What is your choice? ?

You have chosen 【A. Keep silent】

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You know what you should say, but maybe because the appearance of the shampoo boy caught you off guard, you lost the opportunity to speak.So you can only stare blankly at the other person blinking slowly, and looking at you dimly.

His mouth squirmed slightly, but he couldn't make a sound because of the ball of paper stuffed in his mouth.You looked at his eyes full of eagerness and bewilderment, and finally bent down to take out the ball of paper from his mouth.

"...Here is it?" The hair-washing boy's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't been in the water for several days.

You stare at his blank face quietly, trying to find something wrong, but you can't see anything but confusion after staring for a long time.

He seemed genuinely puzzled by his situation.

So you hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"It's the base of that stalker." You paused, then added, "Isn't he your friend?"

The boy who washed his hair was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses as if he had suddenly realized.

"So it's like this..." He leaned his back against the wall, murmured with a lost face, "... No wonder he was angry, it turned out that he saw..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped and didn't speak anymore.

You stared at his ignorant appearance, and a strong curiosity suddenly arose in your originally numb heart.

——You feel that the other party seems to know something.

Just when you were about to open your mouth to question what the other party hadn't finished speaking, the shampoo guy took the initiative to continue the conversation.

"...He must have seen the nude portrait I drew." The hair-washing boy timidly avoided your burning gaze, with a guilty expression on his face, "He probably discovered the relationship between us...that's why he was angry .”

You have a strange look on your face, and you are extremely confused by what he said, "What is the relationship between us?"

The hair-washing boy looked a little shy, "Haven't we all kissed before? And you took the initiative for the second time, I thought we were already in love."

You just feel the blue veins on your forehead constantly pulsating, and your whole body trembles with anger.

Love each other? ...so the reason why this stalker gets pissed off is because the guy who washes your hair painted a nude portrait of you?

You just feel that the depression you have accumulated due to being locked up in this dark place is suddenly ignited by the untimely words of the shampoo boy.

"A love affair?" You heard yourself sneer, "We have nothing to do with each other. We're just strangers who met by chance, understand?"

The hair-washing boy who was curled up in the corner seemed to be frightened by your sharp attitude, his eyes suddenly turned cold, but he was still unwilling, and his face was still stubborn, "But last time you clearly said that you like my kiss ..."

His eyes flashed, and there was a slight hint of subtlety in the dark and innocent eyes, "Or do you just like to hook up with strange men, no matter who you are?"

You were stunned by the other party's absurd words, and it took a while to finally recover.

"What kind of existence am I in your eyes?" You asked self-deprecatingly, feeling that everything was extremely ridiculous.

At that moment, the shampoo boy's swearing face seemed to be connected with the perverted murderer cursing you a bitch.You don't know what you did wrong to provoke the other party to slander your personality so much.

You opened your mouth, wanting to hit back at the shampoo boy, but your voice suddenly became hoarse.

You suddenly realize one thing.

It is true that you have a clear conscience in the past, and have never done anything frivolous beyond the bounds of the law.But since you were strangled to death by a murderer, your originally peaceful life has been completely broken.You gradually go from the shy nerd who looks straight in the eyes to the guy who can ask strangers for kisses.

What the shampoo guy said is not wrong, you did ask for a kiss from a man you have no crush on for those shameful reasons.

But isn't this all forced by life?After all, if you don't ask for a kiss, then you will die forever, and there will be no chance to go back in time.

You thought in a daze, only to feel that your brain was blank, and you gradually lost your thoughts.

In your heart, you still think that you are the otaku who is not good at words and is ashamed to express his feelings, but the behavior you actually do seems to have brought a completely different impression to others.

So, which one is the real me.

——Do I see myself or others see me?

Maybe it's because someone you don't have a good relationship with is in the room with you, and you've been struggling for a long time before finally falling asleep.

For you, being forced into the identity of that man in a lucid dream has long been familiar, so when you lost control of your body, you did not feel any panic, but calmly watched the development of the situation like a bystander.

In the dark, you seem to feel that a hand is walking under your thin clothes, and the warm breath is blowing on the back of your naked neck.

The fog in front of your eyes gradually dissipates, and what you see is an easel stained with oil paint, on which is a half-painted sketch of a human body.

Your body is tightly hugged by the man behind you in an extremely ambiguous posture, unable to move at all.

"Senior, do you love me?" You heard the young man behind you gently bite the skin on the side of your neck, his tone was casual but mixed with a trace of inaudible expectation.

You shuddered at his sudden nibble, then raised your eyelids and caressed his cheek lazily back.

"Well...it depends on your performance..." You smiled lowly, and traced the curve of his jaw frivolously with your fingertips, "Don't you know what kind of thing I am?"

You only heard the sudden pause of the breath behind you, and then a sharp pain came from the back of your neck, and the skin surface seemed to become a little moist.

It's the blood oozing from the skin after being bitten, and it's also the saliva from the lips of the man behind you.

As if pleased by his roughness, you raised your head and panted lightly, letting his increasingly hot palm linger on your trembling skin.

For a moment, you seemed to hear his faint sigh.

"Do you have a heart? Does any man matter to you?"

You wake up with a pat on the cheek.

When your eyes are dimmed and you take a closer look, you realize that there is a shampoo boy in front of you.You were suddenly taken aback by his face that was so close at hand, and you retreated reflexively, but was held down by the shoulder.

Your chaotic brain suddenly woke up, and only then did you realize that something was wrong in front of you.

——The hair-washing boy was not tied up by the hemp rope, his hands and feet were free again.

You feel flustered inexplicably, and you want to raise your hand to wave away the opponent's hand on your shoulder, but you find that your forearm is so sore and numb that you can't even make a slight lifting movement, as if you just did it Hundreds of pull-ups.At the same time, you also feel a burning sensation in the mouth of your throat, which is so dry that even swallowing saliva hurts unbearably.

"Calm down, I don't have any malicious intentions." The hair-washing boy seemed to see the panic in your eyes and said immediately, "When I woke up just now, the hemp rope tied to my body had already been untied gone."

When he said this, he rubbed his Adam's apple uncomfortably—you realized that his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against the rough rock surface.

But the other party didn't stop there because of the discomfort in his throat, but sped up his speech.

"Someone has come into this room and injected us with a large amount of sleeping pills while neither of us was conscious... We may have been comatose for days."

You were in a trance, and only belatedly realized that besides the dryness of your throat, your stomach was even more unbearably hungry.

But before you could react, the shampoo boy handed seven or eight pieces of note paper to your eyes.

"I found this on my back... You seem to have a similar note on your back."

You were taken aback for a moment, and instead of taking the note in his hand, you stretched your hand behind your back.

Your fingers flicked randomly, and after a while, you touched the edges and corners of several pieces of paper.

When you tore off these notes one by one and looked closely at them, a chill suddenly shot up from your tailbone, making your scalp numb and your whole body stiff.

The shampoo boy glanced at the note tightly clutched in your hand, and sighed softly.

"Sure enough, the note on your back is exactly the same as the note on my back."

As he said, he sprinkled all the sticky notes in his hand on the ground in front of you.

I saw the word "food" written on every note.

At this point, you decide—

【A. Tell him the note pasted on his forearm before】

【B. Tell him he has a jackknife】

【C. Confidentially reveal the current progress of the game】

【D. Silence】