[Slag Fan] [Ice Nine] [Modern Overhead] The Law of Day and Night

19

Life returned to normal.

It's like yesterday's experiment record was born under Shen Qingqiu Junxiu's pen, and it was stuffed into the shredder by him this morning.Time is non-stop and capricious, like a little girl playing house with a doll, clearly saying that she is fair and just, and loves brothers and sisters, but the candy always only goes into one mouth.Whatever she generously gives you, she will definitely take away from you intact, no matter sweet or bitter.

If you really want to get to the bottom of it, then the doll finds that he doesn't need those things at all, so he doesn't know whether he will readily agree or rise up.

Luo Binghe walked through the narrow and transparent glass maze in silence, his soft black hair fell on his shoulders, and his white clothes reflected a voluptuous and fragile phantom on the mirror.Several days of torment made his already thin body even more crumbling, but there was nothing else. All the anxiety and bone erosion were nothing more than a bloodless scar, and his hoarseness was not enough to let out a few sighs.

——If I die, will it be so dull?

He didn't see Shen Qingqiu again for many days.People are often so cheap that they are self-aware. They know that as soon as he appears, he will be unable to escape the indiscriminate anger, but he still can't help thinking about his deep-lined jaw under the cold light, and his drooping tenderness and indifference. Eyelashes, think of his muscular hands, and the fragile, warm, fishy sweet...

A few cleaners walked past him, and the colors that came into his eyes suddenly brought him back to his senses—these bright rubber gloves are some heavy but vague symbols—their appearance means...

The young boy took two quick steps, but the unobstructed glass reflected the facts layer by layer, as if a Shen Qingqiu had grabbed his hair and smashed him until his ears roared——

The new neighbor is a sickly girl, with red and white sticky lumps on the hem of her clothes. Obviously, some adults are not so particular. The pale artificial light creates a kind of planar desire, and the absurdity of business.

And behind her, a brand new glass box, as usual, is slowly erecting the last wall.

20

He broke the rules again and again and again.

Holding Shen Qingqiu's ID card, he ran amok aimlessly in the testing ground.The clear glass is like the face of thousands of people, and the unconscious things inside, following his chaotic footsteps, turning his blurred head, are obviously of completely different heights, short, fat and thin, looking at them one by one like this, but As if the meat has been cut and processed, the semi-solidified juice escapes the little bit of human smell on the assembly line...

...until he broke into the "hospital" the boy pointed out to him.

Or, in his shallow experience, there is no synonym, "cannery".

His friend dipped in the pale yellow sweet sugar water, sinking slowly, sinking.Perhaps this bottomless jar has captured the light, and that small body seems to be shrinking, becoming soft, blurred, and transparent.At that moment, Xiao Luo Binghe felt that this living and talking friend was like a pale lab sheet folded in four by Shen Qingqiu's beautiful, well-knit hands, and soaked into a sticky paste in the teacup. A mess.

Life, sometimes is very specific, a piece of meat, a piece of paper, a piece of old glass, don't cherish it too much, there are always new ones to follow.

A fear that he had never noticed swept over him, the surrounding air became thin and anxious, and the buzzing operation of the instrument was like a huge flood, shaking the eardrum, submerging him completely, tossing and bewildered.

Just when he had no way to resist and didn't know where to flee, a pale hand suddenly came over, grabbed his collar, and pulled him out of the chaotic emotions——

The little boy didn't resist in a daze, but his hands seemed to be afraid that he would run away, and the grasp was not enough, so he pulled his head over and pressed it into his arms.What catches the eye is the shirt with the dark pattern of bamboo leaves under the white lab coat, and the tip of the nose is the cold, bitter and imposing smell of Shen Qingqiu's body, which is obviously cold, hard and unkind, but it seems to be strong and arrogant. It gripped his mind so tightly that he couldn't take his attention away.

His chest was cold, and his exhalation was also cold. The pair of ice-like hands clamped him firmly, holding him into the embrace that was already filled with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, and forks. All these uncomfortable factors were mixed. Together, each one is terribly vivid, and they can piece together a trace of tender warmth out of thin air.

Luo Binghe sniffed, and called him in a low voice: "Teacher..." He was pressed even tighter again, Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and glanced at him, those eyes were pale to cold glass color under the blue sky and white sun, under the bright light Under artificial light, it was dark and gloomy. Even though human irises have only a thin layer, Luo Binghe felt in a daze that his eyes were filled with cold pools of water and severe frost in northern autumn. , and condensed the water vapor he exhaled into ice balls.

"Shut up," Shen Qingqiu shouted in a low voice, as if he still wanted to reprimand him, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and miraculously held back in the end.After a long while, he covered Luo Binghe's face with the open front of his clothes, as if he no longer wanted to see his idiot expression, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Before Luo Binghe could choose the answer from shutting up and answering his questions, he heard someone behind him answer: "You are the one, it is against the rules to bring the little test subject here... Oh, it could be him Did it sneak away?"

"I brought him here," Shen Qingqiu interrupted him impatiently, "Do you have any objections?"

The fact is obviously not the case, but what he said is categorical and unquestionable.

...why do you want to do this?

Luo Binghe was tightly covered, so he could only quietly lift his chin to look at his face. Shen Qingqiu still frowned, but unlike the state of being a little out of control just now, he had already recovered his firm ruthlessness. There was just the right amount of boredom and disgust in the tone of voice.

It's as if the mask is put on again, the sharp inorganic matter and the handsome facial features overlap again, forming an indestructible shell again.

"Of course not," the other party probably shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just curious—"

"I'm just curious about the new formula," Shen Qingqiu mocked, and said frankly without hesitation, "I got it, and brought him here to get some data—are you satisfied, curious baby?" He let out a light sigh from his chest , full of arrogance and ridicule, and walked out without saying a word, dragging Luo Binghe.

The experimenter's face was blue and red, and he paused for more than ten seconds before cursing in a low voice towards the closed door: "Isn't it just a dog in the mud, the slavish smell in the bones can be smelled ten miles away— - Fuck - I can get good things if I don't sell them? I really thought I could turn over!"

21

Luo Binghe sat in the middle of a piece of dark glass, twisting a strand of hair in a daze.

Until now, he was still full of suspicions. That man was arrogant and unscrupulous, and his behavior was vicious and crazy. Since he hated him so much and abandoned him, why did he want to kill him at that time, but he held his hands high when it was the most suitable time to deal with him...

"...What the hell are you thinking about?" He rubbed these words between his lips and teeth repeatedly, "...Shen Qingqiu."

He is definitely not likable.Luo Binghe has self-knowledge.There is no one who can please Shen Qingqiu, this person is wanton and perverse, and has no heart.Excluding this item, he is a commodity for sale, a tool for Shen Qingqiu to stabilize his position, and a sacrifice he sends to his colleagues to maintain the chain of interests when he gets bored.Excluding this item, he is a gloomy, mutilated failure, a killing machine whose iron core has been bred to death by Shen Qingqiu.

It is true that Shen Qingqiu has given him where he is today, but at least from now on, it is not that bad. Shen Qingqiu's high-level pride made their relationship hardly conceal any hypocrisy. People take pains to whitewash the reality of madness, pain is pain, death is death, purpose is unclear, desire is maximized——

——This is the law, those who know how to play games, and those who are fools are pawns.

As it should be, it should be so.

And if the law breaks the rules first...

Luo Binghe rubbed his temples, gently closed his eyes in the center of the invisible chaos, put his left hand on the ground, and slowly pressed his right hand against the glass wall——

"If you don't want to play chess with me..." He murmured softly like a dream, his lower and lower pitches disappeared into the sharp sound of broken glass.

—Then allow me to overturn this game of chess.

tbc