If you don't save Shoujun, you will die [Transmigration Book]

Lying comfortably in the bathtub and listening to music, his fingers relaxed and tapped on the wall of the cylinder following the melody, Tu Caoshou looked up at the flying golden eggs, and began to miss the beautiful Austrian grand piano in his piano room.

I haven't touched it for a long time, and I already feel a little unfamiliar.

Standing up on his knees, he stretched out his hands to restore the silent "Matador March" on his legs. Just as he was playing the passionate part, a black shadow suddenly swayed outside the translucent bathroom door. The habits brought by the previous world made him Crouching out of the water, he squatted on guard, only after a while did he realize that he had overreacted.

At this moment, the door was pushed open with difficulty, and he saw the drunk man crawling into the bathroom, groping around in a daze, as if looking for buckets and basins, and finally, this The person touched the side of the bathtub.

"Wait, are you going to vomit...?"

As soon as the words fell, the man spit on the ground.

Tu Caoshou avoided this foreseeable disaster by pressing the opponent's head to the ground in time, but the comfortable atmosphere of the bath has completely dissipated in the strong smell stimulation.

Holding his forehead speechlessly, his heart was instantly filled with all kinds of swear words, but in the end it only boiled down to one word:

"Hold."

Not in the mood to continue taking a bath in this environment, he took off his earphones, grabbed the bath towel and dried himself in silence, deliberately avoiding the half-dead people lying on the ground, he found a pair of disposable gloves outside.

He took off the man's soiled shirt, cleaned his handsome face with a wet towel, and dragged him to the sofa provided in the hotel room. The trash can was also placed next to him, in case the other party came back again. I want to throw up.

After calling the front desk, he waited for housekeeping to clean up the messy bathroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stroked his hair that was wet with water. He glanced at the man who was sleeping on the sofa as if he had died. They hang fluffy in front of your eyes.

When the hotel staff finished the cleaning service, he yawned and asked for a quilt for the current "Jie Keyang" who was not at all Jie Keyang—although the person with this face was very rude, but anyway, Now that you've picked it up, let's take care of it.

Drowsiness crept into his head prematurely, probably because he had been working all night last night and had a lot of mental work today. After covering the other party with the quilt, he turned around and fell on the bed. Originally, he just wanted to rest for a while, but in the end he fell asleep without moving much. die past.

It was a dark, sweet, reassuring dreamless sleep.

Although he faintly heard the soft sound of Zhou Ku coming in, he struggled slightly between "Get up and tell him there is someone else in the room" and "Don't worry about him and continue to sleep", Tu Caoshou didn't open his eyes. Eyelids as heavy as glued, hugging the pillow and breathing quietly.

When he woke up the next day, Tu Caoshou felt that the temperature inside the quilt was a bit too high.

Trying to kick the quilt, he turned over and pressed down, but suddenly found that he seemed to be restrained by something and couldn't move. After reaching out and fumbling around, he suddenly felt a strong arm at his waist.

"..."

It should have been unexpected, but for some reason, he suddenly had the idea that "things will turn out like this", so that the emotion he felt now was not surprise, but indescribable relief.

"woke up?"

A hangover hoarse voice came from behind, and the man's arms around his waist tightened slightly.

"Ah."

Covering his forehead with his hand, Tu Caoshou said:

"I seem to have a fever."

When Jie Keyang heard this, he immediately turned him over and put his palm on his forehead to measure the temperature.

Tu Caoshou looked at the person in front of him calmly, and thought of many inappropriate things, but those thoughts flew away like fragments, and after they dissipated without a trace, only a little regret remained in his heart, and he didn't know how to confide. loneliness.

"I do have a fever."

His hand was still on his forehead, and he didn't withdraw it after the temperature was detected.

"Go to the doctor..."

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

Chong Jie Keyang showed a weary smile, and he interrupted the other party's suggestion in a casual tone:

"There are still a lot of things to do today. I must be there for the authors' signings. Otherwise, what if something goes wrong? I have to take care of it... Besides, I'm not familiar with the hospital here, and I can't get reimbursed if I don't bring my medical insurance card. , don't want to go."

Jie Keyang's eyes sank, and the thousands of colors in the blue eyes flickered like fireflies, and the tip of his lips was pressed down, but in the end he still didn't say anything to stop him.

"...Then go to the pharmacy later." He said, "Go to the hospital after the matter is over."

"If it can be done—"

Seeing that Jie Keyang's expression was even worse, Tu Caoshou stopped flirting immediately:

"Okay, okay, I'll go as soon as the work is over, and I won't delay the treatment time, okay?"

The whispered conversation between the two awakened the sleeping Zhou Ku dimly. The bed creaked under the weight of changing sleeping positions. Obviously, Zhou Ku hadn’t noticed that there was another person in the room, so he reminded vaguely:

"Mai Sang, don't play the phone under the quilt. Both voices are there. It's so noisy."

"understood."

In a perfunctory sentence without sincerity, Tu Caoshou kicked Jie Keyang, signaling him to get up and get dressed quickly, and he himself got out of bed as quietly as possible, grabbed the clothes in the box and put them on.

"By the way, I lost all the clothes you wore, and they were all dirty and unusable."

Tu Caoshou bowed his head to button his shirt, and muttered softly:

"You don't know how much you vomited last night."

Jie Keyang then looked down at his suitcase with his upper body bare.

"..."

Sighing, Tu Caoshou found a loose pure white sweater from the suitcase and threw it to Jie Keyang:

"Get dressed first. Aren't you going to the pharmacy later? Anyway, we still have some time. Let's go shopping on the street and buy you some clothes to wear back. Don't catch a cold."

The man immediately went into the bathroom to change clothes, but Tu Caoshou put the back of his hand on his forehead, walked to the French window and opened some curtains, letting the morning light penetrate into his pupils.

It made him feel a little calm.

"Mai Sang... what are you doing..."

Zhou Ku rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Ah... I get up to take a breath, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Go to the hospital if you're not feeling well."

Squinting his eyes and covering his entire face with the quilt, Zhou Ku turned over, complained a few words, then put his arms under his head, sleeping like a pig completely unaware of danger.

——No wonder being entangled in a bed, the level of vigilance is low enough... Although I am not much better myself.

There was the sound of washing in the bathroom. Tu Caoshou put away his complaints, closed the curtains, and pondered for a while at the head of the bed. He called the hotel reception again and asked them to bring another set of toiletries. He kept his voice as low as possible on the phone.

The hotel staff quickly delivered new toiletries, and the two quickly cleaned themselves up. Tu Caoshou took his wallet and mobile phone, and dragged Jie Keyang out of the hotel quickly while Zhou Ku was still sleeping before he was completely woken up. .

After buying medicines and clothes, the two of them finally stopped at the door of a noodle shop after tidying up.

Taking advantage of the cold winter morning air to exhale a cloud of white mist, Tu Caoshou stomped his feet, walked into the store and ordered two signs.

"It's so damn cold here."

Asking the clerk for a cup of hot water, Tu Caoshou looked at Jie Keyang in front of him:

"Do you still remember what happened last night?"

"No."

"It would be great if there wasn't."

Swallowing the pills and water, he stuffed the tinfoil medicine board back into the box, still feeling very unhappy about what happened yesterday:

"The original idiot in this shell can't listen to his words. Maybe he is the young master of some family. I can't control my emotions, so I taught you a little lesson. Does your stomach still hurt?"

"……fine."

"Did you always be like this when you came here?" Tu Caoshou asked, "It feels like a soul swap, but where did he go after you came?"

"It should be in another place." Jie Keyang said, "Because the body has been occupied."

What the scavenger system does is data circulation. When the consciousness in the original body is replaced by other consciousness before it dies, the original consciousness will be squeezed into random time and space to start another life. For that consciousness, this is probably The legendary "crossing".

"Well."

After understanding the principle, Tu Caoshou stared thoughtfully at the street outside the window:

"Speaking of which, the tasks in this world are quite difficult. To keep the protagonist from sleeping in his bed or something... I can't kill him or kidnap him. It's like finding countless excuses to keep him from staying at home. so annoying."

"Mai Sang." Jie Keyang said, "The forced exit can be activated."

"I know."

He stretched himself and smiled at the man:

"But I still want to try harder, for a [-]% success rate."

Jie Keyang wanted to say something else, but the phone in his pocket started to vibrate, and the caller showed "Old Man", obviously it was a call from the original owner's family.

People who know their current identities clearly know that this call cannot be hung up, but as soon as the call is connected, the angry scolding sound is projected like a machine gun:

"Jie Keyang! Get the fuck out of me right now! How did you promise your father before you forced me to go back to fooling around in just a few days—drinking, smoking, and marijuana? The reporter took a straight shot! If it weren't for your father and I still have some status, you would have been in the game by now, do you know?"

Jie Keyang endured the scolding that had nothing to do with him from the beginning to the end with a blank face, and calmly replied:

"I'll be right back."

"...Don't lie to me, I'll tell you straight today, if you don't get home before [-]:[-] noon, I'll freeze all your bank cards for you, and you don't want to get a cent from me from now on. money!"

The phone was hung up angrily, leaving only the busy tone of "beep beep".

"This temper is more irritable than mine."

After taking a sip of fried noodles, Tu Caoshou said:

"If you really have something to do, go back first. We probably will stay in this world for a while, so don't GG ahead of time."

"..."

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, the man folded the napkin squarely and put it on the table, took his mobile phone on the table and called himself, and then said:

"Give me the address, I will pick you up in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll text you later."

After getting an affirmative answer, Jie Keyang got up and left.

Tu Caoshou's eyes followed through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the man stop the car along the road and rush to the suburbs, he took two sips of fried noodles with confidence - the table began to buzz and resonate, this time it was his mobile phone ringing , Zhou Ku called.

"Mai Sang, why did you take apart the toiletries for two people, what should I use?"

"Oh, the hotel has a new gift, put it on the shoe cabinet, you can look for it."

"Emmmm I found it... But why did you use two people alone? I was so scared that I thought there was a third person in the room."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Tu Caoshou decided to change the subject:

"I'm at the fried noodle shop downstairs. Their breakfast is okay. Do you want to eat it? Do I need to bring it to you?"

"No need, I'll come down with you, ah, Liujin is knocking on the door."

"Go and open the door and ask them if they want to come out for a stroll together."

Inserting the chopsticks into the noodles, he looked at the bright winter sun and showed a little smile:

"After all, it is a rare good weather."

The author has something to say:

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Eight points and twelve: I'm sorry everyone, I've been so busy with work recently, my mind has gone blank, and I can't think of anything [dog leash]