Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

There are several books standing on the bookshelf, which are still the philosophy books he brought back at the beginning.After Luo He's death, he never went to the study, there was no need for him.

Wei Zixu can't read books now, his heart is impetuous and cramped.But when he looked inside, he saw an endless abyss.The more he wanted to see through, the more depressed he felt.In the abyss, countless huge and terrifying things were also staring at Wei Zixu.

He didn't know why Luo He could watch it anytime and anywhere, as if nothing could frighten him.

He went to the bookshelf and picked up a copy, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", he spread the spine of the book on his palm, and the pages were separated at the front, he glanced at the title: "On the Market Fly" .

"Flee into your solitude, I saw you stung by the poisonous fly; flee into your solitude, into the bitter cold wind."

Wei Zixu closed the book and smiled slightly.

Even you said so.

At the desk behind him, with his back to him, sat a man.Wearing a pure white robe, he wrote vigorously.

Nietzsche went mad ten years before his death and never wrote anything worthwhile again.His sister dressed him in white and dressed him up as a saint for people to admire.But Nietzsche, deranged, was at her mercy.He was the most harmless of the visions Wei Zixu saw, and he only knew how to write with his back turned.Wei Zixu still doesn't know the reason for his formation.

Wei Zixu walked behind him.

Why don't you turn around and look at me?Wei Zixu thought, this is really unreasonable.Seeing visions is a precursor to schizophrenia, and those hallucinations are mostly tormenting the patient, arising from feelings of fear or shame.For example, Wei Zixu, the phantom he saw was the dead who was framed by him, and somewhere in his heart, he thought that they should not die like that, but this kind of weak thought was dispelled by reason and deeply hidden.

Nietzsche does not belong to this category, he is even the object of Wei Zixu's favor

The philosopher who persuaded people to flee into solitude was finally defeated by solitude.

Wei Zixu turned around and leaned against the edge of the desk.In fact, he really wanted to meet Nietzsche face to face, to see the guide who claimed to be the sun.

If one can really achieve the pure solitude he mentioned, then one is not far from madness, right?

When it was time for dinner, Wei Zixu left on time, the kitchen door was closed, he raised his hand to turn the doorknob.

Holding the brass handle with his fingers, he saw the two shiny blue nails again.The azure blue like the sea gradually becomes lighter from the root, as if gradually approaching the sea level.Glitter flakes are ground into fine pieces, scattered into the nail polish, it is the broken sunlight on the sea surface, ups and downs, turbulent and turbulent.The nail of the little finger is simply embedded in the dark lines, and the nail of the ring finger is an important strategic target. On it, there is a bulging whale swimming towards the sea level.

The whale is fat and heavy, and the weight can be felt from the two-dimensional painting.

She was afraid that she had misunderstood the whale, Wei Zixu thought, if she hadn't said it, he would have thought it was a puffer fish.

Wei Zixu spread his five fingers and looked at the back of his hand.He felt a little conflicted in his heart, and in the end he only allowed her to do two nails.

It's actually quite beautiful.

As soon as this idea popped up, Wei Zixu immediately snuffed it out, feeling a chill in his heart, hoping not to awaken any serious habit.

In the kitchen, Peng Min made seven or eight kinds of dishes in this "small stove", including rice and noodles, rice with beans and coriander.Wei Zixu said he wanted to eat with him, and the dinner that was supposed to be hastily turned into a cooking show.He used to cook politely and ask what he wanted to eat, but this time he opened it up, without adding a limit, and poured out the recipes in his mind.

However, the screening criteria are still strict, and dishes without more than five processes cannot be sold.

Seeing how sumptuous the dinner was, Wei Zixu thought he had paid for it.

As usual, Peng Min only had egg whites and grains, a steamed sea bream, a bowl of multigrain oatmeal, and skim milk.The bowls, chopsticks and chopsticks he conjured up like a magic trick were placed on Wei Zixu's side.Just as Wei Zixu entered, he baked pineapple meat with cheese.

Wei Zixu originally expected two servings of chicken salad, who knew he would treat it so differently.He has a high awareness of fitness, and his diet is extremely low in calories. When he cooks for Wei Zixu, he suddenly turns into his child's father. If he doesn't get fat, he loses.Wei Zixu still remembers that on the third day he objected to Wei Zixu ordering takeaway. Wei Zixu now thinks it is better to take out food, and distribute according to money, not according to person, which is easy to predict scientifically and intuitively.

"Why did you come here? The dishes are cold."

Peng Min saw him coming in, and said this, probably as a complaint, but he rushed to the rice cooker with a rice spoon to fill the rice, but he felt a sense of happiness that he was finally waiting for someone.

Wei Zixu walked to the opposite side of the bar, and the delicious dishes were arranged in a circle around him.The rice cooker was in the corner of the kitchen stove, and Peng Min leaned over to serve the rice. The white T-shirt was covered with a brown apron, and the apron strap was tied with a bow on the back of his neck.There is no size of this apron, they are all one size fits all, if it is put on his rough body, it can only cover half of his body, and if it is any smaller, it will become a bellyband.Wei Zixu could imagine that the top part of the apron must be close to his chest muscles when he tied the straps so tightly, and a small hill was propped up, with deep shadows revealed from under the apron. Show energy.

Whoever came up with the idea of ​​a nude apron did a really good job.Wei Zixu thought.

He thought Wei Zixu came late, but Wei Zixu specifically confirmed that it was exactly 7 o'clock when he came, not too early or too late.But he was very experienced, so he would not argue with Peng Minze about time, so he just smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, you've waited so long."

"Who asked you to apologize." Peng Min muttered.He came to cook two hours in advance, not to make Wei Zixu feel guilty, he just wanted to let him know.But Wei Zixu understood the meaning of his words immediately, and it seemed that he was caressing.Peng Min didn't understand which one had the problem, he or Wei Zixu.All of Wei Zixu's actions were in line with his intentions, which made him at a loss as to what to do.

"Here you are." Peng Min served the rice, Wei Zixu walked over and took the white rice as high as a mountain.

Wei Zixu learned from his pig-feeding method of expression.

"Why is the door closed?" The kitchen door was pushed open again, and it was Zhao Lun who came in. He was stunned when he saw the two people feasting, and his tongue was flowing.

"Do you have food?" He rubbed his belly, looked at Peng Minze, "Can I..."

"No." Peng Min replied firmly.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet." Zhao Lun slammed, "Anyway, you two can't eat, so I can take a plate away, right?"

Peng Min said, "He can eat it."

Wei Zixu is suffering in his heart, Min Ze, you think too much of my appetite.

"Tch, really picky." Zhao Lun pouted, went to the refrigerator and found a box of frozen sashimi. "What bird language is written on this label, instruction manual?" Peng Min moved two steps away from him, shifted the rice spoon to his left hand, and took a look at the box: "This is the introduction of the place of origin. This fish is from Norway. The sea area marked with geographic location, water temperature and quality, and quality appraisal."

Wei Zixu was inside him, and he could only see the densely written English on the label.

With that number of words, let him read it, and he can't read it to the end at a glance.So Wei Zixu pretended to ask casually: "Is this kind of label common on seafood packaging?" He asked in English.

"It's not common. High-end products like to be marked like this, which looks valuable." He replied in English without thinking.After answering, I came to my senses and added a sentence: "Why do you suddenly speak English?"

"Min Ze," Wei Zixu asked with a smile, "Have you ever stayed abroad before? Your spoken English is really good."

Peng Min glanced at him: "No, I only went on a trip."

He was born in a small fishing village, and came to live in the city after he became sensible. If he had only traveled abroad, how could he speak such fluent English without thinking?If it is said that it is influenced by the people around it, it will not be those simple villagers.Except for the villagers, there was only one person who stayed with him the longest.Wei Zixu narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked tentatively, "Is that 'sir' of yours a foreigner?"

"Here, here are your chopsticks." Peng Min handed him a pair of chopsticks, as if he didn't hear his question.

"Thank you." Wei Zixu smiled, and took the spoon by the stove, "You don't need to get me a spoon, I can just use this."

"Ah?" Peng Min was taken aback, "This is for me to taste the dishes, you can replace it with a clean one."

Wei Zixu dipped the spoon into the rice: "It's okay, I like this."

Peng Min was a little embarrassed by his straightforward performance, and turned his gaze elsewhere, and saw Wei Zixu's two conspicuous nails.

"What's this?" He stared.

Wei Zixu looked down, "Oh, this." He sighed with a smile, and said resignedly, "Sisterhood."

Hearing what he said, Peng Min also laughed, and resisted pinching his slender fingers with his hands, "It's pretty pretty."

Zhao Lun was messing around beside the two of them.

He also saw Wei Zixu's nails, and just wanted to laugh at his sissy, but Peng Min affectionately praised his beauty.Where does it look good, is it perverted?And the tableware here does not need to be washed by yourself, some new spoons can be used, why use others' used ones?What happened to them, is this normal?

Outside the kitchen, the hall was quiet, and there were two people sitting on the leisure sofa on the west side of the stairs.

"Ahem!" Han Xiaona sat on the sofa across from Liujing, with her head raised and her chest upright, like a long-necked swan in courtship.She is holding a glass cup to drink water, with her four fingers pointing towards the well, her red nails are enchanting against the background of the pure water cup.

Liu Jing exhaled a puff of smoke and asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Han Xiaona was still addicted to being a young lady who was praised by Wei Zixu, but Liujing didn't cooperate. She glanced at her, then lay back on the back of the sofa, and slowly took a big puff of cigarette.His facial features were three-dimensional, and his eyes were buried deep in the shadows amidst the smoke.Every time he smokes in silence, Han Xiaona will be habitually afraid, he can always think of new ways to hurt her, which spring up continuously like mushrooms after rain.So her attitude became weak: "That's right, don't you find anything different about me?"

Hearing this, Liu Jing looked over, but he didn't arouse his interest at all: "I didn't find it."

"It's nails!" Han Xiaona couldn't help reminding: "I changed to a new color!"

"Really. It's almost the same." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

He doesn't need to do that business here, he just puts on casual clothes every day and messes up his hair. Compared with before, he can be said to be unkempt.He has a good foundation, and his image can be changed according to the taste of the guests. He does it with ease.However, such things as temperament have nothing to do with superficial skills. No matter whether it is jewelry or designer clothes, they can't cover up the barrenness.

Growing up in a muddy environment, do you still expect to be able to bloom white lotus?Even if you've ever had that daydream, at least you have to find the seeds first.Liujing hadn't found it, he had never found such a seed.His life is always muddy, and the low-level people around him are like mud, smelly and sticky.Hearing that a life of luxury is easy to get used to, Rui thought, those lucky people may not know that life in the mud is also easy to get used to, and no matter how high you climb, you will always smell of mud on your body .

He was used to seeing the irritable and decadent people around him who were just passing by, and his heart was gradually filled with irresolvable violence.Until a guest once asked him to play this way, he immediately developed this despicable habit.When he abuses others to his heart's content, he gets a superior sense of happiness.Maybe the upper class disdains this kind of happiness, and he can't imagine the happiness of the upper class, but he indulges in this kind of self-satisfaction and becomes even more depraved.

Will being involved in DEATHSHOW be a turning point?

When Li Zhen died, the director scattered thousands of hundred-yuan bills. He had seen them, and they were all genuine. Since DEATHSHOW can spend so much on execution, it will only be more generous as a prize, and it is worth taking the risk.Anyway, the worst thing is to return to the life before.

It's getting dark already, will Wei Zixu act tonight?

Liu Jing always remembered the way Wei Zixu looked at him when he grabbed his wrist in the corridor after the execution ended the next day.It is more disgusting than mud, a kind of bottomless dirt.Almost immediately, Liu Jing was sure: there was something wrong with this person.

It may be that people will develop special abilities if they are accompanied by danger for a long time.His instincts were always right.

If Wei Zixu is not a wolf, then his problem is probably bigger than the wolf.

After thinking about this, Liujing flicked off the soot, looked at Han Xiaona, and seriously said:

"Get that one ready, it might be used tonight."

The author has something to say: There are too many homework, please add two updates, that is to say, there will be an update on May 5