Morbid domestication

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This is my No.40 six days of living in this villa.

There are still four days before Feng Jue returns to the villa.

Since the phone call yesterday, Uncle Zhang no longer restricted me where to go, but soon I found that there were five or six new faces in the villa, and all of them were tall and big men.

These people will not appear near me, but once I go to the yard of the villa, or in the garden, those few people will definitely appear not far from me, or water the flowers, or It is a treatment lawn.

Maybe it's because of my abnormal behavior that day, or maybe it's because Feng Jue discovered the monitoring problem.

In short, I was still suspected, and their monitoring of me was strengthened.

Yesterday I deliberately passed the door leading to the third floor. The door was still locked. I don't know why the door suddenly opened, but I confirmed that I re-locked it before leaving.

I didn't dare to act rashly, because I didn't know much about Feng Jue, the monitoring must have been restored by Uncle Zhang, I knew that my clumsy technique couldn't stand a little scrutiny.

But I don't care, as long as Feng Jue is willing to maintain a superficial peace with me, then I still have a chance.

The most urgent thing is to find a way out.

This is my No.40 seven days of living in this villa.

There are still three days before Feng Jue returns to the villa.

Things were much more difficult than I expected.

In the past two days, for various reasons, I wandered around the courtyard of the villa for a long time, and went to the few surveillance blind spots that I remembered, to see if there was any way to climb out, but the high walls There is no point that can be used for strength, but it is impossible to cross it with my own strength.

I have been to the gate of the villa, it has been locked all the time, the key should be in Zhang Bo’s hand, I don’t know where Zhang Bo will put the key, even if I know, with Zhang Bo’s vigilance, there is no possibility for me to get out of him Steal the key out of your body.

There will be a wave of people in the yard in rotation every once in a while, there is almost no gap in the middle, and it is even more difficult to avoid them and do something.

I have thought about letting a stranger come to the villa in the name of learning or other things, just like Ren Yan who was invited by Feng Jue when I was learning the piano before, as long as other people come, I can try to ask him for help.

But this naive idea is broken today.

The day before yesterday, when I was on the phone, I tried to ask Feng Jue to ask Ren Yan to come back to continue teaching, and I got the answer that he had already returned to his hometown.

I proposed another teacher, and Feng Jue agreed very well, saying that he would help me find it as soon as possible.

I waited patiently for two days, but no one came.

I just talked with Feng Jue on the phone, and I mentioned this matter again, but no matter how hard I tried to urge Feng Jue, I could only get Feng Jue one sentence in the end.

"Hey, Xiaoyi, don't worry, the teacher will be there in two days."

I know that no one will come, Feng Jue is obviously trying to perfunctory me.

I was so powerless, I wanted to shout and vent to Feng Jue, I wanted to tell him not to play this fake affectionate drama in front of me, I already knew all the truth!

But I can't, I can only grit my teeth and suppress my anger to reply: "Understood, sir."

I feel like I was tied hands and feet, gagged, and thrown into the empty and vast deep sea. Any struggle is futile. I can only let the sea water gradually submerge the top of my head. Can't say a word.

This is my No.40 eight days of living in this villa.

There are still two days before Feng Jue returns to the villa.

There is still no progress today. As the time for Feng Jue to return to the villa is getting closer, I am suffering more and more when facing Feng Jue. I can hardly hide my inner irritability, but I have to try my best to do something The way I love him.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and I finally hung up the phone with Feng Jue. I was sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the garden in a daze.

The night in the courtyard of the villa cannot be said to be brightly lit, but there are lights. Although there are not many, it is enough to let me see the situation outside. In front of me is the sea of ​​tulip flowers, and the end of the sea of ​​flowers is a high wall .

There should be people not far from me. Although I can't see them, I know there are, at least one or two.

I sat for a while before getting up. I used the excuse of jogging to stroll outside, in order to be able to observe the topography of the research institute squarely, trying to find out where there would be loopholes.

However, within two days, I ran countless times and found nothing. Everything here is strictly guarded, and not even a fly can fly out.

But, in case I missed it, with such an unrealistic fantasy, I started running circles along the fence for an unknown number of times.

The yard of the villa is very large, except for the garden, the other landscapes are also well done. I ran slowly along the gravel path, my eyes searching along the road.

Suddenly, I saw some red dots flickering on and off on the edge of the bush not far away, and there seemed to be a faint human voice.

I slowed down and sneaked past.

But before I could get behind that person, I was spotted by him.

I watched as a tall man suddenly stood up from the bushes, threw the things in his hands to the ground in a frantic manner, and crushed them several times with his feet.

"Xu, Mr. Xu." The other party said in a panic.

Only then did I see his appearance clearly. He was a young boy who only came to the villa two days ago. When I was strolling in the yard before, I saw him watering the flowers not far from me. Actually It's just someone watching me.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a cold face on purpose.

"I'm sorry!" The man directly bowed deeply to me, but refused to say more.

I looked thoughtfully at the thing that had just been crushed under his feet, and ordered after a while: "What did you just throw away? Take it out"

The man didn't move, he just bent his waist lower.

"You know that I am the owner of this house." I said in a threatening tone, "If you tell Uncle Zhang that you are lazy here, what do you think he will do?"

The man straightened up abruptly, and shook his head violently at me: "Don't, Mr. Xu, I was wrong!"

I didn't speak, just glanced at him lightly.

The man gritted his teeth, hesitantly took out a package of something from his pocket and handed it over.

I took it over and took a look, and the name of this thing immediately appeared in my mind, it was smoke.The next thing was natural, I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, and raised my chin to that person.

The man was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized that he took out the lighter and pressed it with a "chuss", as if to light it for me.

I turned my head to avoid the cluster of flames, raised my hand and directly pulled out the lighter from his hand, and took the cigarette out of my mouth.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything today." I promised, and put the pack of cigarettes and lighter into my pocket.

This is my No.40 nine days of living in this villa.

There is still one day before Feng Jue returns to the villa.

I can hardly hide my anxiety. I hardly closed my eyes for the past two nights. When I woke up and washed myself in the morning, I saw myself in the mirror. Visible to the naked eye is terrible.

I scooped up the water from the faucet and slapped my face fiercely, trying to force myself to cheer up. The cold water hit my face, which made my body tremble, and I became a little more awake.

In any case, I still have time, although it is urgent, but I must not give up!

I stared at myself in the mirror and thought fiercely: If it is really impossible to escape quietly in the end, then I can only use the most stupid way.

The breakfast is still rich, but I really have no appetite. Even so, I still force myself to eat a lot, and I have to conserve my energy.

After the meal, I sat at the dining table, wiped the corners of my mouth with a napkin, and said to Uncle Zhang who had been standing by, "I'm not feeling well, please call a doctor for me."

"I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Xu? If it's just a common headache, there are medicines for the symptoms in the villa." Uncle Zhang answered me without changing his expression.

"I feel nauseous, want to vomit, have a headache, and I have insomnia." I clutched the napkin in my hand, stared at Uncle Zhang, and said louder and louder, "I don't feel well anywhere! Taking medicine can't solve anything. Problem! I need a professional doctor!"

"Mr. Xu." Uncle Zhang looked at me with disapproval in his eyes: "Please calm down."

"Why should I be calm?!" As I said that, I stood up suddenly, pressed my hands on the table unexpectedly and violently, the white wooden dining table and the pile of delicate dishes on the table were all overturned to the ground!

There was a piercing clatter of soldiers and clangs in the living room.

Standing in front of the mess, I looked at Uncle Zhang with a look of astonishment in front of me, and said out of breath, "Do you not understand human language? I said I need a doctor!"

"Get me a doctor now, immediately, immediately!"

Uncle Zhang quickly withdrew his gawkish expression. He looked at me a few times before continuing to say decently: "Mr. Xu, please wait a moment."

I stood at the fence on the second floor, looking indifferently at the restaurant downstairs, where the servants were cleaning up the broken porcelain that I had broken.

I watched them sweep everything into the black trash bags, watched them tie the bags and lift them out of the villa, watched the doors of the villa shut.

I put it in my pocket, and the hand that had been holding on to Broken Porcelain was only slightly loosened.

Uncle Zhang didn't know where to go, maybe he was going to ask Feng Jue again, as for what Feng Jue would say, and whether the doctor would come, it didn't matter, anyway, today was the last day.

After a while, I turned and went back to the bedroom.

I dug out the only pair of sweatpants from the cloakroom, and a loose sweater and shoes, and found a pair of comfortable running shoes.

I put these on, put the tile back in my pocket, walked to the bed and bent down, and took out the lighter that had been hidden under the bed.

After doing all this, the time on the quartz watch showed 9:40.

There are still about 20 minutes.

I didn't delay any longer, pushed the door out, and went straight to the studio at the end of the second floor.