Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

The execution is over.The music stopped and the chandelier gradually lit up.

The inside of the terrace has been cleaned, it is empty, it is just a decoration.

Wei Zixu turned around, but Peng Min was gone at some point.He heard Zhao Lun's irregular breathing, sometimes heavy and sometimes shallow.So he turned his head slightly, and saw that Zhao Lun maintained the posture of propping his elbows on the back of the chair, facing the floor, and the trembling of his shoulders was hardly noticeable.

He was still wearing the jacket from the first day, made of copper-green material, which looked cheap at first glance, and the cuffs were worn out.The root of the yellow hair is black, obviously it has not been taken care of for a long time.This outfit matches his current state of dejection very well, and it makes people feel blocked at a glance.

Wei Zixu saw that his eyes were tightly closed, his expression was painful, his lips were tightly pursed, his body was stiff, like a dead tree rooted here.He treated Han Xiaona badly, but he was an acquaintance after all.Even if someone who has been reviled for so many years dies in front of his eyes, it is still unavoidable to mourn in his heart.

"You..." Wei Zixu said.

Wei Zixu's voice was like a pestle striking a bell, knocking open the bell covering him.

Zhao Lun raised his head with a "huh", turned around, turned his back to the glass terrace, and strode out the door.

He was the only one left in front of the balcony. He opened his collar and took a look in. The bandage was bleeding, so he turned and walked to his room.When passing Liujing's room, Wei Zixu found the door opened and the corpse was lying on the bed with eyes closed.The sleeping position that Wei Zixu helped him put into was peaceful and well-behaved, maybe that man had never been so well-behaved in his entire life.

He was betrayed since he was a child, impoverished, his licentious life fueled tyranny, and finally he was tempted by the novelty, having sex in the pleasure of death, it was really a suitable way of death for him.Wei Zixu thought, he really doesn't understand that kind of life, but it's not his duty to understand and tolerate people like Liujing.

After entering the door, Wei Zixu took off his clothes in front of the mirror and put on a clean bandage.During this period of time, he lost a lot of blood, and he often felt cold hands and feet, as if his whole body was soaked in icy sea water, and that dream became more and more real.

During the movement, the two nails on his left hand were dazzlingly blue.Wei Zixu stopped, turned over the back of his hand to study.The edges of the nail polish were peeling off and mottled, and the fat and clumsy whale was struggling to swim and could no longer surface.But the middle part is still very blue, as beautiful as when it was just finished, which shows that Han Xiaona was very careful when applying the fixing oil to him.

Wei Zixu couldn't help wondering, did Han Xiaona believe that he was a wolf when she did his nails? Did she do all this just to lower his defenses?Or did she not think so much, didn't think about killing Wei Zixu, didn't think about killing Lu Yu, didn't think about Liujing's death, but simply thought that good-looking hands should be matched with good-looking nails?

No matter what she thought, she would never tell Wei Zixu herself.

Wei Zixu didn't want to see these two nails again.

"Uh, how do I unload this..."

Wei Zixu squinted his eyes and rubbed it on for a long time, but he took off a little bit of nail polish, and the trend was still there.Moreover, bending the broken thumb was very painful. Wei Zixu was picking nail polish under the light by the window, and he felt angry when he picked it.

Rushing to the kitchen and taking out a kitchen knife from the cupboard, Wei Zixu collected himself and sat on the bar stool facing the door.

He held the handle of the kitchen knife with his right hand and tilted it at a thirty-degree angle, intending to scrape nail polish like rust.The sharp blade was a few millimeters away from the nail, Wei Zixu felt that it was unreasonable in his heart, could it be that Han Xiaona removes nail polish like this every day, what kind of courage is this...

"what are you doing!"

There was a scream from the kitchen door, and Mo Wanxiang covered his mouth, unable to believe that Wei Zixu wanted to chop off his finger.

"Ah, you're here." Wei Zixu smiled, and took away the kitchen knife, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to remove the nail polish."

"Nail polish remover?" Mo Wanxiang approached Wei Zixu suspiciously, and saw his two shiny blue nails on the table.

"Use a kitchen knife to unload?" She frowned and asked.

Wei Zixu thought that she was also a woman and should know a lot, so he followed her words and asked, "Should I use another knife to remove it?"

His serious tone of asking for advice made Mo Wanxiang dumbfounded. In her opinion, this was a common-sense question, but Wei Zixu didn't understand it.But ignorance of common sense is better than self-mutilation, so she asked Wei Zixu to put the kitchen knife back, "I need nail polish remover for this, I'll go back to my room to get it."

Mo Wanxiang gently held Wei Zixu's fingers, and applied a layer of jelly ointment on him, and the nail polish gradually melted and faded.

"It's pretty nice, it's a pity to take it off." Mo Wanxiang said as he played with Wei Zixu's fingers.

During her school days, she lived a simple life and did not go to the nail shop to do her nails a few times.It takes a lot of thought to keep beautiful, which is a hindrance to the monotonous and hard study life.But women have a natural yearning for beautiful things, such as manicures that she wants to do but has no time to do.

"Good-looking is good-looking..." Wei Zixu said, his eyes darkened, "But it reminds me of her."

She should be referring to Han Xiaona.Mo Wanxiang remembered that Han Xiaona had just done Wei Zixu's nails, and he smiled and said it was a proof of sisterhood.

The proof of sisterhood has always been there, but she beat the witch violently, voted the good man to death, and finally framed Wei Zixu as poisoning the wolf.When Wei Zixu saw these two nails again, he must have felt very uncomfortable.

The fingers held in her hands were purple and scarred, and she was terrified when she saw them.Wei Zixu obviously didn't provoke others, but he was covered with scars, which is really distressing.It's not surprising that Mo Wanxiang has such thoughts. She is timid, so she always thinks of her heart in a soft place.Without Wei Zixu, she would have died of electric shock the next night.Wei Zixu rescued her, broke the wall lamp, and gave her the only shadow in the audience, allowing her to spend so many nights with peace of mind.But she couldn't do anything for Wei Zixu, she just watched him suffer.

Thinking of this, she moved more gently, which could at least relieve his pain a little.

"Thank you very much." Wei Zixu withdrew his hand, inspecting his intact and clean nails with satisfaction, "Women are really careful and gentle with others."

He looked at Mo Wanxiang and smiled, "I'm not afraid of making fun of you if you say it. When I was young, I often envied the friendship of girls. There was a feeling of sharing secrets and concerns. It was so intimate that no one else was allowed to intervene. I I've always wanted a friendship like that."

The sun was shining now, but Mo Wanxiang suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

"This is our secret."

In the dark night, Chang Huaijin pressed her hand, and spoke in a threatening way.

The lecture hall was empty and closed, and there seemed to be ghosts behind each desk, watching their crimes and remaining silent.

"Senior, but..."

Mo Wanxiang bit her lip, smelling rust, she looked at Chang Huaijin in a panic.Her calm and introverted senior was a different person, blocking her actions and not allowing her to back down.The hand that the senior sister held her was icy cold, and there seemed to be a cold light in her eyes, which made her hair stand on end.

"It's our secret. If neither of us mention it, no one will know what's going on here."

Mo Wanxiang avoided the topic Wei Zixu brought up, and lowered her head in embarrassment, covering up the flash of panic in her eyes.

"Well, just after DEATHTHEATER ended, I saw Peng Min hurried out, his face was not very good, is he okay?"

"What?" Wei Zixu looked worried, "Then I'll go out and look for him."

Mo Wanxiang nodded, stood up, and was about to retreat to her room.Wei Zixu said behind her: "You are too thin, why don't you come to the kitchen to have a good meal at noon, and call Zhao Lun by the way."

"Okay." Mo Wanxiang replied.

Wei Zixu had no idea where Peng Min would go.Mo Wanxiang said that his complexion was not good, but Wei Zixu had never encountered such a situation.

In my impression, he cares about the direction of DEATHSHOW except during the trial, and doesn't care about it at other times. He cooks and keeps fit, and maintains his day-to-day living habits, as if he is happy with the situation.When others were afraid of scolding or taking risks, he never had many mood swings, and was always cheerful and optimistic, as reliable as his strong body.At least on the surface.

Wei Zixu left the porch and stepped onto the grass.The noon sun was bright, with the heroic appearance of summer, more dazzling than the incandescent lamp that accompanied him all night without closing his eyes, and the dazzling was a bit annoying.Wei Zixu raised his palm to cover it, but there was no heat from the sun, and the grass was cold and green, and he could see it very clearly.

He walked west, intending to go to the lake to look for it.

Passing the cemetery, he saw a man squatting in front of the row of tombstones.The man in the yellow hair jacket faced the inscription with the posture of a hooligan, muttering something, with a helpless expression on his face, as if he had just been ransacked.Wei Zixu thought that Zhao Lun was not a sentimental person, but he did stay there, devastated in front of Lu Yu's tombstone.He said a lot, maybe as much as the rest of his life added up.

When Wei Zixu saw someone, he thought about whether he should go to Han Xiaona's grave to put on a show.

But Zhao Lun didn't pay attention to this, so as to save Wei Zixu from getting involved.Zhao Lun didn't know how to give a eulogy, and he couldn't remember those elegant sentence patterns, but every plain language he said was more valuable than Wei Zixu's.

Peng Min was indeed by the lake.

One leg was bent, his chin rested listlessly on his knee, and the other long leg lay across.He sat on the ground silently, looking at the dead branches and leaves washed ashore by the lake, pulling up the roots of the grass with one hand, and he didn't do anything.

The sun hangs above his head, the sunlight is pure white, and his shadow shrinks under him, almost nothing.Wei Zixu saw it from a distance, and felt that it had the taste of a surreal oil painting.Wei Zixu doesn't believe in such things as "fate".Being found so easily shows that he didn't want to hide at all.A smile naturally appeared on Wei Zixu's face.

"Minze, it's too hot, go to the shade of a tree." Wei Zixu walked to him.

Peng Min looked up at him and had to squint his eyes: "No. I want to bask in the sun and be warm."

Peng Min did not move, and Wei Zixu also sat down to accompany him.As soon as he sat down, Peng Min became uncomfortable, bent his legs, and focused on looking at the sparkling water.This is a defensive posture.Even though his expression was normal, Wei Zixu could still feel a trace of frustration.Wei Zixu was looking for an entry point, but he spoke first:

"Wei Zixu, have you ever had complicated feelings for someone?"

"Complicated?" Wei Zixu was surprised: "Actually, I think it's rare for things like feelings to be so pure. There are always various feelings mixed together, and it's just that one kind of feeling is greater than the others. emotion."

Peng Min still looked towards the lake, "What if it's conflicting emotions? For example, when I saw him, I felt respect, but when I thought about what he did, I couldn't help but hate him."

"Is that so?" Wei Zixu realized, "It's a very contradictory feeling. Let me think about it...ah, I did. A college classmate of mine once gave me a similar feeling." He turned to Peng Minze and smiled. "But not as strong as you. Min Ze, do you want to hear it?"

Peng Min nodded.

"That guy is very conceited, he often talks big, and he is unreliable. But you know he can't do it, but you still want to believe him."

The very pompous guy wore the red scarf Wei Zixu had chosen to wrap around his yellowed white coat collar and black shirt.Snow fell in the foggy evening, and on the other side of the river, the palace and mansions were blurred.Most of his face was buried in the scarf, and white air escaped from the gap in the scarf, while his exposed eyes were clear and clear, without a trace of hazy moisture.

The current of the Thames River was calm, unlike Wei Zixu's mood at that time.He finally confessed: "Johnson really had a good line. 'Nearly all absurdity comes from imitating people we can't possibly resemble.'"

Wei Zixu looked at him.It doesn't look like imitation, because their essence is completely different.

"You are the kind of person I most want to be."

clever.pure.cruel.numbness.

His eyes were bent, and he stretched out his knuckle hand to pull down the scarf: "Hey, Wei Zixu, why do you admire me so much?"

After Wei Zixu finished speaking, he found that he couldn't express more in words.The lake in front of him was much narrower than the Thames River, and the dizzy sunlight reminded him of snow falling in the fog, and in the blink of an eye, another cool snowflake fell on the tip of his nose.And he sat beside Wei Zixu with his legs bent, and said to Wei Zixu solemnly:

"Wei Zixu, I will... you."

So Wei Zixu turned his head eagerly, while Peng Min said thoughtfully, "Is that so, is it very common?"

He knew Peng Minze only through actions.He overemphasizes optimism and rarely expresses negativity.He has a homely personality, but he lacks the company of his family since he was a child.He is not interested in art, but frequently visits art places.The person he mentions the most is "Mr."He mentioned that his husband likes him to wear white, that he sings nursery rhymes to elementary school students, that he lectures on general relativity in front of a swing, and that he mentioned everything about his past in detail.

But never mention the present.

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