Wearing it on the villain

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xiaohe, who had finished handling the carpet, pushed the small dining cart to deliver food to Goodbye.

The young master has always been a picky eater, and recently he has been in a bad mood. The kitchen is tight with the skin and rotates the dishes, hoping that the old man can eat two more bites, so every meal is extraordinarily rich.Dinner was supposed to be at six o'clock, but at six o'clock they got an overdrunk young master and a cold meal, so they had to redo it.

"Master, are you awake?" Xiaohe knocked on the door and said softly, "I'm Xiaohe, here to deliver food."

Soon a voice came from inside: "Come in, the door is unlocked."

Only then did Xiaohe open the door and go in - the young master is a very private person, but today it seems like an exception, the door was not locked before, and it is not locked now, it is just closed.

The heavy curtains were pulled open, revealing the moonlit floor-to-ceiling windows. Gudebai stood by the window and quietly gazed at the thick green forest under the bright moon. The clouds and mists in the mountains and fields flowed like water. The dead branches and old trees growing all over the place are the flaws left over from the oil painting. He gazed down at the dark night from a high position, silently.

Xiaohe looked at Gudebai standing barefoot on the carpet, tilted his head in confusion, put the slippers on the side, and reminded softly: "Master, it's time to eat."

Gudebai responded, he didn't look at Xiaohe's shoes on the side, and quickly walked to the table and sat down, his eyes swept over the dining car, Xiaohe brought out the food one by one, and kept looking at each other's face As soon as the other party frowned, she was ready to put it back immediately, but she didn't know that just after three sets were placed, Gudebai said, "Enough is enough."

"what?"

"That's all." Gudebai patiently explained, "Go out and come in at nine o'clock to clean up."

Xiaohe was dumbfounded all of a sudden, her eyes rolled around on the table, and quickly brought out vegetable soup again, and said cautiously: "Auntie said that drinking some soup will make you feel better."

As soon as the hot soup was brought to the table, Xiaohe regretted it. She looked at Gu Debai's expressionless face and lamented secretly: Although the young master seemed to be very talkative just now, he may have ruined his head from drinking. scolded!

Unexpectedly, Gudebai nodded, acquiesced in the existence of this bowl of soup, picked up the chopsticks to signal Xiaohe to leave quickly, so she had no choice but to push the dining car out, when she saw the flowers in the vase had withered badly, she couldn't help but get nervous , These flowers are changed every two days. They are kept in the water, and they will be replaced if they are a little bit faded. How could they be so negligent? They hurriedly took them away and cleaned them up, and hurriedly asked: "Master, what flowers do you want tomorrow? "

"It's all right."

all right?How can it be all right?Isn't the young master the most particular about this, he lost his temper when he changed the wrong flower last time.

Xiaohe went out full of doubts and secretly happy that he was not held accountable.

Gudebai didn't care what she thought, just ate the meal bite by bite. When the meal was finished, he filled another bowl of soup and went back to the French window. This time he sat on the sofa and stared quietly at The dead tree trembling in the wind.

Some greenery is tremblingly emerging from the dead branches, echoing the surging and uncontrollable power in the body.

He closed his eyes.

……

Five twenty in the morning.

The world had just woken up, but Gudebai didn't open his eyes immediately.

The manor seemed quiet at this time. If you had to listen, you could hear the butler getting up. His room was not too far away, and he was used to getting up early and going to exercise after drinking a glass of wine.The sound insulation effect of the manor was only average. Gudebai could clearly hear the door opening and the sound of the butler's heavy footsteps gradually receding. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas, his arms were slightly numb under the weight, and there were still bruises on his skin. There is a pinhole, the force of the injection is a little out of control, and small bruises are formed around it.

The mutation is still boiling in the blood.

Gudebai stared calmly at his ferocious blue blood vessels, and the unspeakable force was impacting on his body. The flowers drinking in the vase suddenly bloomed uncontrollably and then withered instantly, and the blue-green branches instantly became symbols. The withered brown of death, after the last bit of vitality was revived, the withered petals fell on the table, leaving behind a rich and rotten aroma.

The pain eased a little.

"Dare to hit the body with the potion that has not been successfully tested. I really don't know whether it is mental insufficiency or mental disorder."

Gudebai stroked the pinhole on his arm, and he could still feel a slight prickling pain when he touched it, and commented casually.

Getting into another person's body and getting another person's brain isn't as scary as it sounds.

This feeling is more like reading an interesting book or a wonderful movie. You know every character very well, and you are familiar with every plot. cause and effect emerge.

Goodbye knew that the deceased with the same name and surname would call Yu Ya "dumb uncle". When he was young, Yu Ya was a taciturn man. Because he saved the old man's life, he had a new life. He entered another world. Ordinary high society, in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to the Gu family, they always try their best to avoid opening their mouths.

The arrogant young master laughed and called him "dumb uncle", and used homonyms to ridicule Yu Ya's poor speech, which his doting parents couldn't correct, and later it became a habit.

But this is not Gudebai's habit, and he is too lazy to pretend to be another person.

Just like the overlapping names of the two of them, the person who was expected by the elders to be pure and innocent has died, and Gudebai is simply a joke made by the ignorant parents who followed the trend of foreign names.It is clearly the same name, but the meaning it represents is completely different.

But it's not all bad. When people say his name at the funeral, it's the last official parting, so it's easier.

Gudebai is not a person who stands still, he doesn't miss the past too much, but it's a pity that it's not just supernatural powers that are restless, but also residual emotions and lingering memories.So he turned his head and looked at the two syringes. The dead left behind a living body, and a gift of uncontrolled superpowers and madness.

If I am also a superhuman!I can save him!

Gudebai's father had a car accident in front of his eyes, and the pain of watching the car overturned in front of his eyes still lingered in his memory over and over again with the lingering smell of blood.

Goodbye closed his eyes, and his memory was a book with stickers. He thought of two bleak and dying faces without any fluctuations. The faces of the father and the son overlapped in an instant.

The two empty syringes that were supposed to be hidden under the bed lay quietly in the bedside table. When he arrived, the owner of this body had not yet died completely. The flowers are not much worse, the clothes are drenched with sweat, all the hot air from the whole body is exhaled from the mouth, and the coldness is barely inhaled through the nasal cavity, taking away all the warmth of the body.

The face in the mirror looked plaster gray, throat clogged with upwelling vomit, eyes rolled white, proud men dying ugly.

Fortunately, he died so quickly that he didn't realize that Gudebai, who was half a ghost, was watching with his eyes. This was probably the only good news.