Fugue

Sometimes, once it feels like it's about to end, it's actually just the beginning.It's like when I was a student, I always thought that I would have a happy life after graduation, but in fact it was all a lie.To survive, always be prepared for winter to come.

Gan Luan thought that the monster hiding in the room was the end of the night, but there was one more thing to click, it was a colon.The colon is a knock.The moonlight is good, listen to a song.Gan Luan plugged in the earphones, there was only one song saved in the phone, the name was like a ribbon floating to display, Gan Luan didn't pay attention, he just felt that the volume was not enough, the knock on the door was more rhythmic than the music.Gan Luan: "Civilize you and me, grow vegetables at home."

Gan Lan: "My roots are on your bed, they are dying now, and the leaves of the vegetables are turning yellow."

Gan Luan sat up all of a sudden, furious: "You really treat yourself like a dish!" Clenching his palms tightly, the earphones vibrated, and the volume suddenly increased, as if a piano had been stuffed into his head, rushing to play , It was like being covered by a big bell, the bell buzzed non-stop, and the whole body was numb.It's okay for a while, the soul is shaken to pieces, and the rhythm is penetrated.

He has no memory of when the song was downloaded.Turning the volume to normal, Gan Luan saw the title of the song clearly: "JS Bach: English Suite No. 6 in D minor, BWV811-I. Prélude" Wilhelm Backhaus.He seldom listens to classical music, but recently he always has a relationship with them. Last time "1812 Overture" made him want to blow people up, but this time, it made him...

As if sinking in the cold peppermint breath, sobriety descended, accompanying him to fall.This piece of deja vu, first of all, it has a sense of familiarity that makes him lower his defenses, but the whole tune has a distance, perhaps because of the performer, or it is this melody, which gives people a sense of self-restraint.It's not plain, it's not stable, it's the flame in the ice cave——the hypocritical cold hides my enthusiasm.He likes this, as he once said, he likes this kind of cold madness.The blood is rational, and it circulates in the body, keeping him calm, but the heart is filled with lava and burned out, already burned out.That black pulsation kept dropping black powder, just like the dust before it.as he had abandoned.If you caress gently, you will break, and with a frown and smile, you will kill.

At the end of the song, the alienated and self-disciplined notes seemed to be cruising through his body for a week.He calmed down.The main goal now is what Ye Jing called "nurturing", so you should choose to open the door, communicate, and treat Gan Lan like a spring breeze (regardless of whether it is true or not), which will help you achieve the goal.But he didn't, he just let his useless childish emotions do evil, and his IQ fell to the same starting line as Gan Lan.There is an instinct planted in his heart.It's like bickering enemies get itchy mouths when they meet each other, and whenever Gan Lan talks about monster settings, he loves to find holes.All these things, without mentioning the pleasure in his mouth, sometimes makes Gan Lan feel embarrassed (such as not opening the door just now), and he is also elated, as if he was bullied by Gan Lan in his previous life; It's also interesting; if Gan Lan cries, this is the most complicated thing. The tears of an enemy give people pleasure, and the tears of a friend make people empathize. The former is stimulating, and the latter is sour. Together, it is sour.The weeping and huddled Gan Lan made him feel sour...and made him give up treatment...If secrets were to be classified, Gan Luan would bury this bad taste on the [-]th floor underground.

Gan Luan jumped out of bed, opened the door, the messenger who knocked on the door was gone.If you are naive (such as just now), you will not be able to catch good cards, and if you evade again (such as now), you will lose even the chance to play cards.Gan Luan grabbed a handful of bad cards and walked towards the door of the room where the moonlight was shining, the monster under the moonlight was like yesterday.His back is against the glass, his head is slightly tilted up, but his eyes are closed today.The ends of the eyes are deep, the ends of the hair are slightly floating, and the face is almost transparent, like a fragile elf.His eyebrows were undulating, and the moonlight spread unevenly, leaving only shadows, which made his face as cold as a sculpture, and his lips faded away as soon as they were touched.

Gan Luan thought: It's nurturing, not torture... Get the hell out of you, Ye Jing.Hmm... How did you coax Vichy back then?

The monster leaned against the window, and the human leaned against the door.The human took out a box of candy, but the monster is not a child.The monster is nothing, the monster who believes in moonlight and kills moonlight.He ends up being nothing.

"Story" is written on the front of the candy box, and "color painting collection" is on the side, which looks like a book.Gan Luan opened the title page and wrote: "How could they not die like this? They also died because of this (Note 1)."

In the candy box called "Story", there are chocolate beans with different fillings, some are bitter, some are sweet, some are fruity, some are black, some are white, some are colored stripes, soft, light, aggressive, everything you expect to find.Gan Lan opened her eyes and followed the sound, as if a painting had come to life, with moonlight shining in her eyes, like the color of a lake at night.Gan Luan was pouring sugar, and a bunch of round beans were lying on the paper towel in his hand, shining brightly.When he was pouring out the dog food before, Vichy's butt could not stick to the ground, and he could still hear the sound of his tongue clicking.Now he poured the sugar, and the monster lay there like a mollusk without rolling its eyes.It's really heaven and earth, east and west, the world is hot and cold, and people's hearts are not old...

Gan Luan gave the unconscionable man sugar, and unconscionably tasted one: "Well, it's so bitter." Gan Luan also ate it, it was white chocolate with fruit, it was so sour that his eyebrows twitched.Gan Lan looked at him: "Let's have a fruit sandwich." He picked up another one, and the round chocolate shone like pearls at his fingertips: "I'll try it too."

Gan Luan was still thinking about how he guessed it, but found that Gan Lan's face was tearful and bitter.

It's pretty straightforward.Gan Luan was about to say: I only saw one person eat a mustard sandwich.In the end, he didn't say it, because he found that he couldn't remember who that person was.The night, or the moon, can not only change Gan Lan, but also affect him.The trance that could not grasp the memory pushed him away from reality, he seemed to be floating in the middle of the water, the water beside him was rippling, and a huge full moon almost occupied the night sky, it was so close that it almost merged with him.The full moon is sucking his breath, his memories, his ideals, his love...he is the...monster under the moon.Gan Lan poured the sugar into her mouth, like chewing wood, so Gan Luan woke up, watching Gan Lan's extravagance silently.Gan Lan asked him: "Bad blood. Don't you like bad blood?"

He admitted that he never mentioned this preference to Gan Lan.

"Who would tell you such a thing?"

"You." Gan Lan touched the iron box in his hand and looked down at the title page: "You said you like bad blood because it resembles you, and because your blood is also broken."

That's right, Gan Lan is right.During the few days he stayed in the old house, he might have betrayed himself.It's all because he thought too deeply, but he didn't set up his defenses.He sometimes didn't even notice Gan Lan's gaze.For example, he didn't know when Gan Lan started watching the phone call this afternoon.Gan Lan in the old house is completely different from Gan Lan in the hospital.The cunning of the former is just a childish vent, at least sincere; the latter is just a raised fox, and at the same time has the habit of a cat, spying on others and keeping himself.So Gan Luan never got an answer to his questioning.

Gan Lan shook the iron box: "This ending is good, can you give it to me." He was referring to the sentence on the title page.

If you are not the leader, then you need to use the logic of the person you communicate with.To pry open the brains of the radio wave department, maybe he has to pretend to be in it himself.Walking into the world dominated by moonlight, either catch Gan Lan or replace the moonlight.

They sat facing each other again, Gan Luan watched Gan Lan seriously, not letting go of any clues.He said: "If this is the ending, then take it, take whatever you want."

Hearing this, Gan Lan cheerfully stuffed the box in through the neckline, let the box stay at the heart, and rested her hands on her chest, as if holding the heart that was taken out: "If you can't die together, the one who lives will lose." .”

"What's the point of winning against the one who died."

Gan Lan shook her head: "The one who wins can die."

"Is it a good thing to die?" Gan Luan was furious.

He approached him: "What is death? Is it death if you stop breathing? If you completely forget someone, is he dead or are you dead?" Gan Luan slapped Gan Lan's face away: "Forgetting has nothing to do with death. Is it necessary to contact?!" Gan Lan insisted: "Please answer, is he dead or you dead?" The moonlight is so beautiful.Gan Luan looked out the window: "I forgot about him, from my point of view, there is no such person. He is dead." Ruthless as Gan Luan, one word kills a lot of people. "No." Gan Lan said: "You are dead. Your past is dead. All the past about that person is dead." He pointed to his heart: "Everyone has a place in the objective world. Occasionally occupy a place in other people's hearts. The forgotten person just has no place in your heart. In the objective world, he will live well in his own place. He lives his, and your heart is dug out Empty, your past is dead. The only thing you can decide is your own death."

"I'm sorry I'm dead!" Gan Luan knelt down for him.After acknowledging this, he suddenly realized that some places were really empty, as if there was a wind passing through, as if there was a real gap.These are unreal days.He pinched Gan Lan's face with his claws, pinched again and again, "The story says I'm dead." Gan Lan let him play with her, her eyes half-closed slightly, staring at Gan Luan emotionlessly.

"I deserve to die too. Too bad I'm a monster." His hands climbed onto Gan Luan's neck, "Monsters can't be killed."

"So, the monster who can't die may become the biggest loser?"——And now, this monster seems to want to kill me.

The cold touch formed a kind of ring bundle, moving on Gan Luan's neck.Gan Lan gradually increased her strength, but Gan Luan didn't feel any threat. What kind of feeling does this feel... It's like melting, when they touch each other, they melt together.Very wonderful.The moonlight makes people unreal, but also makes people seem familiar.

There is a kind of story that exists in your memory. Once someone tells it to you, you will feel familiar, as if you have heard it before, but you don’t know when or where you heard it.Here's the story, and it's very corny.Gan Lan said that monsters are not monsters in the first place, invisible and intangible, but only conscious of the world.Human beings give monsters a name, and monsters exist. In the present world, he moves from falsehood to reality.But humans just gave it a name and did nothing else.He didn't do anything and just disappeared.died.The monster is locked in a cage.Only a human can awaken the monster, but that human killed the past.What can monsters do? Monsters can't be killed, they can only live - they are alive, but they stink of corpses.Everyone shunned this heresy.

So, Gan Luan stood up with a dazed expression: I, who was called a "human being" and died, am I the one who betrayed my heart?Paranoia is a cosmic disaster! "Dog." He caressed the dog's head, showing a bewildered smile, and the scene of the past life appeared in his eyes: "Let's start again, okay." Like filtering warm water.He grabbed his head and said viciously: "Forget about your 'paranoia script' within 5 minutes, or you will be stewed into a pot of dog meat."

Later, Gan Luan didn't lock the door, and in the middle of the night, he felt the cabbage nest beside him, but when he woke up, he was alone in the vegetable field.He wandered to another vegetable field and saw Gan Lan huddled by the window hugging one of its kind tightly.He covered him with a quilt, thinking, luckily it's a carpet, the carpet he specially laid before Gan Lan came.It's really prescient, ha, as long as you are calm enough and don't be confused by this fake story, then it's not a matter of minutes to get a paranoid dog!

Unfortunately, the "premise" following "only" is the ancestor of failure.

Then, that whole day, the paranoid dog stayed in the den (there was dog food in the room, which was prepared by an owner who was afraid that he would starve to death).The owner doesn't want to condescend, so he can only maintain his nobility by scratching his hair outside the door.His unyielding head seems to have been baptized by electric shocks, and the hairs are erected, and his thinking is as divergent as his hair: it is said that one must understand to be able to go deep, and to raise a dog is to know the temper, right?The primary goal is to know whether Gan Lan likes to catch a Frisbee or take a long walk.Yes or no?But what happened to this dog who suddenly became autistic?It's hard to guard against, hard to guard against!So, get a dog seriously and start with monitoring.Let's secretly install a camera in his room tomorrow... Everything is for the sake of justice!righteous!

Some things, just thinking about it, are very refreshing.Otherwise, how did those drug addicts come here.Yes, with the armor of justice, what about perverts? !Human nature has no rules before justice!That's it!All for the truth.He has already done everything he can to make a lunatic of unknown origin and intermittent madness his brother, he has fallen so far, so what if he is a voyeur (loud, eyes glaring, fearless in his heart)!Let's go forward on the path of abnormality!Any extreme is always beautiful!

Wait... The so-called monitoring Gan Lan, he naturally thought of it for fun, but he had never thought about monitoring it before.Just like the flash of lightning in the mountains illuminates the slant front missed by the vision, a new possibility, like the slant front that was seen, has been inserted in the mind and cannot be cut off.

"I don't know! I don't know! I thought you were wrong! He stares at you every day..." The little beauty dodged his eyes: "What else can I do? Steal, eavesdrop."

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Except for being too unscrupulous, Ye Li is just as easy to use as Ye Jing.If Ye Jing is the open road, Yeli is the small streets and alleys running through the city.Ask Ye Jing for general directions, and ask Ye Li for small details.In just a few hours, the entire old house and hundreds of tiny cameras were taken out by Ye Li and his subordinates one by one.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk." Ye Li shook a sack of labor fruits, and the two blushes on his face were as bright as a bumper harvest: "Be willing to bow down, willing to bow down." When this guy gets excited, he will lick his nails: "This group of people You even have to peep when you go to the bathroom."

"Be willing to bow down? Which wind are you riding on?"

Ye Li didn't notice Gan Luan's disheveled face, and said with a smile in his sleep: "Well, I was also curious. We Gan Lan's private... of..."

Gan Luan pulled out his earring, and inserted a hole again, Ye Li screamed, then suddenly fell silent.Gan Luan was staring at him, it felt like being immersed in darkness, all senses of sight, hearing, taste and smell were lost, only a cold and slippery touch was left, slowly wrapping around the upper limbs, it made you hallucinate the sound of "hissing", make you prefer instant death.

Ye Li jumped back and said angrily: "This matter is really too much! Do you want to inform Brother Jing? Just kidding, who are you, and what kind of worm are they, aren't they..." He changed the subject: "Now Why are you afraid of those birdmen!"

"Hehehe, Birdman..." He took out a tissue and gently wiped Ye Li's ears, but Ye Li didn't dare to move.He said: "Birdmen can fly, so the first thing we need to do is to cut off their wings one by one."

"You come with me."

They pried open Gan Xiao's previous room, and the furnishings in the room were ordinary, which was extremely inconsistent with Gan Xiao's flamboyant style.Gan Luan just said: "Demolition." Ye Li took the order smugly, this guy has a pretty good personality, easy-going, and doesn't hold grudges, unlike a paranoid dog who is narrow-minded.

Speaking of which, the paranoid dog won't die in the room, right?He didn't want to collect the corpse, so he asked Ye Li to investigate, and he was responsible for monitoring Ye Li from a distance: how hard it was, how humiliating it was.Ye Li called to open the door, and Gan Lan's first words were: "You can't kiss me."

Ye Li: "Eh? What a pity..."

Gan Luan couldn't help laughing, the torrent of nausea in his heart subsided a lot.However, he does not admit from the bottom of his heart that there is a causal relationship between the first two.

The result of Yeri's reconnaissance team was an encrypted laptop.He was flipping through the phone's address book: "I'm here to find a professional, but I didn't bring him today."

"If you want something professional, let him drink porridge." Gan Luan clattered on the computer, as if playing a difficult etude with extremely fast fingering, "Go in." Ye Li smashed the phone: "Brother! Steady !"

Gan Xiao's surname is not Gan.He had doubts about this sentence, and now there may be an explanation.There are a bunch of folders named after dates in the computer, and you can know what is inside without clicking on them.Still, he selected "living room" from a list of videos in a certain folder to confirm what he was filming.As if swallowing the nausea he just vomited back alive, his stomach was really twitching.Dates are all recent and may have been moved earlier.He also saw the sending record in Gan Xiao's mailbox - what "real uncle", Gan Xiao is just a dog raised by those perverts.

No wonder, no wonder.No wonder he doesn't like to follow the right path, no wonder his thoughts are easily perverted, he has a family of perverted relatives, he really deserves it.When eating meat, one should think of being bitten by livestock, and when eating vegetables, one should understand that grass is poisonous.

Then "abnormal" - should be sanctioned by "more abnormal".

#Note 1: From "Color Painting Collection", author Rimbaud, translator Wang Daoqian.

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Ye Li touches the rod bewilderedly, Gan Luan can't bear to look at the movement of his hand.But Ye Li said: "By the way, although Gan Lan's origin is currently unknown, his whereabouts in recent years can be seen at a glance because of Gan Xiao."