He has a secret that he dare not tell anyone. Compared with those mature older sisters, he prefers those innocent and beautiful little girls. Chris knows very well that he is not a copper-smelting criminal, and he will not like three-dimensional little girls. He just simply yearns for beauty. He even picks up the keyboard to criticize other netizens when they make some vulgar remarks. I want to protect a place where the mind is pure and I want to find a place for my soul to rest. Just like the protectors of holy places in Shenzhou novels, they devote their entire lives to the sanctuary they protect. "Why do I have so many random thoughts today?" Chris shook his head quickly after realizing that his brain was active too frequently. He turned on the game console and started playing a casual game. Perhaps because of his uneasy mood, he only got second from the bottom in the mini-game. Then he turned on his computer and went online to play Magic: The Gathering with people in the arena. He was undoubtedly beaten badly. Chris was frustrated by the repeated setbacks in playing games and was looking for new comics on the Internet. One of the comics that caught his eye was called "Shenzhou Zhejianlu". The comic was fully subtitled in Chinese. Chris's Chinese was not very good, but he had been reading raw materials online for many years and had a lot of instant translation software. "Qian...how is this word pronounced? Qian Yu (yu)? No, it should be Qian Jue (jue)." This is the disadvantage of instant translation. Many uncommon characters cannot be translated directly, especially the works of Shenzhou, which are even more difficult to understand. The comic is very short, only a few pages, and it seems to be newly released. But Chris likes the pictures very much, he likes the charm of martial arts.
After he had tried all forms of entertainment, he still couldn't relieve the burning anger in his heart. Why is this? Is it because I didn't find the right game? But he usually dislikes those games involving fighting and killing, and the pure violence only makes him feel sick. Give it a try. he said to himself. He opened a game called ATG5, and when he controlled the protagonist to kill a lot of people in the game, he finally smiled. Chapter 27 Sister Comfortable and peaceful, the airtight curtains blocked out the outside world, the chirping of birds on the treetops in the morning, the honking of horns on the road in the distance, all left him. Chris curled up on the floor, like a baby in swaddling clothes, and fell into a deep sleep. The game scene was still playing on the flashing computer screen in front of the table. The protagonist of the game, who had almost massacred the entire city, stood there as if nothing had happened, making movements from time to time under the control of the standby animation. Drop drop- The piercing alarm clock rang, urging him to get up and get ready for work, but Chris, who had been playing games until almost the early morning, was now very sleepy. He just subconsciously picked up his phone, turned off the alarm clock, and fell asleep again. An intense feeling of exhaustion wrapped around his body, dragging Chris into a deep dream. This is a very absurd dream. The creatures living here are all mushrooms with human expressions. Their caps are colorful and each one is different. There are even some mushroom people who make their mushroom heads into airplane heads, which look funny and ridiculous. But Chris himself is out of tune with this world. As the master of the dream, he is not an immobile mushroom, but a human being who can move freely. The mushroom people have no extra limbs except for their huge caps and stems. He curiously teased the mushrooms on the roadside and watched the mushrooms with different expressions, some getting angry, some shy, or just cursing in strange mushroom language because of his teasing. Chris found it very interesting. Until he accidentally stepped on a small mushroom. A small and ugly mushroom turned into a puddle of mud under his feet with a light step. The sticky feeling made him feel very sick, and the red mucus flowed out of the mushroom with a fishy smell and stuck to his new sneakers. "How disgusting." Cursing continuously, Chris wiped his new shoes hard. However, no matter how hard he wiped, the mucus stuck on them could not be wiped off.
"Damn it, damn it!" His emotions became more and more intense, and his curses became more and more unpleasant, but the mucus also stuck more firmly. Until in the dream, he created a machete out of thin air, and the sharp blade flashed white light. Chris held it high and then swung the knife down. The blade cut the skin of his ankle, and the rolling white flesh splashed dark black dirty blood, emitting bursts of fishy smell, mixed with ambiguous mushroom juice, flowing down along the skin, bones, and meridians. He chopped off his foot directly. He felt much more comfortable this way. There was a sudden knock on the door, and Chris, who was immersed in a dream, was suddenly awakened. He looked at his numb feet and was glad that they were just entangled by the connecting cable of the game controller. "Chris, open the door." My sister's voice came from outside the door, and Chris exhaled and responded. Game equipment was scattered all over the floor, and leftover snacks covered the floor, greasy food rubbed onto the quilt and clothes, leaving stains. Click. The door was opened, and the cold wind blew in, causing Chris to shiver. His sister Corona frowned, very dissatisfied with his speed in opening the door. She first looked around Chris's room, and frowned even more when she saw the room full of garbage and games. "Chris, I didn't hear you say that today is a day off." She put one hand on her waist, wearing only a thin nightgown, her hair was a little messy, and like Chris, she probably went to bed very late. "Sorry, sister, something happened yesterday." Feeling a little annoyed, he didn't want to recall what happened yesterday. "What's the matter? Why didn't you tell me!" Unfortunately, Corona was not so easy to fool. She crossed her arms and stared at Chris with a scrutinizing look. Chris's irritation grew stronger with his sister's constant pressure, and his voice gradually rose, "It has nothing to do with you!" "What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Ever since my parents passed away, I have been the one in charge of this family." It's like two cups of water heated in a microwave. Although the surface is calm, it will boil violently after colliding with each other. Chris slept for only three or four hours and was not refreshed at all. Later, he became mentally sensitive because of strange dreams and did not want to argue with his sister at all. Unfortunately, Corona didn't think so. Her brother's behavior seemed to be hiding something. She was very familiar with Chris, and this was not the state he should be in at all. As both of them were emotionally unstable, Corona's voice continued to rise. "Chris, tell me what happened. I am the one in charge of the family and I have the right to know!" "That's my own business. It has nothing to do with you or this family. Do you understand?!" "That's enough, Chris!" Corona interrupted Chris rudely. The disappointment in her eyes revealed her master's emotions. Her voice gradually calmed down, which was a manifestation of extreme anger. "Being addicted to these virtual things has made you lose your judgment in life. They have harmed you and destroyed you." Angry and depressed, Corona walked straight to Chris's desk and flipped the screen that was still playing the game to the ground. The screen flickered, and then it completely lost its image. The high-end computer that Chris had saved up for several months was directly deformed by the smash. The broken cable carried an arc of electricity, which seemed to be burning Chris's heart. A violent emotion kept surging in my heart, and my gaze gradually shifted to the baseball bat I placed in the corner. "Be normal, Chris, you're not a kid anymore." After destroying all the messy game consoles in the room, Corona stood in front of her brother and said, "Now, tell me what happened." Confusion, impatience, anger, and a mixture of negative emotions continued to assault Chris' spirit. He lowered his head and looked at his sister who was much shorter than him. The thin pajamas barely covered half of the woman's body, with a large area of skin exposed from the collar. Her charming body was firm and full. Chris, who had always been obsessed with paper people, discovered for the first time that his sister had such a side. He lowered his voice, with strong malice.
"It must be fun to be played with by those men, right? Those who lied to me that I was your colleague were actually just your playmates." "You're the head of the family, but you're nothing but a jerk. I've seen the pills thrown in the kitchen so many times, and you never thought of hiding them. Did you get high with those people in front of me, your brother?" "I even locked myself in a small room to give you so much space, just because I didn't want to see your dirty looks." "But now you've destroyed it! You've destroyed something I cherished!" Chris' eyes turned red, and his right hand reached for the bat by the wall. Chapter 28: Firefight boom--! The baseball bat hit the can, twisting and deforming the empty can body, which finally flew high into the air and then fell to the ground, where it was crushed again by a passing car and turned into an iron plate. An hour had passed since Chris had quarreled with his sister. At this moment, he was deeply immersed in strong self-blame. He kept stroking the baseball bat in his hand, but his inner emotions took a long time to calm down. "What's wrong with me? Why would I say something like that to my sister?" Chris kept questioning himself. The beer cans piled up on the edge of the flower bed had already reached several layers. As a homebody, he almost never touched alcohol, but this time he had already drunk several cans within an hour. There were several cigarettes scattered on the ground, all of which had just been lit, taken a puff, and then extinguished. Chris hated the smell of cigarettes. The pungent and choking smell always made him feel sick when it passed through his lungs. Even the "good cigarettes" that were widely circulated in this country did not interest him at all. But after taking the first puff, even though he quickly put it out, he subconsciously lit the second one a few minutes later. This addiction tugged at his already shaky spirit, and the intense pain ate away at his heart. Chris saw his sister's surprise, anger, fear, regret, and every detail of her expression. Because of this, Chris felt even more uncomfortable, because his sister's expression seemed to help him confirm his guess. Although he often saw strangers' shoes, Chris always avoided thinking in that direction, because after his parents passed away, his sister quit her job and went through that difficult time with him. He was unwilling to believe that his strong sister would degenerate to such a level. Just as Chris was sitting on the flower bed by the road, struggling with his inner struggle, several police cars rolled through the dust and stopped steadily in front of him. "Chris, you're under arrest." The police quickly surrounded Chris, took the baseball bat from his hands, and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Arrested? Why? I haven't broken any law at all!" Chris kept struggling. The police's words sounded like a fairy tale to him. He had never committed a crime in his life. "You are accused of murder, and the victim is a young policeman." The leading police officer didn't care about him and forcibly dragged him into the police car. Even the naive Chris knew that even if the police wanted to arrest a criminal, they had to provide a relevant arrest warrant. But now these police not only handcuffed him right away, but also directly designated him as a criminal. He had a vague intuition in his heart telling him that once he got on the police car, he would never be able to clear himself of suspicion. "I didn't do it. Let me go. I'm going to sue you." Chris, who lacked training, struggled continuously and managed to break free from the police escort. But the next second, a baton came down on his head. A sharp pain came, his vision went dark, and Chris fell into a coma. · After an unknown amount of time, when Chris woke up again, he felt that his hands had been handcuffed tightly, his cheek was pressed against the floor of the carriage, and the occasional bumps made his head hurt. "Yes, the scapegoat has been found." The escorting police car was completely dark, and Chris could only hear faint conversations, as if he was talking to someone.
"I understand that those people from Fanghehui went too far. That guy was one of the direct descendants of the mayor of Oaxaca City. His death here in such an unclear manner has a very bad impact." "This is your own business. The reward is 30 yuan." "30? Are you kidding? The price we agreed on last time was not this much. The policeman who was murdered was..." Chris didn't dare to move at all, for fear that the police around him would find out that he had woken up, but his heart was beating fast. The policeman who died in front of him yesterday was actually quite powerful, and was killed by the local gangsters in such an unclear way. However, the more important issue now was that Chris seemed to be used as a scapegoat. "As long as the matter is settled, it doesn't matter if the price is increased a little." “How much can I add?” "######" "Okay, I understand. The blood has been found on the kid's car window, and the camera at the time was also cleaned up by someone. As long as the higher-ups check it out, we can send him over." "If the people above really want to get to the bottom of this, then let them do it. Those local rats are monsters that eat people without leaving any bones." beep-- After the call was hung up, the leading policeman did not even think of disguising the sound of his phone call, and the accompanying policemen were even more indifferent. After hearing that they could add money, many of them even smiled. These guys had already colluded with the gangs. Chris' heart sank, and he immediately understood his situation. He was not the first scapegoat to be pushed out, and he would not be the last. Restlessness, mental breakdown, and unspeakable depression have been giving Chris strong warnings, but he is just an ordinary person after all, and now he doesn't even have the strength to resist. Just because you witnessed a shooting, you would be used as a scapegoat; just because there was blood splattered on the car window, you would face death. This damn world. This damn country. The cases I see in the news every day suddenly emerged in my mind. How many of them were pushed out to die by the demons hidden in the darkness? What would my sister do if I appeared in the news in the next few days? Thinking of this, Chris suddenly regretted saying such harsh words to his sister before running out. Da da. Just when Chris was feeling desperate, intensive gunfire suddenly rang out. The police car transporting the prisoners became a target, and the sturdy bulletproof glass windows could not completely block the gangster's firepower. "Aha, good morning, you lackeys of the Fanghe Society!" A strange and sharp cry came from outside. Chris lay tightly on the ground, not daring to move at all. Even if the police in the car walked back and forth directly on him, he did not dare to make a sound. No reason, no excuse, no sign. The fight between the police and the gangs happened openly in this city. boom--! The police car was suddenly hit, and the collision at high speed would result in death. Vehicles rolled, crashed, and burned. Fortunately, Chris, who had been lying on the ground, was the one with the least injuries in the entire car.
The police car was burning in flames and there was a risk of explosion at any time. Chris's head was covered in blood. He struggled desperately, moving his body to try to climb out of the car. Click. The gun is loaded. Chris raised his head and saw the black muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead.
