buttons, and the rumbling sound of the machine sounded, this is, it is taking off.

Gu Bushang was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, he leaned over excitedly to the co-pilot, and consciously locked his protective belt, "I have long wanted to take the plane you drove! Brother, you are so romantic, you want to take me Fly up to see the birds?"

Zhu Xing said with a blank expression, "Well, look at our bird."

The author says:

The next chapter is a machine game.

don't lock me up.