[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

He walked into the foyer of his apartment and felt his footsteps. Two small doors inlaid on the wall opened, and an electronic parrot flew out from inside, circling around him, calling in a cheerful voice:

"Good morning, sir, good morning!"

"not good at all."

Onikiri said in a bad tone, and walked into the elevator.

This creaking tin box carried him up slowly, containing his lifeless body, like an overly empty coffin.

He looked at his face in the mirror, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were black and blue, he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and his body smelled of alcohol; he felt that he looked like a drunk heroine in a TV series, and the next day he was in a strange man's room. Waking up with a splitting headache on the bed, he secretly rolled up his panties and stuffed them into the bag, and walked away with shameful steps; in fact, except for the unsmudged eye makeup and blurred lipstick, his current appearance is not the same as theirs What a difference.

Onikiri threw himself on his bed, without any room to resist, the boundless drowsiness immediately overwhelmed him like a tide.

Perhaps due to fatigue, he soon fell into a dream, and saw himself in a bright living room; he was sitting on a leather sofa, his hips sunk in strong springs and sponges, and on a mahogany dining table was a fruit bowl with Containing dark plums, there is a shiny plum pit next to it;

A gust of wind brushed his cheek, and he turned his head, the sunlight came in from the open door and window, filling his entire cornea; through the dusty glass, he saw the garden outside and the manicured green On the lawn, the sprinkler is slowly turning, sprinkling water evenly, refracting colored light like cellophane.

Onikiri recognized this as the living room in Minamoto's secret basement;

He stood up from where he was sitting, and looked at the world with contemplative eyes. Suddenly, a warm living thing protruded from his feet. A puppy ran over from the sofa, snorted excitedly, and affectionately Rubbing against his leg: it was a Pomeranian with black eyes, white and fluffy hair, and too short and fat limbs, hidden in the fur, looking like a rolling snowball.

He picked it up, and the soft, warm fur against his arm made his heart tremble.

As far as he could see, there was no one there, but he believed that Minamoto Yorimitsu must be somewhere in the house.

He left the living room and walked straight into the depths of the house; he didn't know the specific structure of the building, but he didn't feel strange at all.As if by intuition, he knew that there should be a staircase around the corner; and as if by the same intuition, he knew that there should be three rooms upstairs, and he walked through one by one, stopping at the door of the third room ;The door is ajar, the exposed space is facing south, still full of sunshine, Minamoto Raimitsu is really there, sitting in the middle of a pile of dismantled fine parts, using a magnifying glass to focus on the black machine in his hand; beside him There is a small blackboard on which a bunch of formulas are messily written with marker pens. Obviously, that is what he is serious about studying at the moment, and Yuan Laiguang is deserting.

He walked over, looked at the black object curiously, and asked, "What is this?"

"A reporter's camera from the 50s," Minamoto said, snapping the last plastic piece on the camera and holding it up triumphantly. "I got it in an antique shop."

"Can it still work?" Onikiri said. In fact, he didn't care about the answer at all. Minamoto Raimitsu's appearance surprised him: he looked so young, with a high-spirited and high-spirited brow.

"I think I should have almost repaired this thing," Minamoto Raimitsu said, and gently blew on the camera, as if this breath of fairy air could revive the machine, "Let's try it. …"

He propped up the antique camera, fixed it, pulled Onikiri to stand in front of the bookshelf, and pointed the camera at the two of them. Onikiri was still hugging the Pomeranian. He was not used to facing the camera, so he didn't know what to do. measures.

"Look at the camera and smile, baby." Minamoto Raimitsu said, "Smile."

Ten seconds later, the vintage camera finally responded, with a crackling sound, the beautiful blue lamp beads of the flash exploded, startling Onikiri and Hiromi, he stroked Hiromi's back, trying to comfort it, but to no avail: The easily frightened puppy jumped onto the table, showing off its power in front of its two masters, with its tail raised high, barking non-stop at the smoking lampshade; After flicking its head, it immediately calmed down without a word of warning—seeing this scene, Guiqie felt a trace of inexplicable jealousy.

"Can you believe it?" said Minamoto, unzipping the camera from the tripod and examining the condition of the film carefully.At this time, the entire hot and bright room scene began to spin, and the world seemed to be sucked into the vortex. His face gradually became blurred, and the words he said were like faded echoes, "This is our first group photo."

Then you must keep it well.Onikiri also laughed, and heard himself say, "Don't forget me."

The dream ended, Onikiri woke up from sleep, the sky became pitch black again, he sat up from the bed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and cheeks, such a good dream, he didn't know why tears were streaming down his face at this time.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face. In the living room he turned on the TV. Tonight seemed unusual: No matter how he adjusted the channels, all channels were on one screen--the news only when it mattered. Play it out in this forced way:

"NO.14 At [-]:[-] in the morning, four simulated people under the management of the Citizen Health Center destroyed the security system and injured the security guards who were on duty that night. Doors and windows, pay attention to personal safety, there is a high possibility of violence..."

The announcer read the manuscript in a flat and fluent tone. Onikiri looked at the TV, and the faces of four people appeared on the screen. There were men and women. In fact, if their status in this news was ignored, their appearance was even called To be beautiful, the emulator uses the high-quality stock of human genes, so it is always outstanding in appearance.

As soon as the camera turned, we went to the hospital again. The injured security guard was lying on the hospital bed, covered by a curtain, and he was interviewed by the reporter, with a dull voice, "It's really a disaster...I can't believe it... ..”

Another person escaped. If there are too many such things, it will inevitably cause panic; however, in the ensuing telephone connection, the police spokesman said that they attach great importance to this matter and must arrest these imitators and bring them to justice as a warning to others.

Sims who defect are enemies of human citizens, he said.

Onikiri temporarily interrupted his thoughts, the phone on the sofa vibrated, he turned it over, and a message flashed on the front page:

"Where are you?" by Yuan Laiguang.

Onikiri stared at the green dialog box, his heart beating faster, he might have to restrain himself to not be so happy, but he couldn't hide it no matter what - at this time, he began to rejoice: this is not a voice call, nor is it Video chat, raw text messaging, and he can make himself look like a cool, respectable guy who hasn't gotten his way in love.

Perhaps Minamoto Raikou thought so too.

Weird.

"At home." He typed the phrase.

Almost in the next second, the second message followed, as if it had already been prepared:

"Will you come to my house today?"

"Perhaps you haven't forgotten, today is Sunday—" Onikiri wrote, "you have to let me rest."

He emphasized his identity as an employee, and doing so gave him a kind of anger-like pleasure, but what he didn't realize was that no subordinate would say such a thing with confidence to his boss. It's also one of the manifestations of him being spoiled by Minamoto Larimitsu.

"As your boss, I would prefer hardworking employees."

"I fully understand." Onikiri replied, "That's why I was at your house last night... working overtime all night."

"I don't know when my little assistant learned to talk back."

"I didn't know before that in addition to being an assistant, I also have to work part-time as your lover."

"I have to remind you one thing, you can't find a good boss like me anywhere else."

"You talk as if I couldn't live without you."

"This is true."

"Not only that."

"Ok?"

"Actually, you can't leave me either."

Onikiri clicked send before he regretted it,

He did not receive a reply for a long time.

The news on the TV has finished broadcasting, and it automatically turns to an entertainment program, with the sound of laughing and laughing, this is one of the programs that Onikiri hates the most, and he will definitely skip the station at ordinary times—but at this time, he didn’t even Notice its presence.

The "Entering dialog box" prompt at the top of the screen is still flashing, and it lasted as if for 100 years. He guessed what Minamoto Raimiko was doing; he must have changed and deleted the answer to this question. Changed again.

The screen dimmed under Onikiri's focused gaze, and finally was awakened by a reply, and it lit up again:

"Tomorrow is Monday, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, boss."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Onikiri put down his phone, laughed silently, and found that the haze in his heart had disappeared—he also felt a little frustrated, because he found that even after the conversation like last night, he could still easily forgive Yuan. Raikou.

Onikiri has a strong urge to tell him about today's strange dream, and to see his reaction, he also wants to ask him if he likes Hiromi; but he doesn't want to use a new and uncertain dialogue, To destroy their existing good mood.

——It’s still the same sentence, everything will be discussed tomorrow.

"Tomorrow" is a good thing. Every ambiguous question has a reason to postpone the answer.

He slept for a whole day, and only now did he feel thirsty, and found that the bottled water at home had been exhausted, so he put on his coat, walked out of the house, and prepared to go to the vending machine on the street to buy a few bottles of drinks.

The vending machine was glowing in the dense fog at night. Onitachi approached it and saw a few flies sticking to the light box. When he reached out to insert coins, he disturbed them, flew up buzzingly, and circled the light tube non-stop; Even if all the animals in the world are extinct, these annoying creatures still exist.

A bottle of drink slid out of the vending machine, and he walked a few steps with it, stopping at the street corner.

There was a dark thing parked at the entrance of the alley, its outline was indistinct in the darkness, but Onikiri still recognized the specific appearance of that thing:

a trolley.

He walked up, and there were still a few bottles of green tea lying on the bottom of the trolley.

In the narrow gap between two rows of houses, a girl was lying on the ground, her ponytail was untied, her hair was messed up, her clothes were torn and torn, she was lying on her back, motionless.

Three men surrounded her, and one of them was sitting on top of her, with his hand on her chest.

He walked in, and a ray of moonlight passed over the girl's bruised neck and bare nape; at the same time, he also saw her bleeding face clearly.

It's that Simulator 6477 girl.

Onikiri recalled her appearance, she was always wearing a high ponytail, pushing the small car, bouncing around like a schoolgirl; she even handed herself a bottle of green tea in the morning, and told him that the hangover Get a good rest.

"Get off her," he said, "you pig."

The man riding 6477 looked up, and his companion also turned his head, looking at him drunkenly. There were several broken wine bottles rolling around their feet, and their bodies smelled of beer and vomit.

"Who are you?" He said, staring drunkenly at Onikiri's face, as if he didn't pay attention to him, "—forget it, no matter who you are, I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible."

"You will be punished," Onikiri said, with his heart beating violently and blood rushing to his brain, "I have witnessed it with my own eyes."

"I'm telling you, this coquettish bitch is a mock--" the man laughed, "even if she dies, I won't do anything."

——He looked at the man's eyes and punched him, and something hot splashed onto his hand, maybe it was the juice from the lens of the eyeball, or maybe the blood spurted from the eye socket.

This was perhaps Onikiri's worst decision at night, when he came to his senses, the three of them were lying on the ground, unconscious.

There was a rushing rustling sound, and there was something sticking against the wall in the darkness, crawling towards him like a spider.Two scavengers surrounded him, their insect-like compound eyes gleaming.

Not far away, sirens beeped, and colorful warning lights pierced through the cold and thick fog.

The "tomorrow" he was looking forward to had not yet arrived.

He knew he was doomed.