【Chu Lu】Ten Corpses Living in Trash Cans

Lu Mingfei actually doesn't like to dream.

He deeply suspects that he likes self-torture.

Because there is often nothing good in his dreams.In the past, the little devil Lu Mingze made trouble in his dreams, but later Lu Mingze inexplicably stopped coming, and he dreamed of other things—for example, Chen Wenwen crying on the phone, for example, Nuonuo scattered in the blood-red sea Messy red hair, for example, the senior brother thought he had successfully slaughtered their little junior sister, fell peacefully in his arms, he howled hoarsely, said senior brother don't die here, you can still cover me for two years.

There are also some things that he wished he would not be able to recall in eight lifetimes.

For example, the red-haired girl lying in the calm sea of ​​Tokyo...

For example, he fled the Amber Pavilion in a panic, thinking that everyone in the world was crazy.

At that time, he didn't suspect that he was the one who was crazy. He thought to himself, what the hell are you all, and what am I? Those things that senior brother did are so awesome, why did I do them? , What can I do, tear off the skin of the student council president, isn't it just a fucking child?

So what if he pretended to be cowardly for a year, pushed him in front of Chu Zihang and Kaiser, wouldn't he still have to kneel down, wouldn't he still be a fucking child?

... Well, although he himself can't tell what to do in a dream is a good thing.

Bullying his 3*160 "good brother" Lu Mingze?The long legs under the little white skirts of literary girls?

It's kind of scary anyway.

It’s not that Lu Mingfei didn’t think about melatonin during the bumpy journey, but those bullshit pills were not as effective as the cup of Ganmaoling granules he drank before high school. At that time, he could sleep to death in class as long as he covered his books. Be strict.

Instead of being like this now, you have to wake up at any time and touch the small pocket pistol on your buttocks.

The driver in the front seat noticed that he was awake, and threw a bottle of mineral water to him without looking back: "It's too early to wake up, it will take at least four hours to get off the highway."

Really, he thought he had been lying awake for 24 hours.

Lu Mingfei unscrewed the mineral water, and suddenly found that the bottle had already been opened and someone drank it.

He stroked his messy hair on the back seat: "Brother, are you tired, why don't I have a meeting?"

"No, I can't sleep if you drive." Chu Zihang kept his eyes on.

"……Oh."

They are on the fast lane, and from time to time, people who are more in a hurry than them will overtake from the side, and if you are lucky, you can also see a desperate lunatic driving a car and passing them in the wrong direction-this is all real. But at that time, he was the driver instead of the brother, so he couldn't learn the calmness of the brother. At that time, he tilted his hand and almost flew the whole car into the driveway next door, causing the bearded man who drove the truck to mess with him. He yelled.

He asked what that meant, and Chu Zihang squinted his eyes and told him, "He is cursing your mother in Burmese."

Oh yes, they happened to have just arrived in Burma at that time.

At that time, he replied, "It's not bad to call my mother, everyone scolds me like that, I have heard fuck your mother in 10 languages."

Then Chu Zihang paused, seemingly reluctant, and said: "Actually, what he said was 'Which brat dares to drive like this, hasn't he been analized?'"

"...I thought that Asians were more polite when they cursed." Lu Mingfei turned on the turn signal in pain and cut back to the fast lane, "No, so brother, you even beautified his words!"

"Asians are more refined. Have you forgotten how you were scolded in Australia two months ago?" Chu Zihang said, "People don't like to be scolded, so I didn't repeat it verbatim."

"I forgot," Lu Mingfei said, "Of course I don't like it anymore! It's not Shaking M! But I can't even know what people are scolding. Although I don't speak Burmese, I can Swear back in Chinese! He can't understand me and I can't understand it, it's even—"

Chu Zihang lowered the car window: "Go ahead."

"No, no, no," Lu Mingfei hastily raised the car window again, "I still got anal."

"..."

Lu Mingfei was in such a good mood that he exploded, tilted his body, looked at the rearview mirror again and again, and finally met the profile of his senior brother in the back seat: "Hey, let me tell you... Senior brother, at least you should blush to show your emotion."

Chu Zihang didn't change his face about this: "Look at the road, or I will drive."

He could only groan and retract his neck.

Realizing that he was distracted, the person in the front seat knocked on the steering wheel thoughtfully, calling his thoughts back: "Lu Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei withdrew his smirk, and sat up straight: "Yes! Brother!"

"You'd better get another four hours of sleep, or you'll be so sleepy that you'll want to jump off the building tonight—this is a new place, and it's not entirely sure that there is a suitable place to stay. The only good thing is that the technology in this small country is underdeveloped, so you have to avoid EVA It is more convenient to monitor." Chu Zihang said.

Lu Mingfei saw him reduce the speed from 100 to 90.

This is not a good move. Although the journey is much smoother, it will also cause them to arrive at their destination, Dawei, later than expected.

The most ideal state is that they can avoid EVA's monitoring and stay there for nearly half a month.

Their whereabouts will be exposed every two weeks. Lu Mingfei suspects that the "Fengou" iPhone in his hand has done something bad. After all, he really can't imagine the existence of other signal sources.It's not that they haven't considered throwing it away, but it turns out that life will only be more difficult without this gadget for navigation.

And once discovered by EVA, this country will no longer be a safe haven.

They went around in a big circle. After leaving mainland China, they stayed in many countries, Mongolia, Russia...then they stayed in various small countries in the Pacific Ocean for a while, bypassing developed countries like the United States, and they went back and forth. After a few months in South America, I arrived in Australia two months ago, and now I am back in Southeast Asia. Even seeing people of the yellow race feels kind.

Counting, there are 233 countries and regions in the world. With such an auspicious number of 233, maybe they can live in one by one. How can they raise their heads in front of 3*160 Lu Mingze.

He confessed honestly: "I don't want to sleep much."

Chu Zihang asked, "What?"

"I'll have nightmares."

"...All right," Chu Zihang turned on the CD player in the car, "What song do you want to listen to?"

Lu Mingfei hurriedly shook his head again: "Farewell to senior brother, save some electricity, we are a loser, and this old antique can last for ten days. I think it looks like it will fall apart at any time. Which one? If you are unlucky, just bump it lightly and it may go to the west..."

Chu Zihang didn't force it, and raised his hand to turn off the CD player.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head towards the vibrating car window glass. The scenery outside the window was unremarkable, but the figure of the flying pigeon drawing a graceful arc in the air was more eye-catching. The feathers that fell due to high-speed flight reminded him of Goose down pillows scattered in the RV 23 days ago, February of a year.

This is their second year on the run.

Myanmar is not a nice place to live.

Lu Mingfei's only impression of this place is that the third part of Huanzhugege, which his classmates love to watch. For Lu Mingfei's only childhood, the color tone of Myanmar is very simple - green.

Probably the God of StarCraft heard his thoughts in his heart. The shelter Chu Zihang found was a green abandoned factory.

Lu Mingfei said: "Senior brother, this is unlucky."

Chu Zihang frowned: "Why is green unlucky?"

Lu Mingfei shut his mouth, not daring to fart.

He looked at the factory with a nitpicking mentality. There was still a seal on the door of the factory. Either the boss owed money and ran away, or there had been a murder here.

"Senior brother...you are too strong, how did you find it? It's almost like living in a villa." He said.

Chu Zihang didn't answer, threw him a broom, and explained his meaning with actions.

——Live in a villa?Dream on you, if you have the ability to tidy up a room and come out to bb.

Facts have proved that it is unrealistic for two stinky boys who are not good at housework—maybe they are stinky men. It is unrealistic for them to clean up the room.Looking at the surrounding dilapidated environment comparable to the cupboard where the protagonist in "Harry Potter" lived, Lu Mingfei thought cheerfully, "Oh my god, I'm really the protagonist, and the treatment is the same, but it's a pity that he is not as cowardly as I am."

In short, this is a good place. No one will visit it on weekdays. It seems to have been forgotten by this era. It is located on the edge of Dawei City, but it is still an urban area. It is inconvenient to go out to buy supplies. Not that difficult.

It was already past midnight, and Lu Mingfei paid the price for his behavior of covering his face during the day to look like a fat man. He stuck his head on the pillow made of his coat, and his eyelids were about to drop at any time.

But when someone sat next to him after packing what could be called "dangerous goods," he woke up suddenly.

"Hey, brother."

"Ah."

Chu Zihang was wiping his knife - Lu Mingfei took the village rain back from Chu Tianjiao, went around in a circle, or a world, and returned it to Chu Zihang. In the moonless night, The light that emanates still sends shivers down the spine.

Lu Mingfei recognized it, it was the color of blood.

This statement is very mysterious, because Chu Zihang loves it very much, not to mention the weird bloodstains, not even a speck of dust.

Isn't it just a knife, even the famous demon knife Murasame, isn't the knife all cold silver, what strange color can it have?

If you really want to say it, it is a monster.

The knife had been stained with blood, exuding a sharper edge, revealing killing intent all over his body.

Just like its owner.

But nothing "bad" has happened recently. The logic library of the useless wood avoids the direction of EVA's speculation. They should be a program. Even "Hello World" is copied and pasted. The good old rascal came very hotly, and it was difficult for the college to figure out their itinerary.

What's more, will senior brother kill...

Those are all former alumni.

It's a hybrid, not a dragon.

Lu Mingfei was not sure, he knew that the person in front of him was still Chu Zihang, or his senior brother, the one who would firmly keep him in the back row of the roller coaster for fear that he would die, the one who lowered his head and tied him up Brother in silver blue tie.

Such a senior brother is actually the masked Odin in Nuonuo's mouth.

Lu Mingfei looked away from the blade: "What did you say? The last time I was caught by the academy was three days ago, and there has been no movement since these three days... Are we running away?"

"He said the location was safe and the college couldn't find it," Chu Zihang said coldly, "It was also his idea to come to Dawei, but he was so noisy that he sang "We Are the Successors of Communism" every now and then. Due to permission restrictions, I can't mute him, so I can only leave him in the car."

Lu Mingfei's tone became brisk: "Should I thank him for not singing "Twisting Yangko"..."

"Maybe he can jump."

"Come on, brother, you may not have seen him dance, don't look at him as a dog, at the dinner party of the student union, he danced like Thanos every year!"

Chu Zihang seemed to be amused, and the strength of holding the knife softened a lot. He lowered his head and stared at the blade for a while, and then put the long knife back into its sheath again.

Chu Zihang said, "Don't think too much, it's easy to get nervous when traveling, let's rest."

Lu Mingfei was quickly shoved and shoved into bed by Chu Zihang—this was the last piece of furniture left in Shao Yifeng's luxury car. After the car was discovered by the academy, they could only take it Throw it in an alley, and bring these poor "widows" to remarry into one small broken car after another.

If it wasn't for the harsh winter, Chu Zihang might have thrown away the quilt as well. Lu Mingfei picked it up with a groan, not at all as all the alumni of Kassel College from top to bottom chased it down. The self-consciousness of the bottom boss.

Lu Mingfei buried his face in the bed.

Chu Zihang took off his coat and lay down too. In the cool night, Lu Mingfei wondered, this is not a senior brother at all, it is simply a stove, and the bed is warm all of a sudden, making him the one in charge of warming the bed (Strike out) There is no dignity at all. After being warm for a long time, it is not as good as the moment when someone rolled into the bed.

Lu Mingfei laughed inexplicably.

Chu Zihang didn't open his eyes, he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment: "...you are really energetic."

Lu Mingfei was so proud that he simply turned sideways and stared straight at his good senior brother who was a tall and cold mother-in-law: "That's right, he came out of the same room as Waste Chai, and he can sing "We Are the Successors of Communism" day and night. ", I can also howl twice!"

"..."

"Brother, you sit on the bow, sister, I'll go ashore—"

Chu Zihang interrupted him: "If you have the ability, remember to say the next sentence?"

Lu Mingfei broke down in pain for a while, "I have no skills, I forgot, I can't compare with his deep memory, it's very good to remember these two sentences, after all, the old man opposite us sang this when he has nothing to do, auntie sees it He didn't make trouble with him for the sake of an old man, it is said that last year he formed a sunset red band..."

Chu Zihang hesitated for a while: "Go back and look."

"Brother, have you always changed the topic so quickly?" Lu Mingfei said, "Don't talk about going back, that's the starting point of the escape journey—everyone is well, ah..."

Lu Mingfei paused.

There is one person who is not nice at all.

Maybe that was the second person in this world who noticed something abnormal besides him.

Chu Zihang sensed his doubts, and thoughtfully said nothing, so Lu Mingfei was silent for a while, this was the first time in a year that they mentioned that they had nothing to do with mixed races and this crazy world The people - those are their lives, once, and can't come back.

"My aunt is also very good. She still lives in the villa where you invited barbecues in high school. It seems that my uncle's business is still going smoothly... I went to see her, and she said she missed you very much."

In order to conceal his panic, Lu Mingfei even kicked the person beside him: "Around the earth 365 degrees, there is always a chance to go back."

Chu Zihang didn't save him face: "The earth is only 360 degrees."

"Brother!"

"Has Professor Guderian ever told you that there is something that cannot be taken in absolute value?"

Lu Mingfei really wanted to type a string of "StarCraft" codes on his senior brother's brain circuit: There is no cow level, playing Nima, skipping levels, playing fart!

But he couldn't, so he had to say: "Professor Guderian doesn't teach mathematics..."

"But he is responsible for your tutor at Kassel College, entry, and even job assignment after graduation. He is obliged to teach you the principles of life."

"Brother, wait, why did you suddenly become philosophical—"

"For example, IQ, taking the absolute value will cause trouble."

"..."

Lu Mingfei smiled and listened to Chu Zihang's nonsense that sounded sensible. He has grown up compared to when he just entered school, at least in terms of EQ. It is completely clear that the senior brother just saw his embarrassment and bluntness. Changed the subject in a hurry just to give him a step down.

Messy and eighty...

It's no wonder that as an outsider at the beginning, he had to promise him righteously that he would help him blow the tires of Kaisano's wedding car in the future.

Lu Mingfei howled in his heart, like a small animal whose lifeblood was strangled due to lack of experience: "Senior brother..."

He was probably still very heartless, and he forgot all the anxiety in his heart in one go.

In the darkness, Chu Zihang's indestructible golden pupils were looking at him, seeing all the tenderness he could call ridiculous, and the golden pupils reflected him coming out of the bed, thick and thin. He died ten thousand times and ten thousand times with his extremely hot face, and finally lay down on his good senior brother, gently supported the strong abdominal muscles under his hand with one hand, and branded a kiss on the corner of his good senior brother's mouth.

Chu Zihang put his arms around his back, rolled over and pushed him back onto the bed.

The flimsy bed board creaked, and Lu Mingfei wanted to cry without tears: "Uh, in order to have a bed to sleep in for the next half month, brother, why don't we find a table to make do with?"

Chu Zihang didn't speak.

He just answered the question with a force that seemed to crush him.

On a cool summer night, there should be cicadas singing.

There is no one living near the abandoned factory, and occasionally there is a more dilapidated small house. The small wooden house is in danger of collapsing at any time. A man's face (and beard) is printed on the endlessly charged iPhone, and he sings all kinds of ancient songs that can be regarded as foreign language songs in Myanmar.

It was not until late at night that his loud singing voice finally stopped.

"Fingel" looked at what happened outside the car window, and said, "It's broad daylight, the world is bright——there is such a cruel and inhuman thing!"

Chu Zihang seemed to have gotten used to the feeling of being surrounded by an artificial intelligence, and even praised: "You use idioms well."

"Finger" nodded with a smile: "That's for sure, the paparazzi brother of Kassel College, you still need to have basic Chinese skills!"

Chu Zihang couldn't laugh, even with a mixed-race body, he was indeed exhausted.

Of course, it couldn't be squeezed out by Lu Mingfei - Lu Mingfei didn't have this ability yet, before he was squeezed dry, he would be so happy that he would sleep like a pig.

But he is used to this kind of dirty work.

Even if you didn't have it in Japan, you would have been so good at it in the Nibelungen that your stomach would be sick.

"The moonlight is fine," said Fingal, "thank you for helping me watch the wind? Though I know you're tired, some stinking bastard is sleeping happily on his own, oh, it seems We are the ones being hunted down."

This time Chu Zihang didn't answer.

The blood trickled all the way down Cun Yu's blade, like a serpentine crimson totem, Chu Zihang didn't give it time to drip onto the ground, he flicked it cleanly, the blood splashed far away was already rusted and mottled Can not see the color of the tin barrel.

The next thing is, the dumpster opened, and the huge object rolled down to the bottom of the tin box with a boom.

It was the body of a Deadpool.

tbc.

*(?) Chu Zihang x(?) Lu Mingfei, if you don’t tear it down, you won’t go against it~

*In "StarCraft", thereisnocowlevel cheat: directly complete the current task (skip level)