His Marriage Partner is Scheming

[Little Eleven: ...Thank you? ]

[Little Eleven: You too. ]

It was only after Chi Xueyan stopped the car and walked into the bar that he saw He Qiao's reply.

The whole venue was decorated in a horrible way, the wallpaper was covered with mottled blood, and various blood-stained utensils were hung: scalpels, chainsaws, axes...

Appreciating the murderous-looking party scene in front of him, and remembering the hesitant thank you, Chi Xueyan laughed in a good mood.

Wang Shaojing, who was busy decorating the bar counter with simulated blood plasma, saw him coming in, and waved quickly: "Here!"

When he saw Chi Xueyan's expression clearly, he couldn't help joking: "Why did you come from get off work so late, which child are you coaxing?"

"A fun kid." Chi Xueyan didn't reply to the message again, and put away the phone, "Is there anything else I haven't finished?"

"It's almost there, oh, help me put up the poster, the ladder is over there, ask someone to help you when you go up."

Wang Shaojing pursed his lips at the ladder beside him, pointed to his rather sizable belly, and shook his head: "I'm worried that the ladder won't be able to bear it."

Chi Xueyan responded, "Okay."

He stood on the ladder, and when others handed the posters up, Wang Shaojing looked down and asked him: "Is your white coat in the way? Do you want to take it off first, and then put it on after you finish it?"

After Chi Xueyan got out of the car, she slipped on the white coat she had brought with her when she went out in the morning. Now it was Dr. Chi again.

"No, I'm used to it."

Doctor Chi on the ladder spread out the poster, and the dim light of the bar illuminated the top of the crimson hair.

On the poster, there is also a silhouette wearing a white doctor's uniform, which is reflected by the shimmering silver scalpel. In the shadow, there is a faint movie title, SCALPEL, that is, the scalpel.

This is a fairly classic series of horror movies, which is deeply loved by movie fans. For example, Wang Shaojing, who opened the bar, is a fanatical diehard fan. He not only named the bar SCA, but also put a lot of movie peripherals in the store, and would do it several times a year. Movie viewing party on the theme of "SCALPEL".

Guests who come to play can dress up as any character in the movie. A group of people play and watch movies in a carefully arranged scene. It is a carnival with a cult atmosphere, which is relatively rare in China.

Chi Xueyan heard about this party when she was in college, and after being brought by a friend to play once, she quickly fell in love with the movie, and came here every time since then, and thus met Wang Shaojing.

The doctor and the scalpel on the poster are the main elements in the first part of the movie. It tells the exquisite and brutal revenge game of a doctor with a high IQ. The symbols are always the white coat and the scalpel.

As for the villain, he has to be a surgeon who is proficient in human body structure.

Chi Xueyan finished pasting the poster, pressed the corners evenly, stared at the white coat on the paper for a while, then suddenly turned to ask Wang Shaojing: "Do I look like a villain?"

Wang Shaojing, who was full of plasma, raised his head, thinking that he had entered the role of the movie in advance, and immediately grinned, showing a terrifying smile: "Doctor D is not a villain, he is obviously the protagonist."

"..." Looking at his **** teeth, Chi Xueyan was amused, "Is this syrup delicious?"

"It's so sweet." Wang Shaojing pinched his throat and howled, "It's so sweet to death!"

The SCA bar is very popular tonight.

The streets are crowded with people, and the neon lights on the bar signs are colorful, hazy in the hot night, looking the same as in the past.

Young people in twos and threes came together, many of them dressed up as doctors, and some dressed up as various images of the dead that appeared in movies.

Among the bustling crowd, there was a "doctor" with an indifferent temperament but an outstanding appearance who stood out the most.

His companions were all wearing the same white coat specially prepared for this event, and there were different surgical instruments in their breast pockets. It looked like a gang committed crimes.

This set of surgical instruments is made of film and made of plastic. In order to avoid accidental injury, all guests can only carry imitation props, and all the decorations in the bar are not real swords and guns.

Someone solemnly handed the plastic scalpel to the companion who had become the focus of the crowd, as if handing over a crown: "Old Lu, sorted by height, this most important scalpel belongs to you."

Lu Siyi remained motionless, with a cold expression: "Childish."

His friends are all familiar with his temper, and someone immediately hugged his shoulders laughingly: "Cooperate, you will definitely like this movie, especially for decompression."

Lu Siyi looked at the scalpel handed in front of him, still stubbornly resisting: "My experiment has not yet..."

The companion quickly stuffed the props into his pocket, and pushed him in without any explanation.

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable to work behind closed doors. Aren't you stuck? Have a good game, maybe you will have new ideas. Even your instructor advises you not to be bored in the laboratory all the time..."

The colorful light of neon lights rolled over the white coat, and when you entered the door, it was another world.

The guests who participated for the first time were amazed by the atmosphere of the surrounding environment, and the regular guests greeted and chatted with each other, and there was a lot of noise everywhere.

When the movie officially started playing on the big screen, the sound wave became higher and higher.

Most of the people present have watched this series of movies, and many even know the specific plots and lines by heart. Whenever a character who will die tragically in the near future appears on the screen, the audience in the audience will show no mercy. spicy evaluation.

For example, in a dark hospital building, an obese security guard is holding a paper bag of popcorn in his hand, with a flashlight under his arm, and he is pacing and patrolling slowly. The metallic sound of keychains dangling in the room intertwined with each other, creating a strange atmosphere.

"Brother, don't eat, turn around and take a look!"

"What's the use of a broken flashlight, can you turn on the light!"

When the moment came when the security guard fell in a pool of blood, the bar erupted in long-simmering shouts and boos.

Wang Shaojing, who was dressed as a security guard of the building, was sitting at the bar with the same keychain hanging on his waist. He happily accepted the popcorn thrown by the guests, and then cheerfully drew the first horizontal line of the orthographic on the small blackboard at hand.

This is the correct way to open a horror film.

Among the crowd who became more and more crazy, the only doctor with red hair had a wandering expression.

Chi Xueyan has participated in many SCALPEL carnivals, and today is the first time that she did not devote herself fully.

Doctor D on the screen left quietly after completing his first trial, leaving no trace except for the corner of his white clothes flashing in the dark.

Chi Xueyan outside the screen suddenly remembered the story he heard in the evening.

The villain in the novel world lost everything because of a paranoid unrequited love.

This is obviously impossible, but He Qiao's extremely serious expression appeared in his mind when he said these words.

Maybe it was because He Qiao was quite an interesting person, but the two of them broke up without talking for a few words, so he felt a little regretful subconsciously.

Chi Xueyan shook her head, decided not to think about it anymore, trying to drive away those trivial thoughts.

His peripheral vision swept over a still area not far away, and then he turned his head and looked over in surprise.

In the high-spirited atmosphere of the demons dancing, there was a tall boy dressed as Doctor D who looked unusually calm, out of tune with the excitement around him, lowered his head alone, as if he was writing something.

Chi Xueyan walked a few steps closer, passed the popcorn and paper **** flying all over the sky, and saw the other party resting a plastic scalpel on the palm of his right hand as a backing board, holding a pen to write on a small piece of paper .

With Chi Xueyan's excellent eyesight, he could vaguely see that it wasn't a phone number or a count of the dead in a movie, but a bunch of complicated formulas like a bible.

A left-handed academic master with strong concentration and superior profile lines.

And he was completely unaware of the noise around him and the peepers beside him.

Chi Xueyan looked at it for a while, first he felt strange, and then the smile in his eyes deepened.

He is often attracted to strange and elusive people or things.

In the almost boiling bar, this strange place of silence widened a little.

I don't know how long it took, until a writing board with white paper was handed to him, the boy who was deep in thought raised his head, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The other party's frontal face is also in line with his aesthetics, Chi Xueyan thought so.

"It's more convenient to write with this."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it: "Thank you."

With a more convenient tool, he couldn't wait to lower his head and start writing. He was dragged into the world full of puzzles by the formula. After a while, he seemed to think of politeness, and then pulled out abruptly.

He looked at the strange red-haired youth: "I will finish writing it soon, and I will return it to you after I finish writing it."

Chi Xueyan shrugged: "It's okay, I'll see you off."

The other party was about to bow his head again, and he continued to ask: "Did you be dragged here by a friend to play?"

"right."

Chi Xueyan laughed: "In two minutes, Doctor D will use the tablet to kill people. It's a classic scene."

The boy was stunned, looked at the writing board in his hand, then at the big screen in front of him, and finally buried himself in the formula: "I can finish it right away."

Chi Xueyan also looked away and stopped disturbing the other party.

This is a very assertive person.

After the first part of the movie was finished, the lights came on, and the intermission began in the bar, the boy put down his pen, heaved a sigh of relief, and even his usual cold expression softened a little.

He took off the densely written paper, folded it neatly and put it in his pocket, then found Chi Xueyan who was sitting at the bar chatting with Wang Shaojing, and returned the writing board: "I'm done using it, thank you."

Chi Xueyan saw that he was eager to leave, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, I'm going back to the laboratory." He whispered with faint excitement in his tone, "I have a new idea."

Before the other party turned to leave, Chi Xueyan reached out to him in time and introduced himself, "Chi Xueyan."

It was a great place to meet friends, with strangers exchanging contact information all around him, and his behavior was not abrupt.

So this tall boy didn't resist.

He stretched out his hand to respond, with a flat tone: "Lu Siyi."

When the words fell to the ground, the dim light in front of him seemed to shake, and he suddenly crashed into a frightened dream.

Lu Siyi.

Chi Xueyan's mind went blank for a moment.

He heard his own voice that suddenly became distant: "Which Yi? A resolute Yi?"

There is also a more distant answer from the other party.

"Li Yuyi, standing upright, feathery feather."

He also asked the same question when He Qiao told him the story of wearing a book.

Because it is an uncommon word.

He got exactly the same answer.

Amidst the hazy and roaring noise, Chi Xueyan couldn't remember when Lu Siyi left, and the idea of ​​wanting a contact information was completely dispelled. off again.

Wang Shaojing, who was about to play the second movie, patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you in a daze? It's about to start, hurry up."

Chi Xueyan called him to stop, the faint bewilderment in his voice was overshadowed by laughter.

He asked again: "Do I look like a villain?"

Wang Shaojing threw him a bag of popcorn, stared at the big screen without looking back, and answered loudly: "You are the most handsome villain in the audience!"

Five minutes later, at the door of the bar.

The neon lights illuminated Chi Xueyan's side face, and the evening wind blew his short hair. He stared at the movie poster posted on the bar door, and the corner of his white clothes was hidden in the shadows.

After a long time, he took out his phone.

The invisible signal penetrated the air, jumped in the grand night, and poured into a bright and bright glass window in an instant.

The young man in the window is nestled on a soft sofa, his fingers are nimbly manipulating the game controller, the light and shadow on the super-large-screen TV in front of him are changing, and the game volume is turned up to the maximum, which is deafening. Even though the sound insulation of this game room is excellent, people outside the room You can also faintly hear the noise pouring out.

When the shootout is over, an icon pops up on the screen indicating that the mission is complete.

He Qiao looked at the flashing and disappearing pattern expressionlessly, operated the joystick, and drove to the next mission location.

He doesn't want to play games at all.

But today He Xiao was at home, watching TV with his mother in the living room downstairs, and everyone in the family knew that "He Qiao" liked to play games.

Just as he was driving on a rampage in the virtual city, on the coffee table filled with fruit and snacks, his phone vibrated.

A voice call from Chi Xueyan.

He Qiao didn't notice for a while, the car that was driving smoothly turned straight down the slope, and rolled 360 degrees in the air.

In the dust and smoke of the vehicle crashing to the ground, he pressed the answer button, and the last topic of the two conversations appeared in his mind: dental care.

Out of bounds, but very clear.

Loud music and ambient sounds came from the receiver, and before he could speak, Chi Xueyan's voice sounded distinctly: "Mr. He, do you want supper?"

The wanton tone of the person on the other end of the phone caused He Qiao to catch a glimpse of the warm red in a trance.

"About the meeting in the evening, I regret it." The other party's voice was bright and flamboyant, flowing close to his ear, "Do you want to come out to eat hot pot?"