What bad thoughts can a canary have?

Fu Shiyue paid no attention to it, slowly withdrew his arm, polite and gentlemanly, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Fei stood up straight, with a smile on his lips, as if nothing had happened: "I'm fine, what happened just now?"

"Not sure." Fu Shiyue's glasses were shining a little in the dim light, and said softly, "Maybe he hit the wall just like you."

At this time, the NPC was squatting next to the wall, and when he heard these calm words, his scalp tingled for no reason. The weird scene just now was still vivid in his memory. He was indeed hiding in the corner of the maze as Lin Fei predicted, far away. Yuan saw a figure approaching, and according to the instructions on the walkie-talkie, he had to use 12 points of skill to frighten this group of players.

He tensed up and rushed out. The man was motionless, taller than him, condescendingly looking at him quietly, with a chilling look in his eyes, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but not friendly, On the contrary, like a wolf lurking on the snowy field in the animal world, an unreasonable fear swept through his body.

What the hell, this guy is more like a ghost than a ghost.

The last level is left, and the code to crack this level is hidden in the item book. Lin Fei's ankle hurts a bit, and he sits on the master chair, slowly moving his ankle, while carefully flipping through the book, "How can we do this? It's not easy for her to If she is freed, we will destroy her in ashes."

"Does it hurt?" Fu Shiyue glanced at his white and thin ankle, and raised his jaw slightly.

Lin Fei nodded, then shook his head again, "This sister is quite pitiful, her stepmother dug her grave even after she died."

"Well, pitiful, but not decisive enough." Fu Shiyue took the tool book in his hand and flipped through a few pages, "Since there is blood on his hands, no one involved in it should be let go, and weeds must not forget to remove the roots .”

Lin Fei sighed quietly, "I thought about what the password for this level is."

He stood up, walked slowly to the wall, looked at the paintings on the wall, and analyzed clearly, "In the box of the second level, we got a pair of poker props. According to the instructions in the book, we need to press the timer After the switch, arrange the 3 cards according to their size within 55 minutes, I can think of three ways, the first is that we are half of us, and they are classified according to 123, and then..."

"Okay." Fu Shiyue's voice was clear and calm.

Lin Fei turned around inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Fu Shiyue put a stack of poker props into the box, closed the lid with one hand, a green light crawled around the box, beeped a reminder, and the last door opened in response.

The little girl holding milk tea outside looked confused.

Lin Fei was thinking about how to open it, his eyes sparkled, "Uncle Fu, how did you do it?"

Fu Shiyue picked up the hood of his sweater, put it on his head, rubbed it, and said in a good voice, "You want to know?"

"Think." Lin Fei nodded his chin, full of curiosity.

Fu Shiyue suddenly put on a straight face, "I'll take you to see a doctor. If you behave well, I can consider telling you."

The little girl couldn't help shouting loudly in her heart, brother, what kind of milk tea do you drink, men are not sweeter than milk tea?

Lin Fei got his free milk tea as he wished, held it with both hands, and sipped it, three or four doctors and nurses came to the cramped living room, surrounded the city, and carefully observed his ankles, Alpha saw so many strangers, Crouching in the corner trembling.

"Take off your shoes and socks first, it may be a sprained ankle." A doctor frowned.

The male nurse squatted down and was about to take off Lin Fei's shoes. Lin Fei sat up from the sofa and looked at Fu Shiyue pitifully, "Uncle Fu, I don't want other men to touch me."

The doctors turned their heads involuntarily. Fu Shiyue half folded his arms and said in a low voice, "I'll do it."

Lin Fei remained motionless, while Fu Shiyue bent down from the corner of the eye, untied the laces of the white sneakers, took off the shoe gently, and peeled off the socks like peeling an egg, revealing the delicate flesh inside. The tibia is thin and sharp, healthy and youthful.

It's a pity that it swelled into a small steamed bun, which compromised its beauty.

The medical staff in the room looked at each other in blank dismay. This is the first time I saw this side of Mr. Fu. Is it okay?

Lin Fei said that he didn't want other people to touch it, but the doctor didn't dare to do anything wrong in front of Fu Shiyue. He held a cotton swab and did a basic examination. Lin Fei's face was pale in pain, and he gasped, "Uncle Fu, can you hold me?" My hand, it hurts so much!"

Surrounded by everyone, everyone was not calm, but Fu Shiyue sat next to Lin Fei kindly, held his hand gently, stroked his forehead gently, and distracted his attention in a low voice: "The method is the merge method in C language. The sorting algorithm, put the smaller cards on top, repeat it several times, and it can be completed as quickly as possible."

"I thought it was a math problem." Lin Fei smelled the cool breath on his body, and inexplicably remembered the moment when he bumped into Fu Shiyue's arms in the secret room. Uncle Fu always smelled so good, so he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Fu Uncle, do you want to touch it back now?"

"Huh? What?" Fu Shiyue looked at him and asked knowingly.

Without thinking, Lin Fei led his palm to his chest, "My place is not as hard as Uncle Fu, so it's not easy to touch."

His body is thin and thin, and the pure white T-shirt with round neck is messy, outlining the delicate and protruding collarbone. The skin on his chest is warm and soft to the touch. He said calmly, "The medicine is finished."

Lin Fei let out a disappointed "Oh", and lay back on the sofa stretched out, his straight legs were lazily clamped on the coffee table, showing no shyness at all.

The doctor said a few words to Fu Shiyue, and left with the team. Fu Shiyue folded his arms and looked around the small two-bedroom apartment. His eyes flicked across the wall of Lin Fei's sister's hundred-day photos, and he was not interested in the warm little home. He glanced at the refrigerator stickers, saw the nickname of Aunt Li's message to Lin Fei, laughed dumbfoundedly, walked to the living room bookshelf, most of the shelves were full of reference books, and there was a simple little robot with a WALL-E shell, Ugly and cute.

He picked it up casually, pressed the switch on the back, and put it on the dining table. The two wheels rolled away from the table and rolled to the edge of the table for a moment. name?"

"Uncle Fu, I can only call you my nickname! Don't tell anyone else." Lin Fei blinked, like a little fox with malicious intentions, "This is my award-winning work in a school competition, if you like it, give it to you .”

"Your nickname suits you very well." Fu Shiyue opened the dining table and chairs and sat down, looking at the little robot. "Install a 3D measurement sensor, and it can avoid most obstacles."

Lin Fei gathered the knee of one leg and pressed his chin, "I can't, can you help me?"

Fu Shiyue glanced at him, and put the little robot on the table, "If you are interested in this aspect, you can sign up for the Youth Robot Contest. This year, Cree is the sponsor."

"Will Uncle Fu unspokenly ask me to take No.1?" Lin Fei looked at him with shining eyes.

The corner of Fu Shiyue's mouth raised, "It depends on your performance."

Lin Fei drooped his eyes in disappointment, and after a few seconds, he asked sadly, "My ankle hurts so much, can Uncle Fu stay at my house tonight?"

Fu Shiyue raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Lin Fei's voice was sweet and pitiful, "Uncle Fu, today's escape room is so scary. I'd be scared if I was alone at home."

"You want me to accompany you so much?" Fu Shiyue looked at his miserable appearance with a wider smile in his eyes.

Lin Fei nodded obediently, "I'm so timid, I don't even dare to watch ghost movies."

Fu Shiyue originally planned to agree, but the mobile phone in his suit pocket vibrated slightly. He took it out, squinted, squinted his eyes slightly, restrained his expression, and said absently: "The company has something to deal with, and I have to leave."

Lin Fei lowered his head, "But my ankle hurts."

"I'll arrange someone to take care of you." Fu Shiyue put back the phone, calmly and patiently.

Lin Fei raised his eyes and asked bluntly, "Then Uncle Fu, can I give you a hug before you leave?"

Sticky and obedient, Fu Shiyue laughed dumbfoundedly, bowed slightly and hugged him, Lin Fei hooked his neck with one hand, put his lips close to his ear, and slowly blew a breath, making an inch of it, "Uncle Fu, next time we meet, I will Can I kiss you?"

Fu Shiyue turned his face slightly, and his lips, which were close at hand, were beautifully shaped and slightly parted. His lips were brightly colored, and his youthful breath was clean and pure. His eyes were restrained, and his voice was slightly low.

Lin Fei smiled cunningly like a lynx, "There are many things I want to do, but I want you to do something to me even more."

Intentionally or unintentionally, he bit the word "dry" in the second half of the paragraph.

"let go."

Fu Shiyue looked calm and patted his arm.

"If you promise to let me kiss you, I will let go, or I won't let you go tonight." Lin Fei hooked his neck, unreasonable.

Fu Shiyue was silent for a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolled, and his deep eyes fell on Lin Fei, "Okay, I promise you."

Lin Fei showed a tricky smile, and withdrew his hand bluntly, "Uncle Fu, next time you see me, don't always think about work, I will be sad."

Fu Shiyue has a kind of mood that is both ambiguous and enjoyable. What is ambiguous is that Lin Fei is indeed like a cat, but he is an out-and-out wild cat. What he enjoys is the innocent obsession, enthusiasm, boldness and straightforwardness of eighteen or nineteen years old. No scruples, unlike other people he met at his age, flattering, groveling, and the desire for fame and fortune burst out in his bones.

This may be one of the reasons why he fell in love with Lin Fei.

Fu Shiyue didn't return to the company. Akai waited downstairs in his car and went straight to the hospital. The message was from Secretary Bai. His aunt had cut her wrist.

The senior ward was quiet and elegant. A haggard-looking middle-aged woman was lying on the bed, the liquid in the drip bottle was slowly falling, and a white gauze was wrapped around her wrist.

There were two other people in the ward, one was Secretary Bai, and the other was pretty, with long straight black hair, intellectual and gentle clothes, and a weak bookish air.

Fu Shiyue walked in the door, glanced at the woman with closed eyes on the hospital bed, slowly unbuttoned her suit, and hung it on the hanger at the door. Inside was a neat and clean white shirt. She strode over and sat on the chair by the bed, half-folding her arms , without saying a word.

The woman "woke up" just right, cried, made trouble, hanged herself, and said weakly, "Shi Yue, you're here, aunt has caused you trouble."

"Auntie can't contact you during this period of time. I dreamed of your mother the other night. She cried and entrusted you to me and asked me to take good care of you for her. After waking up, the more you think about it, the more I feel sorry for her. I'm almost 30 years old, and I haven't started a family yet. I'm so sorry, and I blame me. When I can't think about it, I..."

"I don't blame you." Fu Shiyue interrupted her, picked up a fruit knife and an apple from the table, and lightly peeled the apple.

A smile appeared on the woman's pale face, and she waved at the strange girl with great effort, "This is what I told you last time, Xiao Huo, she is your uncle's niece, and she happened to come to the hospital to see me today, you know each other."

Little Huo Shang was secretly looking at him, and when he heard this sentence, his cheeks couldn't help but get hot. A blind date with such an excellent man is almost like winning the jackpot.

Fu Shiyue glanced at him, chuckled lightly, and the intact apple peel fell on the marble floor. He put the peeled apple on the table, and slowly turned the fruit knife in his hand, with a gentle tone, " Aunt, there are countless ways to commit suicide, why did you choose to cut your wrists?"

The woman was at a loss and didn't know what it meant. Fu Shiyue untied the gauze wrapped around her wrist with one hand, and there was a faint red mark. If he hadn't come to the hospital, it would have healed up.

After being exposed, the woman blushed and hurriedly tried to hide her wrist. Fu Shiyue held down her wrist with one hand, with astonishing force. He raised his eyes to look at the woman with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "The arteries in the wrist are divided into the radial artery and the ulnar artery." Artery, you cut the wrong place, let me help you find the right place."

The last word landed, the fruit knife was crisp and decisive, and the dazzling red burst and splashed on his clean and tidy shirt, which was shocking. The woman screamed endlessly, clutching her wrists and rolling on the bed, like a duck being skinned alive.

Bright red flowers were blooming on the white bed sheet, and the smell of blood was pungent. Fu Shiyue threw the fruit knife on the table, stood up and rang the call bell, without any fuss. one trip."

Secretary Bai turned a blind eye and calmly picked up the suit jacket on the hanger, "Mr. Fu, do you want to go home or return to the park?"

Xiao Huo had never seen such a scene before, his eyes widened, his whole body trembling violently, and he watched Fu Shiyue take the suit, casually put it on, button up the buttons one by one, covering the chilling blood on the shirt, It regained that calm and elegant energy.

This person came prepared. From the moment she entered the door, she had already thought about what she was going to do. The strong sense of fear prompted her to stumble and run out the door, but her weak hands and feet could not use any strength, and she sat slumped in a state of embarrassment. on the ground.

Fu Shiyue looked at her condescendingly, sneered slightly, straightened his collar calmly, and walked out. The pocket of the coat was heavy, and he took it out, which was a peach-flavored lollipop.

Rubbing the pale pink sugar wrapper with his fingertips, he slowly clenched it tightly, his eyes narrowed, Lin Fei, I really want to taste your taste.