My daily life with neuropathy

It is said that this red building gathers beauties from all over the world. Every year, oirans of seven colors are selected. Moreover, only the most beautiful beauties among the oirans are eligible to be the name of the red building. I have never seen the other beauties, but since they are red , that is definitely a no-brainer.Of course, this is what I found out later.

Now I don't know anything about this place, hang out with my housekeeper and a drunk guy who doesn't know where, but that's not what I'm thinking about, the problem is- I seem to be pulled for the third time Entering an unknown realm, why am I still so calm?

Hmm... No matter how I think about it, I feel so sad, so it's better not to think about it.

The most important thing now is how to solve the current problem. Although I have experienced many incredible things since returning to China, I have been soaked in capitalism for many years. I still subconsciously want to solve this incident through peaceful means, that is, In other words, it is best not to kill anyone, but not to harm yourself-this is the best.I looked at Feiguan, although there is no such magical water film, I still see people as blurry now, but from the change of the aura in the red dress, I can still clearly feel that Feiguan's face is blue and blue. Bai, seeing that he was about to erupt, I quickly pulled him back, and then closed the door - no need to look outside, I couldn't see anything anyway.

After all this was done, I turned around and prepared to deal with this troublesome business.

"Feiguan, can you make him temporarily immobilized and unable to hear or read?" I asked.

"Just let him live." Feiguan sneered, but he didn't see what he was doing. Well, I couldn't see it either. He heard a thud, and the drunk man fell silent again.

Before solving the problem, you must first deal with the preconditions. I just came here and I don’t know anything about this world, but since Feiguan has a reasonable identity here, it’s not surprising that he knows nothing, so I ask Feiguan asked, "What's going on? Where are we?"

"..." Feiguan glanced at me and said, "We are in the painting environment."

"Painting scene?" I pondered for a while, recalling what Feiguan said to get me out of the way before, and then looked hard at the drunk man on the ground who didn't know anyone, and said, "Could it be that in this scene, what you think will come true?"

"Yes." Maybe Feiguan couldn't stand it anymore, so he put a water film on my eyes, and when I looked again, I finally saw him wearing a beautiful crimson feather coat, sitting with his chin propped up. Sulking expressionlessly on the chair.

...Don't tell me it's still cute?I thought, I didn't laugh out of my self-knowledge, and then asked him, "Since what you think will come true, then you..."

"I'm a ghost." Feiguan gave me a cold look, and then said, "This world may be made up of my memories... although I don't know when I had this memory. "After that, he laughed at himself.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." It's too difficult to force someone who doesn't even have the physical ability to remember everything, so I smoothed his hair, and then looked at the drunk on the ground.

What Feiguan said was true, he didn't make the drunk man lose his arms and legs... although the bruises and swollen faces were inevitable.But what's with the smile on his face?Sure enough, as a fat man, he has a natural level ten immunity to bruises and pain?

"Sometimes I have to say, you people are amazing." I looked at Feiguan's small body, which looked extremely weak compared to the drunk, and sighed.

"This sentence came out of your mouth," he propped his chin, and gave me a noncommittal sideways glance, "that makes me feel unbelievable."

"Really." I smiled, didn't say anything, but looked at the drunk man on the ground, if what I thought in my heart was reality, then... I added a setting to that man.

The fat man is always very resistant to beatings. After a while, the drunk man woke up slowly, his body was still drunk, and he tried to get up from the ground cursing, the flesh on his body swayed layer after layer like waves.Obviously he was too fat, so he did this several times, but he still failed to get up from the ground.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help laughing out loud, stepped forward and poked his head, "Go home obediently, do you understand?"

"Okay." The drunk nodded blankly.

"By the way, when you have nothing to do in the future, you can also come here to roll around, which is good for everyone's physical and mental health." I smiled.

Then the drunk hugged himself into a ball very obediently, and rolled down with a bang.

Emma, ​​it would be nice to become very obedient after being drunk. It would be great if my cousin also had this attribute. In this way, brother, I will definitely feed him a few bottles of Red Star Erguotou every day... Just kidding.

I built a pergola on my forehead with my hands and watched the fat man roll further and further away, so I looked back at Feiguan, "How do we get out of here next?"

"I don't know." Feiguan thought carefully for a while, raised his eyebrows, and said very coldly.

I sighed, thinking whether to add such an attribute to him or not.

"What are you thinking?" Feiguan looked at me coldly.

"I'm thinking about what to have for lunch." Meeting his gaze, I said very honestly and sincerely.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, and suddenly changed from an iceberg beauty to a charming woman. He came forward and looked at me softly with soft and affectionate eyes, "Guest officer, do you want to eat me?"

"..." Meeting his gaze, I swallowed, and decided to ask one thing clearly before agreeing, "What happened to the person who promised you before me?"

"Well." Feiguan smiled slightly, "Maybe I'm making flower mud."

"..." Did this guy really want me to make flower clay?Seeing my unbelievable gaze, Feiguan smiled deeper, and he said in my ear, "If it were you, I would consider chopping it slower~"

No, no, that's not the problem at all.I was silent for a while, and felt that although the Feiguan in front of me still looked like Feiguan, it was becoming more and more different from before. "Feiguan, you are my butler, do you remember?" I asked.

He froze for a moment, his eyes changed a little bit, and the indescribable charm in his whole body disappeared without a trace. He stepped back a few steps, stroked his forehead and said, "Master."

"Yeah." I nodded.

"The subordinate has neglected his duty." Feiguan frowned, using the word subordinate for the first time.

I'm in a delicate mood now, although I got rid of myself and turned into flower mud for a while—no, I don't seem to have agreed yet, but the previous non-guan is really very beautiful, such a beauty took the initiative to throw herself into her arms What, as a normal man, I'm still, um, kind of happy.

It seems that something extraordinary has been revealed. 0

I coughed as if to cover up, and said, "Feiguan, do you know how to get out from here?"

"My memory is a bit confused." Feiguan Ning said with eyebrows, "Since this is a painting environment, it shouldn't be long before the young master and the others will find us, and then people outside will be able to pull us out."

"Can't we go out by ourselves?" I asked.

"The painting realm is a very special realm..." Feiguan thought for a while, and said, "There is a painting spirit in every painting realm, unless the painting spirit is destroyed or sent by the painting spirit himself, it can only be Wait for others to lend a helping hand. During this period, you must not leave the scenery in the painting, otherwise you will be involved in the gap between space and space."

"Why is there such a thing in the old house." I complained, "Sure enough, the house has everything for a long time."

"It's been a long time for the young master to stay here." Feiguan said, "My memory is still very confused... If I become abnormal again, I hope the young master will take care of me." I don't know why When he returned to normal, his face was always very pale, it seems that he shouldn't be having a good time.

"Yeah." I nodded, "Don't force yourself."

"It was still discovered by the young master." Feiguan smiled wryly, "In this kind of spiritual realm, if I want to maintain myself like this, it will consume a lot of soul energy, young master, I just want to say one last thing, In the painting environment, don't be emotional, and don't lose your memory, once you lose it, you will never be able to leave."

After all, he closed his eyes and fell down.

I caught his fallen body and watched the hole that the fat man made when he rolled down slowly return to its original shape in an incredible way, and the laughter downstairs was not affected at all.

It really is a world against common sense. I feel very distressed when the beauty is in my arms. After putting the person in the room, I added a non-existent setting to myself, and began to eavesdrop on the corners in various ways .

Then after listening to it for a long time, I finally figured out the setting of the Red Mansion. Yes, it was the content that was said at the beginning. Then, based on the information I have now, I made a bold guess.

Feiguan said that there is a painting spirit in every painting environment, so what kind of character can become a painting spirit?Since he is the spirit in the painting, it must be the theme or central idea of ​​the painting. Since this is a place like a brothel, it must be the oiran?

In other words, right or wrong?Thinking of this, I suddenly feel cold.

If I want to get out of here, do I have to kill my butler first?No, my humanitarian thought does not allow me to do this, although he seems to have said something about flower mud before, but if this kind of detail is ignored, I think I will not be able to make a deal with such a beauty even if he is not my housekeeper to hand.

I stood in a small corner in the lobby of the red building and watched for a long time. Although guests kept coming in, I didn't see anyone going out.

Although I study philosophy in school, it doesn't mean that I don't have elective courses. As a good student who doesn't skip classes, leaves early, or is late, and has high expectations for credits, I choose elective courses every semester. It is full of necessary things. Among my weird and miscellaneous courses, there is a course on art appreciation. Of course, I didn't feel that my artistic accomplishment has improved much after taking it, but I finally learned how to distinguish a pair of works. Primary and secondary in paintings.

But unfortunately, when I haven't sorted out my thoughts, my unformed thoughts were forced to be interrupted.

A blue figure stood in front of me and looked at me expressionlessly, "Stupid brother, how did you get yourself here?"

After I got a good look at his face there were only two thoughts left in my mind.

My younger brother also looks good in ancient costumes.

Why are the oirans in brothels always men?