Fantastic

Bu Chu watched the monster in front of him holding the photo frame and licking it.

Everyone else is numb.

The long, scarlet tongue was covered with blood and unknown mucus. He couldn't see clearly from this angle, but he knew what kind of marks would probably be left on the photo frame.

I can't see the monster's expression clearly, or it can't make any expression, but I can still feel its fanaticism and obsession.

Not to mention the strange appearance of the other party, the behavior it exhibits, no matter how you look at it, it looks like an idiot... No!Even if you just look at it that way, it's an idiot.

Bu Chu couldn't react for a while.

On the one hand, he was shocked, and on the other hand, he suddenly felt inexplicably that he had better not make a sound, so as not to let the other party discover his existence.

Yes, although he thought it was impossible for the other party to be unaware, the fact is that the monster did not realize that there was another person in the room besides himself, as if there was a transparent insulating wall here.

It is good not to let the other party find out. Most importantly, he feels that if he is found out, the other party will not be licking the photo frame.

As for what's replacing the picture frame...

Bu Chu was silent for a moment, refusing to think about it.

In short, this idea is outrageous.

Gan, so what should we do in this situation?

Doesn't that mean he's going to just watch this monster charge here?

By the way, can this ghost thing move? ?

For a moment he felt great sympathy for the person in the frame.

I don't know who is so unlucky.

The monster paused suddenly, and the licking/licking movement stopped.

Bu Chu choked for breath, instantly full of bad premonitions.

He saw it turn around and looked straight in his direction.

Bu Chu's heart started beating wildly, and the next moment, he woke up.

Yes, he woke up again.

At this moment, he was sitting on the bed in a daze, looking at a photo frame standing on the desk not far away.

It was probably a dream within a dream, but because it was a dream within a dream, his not sober mind could not tell whether it was reality or a dream.

He pinched himself, but he didn't control his strength well, and he shuddered slightly with a "woo" and collapsed directly.

I hate myself for being so sensitive.

Tentatively assuming that this place is reality, he looked at the photo frame on the desk. He couldn't see the person in the photo clearly due to the reflection of the glass, so he stepped forward and picked up the photo frame.

To be honest, he felt a little weird thinking that the monster had licked the photo frame, even if it was in a dream.

And before seeing the person in there, he was also puzzled, thinking that if this photo frame appeared in his room, could it have any intersection with his own character identity?

Then take a closer look, and there is a single photo in the photo frame.

is himself.

Oh, it makes perfect sense to have a picture of myself in my room.

Although Bu Chu himself would not do this.

And looking at himself in this photo now, he only feels his scalp tingling.

Before, she sympathized with this unlucky buddy, but now she wants to hug and cry? ?

The photo should be directly synthesized by the game directly using data. It was a snapshot of him playing basketball. He looked very handsome.

In that case, isn't that what the monster licked...

Hold.

Then he knows where his previous premonition came from, it's all a fucking instinct to survive! !

There are photos of real people licking ass there! !

I'm afraid I didn't flush him on the spot.

Thinking of this, Bu Chu shivered involuntarily.

what's up? ?

This kind of "popularity" makes people not happy at all, and he doesn't want this kind of damn "good luck" at all! !

He woke up very early, before it was time to get up, he could have just lay back on the bed and had a good sleep, but he chose to get up and went to the bathroom with a knife in his hand.

After this incident, he couldn't stabilize at all, and had to get a useful item or skill out.

There are still things to do during the day, so if you want to use passive words, it can only be now.

Bu Chu took off his clothes, sat in the bathtub, loosened and tightened his grip on the knife, and then took a deep breath.

He stuffed a towel in his mouth to prevent himself from making uncontrollable noises. It was night, and he didn't know the sound insulation effect of this dormitory, so he might be heard by the people next door.

In fact, there is no problem, I just think that he "plays" very well at night.

But Bu Chu still tried his best not to let his voice leak out.

He waved his hand down, and he still couldn't get used to what happened next.

The shower was turned on, and there was warm water, and the clean water, mixed with blood and other things, slowly flowed into the drain.

The bathtub is facing the bathroom door, and next to the door is the sink, and above the sink is a mirror.

The mirror faithfully reflected the scene in the bathtub, including all the reactions of the young man inside, his blushing cheeks and the corners of his eyes, his eyes filled with mist, and he grasped the white joints of the bathtub wall hard out of patience.

The background in the mirror seemed to tremble for a moment, and then the lines presented were subtly distorted.

There are often paintings that look like real ones. The painter uses superb skills to leave the scenery or characters on the canvas. If you don’t look carefully, you will often think that this is a photo rather than a painting.

Now this mirror is like a painting. Except for youth, everything else is based on reality, a combination of lines and paints.

It was impossible for Bu Chu to notice at this time.

He did his best not to faint.

Passively triggered twice, the first drawing result was still not satisfactory, so he made up his mind and gritted his teeth for the second time.

He got a utility knife.

The blades of ordinary utility knives are beveled, and they can be broken with blunt lines along the body, but the blade of this utility knife seems to be a complete piece. It looks blunt, but there is no one that can be broken and replaced place.

[Unsharp utility knife: It is already very blunt, maybe it can’t even cut paper, but it seems to be able to directly destroy something special? ]

... what is what!

Fuck it clearly, Gan! !

Bu Chu was a little annoyed, but his experience told him that this item should be what he wanted.

Art exhibitions, art students, and utility knives are all related.

He himself had some guesses, maybe what could be directly destroyed was... the painting?

Complete whim, without any basis.

He put away the utility knife, supported his weak body with his hands, stood up with difficulty, tidied himself up and lay back on the bed.

Bu Chu tossed and tossed for nearly an hour. Lying on the bed, he felt his whole body was soft. That feeling had not completely faded away, and he still trembled slightly from time to time.

Now if the monster comes again...

Whatever it is, he doesn't want to move anyway.

For a moment, my mind was full of such broken cans and broken thoughts.

He was so tired that he fell asleep right away, and slept until he was woken up by the alarm clock of his mobile phone in the morning, and then slowly got up to wash up. Except that his legs were still a little soft, he was relieved.

Today is Monday, and there is class in the afternoon.

Yes, they still have to go to class.

After all, the identity of a junior student is a major premise, and the system specially reminded him once, so he can only go to class honestly.

While sitting in the classroom, Bu Chu took a glance, but still did not see Min Yangcheng.

Good guy, why don't you drop out of school altogether?

Luo Yun and Xu Xiaoyi greeted him, and Tai Jitong came over and asked himself in a low voice if it would be better to skip class.

Because he felt that he was a problem student and shouldn't come to work so well.

Bu Chu: "You can have 'problems' elsewhere."

This sentence sounds a bit strange, but Tai Jitong can understand what he means.

As for where the "problems" can be dealt with, let Tai Jitong think for himself.

They are art students in painting, so the class they take is naturally related to this aspect. This class seems to be about appreciation of masterpieces. After a while, Tai Jitong put on a mask of pain.

He muttered softly: "It's okay for me to do the math, I really can't do such a tall thing..."

I didn't expect that I could actually learn in a horror game.

After hearing this, Bu Chu was a little surprised: "Mathematics? Are you a science student?"

Many people have a deep hatred for mathematics.

Tai Jitong: "Ah, because my family runs a company, I'm more sensitive to data."

The company, I'm afraid it's not a big group.

The successors generally will not be short of ore.

Bu Chu didn't feel envious or jealous, he said, "That's it."

Then he withdrew his gaze and focused on the teacher who was lecturing.

As a result, the topic was opened, and Tai Jitong didn't intend to end it, and wanted to carry out the desertion to the end.

"Brother Chu listened very seriously? Do you feel nostalgic?"

Like he doesn't feel nostalgic at all, even though he was a good student before, it doesn't mean he likes going to school.

"No," Bu Chu said, "I never went to college."

So there's even something new about it.

He is an orphan.

Relying on state welfare, he barely finished junior high school, and ran out of the orphanage when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Because the orphanage he stayed in was not a good place, there were always gangs forming groups against each other, and everything was going to be robbed, and he always tried to avoid fighting with others.

It's not that he has a good character, but this bad physique.

……Um?and many more.

Bu Chu suddenly paused, thinking of something.

How did his house come about?

This question is quite abrupt. After living for so long, it seems like I just discovered this doubt.

When I entered the society alone at my age, I couldn’t find a good job if I didn’t have enough conditions. It’s good enough to barely meet food and clothing. How can I buy an [-]-square-meter house within ten years?

Bu Chu frowned.

Is it a sequela that I just noticed?

Or was it caused by the other party's memory operation when signing the contract with [Qingdie]?

After a while, his frown loosened.

Oh, if that's the case, it's better to take it slowly.

That's what he thought, completely unaware that his indifferent and not at all eager attitude was weird.

The old professor spoke eloquently on the podium for a class. When the class was about to end, his gaze changed from the previous drowsiness, and the students who were waiting for the class bell to ring, coughed and said: "Before class ends, I have good news for everyone."

"What good news?"

The students asked feebly, obviously not wanting to know much.

"Just yesterday, Mr. Li Mu agreed to our school's invitation and was willing to display several of his paintings in the library."

There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and then everyone reacted and "exploded" all of a sudden.

All the sleepy people were blown away, and they were so excited that they almost knocked off the roof.

"Teacher Li Mu? Is that Li Mu?? My mother, he would actually agree?!"

"I heard that even the headmaster couldn't take it down, why did he suddenly..."

"Who cares! I'm going to spend time in the library from now on!! There must be a lot of people, I have to go early in the morning to occupy a seat!!"

Even the bell for the end of get out of class was drowned out by their discussions, and no one cares about that anymore.

The old professor smiled and left the classroom satisfied.

"Li Mu?" Tai Jitong was also taken aback, "How could he..."

To be honest, when he thinks of that person now, he still feels inexplicably apprehensive.

Mingming Limu didn't do anything, and his attitude towards them was very kind and gentle. He treated them with a smile, and he couldn't find any mistakes no matter where they came from.

But it's just a painting, not a person.

He thought optimistically.

Bu Chu seemed to know what he was thinking, and ruthlessly broke his fantasy: "No, Li Mu will come."

"Why do you say that? Shouldn't the great painter be very busy?"

why.

Bu Chu was silent for a while.

He couldn't tell how it might be because of himself.