Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The man was pulled closer unexpectedly.

In the next second, the warm touch passed over his lips, and the other party's voice entered his mind lightly - the impact brought by those simple words was no less than an earth-shaking tsunami. His sober mind was overwhelmed, as if all the previous thoughts in his mind had been scattered, floating on a blank ocean of joy.

Before he could react, the other party backed away, and the door closed again.

"Wait..." The man pressed the door quickly with his eyes and hands. Although he didn't need to breathe, his chest was heaving unsteadily. He stared at the young man standing inside the door with burning eyes. His voice was a little unsteady, and he said hoarsely: "another one."

Gosho narrowed his eyes and smiled.

As long as he wants to, he can give full play to the advantages of his five sense organs.

The other party was slightly taken aback.

"Good night."

Ge Xiu blinked, smiled slyly and complacently, and then slammed the door shut before the other party recovered.

The door panel and the door frame collided with a "bang", echoing in the dead and dark corridor.

The man stared fixedly at the closed door in front of him, with waves surging deep in his dark eyes.

After a long time, he raised his hand and gently rubbed his cold fingers against his pale lower lip.

The human body temperature is too strong for him, and there seems to be a bit of warm and soft touch left on the lips, from the skin that was touched just now, all the way to the chest cavity, and it is still burning hot until now.

He lowered his eyes and smiled softly:

"……Good night."

In the next second, waves like waves appeared in the air, and the man's figure slowly dissipated in midair like smoke, without any shadow remaining.

·

the next day.

The time chime from the mechanical clock broke the silence, resounding throughout the huge building, echoing in the narrow and dark corridors and stairwells.

The lifeless villa seemed to come alive suddenly, all the lights were turned on again, and the darkness was completely dispelled from the building. The footsteps of the maid, butler, and housekeeper resounded everywhere in the villa, and the low whispers and the collision of dishes The sound filled the air, and it seemed that the place had suddenly changed from the grave to the living world full of vitality.

Ge Xiu opened his eyes and yawned slowly.

"Morning." The man sat on an armchair not far away, and smiled at Ge Xiu when he looked over.

——He seemed not at all prepared to hide the fact that he had been staring at the other party for a long time.

Gosho: "..."

He took a deep breath: "Do you have to say hello to me in this way?"

The man blinked: "Don't you like it?"

Gosho: "...not at all."

The other party nodded, as if taking his opinion seriously, and said solemnly: "Then I will try another method next time."

"..." Ge Xiu suddenly had an ominous premonition: "...it's over."

The other party laughed, stood up from the armchair, then picked up the tray on the side table and walked over, and put it on the small cabinet next to the bed: "Here, the housekeeper brought it just now."

Ge Xiu glanced at the contents of the plate.

Toasted brown toast, refreshments, fruits and vegetables, fried eggs with butter.

The color combination is rich and balanced, and it looks quite refined.

He raised his eyebrows: "This dungeon is still in charge?"

"Of course. But the content of everyone's food is closely related to their identities." The man brought out the contents of the tray in a slow and elegant manner.

"Don't worry, these are real food." He winked at Gexiu: "I checked."

Ge Xiu glanced at him: "Did you meet the housekeeper?"

"Yes." The man smiled slightly: "I handled it very cleanly."

Ge Xiu frowned, a little annoyed:

"I don't care about you."

"Okay, okay." The smile on the other side's lips deepened: "I'm just pretending to be sentimental."

Gosho: "..."

He lowered his eyes and poked the food in front of him with a silver fork expressionlessly.

——[he] in this world is getting more and more difficult to handle.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes.

Fingers spread out slowly.

I saw a candy lying in the palm of the other party, and the candy wrapper wrapped in the candy was shining under the light, as if faintly pouring out some kind of sweet and secret temptation.

Gosho's eyes lit up slightly.

He suppressed his shining eyes, with a sullen face, solemnly reached out to take the candy from the palm of the other party, raised his eyes and glanced at the man standing in front of him, and then reluctantly said:

"……Thanks."

The curvature of the man's lips deepened: "It is my honor to serve you."

·

When Gexiu came downstairs, the atmosphere in the hall was very strange.

The hostess—according to the information collected last night, her name is Elizabeth Wright—is sitting in the middle of the sofa, and the other players are standing aside tremblingly. There is a broken teacup lying on the ground. The teacup The tea leaves in the pot were scattered all over the ground, and half of a bloody finger and an eyeball connected to a nerve lay in the middle of the water stains.

Mrs. Wright's face looked particularly strange.

Although there are traces of time on that piece, the face is still extraordinarily beautiful, as stiff as a mask, and there is a weird feeling in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. Her face is like a piece of skin that has been separated from the bones, but hangs loosely on the figure. , her eyes were fixed on a player standing beside her, her eyes were dark and menacing, as if the strong malice hidden under this skin could turn into black mucus and flow out of her seven orifices of.

The same goes for other npcs in the room.

The maid and the butler remained motionless, staring at the player who made the mistake with the same eyes.

The player in the center of the line of sight stood stiffly on the spot, his face pale as wax, as if melting sweat flowed down his forehead, his whole body was trembling like sifting chaff, and he was almost unsteady on his feet—even if Ge Xiu didn't know It can also be seen from the cause and effect that this player's chance has been used up.

He continued to walk down calmly.

When Gexiu stepped on the last step, the scene that was still stagnant before suddenly returned to flow.

Mrs. Wright's face returned to its previous normal and delicate beauty, and the other housekeepers and maids continued to do the work at hand as if nothing had happened—sweeping the dust and waiting for orders.

It seemed that the weird scene just now was a hallucination of people.

Mrs. Wright didn't seem to see the eyeballs and fingers in it. She pointed to the tea and debris scattered on the ground in disgust, and ordered: "Sweep these away, there are still guests at home, what does this rubbish look like when it's left here?" .”

The players woke up like a dream, and hurriedly began to clean up the debris on the ground.

The player who messed up seemed to have survived a catastrophe, and joined in tremblingly.

Gosho walked down the steps.

Mrs. Wright seemed to have just seen him at this moment, and she walked over quickly holding her skirt. She took Ge Xiu's hand: "My baby, why did you come down now?"

Ge Xiu was expressionless: "I went to bed late."

The players around all took a breath - they just saw clearly how the player just now was easily caught making a mistake and lost a chance, but now the other party is so careless to do something beyond the human design. The answer... They held their breath, feeling that the npc in front of them seemed to be tearing off that hypocritical mask in the next second, revealing a ferocious face.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Wright just frowned and complained:

"How many times have I warned you? Why are you still the same?"

"There are so many guests at home, don't be self-willed." She raised her hand to call the maid standing aside, while pushing Ge Xiu: "Take the lady to the dressing room, the tailor is already waiting for her."

The maid at the side came over and curtseyed to Ge Xiu: "Miss, please follow me."

Gexiu glanced at the trembling players not far away, then retracted his gaze, and followed the pace of the maid in front of him.

After passing through several dimly lit side halls and winding corridors, the maid stopped in front of one of the doors, and she bowed to Gosho: "Miss, we're here."

Ge Xiu raised his hand and pushed open the door.

A pungent smell of blood rushed to the face in an instant, the thick rust smell seemed to condense into a solid body in the air, and the metallic taste deposited on the tongue coating for a long time, lingering.

This is a huge room with a high ceiling. All kinds of clothing and long skirts are hung on the shelves in the room and in the special solid wood wardrobe. In the room, there are two servants standing in the corner, bending over Carefully arranging the ready-made and semi-finished clothes, in the silent room, there was a rustling sound of friction between the clothes and clothes.

The window is open, and through the window, you can see the dark and sticky sky outside the house. Compared with yesterday's color, it is slightly lighter, just like rolling gray clouds. It can only be seen from the slightly brighter sky than last night , barely able to tell that the current time is daytime.

A bust of a model stands in the center of the room, while a tall, thin tailor stands aside with a tape measure and scissors, bending over as if making small trims to the clothes the model is wearing.

It is wearing a long skirt.

The fabric of the skirt was sewn with thick pieces of human skin, and the stitches meticulously fixed the turned skin into shape, and the white bones were propped up under the skirt, holding up the huge skirt.

Through the bloody epidermis, one can see the looming capillaries and the remaining flesh and blood.

Blood dripped drop by drop from the lower end of the skirt, penetrated into the thick carpet, and was absorbed in an instant.

The tailor with the scissors turned around, the blades of the scissors in his hands were still stained with half-dried blood, like dark rust on the sharp blades, he looked about 50 to [-] years old, and his lean body was wearing a well-tailored suit and vest .

The tailor looked natural, greeted Gexiu with a smile and said:

"Miss, you are finally here."

Ge Xiu walked into the room without changing his expression, and stopped in front of the skirt.

The smell of blood became stronger.

He raised his eyes and carefully looked at the bust in front of him in a blood-colored human leather dress—the mannequin in the dress was not made of wood, but made of real people, and that person couldn't distinguish between men and women. Because the skin on his body had been completely stripped off, leaving only a trace of neatly arranged muscles on the bones, a pair of eyeballs that had lost their eyelids seemed to be covered with a dusty shadow, staring dully and silently ahead.

The tailor walked over with a smile on his face, raised his hand to reach the tie of the skirt behind the model, and said while untying it:

"Miss, are you ready to try on your wedding dress?"

More blood dripped from the tailor's fingers, staining his palms and cuffs scarlet.

Ge Xiu retracted his gaze and replied calmly:

"Do not."

"This..." The smile on the tailor's face froze: "May I ask why this is..."

He asked: "Is it dissatisfied with the style? Or the fabric..."

The male servants standing in the corner stopped what they were doing and looked over in unison, their eyes glued to Ge Xiu's body, as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly, without warning, Gexiu raised his foot and kicked down the corpse in front of him in a long skirt made of human skin.

The tailor who was still rambling was caught off guard and rolled with the corpse with an "ouch", and the clean and tidy suit on his body was instantly stained with sticky blood.

Ge Xiu looked at him condescendingly, and smiled slightly:

"Miss Ben is happy."

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