Intensive Cultivation Manual

"Brother, you're back." As soon as he entered the door, Shen Qin's voice came from the kitchen, and at the same time there were some clinking dishes and chopsticks.

"Well, I came back late today because I had something to do." Shen Fan threw his schoolbag into the bedroom, turned around and walked into the kitchen, a burning smell came over his face, making him wrinkle his nose, "Did you cook anything?"

"Hmm... I cooked something..." Shen Qin stood in front of the gas stove wearing a loose apron and holding a spatula, and looked at the plate on the side table with some embarrassment, "It's just a little ugly. "

Shen Fan glanced at the black thing on one side of the plate, probably a piece of meat, but it was black and stuck together, probably because it was boiled for too long, the soup was boiled away, and there was an open white sugar box on the table And soy sauce bottle, vinegar bottle.

Shen Fan can basically imagine what Shen Qin originally planned to do, but what kind of flavor it turned into after adding the wrong seasoning.

"Suddenly I really want to eat the braised pork made by my mother, but I don't know how to do it." Shen Qin lowered her head aggrievedly, "My brother hasn't come back yet, so I tried to make it myself...it's a bit strange."

Shen Fan sighed helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, "Let me do it, take off the apron."

"I want to eat braised pork." Shen Qin quickly untied the apron and handed it to Shen Fan, watching him skillfully fasten the apron, then took out the correct seasoning box, turned to look at Shen Fan who was standing aside Qin, "Let's go out, there is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, it's not good for girls' skin."

"Well! Brother is the best!" Shen Qin walked out of the kitchen happily, and obediently closed the door. Before leaving, she seemed to think of something and looked at Shen Fan through the open door, "Brother, how much do you want?" Cook some rice for mom and dad."

His body froze suddenly, Shen Fan trembled and turned his head, Shen Qin had already closed the door.There was an inexplicable chill in the isolated space, which made Shen Fan unable to calm down.

Again.

I do not know when the figure appeared behind.

The two people who should have been...killed by him...

But standing behind him so real.

"Shen Fan..."

Shouting his name while bleeding, the smell of blood, voice, appearance, all can be clearly seen, only he can see, people who obviously don't exist anymore.

"Shen Fan..."

Cold blood dripped onto the back of his hand. In his memory, the vicious woman was standing beside him and looking at him with her head tilted. On her ferocious face, there were out-of-frame eyeballs. The blood dripped onto his hand along her cheeks. It was so cold that it made people shiver.

"Didn't you tell Xiaoqin who the murderer is?" She grinned and leaned close to Shen Fan's face, the smell of blood came over her face.

"Shut up..." Shen Fan frowned, clenched the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Xiaoqin's favorite brother is the murderer."

"Shen Fan is the murderer."

"Yes, the murderer, killed my sister's biological parents."

"Still pretending that nothing happened and continuing to live."

"Murderer."

"murderer."

Voices came from behind one after another, telling Shen Fan the fact that he was the murderer over and over again.

"Shut up!" Shen Fan gritted his teeth fiercely, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and the kitchen knife in his hand trembled again at some point.

As if he had received a reaction, the voice behind him grew louder and repeated intermittently with laughter, the woman's voice next to his ear became clearer, and the smell of blood from the tip of his nose suddenly reminded Shen Fan of the scene in his mind, The overwhelming smell of blood, and him holding a knife.

"Enough! Shut up!" Unbearable emotions rushed into his mind again, anger or other emotions drove Shen Fan's body, just like back then, wanting the woman to disappear, wanting the voice to disappear, wanting everything Everything that bothered him disappeared.

The body suddenly turned around, and the blade slashed vigorously in the air, as if cutting into the air, the woman's body disappeared, and the sound also quieted down, and the kitchen suddenly became silent.

Shen Fan stood there in a daze, looking at the knife in his hand, his slightly trembling fingertips, and closed his eyes helplessly.

Again.

He who is controlled by anger is simply another him.

What is he doing... Holding a knife and waving at the air, that person is obviously dead, and obviously won't appear, it's just an illusion, but he is still driven by emotion.

Today he was in an empty kitchen. Next time, if someone else is present, what his knife will cut at will not be the air.

For the first time, Shen Fan felt so afraid of himself.

Kneeling the blade in pain and squatting down, the emotions that came to my heart were the same as those at that time, the emotions after killing my parents, remorse, despair, and pain mixed together, suppressed emotions that were about to explode squeezed in my mind, I endured it, but it was very painful.

Shen Fan was terrified of himself who didn't know when he would swing his blade at others again.

Obviously he didn't want to be like that.

Curled up with your head in your arms, slowly suppressed all your emotions, trying to calm your mind.Now he can't feel afraid in this kind of place, and the more desperate and painful things haven't happened yet. Before that, he has to endure everything, whether it's fear or pain.

To make up for his mistake to his sister.

"Brother, it's so quiet inside. Are you cooking?" Shen Qin's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, knocking on the door lightly, "I'm hungry."

"It will be ready soon." Shen Fan got up and took a deep breath, his face had recovered his composure, he squeezed the knife in his hand, turned around and cut vegetables on the cutting board.

For about half an hour, Shen Fan had already prepared a few dishes that Shen Qin wanted to eat. He cooked a little more according to what Shen Qin said, and silently watched Shen Qin happily run into the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, and turned to look at the dishes. Four chairs at the table.Just like those two people before they died, they were neatly placed there.

"Let's eat, I'm starving to death." Shen Qin came out of the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, and put the rice on the table obediently.

"Thank you." Shen Fan took the bowl from Shen Qin, held the chopsticks without doing anything, but watched quietly as Shen Qin filled three bowls of rice with a smile, and placed them in front of the other two chairs.

Swallowing nervously, Shen Fan silently watched Shen Qin eating without paying attention, without noticing how weird he was doing.

"Brother's cooking is really delicious!" Shen Qin stuffed a piece of braised pork into her mouth, chewed contentedly, then took another piece from the plate and put it in a nearby bowl, and said with a smile, "Mom Eat more too."

His whole body trembled, cold sweat drenched Shen Fan's back, he stared intently at Shen Qin happily talking to the air, his palms were filled with sweat, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

"Xiaoqin..."

Shen Fan still couldn't help interrupting Shen Qin's self-talk, looking at him with a pale face, his voice trembling, "Who are you talking to..."

Shen Qin stopped her movements, stared at Shen Fan, bit her chopsticks and said nothing. After a while, she faltered and said, "I'm... talking to my mother..."