[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

No one can escape from purgatory.

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City X, 19:00

Countdown: 154.5 hours

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"I won't be fooled by you," Truman sneered, "Maybe you should take care of your hair, shave your beard, and use your face that is no longer young and your ugly and dirty body to confuse the TV wall Those women in the back, go get their ridiculous pity and sympathy. Those women who watch live TV programs all day are the ones you should confuse the most. Only their votes can keep you alive in BIGBROTHER. "

Shi Kuang didn't care about his sarcasm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "Won't you help me?"

Truman snorted coldly, "How can I help you?"

"People can lie, but eyes can't lie." Shi Kuang said with a smile, "Your eyes tell me that you will help me."

"Bibliophile No. [-], please stop trying to confuse me." Truman said with a serious face, "I am your watcher. My duty is to watch over you and prevent you from any excessive and inappropriate words and deeds. Stop your behavior in time and interrogate your dirty soul..."

"Watcher."

He murmured and repeated the three words.

"Any questions?"

Truman frowned, a little surprised by his reaction.

"There are so many bibliophiles," he asked, "why did you choose to be my watcher?"

"I have no choice, I am the youngest, so I can only be the last one to choose." Because of his gaze, Truman suddenly became nervous, "You know, you are the most dangerous criminal, and no firefighter is willing to choose you. "

Truman lied.

He was chosen first.

Even the captain advised him not to choose number three.

But he couldn't make anyone else be No. [-]'s watcher.

He has an unknown and abnormal possessive desire in his heart.

All dirty, ugly, and despicable thoughts are reflected in those dark eyes at this moment, as if everything is exposed.

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"It's dangerous indeed," he said suddenly.

Truman sneered, "Are you talking about yourself?"

"I mean, no one can get out of purgatory, not even the most talented person."

His voice was very peaceful, but his eyes made Truman break out in a cold sweat. The moment he stared at him, he felt that the blood in his body stopped flowing.

It took Truman a long time to recover his voice, and he said coldly, "You still want to lecture me boringly? Who do you think you are? Do you still think you are the original martyr? No, you are just a despicable A shameless bibliophile is like a diseased rat hiding in a stinky gutter, ugly, dirty, and worse than an animal"

"Maybe you are right. I should cut my hair, shave my beard, and confuse those people in front of the telescreen." Shi Kuang laughed, his voice was very close to his ear, "I hope you can help me?"

Because of his approach, Truman's heart stopped for half a beat, and he stammered, "Help, what can you help me with?"

"haircut, or shave"

"You, don't you know it yourself?"

"Maybe, but I'd rather you help me, okay?"

There is no ambiguous touch, but there is warm breathing next to the ears, which are obviously very normal words, but it makes Truman fantasize, his ears are red, and his heart is beating violently, which is very different from the excitement of burning pleasure, but more Strangely, a bit of anticipation was born in his heart, Truman lowered his eyes, and mumbled a hum.

He tilted his head involuntarily, Truman's cheek touched his lips, an unspeakable desire surged up in his lower abdomen, he longed for more touches, longed to tear his clothes, longed for his skin,...

Bang bang bang.

His face turned red instantly.

The old man actually wanted to kiss himself.

Truman closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and trembled slightly, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered...

"So, you like me." Shi Kuang's tone was affirmative, but his voice was cold.

The cold and flat voice was like cold ice water, soaking his whole body.Truman opened his eyes, and there was no one on the sofa. He looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Shi Kuang sitting on the carpet by the window, exhaling a perfectly shaped smoke ring.

"Yes! I like you!" Truman had difficulty breathing, he felt a sharp knife stabbing his heart, "I liked you ten years ago."

Ten years ago, he was bewitched by him.

Ten years later, he was bewitched again, and he was willing to sink.

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"Ten years ago?" He laughed a little funny, "How old are you now?"

"I'm already 17 years old," Truman felt inexplicable anger, strode up to him, and pulled him into his arms violently, his movements were rough, but his hot lips only touched his face, gently poured out the once humble love, and murmured, "I have loved you for ten years. From the moment I saw you for the first time, you were the only one in my eyes. But at that time, you were still the Holy Empire You are a martyr, unattainable, I can only look at you from afar..."

"I know, but that's just what kids like"

"No! I like you. I want to kiss you and have sex with you. I love you!" Truman pressed him against the huge glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, fixed his mind with one hand, and pulled his hand away with the other Shirt, slipped it in, stroked his back, then bit his lips viciously, let him open his mouth, invaded without any room, forced him to entangle with himself unceremoniously, and deliberately stimulated him with the tip of his tongue the root of the tongue...

Shi Kuang's body was slightly stiff, and he responded unconsciously. He didn't wake up until the heat of the cigarette came from his fingers.

Young love is the most touching, simple and true, but also so hot that it can burn people.

……

Even though the cigarette was burnt to the end, Shi Kuang still held the burnt cigarette in his hand.

When Truman found out, his hand had been burned by cigarette butts.

"You—" Truman's eyes were red, he quickly extinguished the cigarette butt, grabbed his hand again, intertwined his fingers, and kissed him carefully.

"Want to do it?" Shi Kuang lowered his eyes, his lips were moist and red from the kiss.

"What?" Truman was stunned.

"Make.Love," he said.

"Why? Don't you believe me?" Truman was furious instantly, his veins bulging with anger. He saw his eyes, which were clear and clear, without any trace of lust, while his own was hard and painful, irrational The estrus is simply sarcastic, "You think I said I like you just to fuck you, an old man like you?"

"Pressing people who used to be superior and viciously violated them," he said, "isn't it just the bad nature of human beings?"

Truman's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart sank involuntarily.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too oppressive, Truman suddenly felt embarrassed by being peeped through.

He was afraid.

He was afraid that the most secret filth and ugliness in his heart would be seen through by him.

No, he really likes him.

He loved him for ten years.

This has become an obsession in his heart.

But why didn't he dare to look directly into those eyes?

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"Do you really like me?" he asked again. "You really like a depraved bibliophile?"

Truman followed his line of sight and looked over.

Outside the window, the monitoring electronic eyes are hidden in the darkness, blinking.