[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

451 degrees Fahrenheit is the ignition point of paper.

Books are contraband.

The job of firefighters is no longer to put out fires, but to burn books.

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City X, 19:00

Countdown: 156 hours

……

In the night, Truman uneasily lit a cigarette.

Bibliophile No. [-].

The name came to his mind again, and the more he thought about it, the more troublesome it became.

All associations about this name are filled with an extremely dangerous meaning——

"Fallen Martyr"

"An extremely dangerous criminal"

"His mind has been corrupted by thousands of books"

"Believe me, he is definitely the only one who cannot be redeemed among all the book collectors."

"Truman, don't look at him! After all, he has such a pair of bewitching eyes"

"Don't be fooled by his holy and noble appearance. His soul is dirty and ugly, and has already rotted. Any firefighter polluted by him is destined to be dragged into hell."

……

Truman took a deep breath.

He was sure that he was firm and rational, and he would never be bewitched by the bibliophile.

More importantly, he must not be bewitched!

He's only 17 years old, he's just graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, he's just become a firefighter and he doesn't want to lose that job.

He enjoys the job.

Burning is a pleasure.

Start the igniter, play a symphony of fiery flames with a copper nozzle, watch everything in the fire be swallowed and scorched, and witness history turned into residue and ruins...

Yes, he enjoyed the pleasure of burning everything.

……

The scorching heat on the pads of his fingers made Truman wake up from his messy thoughts.

The cigarette has burned to the mouthpiece.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and orange sparks danced.

Truman's bewildered pupils finally focused, and he looked at the old mottled villa building directly in front of him.

This old house is the oldest building in the entire city with a history of 300 years.Like other houses, a thin fire protection shell was mandatory decades ago.

He wiped the non-existent cigarette ash on the trouser line with his hand, and finally walked towards the gate of the villa.

But he froze at the door again, until there was a tearing hum above his head.

The hand that was about to ring the doorbell hung in the air, trembling slightly.

The bomber flew across the sky, skimmed the sky above the house, howled, circled, screamed, and the stars were smashed by the huge black machine.

"Damn it, why are these ghost things always flying in the sky!"

……

The plane flew away and the doorbell finally rang.

But his hand was still stiff in place.

He heard the mechanical sound of the doorbell in the house, but the door did not open for a long time.

Truman's nervous hands were a little sweaty, and his fingertips were covered with thick dust on the doorbell casing.After a long time, he pressed it again.

He pressed it three times, and the sound of procrastinating footsteps finally came from the villa, getting closer and closer. When the door was finally opened, he saw the familiar person, and Truman heard the sound of his heart accelerating out of control—bang Bang bang—clear, hard, menacing.

All his self-control collapsed at this moment.

The moment he saw those eyes, he realized that all the rationality and determination just now were just a bluff.

……

This man is not young anymore. After all, he is 37 years old. He has an unshaven beard and black hair that is messy on his head. It seems that he has never taken care of it. Wrinkled, somewhat messy, and sloppy, the three buttons near the neckline were undone, revealing his fair chest, perhaps because he was locked in the house for a long time and could not see the sun, his skin was morbidly pale.His facial features were no longer perfect and exquisite as when he was young, his expression was decadent, his appearance was rough and even a little ugly.The eyes are sunken in the eye sockets, and the eyeballs are even a little cloudy, but when those dark eyes are staring at you intently, the bottom of the eyes always inadvertently reveals a strange light, deep, sharp, and breathtaking, as if There is nothing to hide.

Even though all these years have passed, even though this man has grown old and ugly, he still loves it so damn much that he can't resist it.

He really has a pair of bewitching eyes.

Because of those eyes, Truman once fell in love with him at first sight.

No, just once.

Once he was a holy and noble martyr, but now he is only a depraved bibliophile.

Shi Kuang, Shi Ziye.

Truman kept chanting his name silently in his mind, and his nerves became more tense. His heartbeat is too fast now, which is not normal.

Perhaps it was because this person was too dangerous, and he was indeed an extremely dangerous person.

……

"Firefighter No. 451?" Shi Kuang saw clearly the number "451" embroidered on the charcoal sleeve of Chumen, lowered his eyes, frowned and stretched, and showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "But you don't have any Disgusting kerosene smell, come in."

Truman should have felt insulted, because the smell of kerosene is the perfume of firefighters, more like a medal, but his heart inexplicably felt jumping and joyful. He suppressed the out-of-control emotions in his heart, and said indifferently, " You don't like the smell of kerosene?"

"Hmm." He didn't want to say more.

Truman closed the door and followed him into the house. In the messy living room, there was no huge telescreen, not even one side, and the white walls were empty.The finished instant noodles were forgotten in the corner, moldy and stinky, all kinds of messy compressed food were everywhere, cigarette butts were the only thing on the floor, and an old newspaper with dust was on the coffee table.He frowned, his voice was sour, "You, how can you eat these?"

After speaking, he was stunned.

That's right, he is no longer that noble imperial aristocrat, not that holy martyr.

Now he is just a degenerate bibliophile, squeezed out by everyone, destined to be destroyed, where can he buy fresh ingredients?

……

"I can cook for you in the future." Truman blurted out.

When the brain realized what he had said, he felt annoyed.

Damn!

What did he just say!

He was in a hurry to cook for this old man!

……

Shi Kuang poured a glass of water for the guest, and then sat down on the sofa. When he heard this, he laughed, "So you are here to cook for me?"

This man was really old. When he laughed, he couldn't hide the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his voice was still deep and mellow, which sounded terribly seductive.

Damn it, he smiled.

Still smiling so seductively!

This old man must be deliberately seducing himself!

The author has something to say:

Well, because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, I will conceive a new story after this is finished. The update is mainly work, and it may be interrupted.But when a story starts, it generally won’t be interrupted or interrupted for too long, because I’m not used to writing a part of a story and leaving it behind...

The fourth of the tetralogy of secret love, BIGBROTHER, is my favorite story so far, with an open ending, I wonder if you can understand it.

The background setting is "Fahrenheit451", you don't need to read it, the dystopian background is similar to the matching marriage background setting, it is a totalitarian society, but it is dark and bright.

The firefighter in the article, the original text is FIREMAN, which has a pun, but it disappears after being translated. BIGBROTHER comes from a creepy sentence in "1984", Big Brother is watching you.

PS: I changed the volume number to a prime number, because I still feel uncomfortable with even numbers. When I wrote the age in the last chapter, I was eight years old. Where is the father of the Chinese New Year family carnival, the writing is very depressing...