Let me live [Quick Transmigration]

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Tao Lin dropped the pen in his hand irritably, leaned back on the back of the chair, and rubbed his eyes.

In the few seconds when his eyes moved away from the page, the content that seemed to have a clear context when he read it just now became blurred and turned into a mess in his mind.If he wanted to recall and retell it again, he might just be tongue-tied, as if he was staring at the book in a daze before, but actually didn't read half a word.

Thinking of the notes written in the blank space of the materials, the "homework" stored in the computer at school, the "works" of extracurricular competitions and clubs, and the "work" at work... He can't even read it, let alone create it by himself. up.

Obviously, when he heard that person talk about work before, he always had a relaxed and interesting tone, and he wandered around in the game all day without paying much attention.He originally thought that Yan Chen's family was in a good family, he was taken care of by his elder brother, he had no worries about food and clothing, and that going out to work was just to avoid boredom and dawdle around, or the work itself was leisurely.He also thought that as long as he had the same resources and a healthy body, he would definitely be able to do better... As a result, the actual situation was completely different from what he thought!

Why is it so tiring and difficult?

He also thought that maybe those "works" were bought by Yan Chen with money, and he couldn't do it himself.But he has never found any relevant traces or evidence. Instead, he contacted a few shooters through the Internet, so that he can rescue them in case of emergency.

Tao Lin rested for a while with his eyes closed, and reluctantly let his eyes fall on the pages of the book again.He has been at home for almost two months, and there is really nothing wrong with his health. If he continues to drag on and refuses to return to the company, no matter how dull Yan Chuan is and how worried he is about his "illness" after the fall, he should be suspicious.But the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't learn it. He persisted for a few minutes, and finally pushed the book bitterly, unwilling to read it.

How about... why don't you act like a baby to your brother and say that you don't want to go back to work...

People's interests will always change. Isn't it normal that you don't like something you liked before?Let's just say... I suddenly want to learn to draw, my brother will definitely support me...

Tao Lin thought for a while, and felt more and more that this idea was feasible.He immediately relaxed, and he couldn't help but blame himself for not thinking about it earlier, it was a lot of hard work for no reason.He randomly collected the materials on the table and stacked them into a pile, regardless of the disordered order of the originally well-organized notes, he was going to put this pile of hateful things back to the bottom of the bookcase, or take the time to throw them away, and never read them again. to them.

He turned around, just in time to see the curtains by the balcony door fluttering slightly in the wind... Strange, he used to close the sliding door and draw the curtains before dark, because he felt the silhouettes of flowers and trees on the balcony outside Looks scary in the dark.Did you forget today?

This kind of trivial matter that is done casually every day, when you think about it carefully, your memory will become uncertain.Tao Lin didn't pay much attention, and walked over to close the sliding door.He tugged at the side of the arabesque shade, carefully pulling it away as he wondered when he was going to replace the featureless, bland shade—a situation like this, he couldn't resist I fantasize about the monsters standing in the dark behind the curtain, and the scenes in horror movies shake in front of my eyes, making myself terrified.

When he was still living in a crowded hospital ward... he was afraid of the bloody appearance of the wounded, afraid of the horrible rumors circulating in the hospital, afraid that one day he would not be able to wake up after coma, would become a ghost after death, and be trapped in the hospital bed forever above.After the success of the scheme to snatch Yan Chen's body...his fear of death was relieved, and he was even more afraid of ghosts from then on.The sudden noise behind him, the shadow he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, and seeing "my" face unprepared could all easily make his heart stop beating with nervousness.

What are you afraid of?Tao Lin told himself that the original "Yan Chen" had long since died and disappeared.Now, this body, this identity, and all the time he will live in the future have all become his.

He held his breath a little, opened the curtain, and still flinched unconsciously when his eyes touched the darkness outside.Fortunately, the balcony shrouded in night looked normal. There were no shadows shaking, and no clothes waiting to dry floating like ghosts.He relaxed the tense heartstrings, and touched the handle of the sliding door casually, preparing to close it.His fingertips touched the cold metal frame, and when he was about to apply force, he slipped suddenly—he froze.

There was a subtle coolness in the night wind... and a faint fishy smell that he thought came from the flowers and fertilizers on the balcony when he smelled it just now...

His cervical spine and entire spine were stiff, and when he finally mustered up the courage to lower his head, he even felt he could hear the joints in his neck moving.His eyes fell on the immobile arm that seemed to have turned into a stone, and he slowly moved towards the place touched by his fingers...he saw red.

The surface has solidified, and there are lumps mixed in the semi-fluid. The texture is a bit like jam, and it is stained everywhere on the glass and metal frame of the sliding door.They were dark red, a color that was not dazzling at all, but it made him dizzy suddenly, and his legs were so weak that he almost fell down.He finally came to his senses at this moment, let go hastily, and slowly turned over the palm of his hand trembling, only to see that his fingers and palm were already stained with the viscous liquid.

On the handle of the sliding door, dark red traces formed a somewhat distorted handprint shape, as if a person with bloody hands opened the door from the room and walked out.Where he pressed it without seeing it just now, the film that had just solidified on the surface of the trace was broken, and his own finger marks were printed on it, and when he left, he dragged out a brand new bloodstain.

The cheeks and lips of the figure reflected like a mirror on the glass of the sliding door have completely lost their color.Trembling, he slowly stretched out his hand again, and touched the trace on the glass surface that seemed to be rubbed against it.His fingertips were sticky, and because of the thickness of the liquid, he even felt a little soft. He suddenly withdrew his hand and took a step back. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and then pulled his hand away like lightning. He couldn't help retching. He staggered back to the side until his back touched the edge of the desk.

The blood is inside...in the room...just now...just out of the room...

His mind was blank, his eyes were hot, and his frightened eyes wandered back and forth, looking at the room in front of him.Nothing... nothing extra, and no bloodstains elsewhere... He clenched the corner of the table tightly, as if he had gained some courage from this actual contact and the surrounding silence, and his frozen thoughts barely turned.

That's right...going out...already gone out...

He stumbled towards the door, not daring to touch the handle again, pressed the upper part of the door frame, and closed the sliding door forcefully.The glass door moved silently on the high-quality slide rails, except for a "bang" sound when the door leaves on both sides collided.He trembled again because of the sound, but when he wanted to lock the door, he had to touch the bloodstains, and his fingers trembled and slipped several times before he barely pressed the lock.

He took a step back, full of desire to rush out of the room to find his brother, almost crying.Looking away from the blood and looking up, he saw himself reflected in the glass door...and the hands slowly forming in the air above his shoulders.

The fingers were blood-stained, and there was nothing under the wrist.As if to hold his head up, the palms of those hands gently folded together, touched his hair, and then touched his side face.

If his experience is richer, he has been told similar nasty jokes by his companions... Or just observe carefully and find the subtle flickering and distortion of the room scene in the reflection, he can easily judge that this is just using ordinary household equipment. It is a means of camouflaging by superimposing holograms on the surface of the body that can be completed.But the moment the picture was projected on the retina and transmitted to the brain, his mind had become blank, and he could not think about anything.

He didn't even know when the tears came down, maybe he lost consciousness for a few seconds, because after the coolness like ice touching the skin of his face, the next feeling was already the tear-stained cheek pressed against the floor Cold and hard again.He couldn't make any sound, as if his vocal cords had been severed, and his tongue was suppressed by fear... The only reaction he could make was trembling, his whole body was stiff, and his nasal cavity was filled with a sudden strong smell of blood, which made him want to vomit But can't spit it out.

That...thing pressed him firmly to the ground.It doesn't just have one hand, it feels like it has a whole body, but that only creates a heightened sense of dread when there's nothing to see.

Thick, warm fluid dripped onto the back of his neck and trickled down his neck.Those warm hands slid over the side of his neck, down his shoulders and back, onto his waist and legs...through the thin pajamas, there was no intimacy in that movement, it felt like he was inspecting He, checking a tool to see if it was still functioning well, thinking about where to cut him first... He heard his gasping and sobbing, which gradually became violent, in the extremely quiet room, Only this sound was so loud that it almost burst his eardrums.

The hands moved back, one pressed his shoulders, and the other grabbed his neck from behind. "You stole my things." The thing whispered behind his back, and the fingers pinched on both sides of his neck tightened immediately.In this way, the trachea will not be compressed, but the pain is like digging into the flesh and blood. The pinched blood vessels are throbbing, like a sponge that is constantly absorbing water and expanding is stuffed into the head.

The pain brought his voice back suddenly.He wanted to cry out, to cry for help, but he only made a little dry sound, and the monster behind him dragged him from the ground, and then pressed his face hard on the mattress.

The compressed and deformed cushions covered his nose and mouth, making the shouts so muffled that it was impossible to attract the attention of the people in the other room at the moment.He struggled in vain for a moment, while losing his strength, another kind of fear gradually rose after he regained consciousness.

It said... it just said he...

Extreme fear made him unable to distinguish the voice, so he presumptuously identified its identity based on the content of that sentence.The courage to struggle that he had finally mustered up dissipated, and he froze his body again.

The fingers that pinched the back of his neck loosened a little.The relentless exertion has already left red marks on the fair and fragile skin, which will turn into bruises in a short time.He gasped in horror, suppressing his voice, and felt cold fingertips moving on the side of his neck, groping gently along the pinch marks.

"Can't it be done..." The voice was very soft, as if talking to himself, "I can't stay... no... I..." Although it was so soft that it was almost inaudible, the voice suddenly increased The anger still pierced him as sharply as a sharp weapon, "Why..."

He cried a little. "Please..." He choked up and squeezed out broken words, before he could finish, he felt the hand that was originally pressing on the back of the shoulder blade moved up to the side.

Push down, twist, pull.The moment the joint was forcibly twisted and disengaged by the external force, the strength that had been relaxed for a short time strengthened again, and pressed him down heavily again, suffocating the scream caused by the severe pain in the depths of the soft fabric.

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When the phone rang, Tao Zi looked down, and smiled apologetically at the man in front of him who was just about to start a long speech.

"Excuse me……"

She got up and left from the table, put the phone to her ear, and hurried towards the bathroom. "Why are you calling again!" She complained softly before she could make a sound, "Didn't I tell you that I have something to do tonight?"

There is no sound on the phone.She took it down and took a look: it was indeed connected.

"Hey...why don't you talk?" She asked in a low voice, "What happened? Hello? Tao..." She was suddenly alert, stopped and shouted: "Who is it?"

After a few seconds of silence, the other side hung up.

Tao Zi stood blankly in the busy tone for a while, then put down his hands hesitantly, staring at the interface where the call ended, under the heating and air-conditioning wind of the restaurant, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine.