my roommate is the head

Xiao Zhu hurriedly turned around, only to find that the door of the library had turned into a white wall. Looking back, the lobby for self-study also disappeared, and he was surrounded by rows of books.

His breathing speeded up suddenly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. Xiao Zhu tried his best to calm himself down, and carefully checked the books on the shelf at hand. A copy of "Secret" by Keigo Higashino came into view, and he recognized from his experience that he was in the middle of literature. museum.

The four halls of the library are distributed in the four directions of east, west, north and south with the lobby as the center, and the literature hall is on the east side, farthest from the gate.

Xiao Zhu stood there at a loss, the gap between the bookshelves was extremely narrow at this time, and he faintly felt short of breath.

The narrow and closed space was so quiet that only Xiao Zhu's heavy breathing could be heard. His face turned pale, and after thinking about it, he groped towards the exit of the Literature Museum according to his memory.

Xiao Zhu walked a certain distance and still couldn't see the exit. He couldn't help but feel suspicious. His eyes darkened suddenly, and he tilted his head stiffly. The "Secret" was still lying quietly in place, with the black and red tones mainly on the cover tape. A little depressed.

He carefully checked the bookshelves row by row, his feet getting faster and faster, and his heart became colder and colder, because Xiao Zhu found that there was a black and red book on each bookshelf.

I thought I was trapped in the literature library, but I didn't expect to be trapped in the middle of the bookshelf.

"I don't know which great god manifested, I'm just a little pig demon, I don't intend to offend, please let me go."

Xiao Zhu closed his eyes tightly, clasped his palms together and raised them above his head, shaking them constantly against the air, his voice split slightly because of excessive tension.

There was a moment of silence around Xiao Zhu, the air around Xiao Zhu swayed slightly, and a five or six-year-old child appeared in front of him, with a round face as red as a small apple, big round eyes full of tears, wearing a A pair of frayed and whitish overalls.

Xiao Zhu secretly opened his eyes a crack, and then opened them wider and wider, his eyes were full of surprise.

If there was a third person present, they would definitely doubt the relationship between this kid and Xiao Zhu, because they look exactly the same!

Xiao Zhu subconsciously stretched out his hand to reach out to the child, but was bounced back abruptly by a cold and hard object.

The child didn't seem to see Xiao Zhu, sitting on the ground and shrunk himself into a small ball, holding his straps tightly with his little fleshy hands, staring at a corner in a daze, with a few mud marks on his face.

Soon the child changed into the school uniform of a primary school student. He stood alone on one side, stretching out his elbow to cover his face. Pebbles kept flying towards him from other places. The child lowered his head silently, his big eyes She was full of tears, but held back abruptly.

Xiao Zhu stared blankly at the child in front of him, breathing more and more rapidly. When he saw the child jumping happily holding a letter, his eyes became hot and he almost cried out.

The child in front of him was himself. In the lonely and lonely days of more than ten years, only that thin letter could bring him a little comfort, but now... it is gone.

The uneasiness, grievance, and sadness all along were gradually magnified at this moment. Xiao Zhu's emotional ups and downs became more and more severe, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his white and tender skin was stained with a layer of blush.

"What are you happy about? He will leave you too, do you know that!"

Xiao Zhu kept rushing to the children and roaring loudly, but was blocked again and again.

He knelt down on the ground, his eyes were red, he stared at the ground motionless, a burst of hatred that he had never felt before, Xiao Zhu grabbed his hair angrily, and kept repeating: "Why? Why did you leave? Why did you leave?" don't like me?"

The anger and hatred in his heart were constantly intertwined and rolling, Xiao Zhu's face was a little ferocious, he unconsciously pulled his hair, the slight pain could not relieve his heart at all, Xiao Zhu looked at the protruding edges and corners of the bookshelf, desperately hit his head on it.

The expected pain didn't come, but the top of the head hit a piece of softness, which seemed to still be moist and hot.

Unwillingly, Xiao Zhu pushed his head forward, and there was a muffled groan from above his head, and then his head was hugged vigorously.

"Fuck...you're crazy, your intestines are going to be blown away by you." The visitor said angrily.