dramatic death

The beginning of the new era has not changed the harsh rules of idol artists. The "reporting" regulations promulgated by the government are like planting a kudzu vine among the crowd, allowing it to greedily squeeze the little trust left between people.

As long as you can take pictures, and as long as the evidence you take can be matched with city surveillance, you can accuse an artist of being "unworthy of being a public figure" or even use "misbehaviour" for not helping a billboard that fell to the ground. Come and condemn him.

What's more, today's sentencing of public figures depends on their own influence. Like Christie, "uncivilized language" is enough for her to spend three years in the reformatory.

Yin Tong was caught off guard by his little benefactor's sudden swearing, he covered Christie's mouth, put his arms around the little girl's waist, hugged her and stuffed her directly under the bar.

The city surveillance came whistling like a fly that smelled blood, stopped outside the window and flapped its wings for a long time before dispersing angrily.Yin Tong withdrew his gaze and squatted on the ground with Christie, frowned and hit Christie with his head, and hurriedly said in a deep voice: "Little ancestor, can you pay attention to what you say?"

If this was reported by the masses, or captured by city surveillance, Christie would probably meet Yintong Toutiao tomorrow morning, and the title would still be 'National loli curses in public, poisoning the next generation of the motherland'.

However, Christie didn't mean to be prudent in her words and deeds. She didn't feel that she had done something wrong. She even rolled her eyes and held Yintong's finger, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"The young popular actor doesn't know who has been spoiled by someone, and now his temper is as violent as a firecracker, and the twin ponytails under the cap are flicking, as if they can explode into angry cat tails at any time.

Little Boss Yin gasped after being bitten by her, and deeply realized that the mature milk cats have a mouthful of iron teeth and copper teeth. Christie raised her chin and glared at him angrily, probably feeling that she was taking revenge, so she hummed softly, and then took a quick look around the bar.

The clock in the store is stopping at 16:40, and the second hand is still showing the tail of the afternoon tea. As far as I can see, there are only a few scattered customers sitting near the window, and the air is so quiet that I can almost hear the clinking of cups. sound.

Christie peeked around with her head exposed, then squatted back, and found that no one had noticed the dispute just now, so she naturally ignored the only witness, and her expression became haughty again.

"Don't change the subject," she squatted in front of Yintong, lowered her voice and said every word, "Be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting. If you lie to me, I will be angry."

Yin Tong covered her hands and smirked, Miss Xindao, you can double-standard, if you can lie to me, I can't lie to you?Obviously I would be angry too.

However, it can't be said that, Christie would probably fight him under the bar.Yin Tong imitated the little girl's appearance and lowered his voice, sighed pretentiously, he said: "I didn't really think about it, it's just that there are too many things recently, so yesterday I got up and gave myself a vacation."

Christie raised her eyebrows: "It's a holiday with a pale face? What kind of holiday are you taking, a day trip to the underworld?"

Yintong squatted on the ground, blinked innocently, thinking that you have finished talking, what else can I say.

Christie obviously doesn't believe his claims and subjectively thinks all his statements are nonsense.Her attention was still on the diaries she sent, and she stubbornly believed that Yintong's current emotional problems must be caused by the contents of those diaries-although this idea could not be wrong, it was a bit too arbitrary.

Yintong knew in his heart that his pale face was due to the dream this morning, and his trance was due to what happened in the past two days.The blood spot on his wrist is still aching. Aren't these things much more important than those novel-like diaries?

But he can't say.

If he rolled up his sleeves to reveal blood spots on his wrists, Christie could guess his recurring hallucinations and hysterics.He'd be taken back to Christie's apartment, locked in a bedroom with no windows, and forced to swallow loads of capsules at regular intervals—he didn't like those things, they had to bring Come the bad, endless nightmare.

They have no effect on Yintong's hallucinations.

But if he refuses to take the medicine, Christie will argue with him with red eyes.She could list thousands of reasons why Yintong should be "obedient" hoarsely, torturing his eardrums non-stop with her shrill voice.

She is like a menopausal old mother whose patience has been worn out by the complicated chores in life.Sometimes Yin Tong can't even tell whether Christie wants him to "live well" or hope him to be "destroyed". Anyway, he doesn't want him to "die", because after death, there will be nothing left.

Christie hopes that "Yintong" is alive.

"Yintong" must be alive.

——It doesn’t matter whether there is self-awareness or a soul, maybe if Yintong has no memory and is happy like a fool every day, that is what Christie expects most.

All she wanted was a doll, as little girls long for dolls.

But Yintong is unwilling to become a doll.

He doesn't want to pretend to be ignorant and have fun every day, after all, hallucinations and nightmares are real, and whitewashing the peace in order to please Christie will only bring worse and endless torture.There will always be a day when he can't make it through. Christie is not a blind old lady. He feels that they need to communicate, and it is best to sit down and talk calmly.

However, this is too difficult.Yin Tong thought, even if objective factors such as work are excluded, and additional conditions such as time and money are not considered, the difficulty of letting Christie sit down and "peace of mind" has exceeded what I can do upper limit.

——Christie can't "peace of mind", as long as she hears about my "hallucination", she will immediately explode on the spot.

Yintong squatted on the ground and sighed, trying to find clues from the previous conversation.However, the quick-tempered national girl obviously didn't want to give him another chance to make up lies, so Christie raised her hand through gritted teeth, and slapped him on the knee.

"No, no, think, okay, excuse me?" She clenched her back molars, squinted her eyes and showed a smirk.

Little Boss Yin tried his best to suppress his indescribable expression, and simply obeyed the little girl's wish, recalling the content of the letter, and picked out some irrelevant things to say.

"I wanted to rest," he leaned on his knees, blinked his eyes and sighed pitifully, "I can't blame me for receiving the mail, you think, you will want to open it first when you receive the courier early in the morning No? Who knew that the content of the diary would become more and more ups and downs, making people want to stop, and they couldn't stop after reading it."

Yintong coughed lightly, and laughed dryly in Christie's searchlight-like eyes: "I just want to see the final result and satisfy my raging curiosity. You see, don't you usually use letters first in suspense novels?" Things like props/an ancient relic arouse the curiosity of readers and protagonists, and then dig deeper and deeper during the unfolding process, and finally come up with a shocking secret? I just want to know what the 'shocking secret' is. "

Christie looked up at him and rolled her eyes blankly: "Nowadays, the detection system covers the whole world, and any city surveillance can detect 500 meters underground. If you want to rob graves and dig treasures, I can sign up for a tour group for you." , Those letters have nothing to look at, they are all deceptive things."

"It's rare to be a liar," Yin Tong said with a smile, "If the things in the letter are true, wouldn't it be too scary."

"So what did you say in the letter?" Christie stood up, brushed the ashes off her skirt, and jumped onto the high stool behind the bar with one hand propped up on the chair, "The last letter you received took up a day of your time. What was written in the diary you studied?"

The topic changed again.

Yin Tong sometimes feels that Christie's way of thinking is like a flow chart in the terminal: "Execute B if A is correct, otherwise return to the previous step", she will not be framed by verbal traps, no matter what Yin Tong talks about No matter how far away, she can remember what she wanted to ask at the beginning.

——What was the last letter Christie read?

Yin Tong vaguely remembered that the last time they had a similar conversation was the day before yesterday, the morning before yesterday, when he received what should be the fourth letter, the content of the letter stayed on "The protagonist was attacked brutally, the instructor hero saved the beauty".

According to Christie, what she wants to know should be the fifth letter—that is, the content of the letter she received the night before yesterday.But in fact, Christie interrupted Yintong before he could conclude. She said, "I want to listen to the complete contents of the two letters. Don't cut them out to fool me."

Yin Tong froze for a moment.

At this moment, he remembered many things, from the content of the conversation between him and Christie to the behavior of the little girl, and even the layout of the scene he saw before going out in the morning.His eyes flicked across the advertisements displayed in the shopping mall across the street, and stayed on Christie's little face that was still full of resentment.Looking at her delicate makeup, bright eyes and thin red lips, he vaguely remembered the "happy ending" written at the end of yesterday's letter.

【"Welcome to my little garden, this game only has a happy ending."】

He suddenly felt a strange sense of dislocation, as if someone was whispering in his ear.

【"How do I prove that this world is virtual or real?"】

The promotional sound effects of Hakoniwa Online ran rampant in his mind, and "70% fidelity" frequently broke into his chaotic thinking.Yin Tong stood behind the bar and watched the game advertisements played in a loop in the shopping mall across the street. Something flashed through his mind, accompanied by an out-of-control hover car, and suddenly exploded on his retina.

He heard himself asking Christie, "Have you been spying on me?"

The glass window made a miserable sound, and at 17:09 in the afternoon, the roar exploded on the commercial street outside the dessert house.