Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Xie Jing pressed the mural in the corridor, and somehow he touched it. There was a slight clicking sound inside, and the invisible door was dented inward.

The light on the long corridor shone in through the gap in the doorway, and a strong stench hit the face.

A woman is tied to a stool with her hair loose.

She was lying on the ground with the stool pressed against her body, like a snail with a heavy shell on her back, lying motionless on the ground.

Xie Jing's expression was indifferent, without any mercy.

'click'

He turned around and closed the door, and the slight sound seemed to wake up the fallen woman from her dream.

"Well......"

Xie Jing stopped half a meter in front of her, and didn't come closer.

The woman lost the image of a strong woman when she faced him in the past, like a lunatic locked in a mental hospital, immersed in her own world.

When he got sick, he yelled, and when he didn't get sick, he tried everything he could to kill his own son who "imprisoned" him.

She used all the vicious words and vocabulary in the world to attack and insult him, and even put him to death.

They are not like a mother and son, but like enemies.

"Mother."

The woman seemed to sense the sound, and her fingers moved slightly.

Xie Jing walked up to the woman and knelt down.

"Do you still want to ask someone for help?"

The woman raised her head slowly, her bloodshot eyes shrank suddenly when she saw Xie Jing, and her chapped lips buzzed together.

"Strange, monster..."

Xie Jing had already seen the strangeness, and smiled coldly.

"Did you have a good time here?"

The woman screamed madly and got up from the ground, because she couldn't straighten up completely because of a heavy chair tied to her body.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"I'm not your mother, you monster!"

She grabbed everything she could touch and threw it, "You will be punished! You monster, you will be punished!"

"I want to call the police! I want to call the police!"

Xie Jing was hit by a piece of wood she casually threw, and his expression hardly changed. Hearing this, he sneered, "Call the police?"

He stood up, patted the dust off his body, and smiled at her, but the smile didn't catch his eyes.

"You can try to see if the police will come to you."

The woman pulled her hair frantically, shouting a sentence repeatedly.

"Xie Jing! You will suffer retribution! You will suffer retribution!"

Xie Jing stood on the spot and listened for a while, then felt bored, turned around and wanted to leave, but someone hugged his ankle!

"Thank you, Jing!"

The woman's eyes were red, she opened her mouth and bit down on his calf!

Xie Jing frowned, and quickly kicked the person away.

'boom'

The woman fell to the side in pain after eating, and there was a sweet smell in her mouth.

Ignoring the pain, she raised her face, her disheveled hair covered half of her brows and eyes, and the exposed eye seemed poisoned, and cursed word by word: "You will suffer retribution! You will suffer retribution!"

Xie Jing said lightly: "I don't believe in retribution."

He lowered his head and parted his thin lips lightly.

"I believe in what I can hold in the palm of my hand."

*

Jiang Zijin lay down on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"How can I have the face to see Xie Jing?"

System 01 said: "He doesn't mind."

Jiang Zijin hugged her head and wanted to cry, "I don't mind."

She just wanted the driver to buy some cryptic movies to watch. She didn't expect that such pure action movies would be sold on the bright side.

Simply indecent!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zijin hugged the pillow, feeling even more sad.

System 01: "If you know about him, nothing will happen."

"As long as you stay here for dozens of days, this task will be completely completed."

System 01: "He can only see you once a year. In the future, he will experience various events such as birth, old age, sickness and death. But your appearance will not change, and you will never age or die. There is no need to invest too much emotion. It will be you who will be sad when the time comes."

Jiang Zijin was silent for a moment, and her eyes fell on the dvd with a little laxity.

Don't put too much emotion into it...

She understands the truth, but when people socialize with each other, it is impossible not to develop feelings.

It was hard for her to imagine Xie Jing's gray-haired appearance decades later.

Xie Jing would die in front of her a hundred years later, unable to breathe or speak, lying cold in the dark.

And she can only watch the vicissitudes of the "world" as a bystander.

System 01: "By the way, the item rewards you obtained in the previous few worlds will now be issued, and you can choose to exchange them for accessories to wear, or exchange them for the same amount of points."

As soon as the words were finished, a white light suddenly burst into the air, and what appeared in front of my eyes was a pair of ruby-shaped earrings and a pair of safety bracelets.

They lay quietly on the coffee table of the sofa.

System 01: "These two props can give you a certain amount of luck in this world."

Jiang Zijin: "The last world too?"

She remembered wearing these things in the world of ghost marriage.

System 01: "Yes, people who are involved with accessories will find you as quickly as possible in the world and provide you with protection."

Jiang Zijin thought of the werewolves, and asked, "Why are they involved with these things?"

System 01: "It involves a confidentiality agreement, so I can't tell you at the moment, please forgive me."

Jiang Zijin: "Okay."

She was used to the system's confidentiality regulations, so she picked up the bracelet on the coffee table and put it on for herself.

Although she wasn't smart, she was obedient, and these worlds passed by without any danger.

There are some engravings on the bracelet, which are different from the one Zhou Zeyu wore on her wrist in the last world.

Jiang Zijin touched the engraving, it was a string of Italian characters.

【perilmioamore】

.......

The afternoon passed quickly, after tonight, it was time for Jiang Zijin to leave.

She took the time to look at the mural at the end of the corridor, and pressed and pressed according to the position of the mechanism in her memory yesterday, but the mural did not open as she expected.

what happened?

Jiang Zijin stood there suspiciously for a while.

You obviously opened it yesterday by clicking here?

She wanted to try again, but a cold male voice came from behind her.

"elder sister?"

Jiang Zijin trembled all over, the illusion of being stared at coldly, which made her arms uncontrollably covered with goosebumps.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Zijin turned around and found that it was Xie Jing who was relieved and patted his chest.

"I just wandered around, why are you walking so silently, it scared me to death..."

Xie Jing didn't speak, and walked towards her with slightly sloping footsteps.

Jiang Zijin looked down at Xie Jing's leg, frowned, and said, "Why don't you hold a cane, it's not good for your leg recovery."

Xie Jing said lightly: "It doesn't matter, my leg injury won't heal."

Jiang Zijin disagreed and said, "How can that be, it should hurt later, I'll get you the crutch for you."

Xie Jing: "No need."

He knew all too well that his leg hurt.

At first, there might be some hope, but after several years of treatment, the doctor said no, and he couldn't do without a walking stick in his life, so Xie Jing didn't bother to care about that useless leg anymore.

For him, the hope is slim, and he is directly sentenced to death.

Jiang Zijin said: "I still have me. I can't cure you now, but it doesn't mean I can't in the future. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your leg."

She raised her head to look at Xie Jing, the dimples on both sides of her cheeks were faintly visible, and said, "Got it?"

Xie Jing's thin lips moved slightly, and his thick long eyelashes trembled.

"I'll get it for you."

Jiang Zijin remembered that his crutches were usually placed on the second floor, not far away, so she trotted to get the cane, turning her head to look at Xie Jing as she ran.

"Stand here and wait for me, I'll be right over!"

Xie Jing looked at Jiang Zijin's receding back, and gave a low "hmm".

The long eyelashes were half down, and there was a slight coldness on the pale and delicate cheeks.

He has been waiting since he was a child, and he is used to waiting.

I was bullied when I was a child, and I naively had expectations and fantasies.He believes that God is fair, and good luck will come to him equally.

He can also be hugged by his parents and held hands to buy his favorite snacks.

The reality ruthlessly tore off the "sugar coating" of that fantasy, revealing the bloody wound inside.

His mother stepped on him and pushed him into the abyss step by step.

He has been waiting for someone to bring him out of Xie's house, even if he lives a poor and ordinary life, he still enjoys it.

But no one has ever been able to help him when he is most helpless.

Xie Jing leaned against the wall of the corridor, the fingers hanging below his body trembled unconsciously due to the beating of nerves.

There was a sharp stabbing pain on his back, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

This is a precursor to his illness.

The mother is mentally ill, and the son who was born is also an abnormal lunatic.

Xie Jing laughed at himself.

On this point, his mother was right.

There was a burst of pain in his mind, which made Xie Jing almost unable to stand.

He covered his throbbing temples, his eyes were bloodshot with horror, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

"what……"

pain.

My whole body hurts.

It's like being thrown into a meat grinder, it's heart-wrenching.

He waited for the "God" who saved him back then to appear again, until the last ray of hope was extinguished, until his mind was twisted, and he no longer had unreasonable expectations for everything in the world.

'God' appeared.

But he is no longer the naive and ridiculous 'Xie Jing' five years ago.

Under the cold white light, the young man was tall and tall, with a sickly glimmer in his pitch-black pupils, like a ghost, making people feel chilling.