Horror Variety Survival Record

In the quiet hut, only the pale little lamp on the desk casts a cold light.

The thread-bound notebook on the table was closed by a bony hand, revealing the brown-gray cover.

Hearing a soft sigh, the person in front of the desk turned around and cast his eyes on the bed behind him.

A comatose boy lay on the bed, his brows were furrowed, his lips moved slightly, as if he was having a terrible dream.

Lang Qiu didn't go to wake him up, he stared quietly at the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed, thinking about what made his temperament change so much just now.

When meeting Ke Chun here for the first time, Lang Qiu felt that this kid was too weak.He has a small body, and his personality is like a little white rabbit. He is so innocent that even a three-year-old child can lie to him.The judgment in his heart was that this kid would definitely not survive two rounds, but he never expected that he would actually reach the final step.

What he didn't expect was that he was "overprotective" of this kid.He was supposed to be a "watcher", since when did they become "partners"?

Lang Qiu thought back to the day he sent an alliance invitation to Ke Chun in the basement, why did he do that?

Because he was curious to what extent Ke Chun's harmlessness to humans and animals could make others relax towards him.

Because he was curious about how much information Ke Chun's affinity could extract from the contestants.

Because he was curious about what action he would take after telling Ke Chun the truth.

Lang Qiu is concerned about how a simple, kind, innocent person, a person who has no power to restrain himself, can survive in this cruel living environment.

However, Ke Chun's every step, every choice, and every result were beyond Lang Qiu's expectations. He found that Ke Chun's nostalgia for "life" was not so great, but more of a "faith". For their own inner "belief".This belief will not crumble under any threat, not even a threat to one's own life.

And this "faith" is like a huge vortex, which can involve everyone who comes close, and Lang Qiu is one of them.

The closer he got, the more attracted he was, and he approached actively, unable to stop.

He particularly wanted to know whether the center was a holy white light or endless darkness.

Because of this, he became Ke Chun's helper, and he would not allow anyone to violate him.

After sorting out his thoughts, Lang Qiu felt that he should understand Ke Chun very well, but the scene in the reading room seemed to hit him hard in the face, overturning all his "understanding".

That Ke Chun, with his cold eyes and unfeeling movements, completely changed himself.

What kind of change happened to his "belief" that caused him such a huge change?

Lang Qiu squinted his eyes and thought about this question for a long time, but he still couldn't get a result.

Ke Chun on the bed was still talking in his sleep, his painful expression tightened, and suddenly his eyes snapped open.

He sat up stiffly from the bed, twisting his lower neck from side to side, like a robot.

When that face turned to Lang Qiu, the latter saw a pair of bottomless pupils, as if he wanted to suck him in.

Lang Qiu's heartbeat increased sharply, and he dodged to the side with lightning speed. When he turned his head to look, Ke Chun was already staring at him with his head tilted at the place where he was sitting just now.

He didn't regain his sanity, he was still that cold "killer".

This "killer" reached into his arms, took out the silver pistol, and pointed at Lang Qiu without hesitation.

He's going to kill him.

Lang Qiu was very decisive and rushed forward without saying a word.

He knew very well that this Ke Chun would not listen to any of his words, so he had no choice but to subdue him at the moment.

Fortunately, he knows Ke Chun's strength very well, and Lang Qiu is very sure that he can suppress him within three moves.

He rushed to Ke Chun's back with a stride, raised his hand and was about to slash with his palm, but the slap missed.

Ke Chun reacted very quickly. He bowed forward and took a big step to escape. As soon as he stood still, he immediately turned around and pointed his gun at Lang Qiu, not giving him any chance to breathe.

Lang Qiu was surprised, this kid's speed has become faster!

Without time for him to hesitate, Lang Qiu rushed to Ke Chun's side before he pulled the trigger, and pressed his right hand hard on his right hand holding the gun, firmly grasping his wrist.

He originally expected that Ke Chun would have to let go of the pistol due to the force on his right hand, so that he could take the opportunity to take away his pistol.

But he didn't expect that even though Ke Chun's right hand was already red from being grabbed, he still didn't let go.

"Ke Chun!"

Lang Qiu called his name in a low voice, firm and deterrent.

Ke Chun's response was only to resist more and more vigorously.

He grabbed Lang Qiu back with his empty left hand, trying to pull his right hand away with brute force.

The strength once again exceeded Lang Qiu's expectations. He never thought that Ke Chun's frail body still contained such a large amount of energy.

What gave birth to such a him?

Facing this Ke Chun, Lang Qiu was full of curiosity, and besides curiosity, there was another emotion that surprised him—fear.

He knew very well that this fear was not about his own life and death, but he had no idea what he was afraid of.

However, Lang Qiu didn't have time to think deeply. He punched Ke Chun in the abdomen, trying to make him let go because of the pain.

However, Ke Chun only made a corresponding bending of his body, and the strength in his hands was not loose at all.

He seemed to have no pain at all!

Is he really crazy? !

The fear in Lang Qiu's heart is getting bigger and bigger. If Ke Chun can't change back to the innocent, straightforward and stubborn him, what should he do?

It wasn't until this moment that Lang Qiu saw clearly what he was afraid of - losing.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Ke Chun's broken thoughts injected great strength into himself, and he almost broke away from Lang Qiu!

Lang Qiu had no choice but to push Ke Chun all the way to the side of the bed, using his strength to press him against the wall.

"Who are you going to kill?" he asked.

Ke Chun's black pupils lifted up, as if he was looking at Lang Qiu, but he didn't seem to see anything.

"You are a liar, you are a liar, you are a liar..."

Seeing Ke Chun's response, Lang Qiu asked excitedly, "Who is the liar?"

But this time Ke Chun just kept repeating those four words, speaking faster and faster, and his hand was getting stronger and stronger, pinching Lang Qiu's right wrist with black and blue circles.

Regardless of the pain in his wrist, Lang Qiu continued to test him: "Yes, I'm a liar, what did I lie to you?"

Ke Chun's pupils suddenly had a huge turmoil, and a raging flame ignited from the darkness.

Lang Qiu had never seen such an angry Ke Chun, and his heart skipped a beat, almost being counterattacked by Ke Chun.

He adjusted his state in time and pressed Ke Chun down again. The word that came out of Ke Chun's mouth gave him goosebumps.

"Life."

"What fate?" Lang Qiu found his voice trembling. He stared at Ke Chun, waiting for an answer, even though he had roughly guessed the plot in his mind.

But after that word, Ke Chun didn't say a word, his eyes returned to the most primitive darkness, and there was no expression on his face.

Lang Qiu felt that his heart was being pricked by a thin needle. He didn't know why it hurt so much, but he knew how to soothe this painful heart.

His left hand stroked Ke Chun's hair lightly, as long as he touched him, comforted him, and made him feel better, his heart would also feel a little better—this was something he had never experienced before.

When his fingertips touched Ke Chun's hair, this emotionless animal suddenly exploded, vigorously shaking its head to avoid Lang Qiu's hand, and began to slap Lang Qiu's arm with its left hand, and even raised it. The feet kept kicking Lang Qiu's calf.

What's amazing is that all Ke Chun's attacks seemed to hit Lang Qiu's heart instead of Lang Qiu's body.

It turns out that a person's heart can have feelings, and this is the first time Lang Qiu has noticed this.

Very fresh, very exciting, this may be "alive".

He ignored all Ke Chun's attacks, and stubbornly stroked Ke Chun's head. Every time he stroked, he felt that it was not Ke Chun who was redeeming, but himself.

Seeing that Ke Chun gradually calmed down under his own comfort, the pain in Lang Qiu's heart also gradually calmed down.

It's just that although Ke Chun stopped making noise, he still held the pistol firmly in his right hand.

Lang Qiu suddenly understood that this pistol was Ke Chun's last support, it was his sense of security.

Therefore, Lang Qiu no longer tried to take away the pistol, he grabbed Ke Chun with his left hand, and embraced Ke Chun in his arms.

He whispered softly in his ear: "With me here, no one can lie to you."

The runaway animal became docile, and leaned against Lang Qiu without saying a word or moving.

After more than a minute, Lang Qiu sighed softly, "How can I call you back?"

Kechun's smiling faces automatically appeared in his mind, smiling to tease him, smiling to comfort him, smiling to talk about his own affairs, smiling to encourage everyone... Also, smiling and saying: "Love is very difficult." It's beautiful." At that moment, his eyes were shining brightly, more dazzling than the stars in the dark night.

"Hello." Lang Qiu shook Ke Chun's body, "Do you think we are friends?"

silence.

"I want to talk to you about friends."

Still silent.

"Would you like to kiss me?"

Still silent.

"If you don't speak, it means you are willing."

Lang Qiu let go of Ke Chun's arms, pressed his shoulders, and looked down into his eyes.

The pupils were still pitch black, but they were covered with a thin layer of gray mist, losing any spirit.

This appearance caused Lang Qiu another burst of pain, he couldn't look at it, and gently leaned forward to kiss those lips.

Even with Ke Chun like this, his lips are still so warm and soft, as if sucking a jelly, with a sweet taste.

Then what?

When the lips were in contact with each other for three seconds, Lang Qiu was confused.

He doesn't know what to do next?

Is this over?

But he felt that there should be something more.

He opened his mouth slightly, and licked Ke Chun's lower lip. It was salty and wet. From his knowledge base, he knew it was the taste of tears.

Lang Qiu let go of Ke Chun excitedly, and saw two obvious tear stains on Ke Chun's face, and his pupils were no longer gray, and finally there was light inside.

Ke Chun opened his mouth and let out an "ah".

Lang Qiu hugged him into his arms again, his heart finally didn't hurt, and he finally found a warm ocean where he could take a dip comfortably.

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Ke Chun seemed to have had a long, long nightmare.

He didn't remember the specific plot, but felt a deep sense of loneliness surrounding him layer upon layer.

He seemed to be imprisoned in a light blue cage, surrounded by a circle of people, they had no eyes, no nose, only curved mouths, all of them raised their fingers to point fingers at themselves, and some people threw stones at themselves , Throw the peel, throw the drink bottle.

He smiled and acted hard, just to make everyone happy, but all his efforts were met with cynicism, and even his partner who had been with him spit at him.

Silent tears soaked his face, and at the end of the dream he was thrown into a very large water tank.

The water in the tank was very warm, as comfortable as taking a bath. He didn't feel any difficulty in breathing, and he was very contented in the water like a fish.

Only slowly, he found that his heart was falling, he became frightened, bent his legs, hooked the soles of his feet with his hands, trying to catch his heart, but it didn’t work, his body was like a bottomless pit, and his heart could always all the way down.

He was very flustered.

Ah, I can't live anymore.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this idea popped up, his heart suddenly stopped, floating in the warm water, shaking slightly.

He soon understood the reason why his heart was floating, because he had love.

Wrap his loved ones with warm lips softly, bringing him infinite peace of mind and happiness.

Ke Chun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the halos formed into balls in the water, especially like Van Gogh's starry sky.

He thought it was romantic.

Ah, that familiar smell.

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Lang Qiu's face became clear in Ke Chun's eyes.

The first reaction after seeing this face clearly was panic, because they were so close, he could see every inch of Lang Qiu's skin so clearly, that smooth and flawless skin, just like in the advertisements of skin care products, Want to go up and take a bite.

Ke Chun's face turned red instantly, he pushed Lang Qiu away with both hands, and lowered his head.

Then he realized that his eyes were swollen, and when he touched his face, it was all wet.

"What's wrong with me?"

After asking this sentence, Lang Qiu knew that Ke Chun didn't remember everything just now.

"What do you remember?" Lang Qiu asked.

Ke Chun rubbed and pressed his temple with his index finger knuckles, and said while recalling: "I... I remember Geng Yanbin chased me all the time, and chased me to the reading room, and then I blocked the door with a table, and he came in without blocking him. Like...like killed him...wait, no."

Ke Chun frowned, and his knuckles pressed red marks on his temples, but he didn't know it.

"I've never seen Geng Yanbin, it wasn't him chasing me, he was chasing Ran Xiaoxin, and Ran Xiaoxin and I fled to the third floor... Ah, no, it was Ran Xiaoxin who took me to the third floor to find Kuai Anhe. We went to the reading room The door, he told me to open the door. I opened the door and saw..."

Ke Chun's eyes widened suddenly, and he covered his mouth with his hands. He raised his voice: "I saw Geng Yanbin, in the middle of a circle of books, dead! He died when I saw him! I didn't kill him!" But... why do I feel that I killed him? What's going on?"

Ke Chun shook his head, two conflicting memories in his brain were fighting each other, which one was the real one?

"Hey, calm down." Lang Qiu pressed Ke Chun's shoulder, "Why do you think you killed him?"

"I don't know... I sat on the ground and saw a pistol at my feet, and then Kuai Anhe said to me: 'You are not wrong, you are just self-defense, he was the one who wanted to kill you first.' So I I think...but it's not right, he died there when I opened the door..."

"Calm down first, and slowly sort out your thoughts before you talk." Lang Qiu helped Ke Chun to sit on a chair, sat next to him, and guided his thinking with questions, "You say Kuai Anhe, Kuai Anhe is here where?"

"Ah?" Ke Chun was taken aback, "Kuai Anhe is here... Ah, isn't he in the reading room?"

Lang Qiu shook his head.

"Strange, I saw him..."

"Think about it, the two situations you just mentioned are contradictory. In one situation, there was Kuai Anhe, and then you killed Geng Yanbin. In the other situation, there was no Kuai Anhe, and you and Ran Xiaoxin witnessed Geng Yanbin's death together. "

Ke Chun nodded, then wondered, "Why do I have two completely different memories?"

Lang Qiu rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger, lost in thought.

"Is it a dream?"

Lang Qiu thought for a while and said: "Human beings sometimes regard dreams as reality. According to the results of our research and survey in the past two years, 60% of people regard what happened in dreams as reality, and 80% of people Frankly admit that the situation in reality has appeared in a dream. Especially when people are under greater pressure, the probability of this happening will be higher.”

Ke Chun said in disbelief, "You mean, I was under too much pressure, so I had nightmares?"

"Based on the current situation, this is the only way to explain it." Lang Qiu spoke seriously, but Ke Chun found that he deliberately looked away.

Although Ke Chun felt that as far as the dream was concerned, the memory of killing Geng Yanbin was too vivid, plus the other "never seen" memory fragments in the castle that appeared in his mind before, and the unknown Where did the "roommates" come from? Is this dream still a series?

But he couldn't think of any other more convincing explanation, and obviously Lang Qiu didn't intend to discuss this with him, so he could only keep his doubts in his stomach for the time being.

On the other end, Lang Qiu really changed the topic: "Our plan has been disrupted, what are you going to do?"

"Tell me first, what happened to me just now?"

This time Ke Chun did not follow Lang Qiu's rhythm, he was very concerned about the lost memory just now.

Lang Qiu hesitated in response.

Ke Chun continued to ask: "I remember I was in the reading room just now, why did I come back here when I opened my eyes? And I didn't wake up from the bed."

Speaking of this, his face couldn't help but feel hot, and when he opened his eyes, he was so close to Lang Qiu, what the hell was he doing?And why is he crying so badly?

"Do you still remember what happened in the reading room?" Lang Qiu asked.

Ke Chun recalled, and replied: "I remember that Ran Xiaoxin wanted to kill me, and then...you saved me?"

In fact, ever since seeing Geng Yanbin's body, Ke Chun's memory has been confused. If the memory of Kuai Anhe is regarded as a dream, then the memory of being with Lang Qiu in the reading room is real.Combined with the situation at the time, it is not difficult to speculate that Ran Xiaoxin was going to be unfavorable to Ke Chun, and Lang Qiu arrived in time to save him.

Lang Qiu affirmed Ke Chun's speculation.

"Then, I can't remember clearly. Ran Xiaoxin said a lot of bad things, I couldn't stand it, it was getting hotter... more and more uncomfortable... I seemed to faint."

This is the end of Ke Chun's last memory. He looked into Lang Qiu's eyes with doubts, but Lang Qiu was hesitant and hesitated to speak.

"Hey, you won't say I'm sleepwalking, will you?" Ke Chun hurriedly urged.

The two sides looked at each other for a long time, Lang Qiu finally couldn't match Ke Chun's sincere eyes, and said frankly: "You want to kill Ran Xiaoxin, I'll knock you out and bring you back here."

This fact shocked Ke Chun.

He continued to ask, "Then why wasn't I in bed when I woke up?"

"you……"

"Am I still trying to kill you?"

Lang Qiu was stunned, this reaction had already answered Ke Chun.

Unprecedented despair rushed towards Ke Chun like a tidal wave. The icy tide flooded his body, froze his body, and froze his thinking.

"You kill me. You're right, I'm already crazy." Even the voice became wet and cold.

Lang Qiu looked at him distressedly, and tried his best to comfort him: "You are just under too much pressure, which is normal in this environment. Don't worry, I will not let you lose control."

But Ke Chun just shook his head frequently, and shouted loudly: "I will kill you too!" Just thinking of the scene of pointing a gun at Lang Qiu, Ke Chun wished to cut himself into pieces.

He suddenly thought of the hideous corpse that appeared in front of his eyes in that "nightmare", as well as the figure walking from a distance.Now he can be sure that that person is himself.

He killed everyone, he was a murderous beast!

Lang Qiu pressed Ke Chun's shoulder, and said to him seriously and firmly: "You won't! You can't kill me."

The figure in the "Nightmare" slowly walked towards Ke Chun, revealing his face. Ke Chun clearly saw his face, his facial features exactly the same as his own, and his temperament completely opposite to his own.

That person seemed to be his twin brother, and Ke Chun knew clearly that he did not have a twin brother.

No matter how much he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he is himself.

"You kill me. I am afraid that I am not myself, I am afraid of becoming the person I hate the most." Ke Chun shook Lang Qiu's arm, begging him.

He stuffed the pistol on the table into Lang Qiu's hand, and forced the muzzle of the gun to his forehead.

"I believe in you, you will fulfill my wish for me, right?"

Tears of excitement swirled in Ke Chun's eyes, and he choked with sobs, begging so sincerely and begging so humblely.

Unexpectedly, in return, Lang Qiu yelled: "Are you an idiot?!"

Lang Qiu stared fiercely into his eyes, and blamed him: "Who is the one who swears that he will take everyone out together?"

"You can." Ke Chun insisted.

"Ke Chun, if you insist on me killing you today, then I promise you that I will kill everyone here, including myself, and let us all be buried with you!"

Lang Qiu said so seriously, he is a man who will do what he says.

Ke Chun began to cry "woo hoo", he was completely at a loss.

"You didn't kill Geng Yanbin." The soft voice patted Ke Chun's eardrums.

Ke Chun's raised eyes were hazy, and his eyes looking towards Lang Qiu lost focus.

"I've modified this gun. It can't kill people. Even if you just pulled the trigger, I can't die."

Ke Chun stared at Lang Qiu blankly, wondering whether he should believe him or not.

"If I'm not here, yes, you might become a murderous maniac. But I'm here, and I won't let you become like that. Don't you believe me?"

Lang Qiu's eyes were full of firmness, and Ke Chun was the only one in his brown pupils.

"I..." Ke Chun found himself speechless.

"And..." Lang Qiu reached into his pocket and took out something.

As soon as the rope fell, what Ke Chun saw was a victorious guard.

Ke Chun's eyes were covered with mist again.

He remembered that it belonged to Fei Zhengqi.

Once when they were chatting, Fei Zhengqi happily showed Ke Chun this imperial guard, and showed off with a smile: "Jian Hong gave this to me when I participated in the national competition before, wish me success, and I have been wearing it since then I haven't lost a single game."

Ke Chungang wanted to tease that he and Jian Hong had such a good relationship, but Fei Zhengqi said softly: "This thing is really effective, so I believe we will not lose this game."

His tone was so sure and resolute, from which Ke Chun heard Fei Zhengqi's determination and the justice in his heart.

Ke Chun held Yushou in his palm, pressed it to his chest, and burst into tears.

Lang Qiu's voice sounded slowly: "He threw it out before he died, and I found it in his house. Why did he leave this thing in the house? Who did he leave it for? I think you should have the answer in your heart." .”

Ke Chun cried earth-shatteringly while hugging the imperial guard.

After venting all his emotions, he put the shou in his jacket pocket, his eyes became clear and firm.

He apologized to Lang Qiu: "I'm sorry, I won't do this again. I, Ke Chun, will do what I say. I will never compromise, I will never give up, and I will never say discouraged words again."

Lang Qiu lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, and heard the sound of a stone falling to the ground in his heart.

They discussed with each other their plans for the future, and decided to close the door of the room and take a good rest this night.

After all this tossing, Ke Chun was already very tired, so he took off his clothes and prepared to go to bed and have a good sleep.

When shaking off his pants, he saw a small note falling out.

He took out the note and wrote a line on it:

"5 o'clock in the morning, West Corridor, let's talk about Lang Qiu."