After the black moonlight washed the white, all the crematoriums [Transmigration Book]

"I..." Lin Xingcheng finally made a weak voice...

Just when the act of "stimulation" is about to happen.

"I..." Lin Xingcheng finally made a weak voice, his lips twitched slightly, "Speak... Monitor."

Someone paused, and after getting the desired reaction, he braked the car in time.It still needs to be stimulated.

When Lin Xingcheng opened his eyes, he happened to see a blurry face hanging directly above him, which was very close, "...what are you doing?"

"...monitoring."

Lin Xingcheng: "...?"

Nonsense literature can be useful sometimes.

Someone returned to the original position calmly, and quickly changed the subject, "You finally spoke. Do you feel better now?"

"It's okay." Lin Xingcheng's voice was still a little weak.

The previous process of being stripped of consciousness was like a tug-of-war between him and a black hole in the void. At first he was very uncomfortable, so he felt dragged into the abyss again and again. After gradually adapting, with the voice of someone in his ear Constantly irritating his eardrums, he finally manages to control it so that his consciousness doesn't disappear completely - if it weren't for the S-level consciousness and the control and training of consciousness by driving the mecha all the year round, this would be absolutely impossible.

The feeling of falling stopped temporarily, but he still seemed to be floating in the air, which was not very comfortable.

"I don't know how long I can hold on," Lin Xingcheng tried to shake his head lightly, but it felt heavy, "It's a bit uncomfortable."

"Without the five senses, people will become helpless. Everyone is the same." The other party said, "So you will feel uncomfortable."

Lin Xingcheng nodded.

These things that are commonplace and extremely common, only when you lose them do you know how important they are.

When he went to the night market that day, he ate squid silk and deliberately told the system that he was hungry. An AI that has no sense of smell and taste can only be anxious.

As human beings, they have their own little happiness.

"The punishment time is still so long...how can we relieve it?" Lin Xingcheng frowned and asked, "Just talking doesn't seem to be enough."

Can't the two of you yell at each other for three hours?

Hearing is not enough, vision is hindered by glasses, and taste and smell have no other sources to stimulate.

Then there's just...the sense of touch.

After a second of silence, someone gave a soft "hmm" and glanced at him.

Lin Xingcheng's whole body was wrapped in a one-piece suit made of special materials, so that his hands and feet could not touch anything outside. The only thing exposed outside was his face.

... He himself also thought of this level, pursed his lips, and tentatively said: "...then can you do me a favor?"

"You said."

Lin Xingcheng: "I need a little...a sense of touch."

The other party quickly responded with "um", and then stopped talking, waiting for Lin Xingcheng to continue talking.

Lin Xingcheng felt his face was a little hot, so he held back for a while and said the nonsense again in a different way: "...so can I have a little sense of touch?"

"How do I get here?" He said concisely.

"..." Lin Xingcheng couldn't stand the feeling of his consciousness being pulled any longer. He blinked and said softly, "Touch."

Touch, touch.

Although there is no difference between the words that this kindergarten child knows and speaking Chinese directly, it can somewhat reduce the degree of his blush.

Just a little bit.

The other party did not speak.

Lin Xingcheng looked at the blurry figure in front of him, suppressing the faint desire in his heart, and waiting quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... why is it so slow.

Suddenly, there was a burst of warmth on his face, dry and warm to the touch, with a smell like soap, which made him instinctively let out a comfortable sigh.

The opponent's palm was large, and the ten fingers and the palm were slightly rough, as if left after many years of training. The traces of these years undoubtedly deepened the sense of touch.But because the other party didn't move, Lin Xingcheng couldn't help rubbing it lightly.

"Is the touch okay?"

The other party's voice came from the quiet air.

Lin Xingcheng was a little embarrassed, turned his face away a little, and said firmly: "Talk is better than nothing."

A certain person raised his eyebrows slightly, and sat down on the chair beside his bed, "You seem a bit reluctant, why not..."

"……do not."

In the end, Lin Xingcheng put all his face aside and compromised with his own instincts.He put his face against the opponent's hand, quietly feeling the magic of the sense of touch, and occasionally rubbed against the opponent's hand, but it didn't take long for him to feel comfortable, because the opponent didn't move at all.

He had no choice but to say politely: "...It seems a little tired like this."

"Ok?"

"Can you move a little bit?" He asked softly.

He didn't hear the other party's response, so he completely gave up his reserve and said: "You don't need to use too much force, just move it lightly. It seems a bit weird for me to move by myself. Let's rub it differently, okay..."

someone: "..."

People who don't know think this is some kind of tiger and wolf term.

The man sitting by the bed bent his lower lip, stretched out his hand, and scratched his nose suddenly, "Chinese is profound and profound, so don't say these words in the future."

The scent of soap came rushing in, Lin Xingcheng was taken aback for a moment, and just about to sniff again, the other party's hand had already been withdrawn.

This is the end of the move?

a second?

Lin Xingcheng suddenly felt uncomfortable because he gained and lost again, and his body couldn't stop shaking slightly, "The bastard just regretted it..."

However, in the next moment, the man turned on the bed and hugged him into his arms, "Don't regret it, change to a more durable method."

The man was lying on his side, with his arms around Lin Xingcheng's waist, and his cheek was pressed against his cheek, "I'm not a technician in a beauty salon, and I don't know how to do it well."

Rubbing the other person's face all the time feels a little disrespectful, and rubbing the face for three hours, he is afraid that it will damage the other person.

Lin Xingcheng's ears turned red suddenly, as if something was rushing upwards in his body, and a comfortable feeling soon permeated his whole body.

In addition to being able to feel the tactile sensation on his face, he also felt the pressure from the other party on his waist. The two-pronged approach made the feeling even more comfortable.

Moreover, the other party is very gentleman, and the fingers resting on his waist are also slightly curled up...a ​​very pure hug.

Because of the close distance, Lin Xingcheng could vaguely hear his heartbeat, which was strong and powerful, and his breath was in his ears, with an indescribably pleasant smell.

Warm and hot, brushing against his cheeks, Lin Xingcheng felt his blood surge up.

In order to ease the embarrassment, he said casually: "Why is the punishment of the main system in this way?"

When speaking, his mouth moved, and there was another rub against the other person's cheek.

"That's a good question for you."

The other party spoke and rubbed again.

...It really is a more "long-lasting and labor-saving" way.

Lin Xingcheng: "Is that the same punishment for others coming in the second time?"

The other party: "Others are more obedient than you, and they usually don't come in for the second time. I don't need me to come in and supervise myself."

A slightly deep voice rang right next to my ears, low but with a bit of gentleness...

Although he couldn't see the other party, Lin Xingcheng pursed his lips unnaturally, "Oh."

Isn't that why you let me in?

Thinking of this, Lin Xingcheng couldn't help asking: "Did you tell me something before, about this dream world, I seem to have heard 95% of what..."

"What happens in this world," the other party stated calmly and clearly, "is 95% the same as your real world."

Lin Xingcheng was taken aback.

"In other words, the blueprint of the novel in this world was originally written according to your real world."

Lin Xingcheng was completely shocked, "...why?"

Just as the man was about to answer, the alarm bell that disturbed the consciousness formed in his brain after long-term training suddenly sounded, "...Shh, the main system randomly checks my conversation."

Lin Xingcheng quickly understood that they couldn't continue talking.

Yuanmeng Company has a lot of employees, and a large number of conversations are generated every day. For the main system, it is a massive data flow, so it can only use spot checks to capture sensitive speeches, so as to supervise everyone.

Employees who enter the dream world to perform tasks must first be stripped of their original world memory. If the supervisor is caught by the main system and reveals the real world to him, they may all be punished, and it will be even more difficult to learn about other things in the future.

The other party suddenly said: "Lin Xingcheng, you have violated the employee code again."

Lin Xingcheng paused and realized almost instantly that he was acting.

You can't speak sensitive words, and you have to keep talking to make your cheeks vibrate, and continue to provide tactile sensation...

"Ah, so you want to praise me for being awesome? Comrade Overseer?"

"..."

""Regulations for Employees of Yuanmeng Company"," the other party began to read, "Chapter 1, the first section, mutual assistance is the ladder of human progress..."

Lin Xingcheng: "..."

The back is very familiar.

The man's face kept sticking to his face, rubbing his own lightly as he kept talking, Lin Xingcheng even felt a little relieved in this atmosphere...

Gradually, I don't know if the main system's punishment for driving the employees crazy has become lighter, or he has gradually adapted to this feeling, and fell asleep before he knew it.

After an unknown amount of time, he was called up.

After opening his eyes in a daze, he looked at the people around him, "...I fell asleep?"

"Ah."

"How long have I slept?"

"More than two hours."

"More than two hours???" Lin Xingcheng was stunned for a moment. Did the other party read the manual for him for so long?

The dull sense of touch due to sleep recovered, and Lin Xingcheng didn't realize until he finished speaking that the other person's face was still close to his own.

Now the mouth vibrates, and the warm touch of friction comes again.

There was a sudden strange silence in the air.

"...Then how long will my punishment last?"

"1 minutes."

"Only 1 minute left?"

What's the matter with feeling a little bit reluctant?

"It's 58 seconds now."

"Okay...you can go at last." Lin Xingcheng pursed his lips, trying to get up and stretch, but was suddenly held down.

"……what are you doing."

"You just left?"

"if not?"

"I've read the rules for so long." The man suddenly turned over, sat on his waist, and crossed his hands on his chest just like he did to himself when he first came in.

Then he stretched out his hand and stroked those lips that had crossed the river and demolished the bridge, "Charge some interest."