chilling

"So, something bad happened, right?" Xie Jiangyue sat under the window sill, looking up at Yu Qiuliang slightly.After the strange man showed Yu Qiuliang a few pieces of paper, he sent the two of them to another small dark room, but this time the treatment was obviously better than the last time, at least this room was really liveable , not a warehouse.

In the eyes of Qiu Liang, there is not much difference between the warehouse and the warehouse. He would rather sleep in the warehouse.Living in a spacious house, he always feels uneasy. Some people are afraid of a claustrophobic environment, but Yu Qiuliang is afraid of an open environment. An area that is too open will remind him of bad things.

Silence, silence, endless silence.Yu Qiuliang felt dizzy for a while, and he felt that he might have a fever again.

He walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and was about to lie down on the bed when the door was suddenly opened.The woman covered in black gauze stood outside the door, staring straight at Qiuliang with a pair of indifferent eyes, like a cold poisonous snake.Yu Qiuliang grabbed the quilt tightly and looked at the woman. After a long time, the woman said: "The master is looking for you and has something to talk about."

"Doesn't he have long legs? Let him do it himself." Yu Qiuliang choked unceremoniously, he is now smashing and smashing, if he can be crazy, he will be crazy.When he was in the worst mood, he didn't have the mind to consider the cause and effect, and he didn't have the mind to think carefully. He just wanted to vent all his negative emotions as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

What if he was so rude and caused danger?Xie Jiangyue glanced at him as if complaining, and was about to open her mouth to say something when she suddenly saw the masked woman turn around and leave.The woman didn't close the door when she left, and the door was just wide open. The other party seemed to be sure that they would not escape or could not escape, and did not even think about taking precautions.

The door was open, and Yu Qiuliang didn't bother to move.He lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a day of tossing, he was really sleepy and tired.Xie Jiangyue sat under the window sill and looked at him, her expression was gloomy, most of her face was covered by the shadow cast by the big tree outside the window.

Lying on the bed, Yu Qiuliang squinted for a short while, during the time he passed out, he had an endless dream.

He seemed to see the faces of Yu Xiasheng and Lu Huaiming shaking in front of his eyes, Yu Xiasheng was holding a set of math exercises in his hand, and Lu Huaiming was holding a college entrance examination registration booklet in his hand.The scene was so absurd that it was immediately recognizable as a dream, but the dream had a tinge of reality mixed with falsehood, and no matter how unreasonable, the emotions invested by the dreamer were real.

A wave of resentment was condensed in his chest, which was difficult to resolve and dissipate.Yu Qiuliang woke up suddenly, grabbed the collar of the man beside the bed, and squeezed it into folds.The man's shirt was probably expensive, and when he realized that Yu Qiuliang had wrinkled his collar, the expression on his face was brilliant.The face-changing master of Sichuan opera may not necessarily be able to change multiple faces in a short period of time like him, and the colors are different.

Created unhappiness for the enemy, Yu Qiuliang felt happy.He is a bad boy, and he has no compassion for his enemies. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with this style of behavior. An enemy is an enemy, and to keep compassion for an enemy is to be cruel to oneself.He smiled with great relief, let go of the man's collar and leaned back, fell back on the bed, pulled the quilt up, and covered his head and face.The man's voice came through a thick quilt, but Yu Qiuliang didn't want to hear a word, so he raised his leg and gave the chattering guy a kick.

The room was quiet in an instant, Yu Qiuliang yawned, wrapped himself up, and fell asleep comfortably.He is a bad boy, not a gentleman, he just sleeps by himself and doesn't care about where Xie Jiangyue rests.

Yu Qiuliang slept comfortably this time, no one came to disturb him, and the alarm clock on his mobile phone did not ring, because his mobile phone was not by his side at all.The mysterious kidnapper took away Yu Qiuliang's mobile phone. He wondered if this person would remember to charge his mobile phone.

The kidnapper must have another purpose for accommodating him in this way. He definitely has other values ​​with the kidnapper.Yu Qiuliang washed his eyes with his eyes closed, relying on his senses, he didn't want to open his eyes, he wanted to fall on the bed and sleep to death.When he wanted to avoid certain things, he felt extremely sleepy. In fact, this kind of situation hadn't happened for a long time, but it suddenly appeared again today.What a pity, one crop after another, like leeks, one crop this year, another crop next year, as long as the seeds are still there, they will never be harvested.

This psycho's house is quite big, he is really rich, unlike Yu Xiasheng, a pauper who eats and drinks other people's house and lives in other people's house without giving money.

Thinking of Yu Xiasheng, Yu Qiuliang felt angry. He knew where the anger came from, but he didn't know how to vent it.He finally opened his eyes and stared straight at the self in the mirror. Then, he raised the porcelain cup in his right hand and smashed the mirror in front of him.

The moment the mirror shattered with a "snap", Yu Qiuliang felt refreshed from the inside out.Destroy the old things to make him look brand new, and he has to throw away more old and pedantic things.

Damn it, let Yu Xiasheng play on his own!Yu Qiuliang thought.The immortal Yu Xiasheng is a representative of the old China, while Yu Qiuliang is a good boy in the new China. The new China and the old China are two completely different societies, and people living in the two completely different societies. Of course, his thoughts and styles are completely different.Seeking common ground while reserving differences does not exist between them. Seeking goddamn commonality and reserving goddamn differences, if Yu Xiasheng doesn't follow him, Yu Xiasheng is an astonishing idiot.

Yu Qiuliang has not yet realized that he has fallen into subjective idealism. He watched the mirror shatter in front of him, and then picked up the white porcelain cup with a layer of skin knocked off from the ground.The shape of this porcelain cup is simple and pretty, but Yu Qiuliang thinks that all primitive things are representatives of the old society, and they should all be smashed and knocked down.With this thought in mind, Yu Qiuliang threw the porcelain cup out, this time without the buffer of the mirror, the porcelain cup hit the wall directly, it fell apart in the blink of an eye, and died on the spot.

He made such a big commotion that he finally attracted the masked woman guarding the door.She knocked on the door, and said hoarsely to Qiu Liang: "Don't smash it again."

Her voice was so weird that Yu Qiuliang felt uncomfortable after hearing it.Yu Qiuliang scratched her neck and didn't look at her. Since she obeyed the kidnapper, she must not be a good person, they are just a nest of snakes and rats.

However, there was really nothing to smash in the room, so Yu Qiuliang couldn't find a second cup, so he went back to bed to sleep.The woman didn't talk to him anymore, her responsibility was probably just a guard, she was not responsible for chatting with Yu Qiuliang.The only one who has the patience to talk to Yu Qiuliang is her strange master, and Yu Qiuliang thinks that her master is missing a string in his head, so he talks to others all day long.

Xie Jiangyue was not in the house, maybe he was taken away by the leader of the cult first, or he rebelled halfway. If he couldn't beat the cult, he took the initiative to join the cult, and he and the neuropathy went together to act as demons everywhere.Yu Qiuliang was too busy to take care of herself and didn't want to care about her at all. She did whatever she liked, and it was enough not to waste herself too much and kill herself.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window glass from the outside, Yu Qiuliang raised his head vigilantly, and saw a masked woman holding a cuboid object in her hand.Ashamed to say, Yu Qiuliang has done a lot of bad things. Whenever he sees a cuboid object, he always feels that others are going to hit him with a brick.Seeing him standing still, the masked woman became a little impatient, so she pushed open the window with one hand and threw the cuboid thing in.

"Damn!" Yu Qiuliang yelled and jumped up from the bed.He thought that the other party threw in a bundle of explosives, intending to kill him, but when he took a closer look, it was not a bundle of explosives at all, but his mobile phone.

Mobile phones are very important to modern people. Yu Qiuliang didn't play with his mobile phone last night. When he saw it at this moment, he was very excited.The woman threw the phone in and did not leave immediately, but stood at the window to observe Yu Qiuliang's movements.Yu Qiuliang glanced back at her, ignored her, and swiped his phone by himself, replying to those messages, lest others would think he was dead if he didn't reply for a long time.

Some of the messages were answered by Mr. Kidnapper when he took away his mobile phone last night.Mr. Kidnapper was quite polite, he didn't talk nonsense on his social account, and he always used emoticons when replying to other people's messages.Yu Qiuliang checked it again, but found nothing unusual. He was not sure if this person knew Yu Xiasheng's mobile phone number. He was not afraid of anything else, but he was afraid that this guy would use his mobile phone to send Yu Xiasheng a message.

As soon as he clicked on the text message interface, Yu Qiuliang's movements stopped. It is probably useless for him to go to the text message box now, and he will definitely not let him know whether the other party has sent a message or not.After thinking this through, he turned off his phone again, and lay on his side on the bed, boredly observing the pattern of the quilt cover.He always felt that he had forgotten something, as if he had overlooked an important detail.

"Buzzing buzzing—" the phone suddenly vibrated crazily, Yu Qiuliang picked it up irritably, then turned on the screen, and saw Yu Xiasheng's messages being sent to his phone one after another.The strange thing is that these messages were not sent at the same time. Yu Qiuliang browsed through them, and not only saw the messages from this morning, but also saw the messages from yesterday afternoon.

Maybe it was because of sleeping for too long, Yu Qiuliang's brain suddenly became dizzy, and he almost fell on the bed.The phone slipped out and knocked against the corner of the wall. Yu Qiuliang resisted the dizziness, walked over to pick it up while holding on to the wall, and saw that a corner of the phone screen was cracked.Fortunately, the outer film was broken instead of the inner screen. If the inner screen was broken, it would be really troublesome to replace it. He didn't have the time to change it, and he didn't have the spare money.

Yu Xiasheng sent a lot of messages, nothing more than asking him where he had been and if he was with his classmates. Yu Qiuliang felt more uncomfortable and heartbroken the more he watched.He couldn't figure out why Yu Xiasheng didn't come to him. Could it be that this idiot didn't realize that the child in the family was lost?

so fucking...

Yu Qiuliang pressed the call button viciously, but to his surprise, Yu Xiasheng answered in seconds.

"Where are you? Don't go home at night, wait until you come back and see how I deal with you." Yu Xiasheng's tone seemed to be that of Yu Qiuliang's own father. He took it as his duty to teach the child a lesson, and he didn't deal with the child submissively. , his surname is not Yu.Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes, thousands of words stuck in his throat, and he didn't say anything for a while.

"Hey? What are you doing? Are you dumb?" Yu Xiasheng didn't notice his abnormality, just hearing this tone, Yu Qiuliang didn't think this guy was so nervous.

"Shut up!" Yu Qiuliang couldn't hold back, and yelled at Yu Xiasheng, "Did you fucking feed the cat! The cat is meowing! Did you hear that!"