[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Fire should not just burn, but radiate warmth.

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City X, 22:00

Countdown: 105 hours

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On the bed was a chain made of fine steel, and the chain was still stained with blood.

Shi Kuang, who was already unconscious, disappeared.

Shi Kuang disappeared again.

……

Truman's face turned pale in an instant, and he adjusted the monitor on the screen like crazy, his fingers were shaking with anger and fear.In the silence of the night, he could no longer feel the temperature of the air, and could only hear his uncontrolled heartbeat and breathing.

He thought of the things he had done to him, and felt a little remorseful.

Thinking of the old man's face as pale as thin paper

why he, he always seduces himself recklessly

And why did you deliberately disappear after seducing him?

He was obviously injured and seemed to be bleeding, why did he run away?

……

This time, the startup of the mainframe seemed particularly slow, and when the light on the screen appeared, it illuminated Truman's overly panicked pupils.

The screen goes black, leaving only a cursor symbol, blinking rapidly:

.---..-..---..-.----...

Soon, the screen went black again.

Truman's slack eyes gradually became clearer, and the three letters gradually emerged in his mind, like the life-saving straw grasped by a drowning man.

It was an encrypted Morse code:

JFWXJTSS

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Then, Truman's face suddenly turned red.

He thought of the key he'd fucked up.

The old man patiently taught him how to encrypt each letter with his lustful body...

Why is he so shameless

He is so sick, does he still have the mind to tease himself?

Why are you still thinking about that stuff?

Simply, shameless!

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Truman didn't really want to do that kind of thing at the telescreen, he just wanted to teach him a lesson and threaten him. Although the old man's lascivious body kept seducing him, he still stopped by self-control. YouQi later vaguely realized that his physical condition was not right, and he didn't want to continue, nor did he think about treating him so excessively.

However, Shi Kuang always has a way to fully stimulate the sadistic desire hidden in his bones.

But the unilateral sadistic sex. Love, without a trace of joy, was so oppressive that it made him despair.

There is no satisfaction in his heart from violation or possession, only powerless fear and anxiety.

Shi Kuang was tortured and didn't say anything, but Truman's eyes were red, holding him, repeating a certain frequency fiercely and helplessly:

<sorry>

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Later, when Shi Kuang saw the child's appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

He stopped forcing him on purpose, and started coaxing him, following him, whispering love words in his ear to tease the child, and guiding him to grow up, "You know—this sentence is encrypted with your name, what else can you do?" Do it? Truman, huh?"

The hoarse voice was full of helplessness and pampering.

Truman was no match at all, with red ears, he obediently let others...

"This is the first letter"

"This is the second"

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Then, the old man taught him the 26X26 password table.

Each row corresponds to a key letter, and each column corresponds to a plaintext letter.

Truman's body quickly memorized this encryption method, blushing, and his whole body was ashamed like a peeled lobster. He pressed the old man under him again, constantly familiarizing himself with only this encryption Way……

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Following the reminder left by the old man, Truman found an abandoned rooftop in the factory building.

Even the firefighters didn't know about this place, so how did he know about it?

And why did he bring himself here?

However, these doubts seemed to become less important the moment they saw that familiar figure from behind.

As long as he's here, it's fine.

……

Shi Kuang was smoking while chatting with the NO.13 bibliophile.

It was already dark, and Truman couldn't see clearly, or even hear what they were talking about, but with the dim light, he could vaguely see the crow's feet on the side of Shi Kuang's smiling eyes.

Truman remembered the NO.13 book collector. He was very old, and most of his body had been buried in the soil. Even he himself could not remember his age. It is said that he used to be a doctor of sociology in an ancient university. It is an ancient subject, and few people nowadays have heard of this term. Thirty years ago, he was arrested for delivering a public speech "Severed Finger in the Glove", and later escaped and became a homeless person beside the abandoned railway tracks.

It is said that there is a huge historical library hidden beside the rusty railroad tracks. They are homeless people and book burners. They observe and think about the world with their eyes. Each of them has a camera-like memory. They burn the books when they are finished, they don't even need the film, all the books are in their heads...

No one knows why this old tramp chose to return to this city, and stood beside BIGBROTHER, becoming the NO.13 bibliophile.

Is he repenting?

No, he chatted happily with Shi Kuang, as if he had never been so happy in his life, and it seemed that his long-cherished wish had finally come true.

Truman's irritable possessiveness began to flare up again.

He felt that something was out of his control...

Truman wanted to go forward to hear what that stupid old man was saying, and wanted to know what Shi Kuang was doing, but in the end he didn't do anything, thinking of many details that he had ignored.

Did Shi Kuang really hide in that villa all the time during the five years when he disappeared from public view?

It took three rings to open the door, thick dust on the doorbell

He was wearing a white shirt, suit pants, leather shoes——

Yes, he is wearing leather shoes.

Old newspapers from five years ago on the table

What a coincidence, it happened to be that old newspaper that had a deep relationship with him

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When the NO.13 bibliophile left, he still found Truman hiding in the corner, and then he stopped.

Truman frowned slightly, this person didn't seem to be surprised by his appearance.

This dark-skinned old tramp is barefoot, his worn-out clothes are extremely dirty, his gray beard is unkempt, with dirty food sticking to the ends of his beard, his back is a bit hunched, and he walks slowly. Tun Tun, but a pair of gray eyes are piercing on his thin face, sharp eyes with a kind of vicissitudes of life, the wrinkles on his face are slowly piled up with disappointment.

The old tramp deliberately approached and stopped, hunched over, hands behind his back, and sighed to Truman, solemnly expressing his disappointment with the kid in front of him.

Truman: ...

The old tramp sighed again, "He's got a relapse of his old disease, he'll be in so much pain that he won't be able to sleep, you take good care of him;—"

Truman's expression suddenly changed, "What old disease!"

Seeing that he valued it so much, the old tramp agreed a little more, but in the end he didn't say anything, but instead asked, "Why did you ask him to burn that painting?"

"what--"

"Why do you want to burn the painting of Bibliophile No. [-]?"

"I didn't—it wasn't me, it was just a vote, you"

The old tramp laughed suddenly, as if he had never heard anything so funny.

Truman wanted to refute, but he couldn't tell more lies because of the shame and anger of being seen through.

The old tramp asked him, "Do you know who the person in that oil painting is?"

Truman frowned slightly, "Isn't it Shi Kuang?"

"That's right, that's not right," the old tramp murmured, his eyes were a little lost, and he sighed after a long time, "Boy, why did you become a fireman?"

Truman was stunned for a moment, the old man also asked him this question when he met Shi Kuang for the first time.

At the time, he lied.

"I just want to be closer to him."

"Have you ever burned a book?"

Truman lowered his head and finally nodded.

"Then have you ever seen fire?"

Truman was silent, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"Fire should not just burn, but radiate warmth." The old homeless man stared at the boy for a long time before turning away with a sigh. "If you want to help him, go to the No. 17 bibliophile, that man , I used to be a good pharmacist, but that guy is used to protecting himself wisely, and it's useless if you go..."

The author has something to say:

Continue to change the outline, change the ending, Truman will not be black, not violent, not abuse the body or mind, continue to lower the IQ, change to soft, soft, this is a sweet article beyond recognition...

Thanks to the crab, otherwise you may be abused and cry, sincerely