Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

Wei Zixu held a laser gun, hugged the trunk of the birch tree, and climbed up the treetop in twos and threes.

This place is located at the junction of the first floor and the second floor, and the leaves perfectly cover Wei Zixu's figure.He waited patiently with a leaf in his mouth.

Ten minutes later, the curtains in Han Xiaona's room moved. She opened one side of the curtains, looked out for a moment, climbed onto the window sill, and raised the upper window a thin slit.

As expected.Wei Zixu swallowed the leaves.

This woman said that she is very sensitive to smells, and the nail polish has to be moved to the hall to apply.Wei Zixu imagined that she must be able to smell the smell after the love/event.It's just that her act of opening the window to ventilate immediately was a bit risky, and it was too smooth for Wei Zixu.Was she in such a hurry to dispel the smell because someone else would come to her room?And she didn't want that person to find out what they had just done?But these have nothing to do with Wei Zixu.

As for why he saw Han Xiaona pulling Lu Yu away, he expected it to be love/things, and he can only sum it up with the phrase "excellent experience".

He adjusted the angle, and when Han Xiaona turned her back to the window, he turned on the laser gun and shot through her carotid artery precisely.

Immediately, a beam of red light flashed across the room, and Han Xiaona knelt down on the ground, clutching her neck with her right palm, left the window, and struggled to crawl towards the corner.Wei Zixu was worried that the sound she made would attract others, so he didn't plan to stay for long, so he retracted his gun and evacuated from the canopy.

Afterwards, he jumped onto the wall, grasped the window sill on the second floor with his fingers, quickly climbed to the other side of the mansion, landed lightly, and walked towards the lake in a generous manner.

Wei Zixu took a walk to the lake, it was completely dark.

He sat on the straw blanket, the three-inch-thick grass was dry and soft.The surface of the lake is pitch black, and today is a cloudy day, with no moon or stars in sight.Wei Zixu quietly looked at the undulating lake water.The water will hit the shore layer by layer, returning a cold corpse, the body is swollen and soft, and the skin is covered with salt particles.Was it cloudy that day too?

Wei Zixu was surprised, he didn't like recalling the past.Since the opening of DEATHSHOW this time, he couldn't help recalling a lot.Deliberately forgotten, and full of regret. The director set the time, background, trial and execution, so that a person's life slowly advances like a drama, with a beginning and a turn, ending in an instant after the climax, leaving only lingering lingering sounds.But the life of most people is very ordinary, without beginning and end, suddenly interrupted in the trivial day after day, which is boring and absurd.

"Hahahahahaha..." He suddenly laughed.

He'd seen a lot of people die, and he should have gotten used to it.

Perhaps because he has seen too much, he has gradually become a person who has no expectations for the future.Those who wait for a person, an experience, and a relationship to bring salvation, those who believe that a contract, a sentence of law, and a bunch of dog-meat friends can provide protection, shuttle around Wei Zixu happily.And he is also willing to mingle with the crowd. When he heard those positive stories, he clapped his hands and showed a child-like innocent and bright smile, like a sunflower whose rhizomes are full of water, always chasing the light.

At that time, Wei Zixu would always think, so they still have such vain fantasies.

Wei Zixu thought for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he was a little embarrassed, stood up and patted his butt, feeling like he was thinking too much today, like a literati poet, sour.

Investigate the reason, maybe because you just killed someone?That's right, such an unusual activity as killing someone should be touched.But the description of the process is that he presses the switch, shuts down, and leaves. The killing process on the wolf side is nothing compared to DEATHTHEATER, and it doesn't take up a few frames during the broadcast.

The meaning of killing is far greater than the process of killing, but Wei Zixu doesn't know Han Xiaona, killing someone who doesn't understand, to him, it's like banning an unopened script, no matter how good the story is, it's unknown, It just doesn't exist.

A light glowed faintly on the pitch-black water, and the light source was not far from Wei Zixu, and he followed the light curiously.

"Yo! Don't appear so quietly, you'll scare me." Peng Min was pulling a rope under a tree, when he heard footsteps suddenly, he turned his body like a spinning top.

"Minze, you are here." Wei Zixu smiled happily, his eyes caught a glimpse of the thick hemp rope in his hand, and immediately widened his eyes, "Why are you tying the rope to the tree? Minze, although the current The situation is quite hopeless, don't you think about it? Let me tell you that it is very painful to suffocate."

"Huh? Who can't think about it?" Peng Min followed his gaze and looked at the rope in his hand, "You don't fucking think I'm going to hang myself, do you? A rope, riveted to the branch, absolutely strong, and I'm now measuring the position of the swing seat."

"Ah, that's it, haha...hahaha." Wei Zixu smiled apologetically.

Peng Min finished the measurement and took out the finished swing seat to Wei Zixu for a look.In the warm yellow light of the portable lamp, Wei Zixu saw a deep groove dug in the middle of the solid wood seat, and the seat back was also high, trying to slide his butt down and be dragged by the swing was as difficult as juggling.

Peng Min put down the seat and rested with his hips crossed, "Wait to make a rough idea, ask Luo He to sit on it and test whether it is firm or not."

Wei Zixu: "Huh? Why did you ask Professor Luo to do the experiment?"

Peng Min didn't change his face: "He has a solid skin."

Wei Zixu: "Oh... Really."

Wei Zixu didn't want to continue to entangle why Luo He was the most skinny among the group of people. He looked at the prototype of the swing with admiration, "It's really well done, did you carve it all yourself?"

"Well, this kind of solid wood material is soft and easy to cut, and it has a layer of varnish."

Wei Zixu looked at him: "You really like swings."

Peng Min laughed, but did not respond directly to this sentence: "Have you ever seen a lifebuoy, the kind that a small boat would hang on when going out to sea. In the past, there were often broken lifebuoys in the village, and it was not safe to repair them, so my lord They put a cotton cover inside, made it into a swing seat and hung it up for the children to play."

He thought of those simple swings, but they are a paradise for children. There are countless friends when they go out of the house, and they never feel lonely.The warm light made his face semi-bright and half-dark, and the corners of his mouth were bent into a soft arc: "Our place is not as competitive as the key schools in the city, and the elementary school students are not willing to take classes in the classroom. There are always people who skip class and go out to play. So the teacher simply changed the place of class to be next to a swing, and the children were quietly swinging on the swing and listening to him.”

"Dabao, do you know what is the shortest between two points?"

The boy with no front teeth opened his mouth wide: "I know! Between two points, the line is the shortest!"

"Eh?" The man tilted his head in confusion: "Why do you say that? Do you have any way to prove it?"

Before Dabao could speak, the little girl with braids next to him spoke first: "Because the math teacher said so!"

"Oh...but the math teacher can't prove it?"

"The math teacher drew on the blackboard!"

"Hehehe," the man laughed, and sat on the grass with his palms back on the ground. He didn't look like a teacher at all, "but he can only draw on the blackboard. Points and line segments are different in nature. It exists. For example, Dabao’s mother asked Dabao to sell fish. From here to the fish market, if Dabao followed the shortest straight line, he would have to swim through the ditch and climb over the house. The time it takes is not shorter than taking a detour ah?"

"But...but," the little girl felt that what the man said was wrong, but she was too young to find any strong evidence to refute him, so she stammered, "But there are straight things! Chopsticks are straight, and chopsticks are straight. If you put two bowls on both ends, if you bend the chopsticks into a curved shape, you won’t be able to reach them. Doesn’t it mean that the shortest line between two points is the line segment?”

"Well, that's right, Xiao Hua is a good boy. But, are chopsticks really straight? The shadow of the chopsticks is straight when cast on the ground, but curved when cast on the surface of the lifebuoy, and the shortest distance between two points Is it this bent chopstick?"

Everything distorted in different planes emerged in the man's mind. He squinted his eyes happily, sat up straight, and said in a tone of heart-to-heart conversation with children: "Chopsticks are not necessarily straight. If you change the medium, it will be different. And the world we live in is not as uniform as the traces on the blackboard. Everyone is swinging, but they are stationary to a larger system. The rules that the math teacher said do not apply in real life. Time does not Always go forward first. Light doesn't travel in a straight line..."

"Sir is talking strange things again." The children whispered, "Sir, tell us the story of Snow White!"

The man was intoxicated in an overly abstract imagination. When he heard the children's request, his attention was drawn back, and he smiled and said, "Haven't I said it many times?"

"Because the Snow White that Mr. talks about is different every time!"

"Alright, then this time, let's start with the hunter killing Snow White..."

"What?" Wei Zixu frowned in surprise, "That gentleman of yours is teaching general relativity to a group of elementary school students?"

Peng Min's expression was quite proud: "Mr. is always unexpected."

Wei Zixu now began to have some interest in the gentleman that Peng Minze always talked about. Seeing how proud he was, he couldn't help teasing: "You two have such a good relationship. You seem to like that gentleman very much, which makes me a little jealous."

"Ah? What's there to be jealous about?" Peng Min scratched his head, "By the way, speaking of a good relationship, you and Luo He have gotten too close recently, and that person has too many eyes, you'd better avoid him. There is Liujing who lives next to you, I think he has no good intentions for you, it’s too unsafe to be alone with you two on the west side of the second floor, call me if something happens.”

Wei Zixu originally listened with half understanding, but when he listed these two people, Wei Zixu took a look and put on a meaningful smile: "Min Ze, you know what you are doing now and we What is it called?"

"Huh? What?"

"It's called 'eating flying vinegar'."

"Hey, what's that?"

"Flying vinegar."

"Huh? Damn, who is jealous? Whose jealousy? You have such a strange idea!"

Wei Zixu rested his chin on one hand, admiring his incoherent appearance.He felt that although Peng Min's body was thick and muscular, his face was not hot enough. If there was enough light during the day, the color changes on his face would be very exciting.

Wei Zixu stretched out two fingers and broke the first one to explain to Peng Min: "Professor Luo and I are just friends, but I keep pestering him to ask some questions that I don't understand, but I'm actually bothering him. "

He snapped his second finger again: "As for Liujing, you don't have to worry. He is straight."

"Who isn't straight anymore..." Peng Min muttered.

"But since you brought it up," Wei Zixu's eyes were slightly curved, and his smile was full of doting. Peng Min's spine felt a chill when he saw it, and he became worried in another sense, "I will pay attention to avoiding it. It makes you feel uncomfortable. I won't do it."

"Um...no, that's not what I meant..." Peng Min realized that he had said something wrong. He originally told him to remind him, but now he had a deeper misunderstanding.But it's not all his fault, Peng Min really has no experience in dealing with gay guys, and he is still a gay guy who likes himself, although if this gay guy changes gender, he can be said to be lucky.

"So don't be jealous." Wei Zixu continued to appreciate his sudden fatigue, and resisted the urge to feed him bone biscuits and rub his rough dog's neck for a massage, "It's late now, put the tools here first, I'll take you back."

He walked a few steps, turned around and saw Peng Min still looking at the lake at a loss.

I heard that there are many dogs, if the owner does not come to take them, they like to stay outside and never go home.Wei Zixu thought so.

Really nerve-racking.