Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

stay up.

It's an addictive thing.

In a dark room, the only source of light is the screen, and the sound of light breathing mixed with the sound of typing on the keyboard is inexplicably hypnotic.

It was impossible for Fyodor not to stay up all night.It was something that was engraved into his DNA, as if he was born this kind of nocturnal creature, facing the machine alone in the middle of the night, tick-tock and not knowing what he was doing.

The same is true today.Especially when Mingliu didn't come back, Osamu Dazai was haunted by the ghost baby, and he stayed up all night even more recklessly.

Climbing into several hidden websites easily, Fyodor typed a string of codes, if Osamu Dazai can understand it here, he is building his own website.

Rats in the sewer like to make their nests in hidden and dark corners. What Fyodor has to do is to gather those little rats and make them his tools.

This matter is not difficult to say, he has the technology to build a platform.It's just that the equipment is really old, and it contains black technology that he doesn't understand, so it's a bit difficult to follow the technical flow.Moreover, Fyodor is only one person, and it will take a lot of energy and time to complete this matter, and only now has a preliminary framework been set up.

Even so, his speed is also very fast, after all, it has only been a few days since he crossed over.

The hands were ticking, and the justaway-style alarm clock reflected the dim light on the bedside table. Fyodor typed the last code, rubbed his wrist, and prepared to take a break.

"Zi"

Slight electrical noise.

Computer, blue screen.

Fyodor froze.

The face of the female ghost appeared faintly on the screen.She smiled sullenly, extremely proud: "Let you torment me... hum..."

"I'm going to make it impossible for you to use the computer at night!"

"Children should crawl to sleep for me!"

The female ghost laughed to herself for a while, and found that Fyodor lowered his head and did not speak, nor did he respond.She held the screen hesitantly, poking out a little bit to observe the situation.

"Hey you......"

Fyodor was trembling.The bitten messy fingertips trembled slightly, and the pupils of the eyes reflected the blue light of the computer, showing a subtle purple-red color, and the water was bright.

He...he finished typing the code...didn't save...

no...save...save...

The female ghost stared at it for a while, but couldn't say any mocking words, and ran away in despair.

She always felt that if she appeared for a while longer, she would be skinned and boned by the young man in front of her, dried and exposed to the sun.

......

Ming Liu squatted on a high place to blow the wind, his thin hair was blown up by the wind, scratching his face itchy, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and then wiped the stained blood onto his clothes casually.

There was a streak of blood on his face, which was particularly conspicuous on the cold white skin under the moonlight, like Shura who had stepped out of hell.

The person who hadn't fallen tremblingly picked up the knife, his fighting spirit had long since disappeared, and he was just holding on at this moment.

"I can't even hold a knife steadily. This is disrespect for fighting."

"You evil, devil..."

"Don't say that." At some point, Ming Liu appeared behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders, "Most of the time, I am on the side of justice."

There was a tooth-piercing sound of bones breaking, followed by a slow-paced scream.

Ming Liu thought it was too loud, so he simply chopped a knife and knocked him out.

"One, two, three..." Ming Liu counted carefully, "There are 23 people in total, and there are four of you, how about it, do you want to continue to resist?"

"If you surrender obediently, I can spare your lives."

He crossed his fingers and stretched, like a warm-up exercise for radio gymnastics, but blood was flowing meanderingly under his feet, and pools of blood accumulated one after another.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you move?"

The few remaining people hurriedly threw away the knives in their hands and knelt down softly.

So far, a small smuggling organization has perished.

——Of course, Mingliu didn't kill anyone, he did it from the good side.

It was just to carefully break all the enemies into comminuted fractures, at most they would end up paralyzed for life.

The Shinsengumi came a step behind.

"You guys are so slow." Mingliu took the towel that Yamazaki returned, wiped his face, and complained sincerely, "If I don't come again, I don't know what to do, and these people won't accompany me chat."

Several people on the ground trembled.

Terrible.Several people in the Shinsengumi thought so.

"Mingliu-kun is much lighter this time." Only Sougo was still chatting with him normally.

"Yes, yes, the last time I accidentally beat someone into paralysis for life, and also damaged some nervous system, which made the other person a fool. I couldn't ask for information, and I was criticized a lot." Ming Liu shared his experience, "This time I used a lot less force, and I definitely won't beat people into fools."

"But Mingliu-kun," Sougo pointed to the kneeling people on the ground, "you will scare them into fools."

"Really...then I'll knock everyone out next time."

Those people were frightened even more by you——

My legs are so weak that I can't stand up——

Toshiro Hijikata, who was handcuffing the living, complained fiercely in his heart.

"Stop talking." Ming Liu yawned, "Since you are all here, I can go home and rest without worry. Let's talk next time."

"Thank you, Mingliu-kun."

Ming Liu waved his hand and walked on the way home.

I don't know how Fei Jia and Dazai slept tonight.

The author has something to say: one day of car training, I am too tired, the writing is so short......

I sent out the article written in May last year...it is the second person, bg, cp Dazai.

It is the first derivative article written by Ben Gu, which has historical significance (?) But because it was too popular in the past, it was deleted within 72 hours after lof posted the article, with a total popularity of 2 (spread hands)

Yes, I can't write at all without comments and traffic.

It's not bad to change it to Jinjiangwen now, it will be a dream come true.

"After wearing a vest, the heroine and Dazai he"

You are an ordinary passerby.

You crossed.

This is a world where literary giants fight with different abilities.

And you.

The system can't come out after endless calls, and the supernatural ability has never existed, the physical fitness can run up to [-], and the IQ is not enough to pass the university.

Most deadly,

you!No!meeting!day!language!

Fortunately, the place where you fell is close to Butan, and Butan is a good guy, so you can easily hug your thigh to survive.

Just, why, you who should have a blank record, have so many criminal records?

Mafia part-time job record?Black organization work record?What does this have to do with conjurers!The worldview is incompatible, right?

You swallow.

"When did I ever do something like this—"