I Rely on Kisses to Clear Survival Games

The faint fragrance of roses permeated the air, Cheng Zhichu suddenly felt a strong dizziness, his eyes turned black, and he almost fainted.

When he opened his eyes and his vision returned to normal, he was shocked to find that he was standing in a sea of ​​blooming roses, red petals were flying all over the sky, and the breeze was filled with rich and strong fragrance.

"Zhichu, come here, how about taking a look at this photo that Dad took of you?"

At this time, Cheng Zhichu discovered that his body was not under his control, he seemed to be lodged in another person's body, upon hearing this familiar call, the owner of the body moved his eyes, and then Cheng Zhichu saw the still very young Dad, Dad is holding a digital camera in his hand, showing a gentle smile to him.

dad?Why is he here?

Cheng Zhichu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his vision was very low, and his voice was quite immature: "Okay, Dad, I'm coming out."

Then he lowered his gaze, and Cheng Zhichu saw a pair of white and tender little hands, carefully pushing the roses away to prevent the thorns from pricking him, and slowly moved outwards.

This is my childhood self?

Cheng Zhichu suddenly remembered the portrait he saw before he fell into a coma. In the painting, he was standing in the middle of a sea of ​​roses, with a bright smile, innocent and clear eyes, not stained with dust.

Could it be that he is in the world in the painting now, and is still attached to himself when he was a child?

What about a game of hide and seek?The ghost once mentioned that the place to play the game is not in the villa, but somewhere else. If it refers to the world in the painting, how can he play the game now that he can't gain control of his body?

And there seemed to be quite a few people here, who did that ghost turn into, and which "person" did he want to hide?

At this time, there was a wind blowing in the air, and in Cheng Zhichu's field of vision, the petals changed their shape in an instant, and faintly turned into some words.

"The game has not yet started. After the countdown ends, you will gain control of your body, but now is not the time."

"During this time, you'll learn what you're hiding."

"You can guess who the 'person' you're hiding from is."

Cheng Zhichu was a little uneasy, he tried to open the system backpack, and called the system and the little bear, but there was no response, and the petals changed the way they were arranged to form a new sentence.

"Stop trying to call 'it', it doesn't make sense."

"The rules here are equally valid for you and me, we can only use the power of "human beings"."

"You can only rely on yourself."

In other words, he will use this child's body to escape later?

Cheng Zhichu's heart sank slightly. After he finished reading the text, the petals suddenly disintegrated and melted into the wind.

But the tourists near Huahai seem to know nothing about this weird phenomenon, and they are still enjoying the rare beauty.

The boy also didn't notice the weirdness of the petals. After taking the photo, he threw himself into his father's arms happily, flipping through the photos inside with the digital camera, until his father said it was time to take a photo of his sister. Handing the camera to Dad, he stood by and waited.

"Lingling, you also stand in the flowers like your brother, but don't go in too far, don't step on the flowers. Also, be careful of the spikes on the stems."

"Ok!"

The little girl who was younger than the boy nodded obediently, stood among the flowers, with a sweet smile on her face, pulled up the hem of the gauze skirt, and posed in a cute pose for her father to take a picture of her.

At this time, she didn't notice the protrusion of the clod under her feet, she accidentally stepped on it, her body tilted suddenly, and she fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Lingling, are you okay?" The mother, who was smiling all over her face, immediately showed concern and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, luckily I didn't get these flowers!"

The little girl responded to her mother with a smile, patted the dirt on her body and stood up. Seeing that the rose was not hurt by her, she was quietly relieved.

While observing the roses, she suddenly saw a small piece of white under the flowers. She didn't know what it was, so she picked it up curiously, and found that it was a very hard thing, like a stone, but there were jagged spots all around. The uneven edges and corners are more like fragments left after a hard object breaks.

"Look, what is this?"

The little girl picked up the fragment and showed it to her family. Cheng Zhichu also saw this piece through his young self, and was slightly startled because it looked like a cracked bone.

"It looks like a bone...?"

After some research, the two adults also came to the same conclusion as Cheng Zhichu. The two children immediately became curious and asked why there were bone fragments here.

Dad thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Maybe there is an ancient tomb under the ground, and many treasures are buried in it-haha, this is just a joke. In fact, these should be the bones that were brought here by accident. The reason is that we are not very clear."

The whole family laughed, but Cheng Zhichu didn't think so.The ghost brought him here and let him see these scenes, which means that this piece of bone is very likely to be a human bone, and there may be a dead person buried under the flowers, or even more than one.

... Could it be related to the ghosts of those children?Thinking of this, his heart became a little more heavy.

He wanted to look at the bone fragments a few more times, but both adults told the girl to throw the bone fragments back into the distance, and then dragged the children away, leaving him without a chance to look again.

The two adults took pictures of each other again, and praised each other's photos for being very beautiful.Mom was embarrassed by Dad's praise, but she was very happy. She covered her face and said with a smile: "The scenery here is still beautiful. We are very lucky to be able to make an appointment to enter here."

"That's right." Dad nodded and said, "I also heard that Zhou Luochen lived in this villa area. If I could see his real person, I would have no regrets this time. You know, I have always liked his paintings. ..."

"Look there, it looks like a group of children are sketching?"

Mom suddenly looked at a certain place, pointed there and said: "There is also an adult who seems to be a teacher guiding them. Look, does that person look a bit like Zhou Luochen?"

"Really, it's Zhou Luochen himself!"

Dad observed carefully for a while, then said in surprise and joy: "Should we go over and talk to him?"

"Go with Zhichu first. I'll take Lingling to find a nearby restroom. She just kept saying that she wants to go to the restroom. We'll come back to you later."

"Okay, you guys go and come back quickly." Dad waved to the boy and said, "Zhichu, let's go, Dad will take you to see the painter Dad likes very much."

The boy nodded, took his father's hand, walked around the road, walked through the flowers, and came to the man.This young man named Zhou Luochen had handsome features and a clean demeanor, but seemed to contain a touch of melancholy. He was bending down gently, guiding a boy's painting.

"Excuse me, are you Teacher Zhou Luochen?"

"Yes, I'm Zhou Luochen, may I ask you—"

Hearing the boy's father's voice, Zhou Luochen got up and turned to them, and the handsome boy who was painting also raised his head.

When their eyes fell on the boy, they all showed extremely surprised expressions. Zhou Luochen even forgot to speak, and stared at the boy in a daze, his eyes gradually brightened up with a strange fiery heat.

It wasn't until the boy hid behind his father that he seemed to wake up from a dream, and with a somewhat apologetic smile, he said to the boy's father, "Sorry, hello, I'm Zhou Luochen."

"H-Hello, Mr. Zhou!"

Seeing his favorite painter, the man was very excited, even a little at a loss, and started talking to the man: "I have always liked your paintings..."

"It's my pleasure..."

"..."

The two of them talked happily, the boy stood there a little bored, the handsome young man put down the drawing board, squatted beside him, looked at him with his head tilted, and murmured to himself in disbelief.

"Like, it's so similar... You are exactly the same as the child in my cousin's painting. Obviously he said before that it was in his dreams. Could it be that he has been lying to us?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." The boy pouted, a little confused.

"I'll explain it to you later. I have to call my cousin first, but where is he now..."

The young man scratched his hair, with an irritable expression on his face: "Who told him to skip this class, without a mobile phone, and don't know where to hide, if I let you go like this, if he finds out in the future, he Must kill me."

As he said that, he couldn't stay still anymore, he didn't even take the drawing board, and got up to sneak away, but Zhou Luochen stopped him.

"Xi Xing, where are you going?" Zhou Luochen asked lightly.

"Mr. Zhou... I'm not going to skip class, you can see that my painting is basically finished." The young man paused, turned around, and explained in a sly manner, "I was just thinking, my cousin——"

"Then go and guide Ruo Lin, don't leave here casually."

Zhou Luochen said, his light eyes fell back to Cheng Zhichu, and he said slowly: "Bai Yi will have a chance to see him in the future."

"……is teacher."

The young man obeyed Zhou Luochen's request with some reluctance, and walked towards a girl. When he went, he looked back at the boy every step of the way, and murmured softly: "It really seems..."

What does Senior Bai say he looks like?Like the painting Bai Yi painted?So Bai Yi had met him before, and even painted his portrait?

Not only the young boy was at a loss, but even Cheng Zhichu was puzzled. He still hadn't figured out what kind of setting was in this dungeon, and how it had anything to do with Bai Yi.

He didn't feel that these were real events. After all, he had never been to City C before, and Bai Yi and Bai Xixing didn't know him before, but because this dungeon is full of familiar people, he doesn't feel very good now. Always a little irritable.

"Sorry, Mr. Cheng, this kid is my student, he's a bit naughty, you'll laugh at him."

Zhou Luochen sent Bai Xixing, who was still a boy, to the girl's side, turned his head and smiled at the boy's father, stroked the boy's hair, and said, "This is your child? What's his name?"

"Yes, he is my son, his name is Cheng Zhichu, and I have a younger daughter named Lingling, who is three years younger than him." The man took the child's hand, "Hurry up, say hello to Uncle Zhou."

"Hello, Uncle Zhou." The boy raised his head and called out.

"Good boy."

Zhou Luochen smiled, and casually took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to the boy: "Aren't you bored staying here? You can go around, but remember not to go too far."

"Thank you Uncle Zhou."

The boy took the candy, thanked him softly, ate the chocolate, got permission from the two adults, and returned to the sea of ​​roses.

He was very curious about the bone fragment just now, and wanted to go back and have a look again. If there was really an underground treasure here, he must dig it out and become a powerful archaeologist like on TV.

But...why did he suddenly feel so sleepy...

His sight suddenly started to spin, the boy was powerless and fell dizzily among the flowers, the blood-like bright red occupied all his sight.

In this captivating sweet fragrance, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a rose-colored dream, seemingly never to wake up again.

……

Cheng Zhichu was also affected by this strong dizziness, and almost passed out, but after persisting for a while, he did not fall into a coma, but regained consciousness.

Because the boy was sleeping soundly, Cheng Zhichu, who needed his sight, couldn't see anything, his eyes were pitch black, but fortunately, the remaining senses were still functioning.

It was the chocolate Zhou Luochen gave that had a problem!

Recalling the strange look in Zhou Luochen's eyes when he saw him, although he already felt that something was wrong with this person, Cheng Zhichu still didn't expect him to be so insane and directly drug the child in front of the parents.

But even if he thought of it at the time, he couldn't make a sound or control his body, he could only watch.After an unknown amount of time, he began to hear his parents anxiously calling his name, as if he had disappeared.

"Zhichu? Zhichu—!"

Cheng Zhichu also heard Zhou Luochen's voice, and he seemed to know where he fell, and was gradually approaching him. It didn't take long before he heard the footsteps in front of him.

"Neither here."

Hearing Zhou Luochen say this, he felt a chill in his heart, as if he had vaguely understood who the "person" he was going to hide was—

……

When he was unconscious, the boy felt darkness in front of his eyes, his hands and feet were bound tightly, his mouth was covered with tape, his body was slightly bumped, and at the same time, the sound of a car horn was heard.

Is he in the... trunk...?

"Mr. Zhou, welcome back to 'Rose Manor'..."

The boy gradually realized that something was wrong, and wanted to struggle and ask for help, but he couldn't resist the strong drowsiness, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

……

The effect of the medicine wore off gradually, and the boy lying on the bed suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly, and the velvet quilt on his body fell to his waist, which also alarmed the young man who was sitting beside him reading a book.

"you're awake?"

Zhou Luochen took off his glasses, gently closed the book on his lap, and placed it on the coffee table, crossing his legs, sitting gracefully, and smiled at the boy: "You slept for a long time, do you feel okay?"

"A little dizzy..."

The boy saw that it was Uncle Zhou whom he had just met, and not a stranger. Although he was still a little uneasy, he relaxed a lot. He grabbed the quilt and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Zhou, are there just the two of us here, my parents and my sister?" Where are they all?"

"This is Uncle's home, your family is outside." Zhou Luochen smiled, "Your family will leave you here to rest when you fall asleep. Don't worry, Uncle will take good care of you."

"Thank you, Uncle, but don't bother you, I want to go to Mom and Dad."

Not being able to see his parents, the boy was still a little scared, and this room was very strange. Although it was luxuriously decorated, it had no windows, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night. Fragrance, also accompanied by a weird smell.

The boy lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of the bed, but Zhou Luochen held him down. Although he didn't use much force, the strength of a grown man is not something a child can resist. The boy couldn't get out of the bed, so he could only sit back on the bed.

The man was sitting by the bed, smiling, and said to him, "Zhichu, where do you want to go? Rest here well, and uncle will take care of you. Come on, stretch out your hand."

For some reason, although his tone was very gentle, the boy couldn't help but shudder, his face became a little pale, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, which was gently held by Zhou Luochen.

"……uncle?"

"Zhichu's fingernails are a bit long, uncle is here to cut them for you."

Zhou Luochen took the nail clippers on the bedside table, ignored the boy's weak resistance, and squeezed his soft fingers, and with a "click", cut off a little fingernail that had grown out with the nail clippers.

"Don't move, or I might hurt you."

"..."

"Is it boring? Let me tell you a story."

Zhou Luochen lowered his eyes, moved his hands very gently, with a smile on his lips, and said in a low voice: "Do you believe that one day people's dreams will become reality? — Or, a person will dream that he has never dreamed Things that have been seen, and such things actually exist in the world."

"Although I am a painter, I never believed in such things, but today, I actually saw the person in my dream appear in reality."

"I have a student, he is a genius, almost can only use the word 'perfect' to describe him. Around him, no one can compare with him, they can't even envy him, they can only look up to him, because he is born It is something different.”

"Perhaps because of this, his character has a certain degree of flaws. Although he looks normal, his heart is extremely cold and he will not easily have emotional fluctuations."

"Only one exception—when he mentioned his dream."

"He kept dreaming about the same child in his dreams for several years."

"Although it was only his dream, the child was so lively, as if it existed in reality, making him irresistible, breaking into his world in the dream."

"Time and time again, repeatedly, so of course, my students have gradually become concerned about this child."

"He watched the child grow up, and he could experience all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the child in his dream. The family the child lives in is very ordinary, but also very happy. For my students, it is beyond his reach. a real world."

"It may sound ridiculous, but for him, dreams made him feel alive more than reality."

"This child is his dream, the most beautiful reality and the truest fantasy."

"So I suggested to him to draw this kid and let his dream come into his reality."

"Ah—" the boy suddenly let out a cry of pain, interrupting Zhou Luochen's words.

The nail clippers were stuck in the flesh, blood flowed out, and the sharp pain in the fingertips made him bite his lip, and couldn't help but want to retract his hand.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Zhou Luochen apologized, but he didn't let the boy take back his hand, and continued to cut the nail of another finger, but this time he cut it even harder, cutting the boy's fingertip with a gap, and a large drop of blood dripped from the fingertip , dripped on the velvet quilt, blooming a dazzling red.

"Uncle Zhou! Woo... I won't cut it, I don't want it..."

The boy cried out in pain, Zhou Luochen wiped away the blood with his fingertips, looked down at the blood on his hands, and suddenly laughed softly, his chest vibrated, and the laughter grew louder, echoing in the quiet room.

"...he drew the child, and you can see that he poured all his emotions into it."

"That painting is so beautiful, I love it so much that I can't help but find an excuse to ask for it and put it in my bedroom so I can look at it day and night."

"Time and time again, I want to tear it up because it's so beautiful."

"I like beauty, and I like children, but what I like most... is to destroy these pure beauties."

"Shh-"

He opened the heavy blackout curtains, revealing the other half of the room.

The strong smell of blood and the aroma of roses mixed together, blowing towards the face, and in the boy's sharply narrowed pupils, a scene of several rotting young corpses intertwined with red roses was reflected.

The bright and dripping roses reflect the mottled black and red bloodstains. It is not butterflies but flies and maggots that stay on the fragrant petals. The mucilage moistens the growth of the flower roots.

The most intriguing aroma is also the most rancid smell.

The boy's fingertips were bleeding, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he lay on the bed trembling and vomited. Zhou Luochen stood beside him, his eyelashes drooping, and the smile on his lips was so careless, he said softly.

"I used to think that painting was the most beautiful. It wasn't until the moment I saw you that I realized that it was so lifeless."

"...So it was you, Zhichu."

"The 'beauty' I should really kill is you."

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Bai Yi's Diary · Part No.40

I dreamed about the past again.

……

I regret very much why I didn't think of more cruel methods when I killed that man.