Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Pierre turned around, squatted down, looked at the old man straight in the eye, and smiled: "Grandpa, do you want to eat something?"

He brought the plate to the old man, who picked up the spoon and stuffed the food into his mouth bite by bite.

The old man has bad teeth and eats very slowly.

Pierre didn't pay attention at first, but gradually he found something was wrong.

As he swallowed the food mouthful by mouthful, the speed at which the old man took the food with the spoon seemed to be slowing down.

If the initial speed was just snail's pace, now it is as slow as an old snail crawling on the ground.

"Don't worry." Pierre reminded considerately.

The old man's speed was indeed slower than before.

Pierre frowned.

The volunteer next to him, seeing this, showed an excited look: "Let me feed you."

He forcefully pushed Pierre aside, took his place, picked up the spoon, and fed the old man mouthful by mouthful.

His movements were gentle and caring, and he even carefully helped the old man wipe the stains from the corners of his mouth.

It can be said that even if one’s own son were here, he might not be able to achieve this level.

Anyone who saw it would praise the scene for being warm and the volunteers for being caring.

Except Pierre...

He could tell at a glance that the volunteers were not sincere.

No matter how well the other person pretends, you can still capture some of his or her thoughts through the micro-expressions on his or her face.

For example, at this moment, the volunteers are very excited.

He came to take care of the elderly for some purpose, in order to get benefits.

But what benefits can be gained?

……

The afternoon passed quickly.

Night falls again and it's time to get off work.

Ivan and He Wen walked out of the building side by side, chatting and laughing on the way.

Ivan: "No one checked today."

He Wen: "Don't worry, Li Dongfeng comes and goes without a trace, he only conducts spot checks occasionally. If you are caught by him, you are doomed."

"But don't take any chances." He turned his head and warned, his face becoming serious: "Whether there is anyone checking or not, we can't just take the old man's things."

"Otherwise, if I find out, humph, even if we are very familiar with each other, I will not protect you."

It was the first time that Ivan was taught to be "kind".

He admired people with integrity and a sense of justice the most, and he immediately assured, "Of course."

"Just rest assured, I won't do anything like that."

Only then did He Wen smile.

The two returned to the dormitory. He Wen went to wash up first. Ivan sat on the bed, took out a paper ball wrapped in something from his pocket and opened it with a complicated expression.

He Wen came out of the bathroom while drying his hair and looked over curiously: "Hey, what is this?"

"Human... no, chicken feet." Ivan said with difficulty.

At this moment, not to mention Ivan, even the audience in front of the screen felt extremely uncomfortable when seeing this thing.

They are outside the live broadcast room and can see the situation of each chosen one.

Therefore, they saw clearly what Pierre did with the hand after Ivan handed it to him.

When Pierre arrived at the cafeteria, he found the aunt he knew from yesterday's meal.

Taking advantage of the free time, let the other party...fry the things.

Exploded...

Pierre wrapped the fried food in a paper towel and handed it to Ivan, and said confidently: "This way it won't be discovered."

Ivan...

Ivan thought about the situation at that time and really believed Pierre's lies. Why was he so careless that he actually gave the things to Pierre to deal with?

It would be better to just throw it away.

At this moment in the dormitory, He Wen's petite figure looked at the claw and asked in confusion: "Why don't you eat it?"

"Isn't it delicious?"

Pierre: "..."

How should he respond?

Is it a question of whether it tastes good or not? It's just too crazy, he doesn't dare to eat it at all.

"This is a gift from my good brother."

He Wen immediately added considerately: "I understand, you are reluctant to eat it."

Ivan nodded with difficulty.

He Wen: "It's such a precious thing, let's decorate it."

To be honest, although He Wen looks a little pale, his personality is not monotonous at all and he is very enthusiastic.

He immediately found a wooden box from his cabinet. The patterns carved on it were lifelike and looked very delicate.

Then he took out a pink ribbon and tied it around Fried Claw's wrist:

"Okay, it's done~"

"Are you happy?"

Ivan watched helplessly as the hand he had picked up was transformed into its current expensive appearance after going through the processes of several people. He was stunned.

His scalp tingled and he stammered, "Thank you, I'm very happy..."

It was the first time Ivan lied about something like this, and he felt insecure and his voice became several notches lower.

Not to mention the real world, where the audience knows everything and is annoyed by what they see.

"Oh my god, are these people devils?"

"Doesn't anyone find it strange?"

"Yes, Ivan was very unhappy."

"This world is too upside down. Ivan's normality, when placed in it, becomes the most abnormal one."

Ivan retracted his claws.

He didn't dare to look at it again, for fear that he would not be able to control himself and drop the thing on the spot, which would then be difficult to explain.

There is still some time before the bell rings.

Ivan lay on the bed and He Wen applied ointment on him.

The sunburned skin felt tingling and numb under the effect of the ointment, and had a slightly cooler feeling.

The two chatted, and Ivan took the opportunity to ask for information: "He Wen, what's on the top floor?"

"Nothing." He Wen said casually.

"I want to go up and take a look, can you come with me?" Ivan got up from the bed.

So far, he trusts his roommate very much.

Of course, there is another reason: life in the death prison has lowered his vigilance.

Others go to prison and meet bad guys, but Ivan meets a bunch of kind people whom he admires.

Let him see the "true love" in another world.

"Okay." He Wen stopped what he was doing and said, "I'll take you there."