The world doesn't fit me

"People like you should be kept away."

In fact, as long as you pay more attention to observation, you can find that the grid drawn on the blueprint is exactly the same as the structure of the room upstairs.

Before Lu Chen discovered the small space outside the window, he couldn't understand the bulge on the left, but combined with the handle in the cabinet, he realized it in a moment.

The creases left by people on the drawings are completely useless. From the dilapidated state of the drawings, it is not difficult to see that this interference caused many players to find the wrong direction, so that they could not move forward.

Lu Chen arranged the drawing in the same direction as the room, and tried to push the handle counterclockwise from the window to the center. If it didn't work the first time, switch to clockwise.

Sure enough, after the second attempt, the leather book fell from the top of the cabinet and fell on the back of Lu Chen's hand.

He didn't have any preparations in mind, the corner of the notebook just hit the wrist bone, so startled that he subconsciously withdrew his hands and shook it twice.

Lu Chen took out the brown leather diary and shook it in front of Fu Yanchuan twice.

At that moment, the 28-year-old Fu Yanchuan couldn't help but see him laughing with the fluffy vigor of a young man, shining brightly, proudly and flamboyantly.

It's like dreaming back to high school, the boy in my memory made every three-point shot, and turned around smiling and begging for praise.

The person in front of me is really complicated. I don't know what kind of personality he is, and it feels very changeable.But Fu Yanchuan suddenly seemed to know how to describe him.

When encountering sad things, I will circle myself alone, without asking others to intervene or pity.

Not serious all the time, but never really nervous.Sensitive and fragile, yet pretending to be strong.

It's sloppy, thick-skinned, childish, gluttonous and sleepy, and foolish.

It's the shyness in the face of love? It's the inborn kindness towards others, it's the carelessness and unrestrainedness that seems to do everything, it's the long-term carelessness and occasional depression in secret, it's the ability to drink and finally get drunk and wail cry.

She looks the least burdened, but hides a lot of things in her heart.

The future is bleak, but relying on a single courage to climb up to the clouds in the anchor career alone...

He is a teenager who is seventeen or eighteen years old.

It turned out that the youth that Lu Chen chose to take away in one stroke was not all because it was difficult to mention.

Or it didn't become a memory at all, he was living his seventeen or eighteen years from beginning to end.

He never parted ways with his younger self.

Fu Yanchuan couldn't hold back and slapped Lu Chen on the head.

"How did you know that?" he asked.

"It may be that the sensitivity to geometry has not completely disappeared."

Lu Chen easily raised his leg and stepped in from the outside.Fu Yanchuan was afraid that he would not stand still and fall, so he stretched out his hand to help him.

The diary was spread out on the bed, and Lu Chen was flipping through it on his knees, while a half circle of people stood behind him, casting a thick shadow on the diary.

Seeing the furry head in front of him, Fu Yanchuan couldn't help but move a little closer.

The environment was already dim, and the people behind him blocked the light with their bodies, so it took a lot of effort for Lu Chen to see the content clearly——

——September 8——

On the first day when I was protected in the room by my uncle, he said that someone outside the door would hurt me and I must not go out.I want to thank uncle.

——September 8——

It's strange, there seems to be something wrong with the mirror in the room, and a few words came out when I laughed.

——September 8——

Uncle likes astronomy very much.

What does he mean when he said that I made his Mr. Venus?

——September 8——

There seems to be someone in the mirror.

——September 8——

I'm locked up.

Like the criminals on TV, did I do something wrong?

——September 8——

My left hand was also blocked, and it was so difficult to write.

I saw my uncle in the mirror, and he was smiling at me.

——September 8——

Uncle has been touching me today, I'm so scared.

I got a call from Bad Mom and she was crying so hard.She said that uncle is a bad person, how could it be?Uncle was still smiling at me in the mirror just now.

——September 9——

I said I wanted to go out, but my uncle beat me up and didn't allow me to watch.

My ass is bleeding and it hurts...I really want to get out.

——September 9——

I found the blueprint!

I can go out now!

The diary came to an abrupt end here, and the boy's handwriting was crooked, with a few pinyin interspersed. After reading it, everyone fell into a heavy mood, and they were not in a good mood.

When Wei Chengchao passed it on to the next person, he couldn't help but sneer: "What a fucking scum." He didn't suppress his anger, and threw it directly at Cheng Yixiao's chest.

Cheng Yixiao didn't say anything, just settled down in embarrassment, and started to read.

He Zhen seemed to be rational all the time. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and reminded him aloud: "Hurry up, there are 15 minutes left."

"Mirror..." Lu Chen began to trace his outline in the mirror, recalling the contents recorded in the diary.

Are you laughing?But laughing for no reason always feels a little silly.

"I should find someone to laugh at." Cheng Yixiao said to the point.

But who to look for?Several people made eye contact, and at the same time turned their gazes to Lu Chen in front of the mirror.

Lu Chen rolled his eyes slightly, and saw the remaining five people looking at him in the mirror: "..."

He Xiaozhen with an expressionless face, Fu Yanchuan is icy and cold, the male god Cheng Yixiao, a shy young boy, Wei Chengchao with a lazy heart.

Lu Chen was really convinced, and smiled resignedly, but it was not a smile.

It was probably because there was some sensory system on the mirror. After he smiled for a while, a few words appeared. There was a large space in the middle of the words, as if he wanted to fill in something.

"What time and time in 2018..." Lu Chen read it out, feeling at a loss.

Fu Yanchuan immediately came to his senses, took the inkless oil-based pen he got before and wrote on it: "September 9 at 2:19."

"Not far from the upper right of something, there is a light blue bright star, this is what."

"Venus, Spica." His beautiful and powerful handwriting was also reflected in the mirror, and the sharp pen was as resolute as his own temperament without any warmth.

But temperament is temperament after all, when Lu Chen didn't step on his heel and almost fell, Fu Yanchuan immediately stretched out his hand to protect him.

The confusion brought about by his appearance made his first impression indifferent. Even Lu Chen was worried that this person would be difficult to get along with before.

Facts have proved that it is true that you can't judge a person based on your first impression, and you can only make a conclusion after contact.

After all, Lu Chen really felt that it would be very difficult for him to meet another person as good as his baby roommate.

Lu Chen: "The two get together only..."

Fu Yanchuan: "Once."

"You remember it so clearly?"

"Yeah." He went on to say, "There are more below."

"Why are there so many black spots? Is this going to be connected?"

"Well, even Spica."

Lu Chen was taken aback for a moment, and then said in surprise: "How the hell are you connected?"

In front of him were scattered black dots of different sizes, which made him feel tired just looking at them, let alone connecting lines with pens.You don't specialize in astronomy, so how could you connect?

Then Fu Yanchuan started to write.

"Damn it." Lu Chen looked at the connected wires on the mirror and was completely speechless, "Are you really a dentist and a dubber?"

"Yeah." He put away the pen after finishing speaking.

"Yan Chuan was very interested in astronomy before high school." Wei Chengchao seemed to see Lu Chen's disbelief, and explained in person, "Every geography exam is in the top three of the grade."

Fu Yanchuan thought it was funny: "It's a good thing you still remember the bad things about the freshman year of high school."

A figure appeared on the mirror, which became clear after a few seconds, and Lu Chen held back a "grass" sound.

The man opposite him was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, dressed like a gentleman, but the fat on his face was drooping, and his beer belly looked like he was about to unbutton his shirt. It was so greasy that it made people sick.

He had a smile on his face, an extremely wretched smile, and his reflective oily face made him even uglier.

The 16-year-old boy buried his head in Wei Chengchao's arms after just one glance.

That's what the boy said uncle.

Everyone was disgusted, and even Lu Chen took two or three steps away from the mirror.

After a while, his figure disappeared, replaced by a blood-red palm print, and several streams of blood flowed down the mirror, even with a faint smell of blood in order to show the truth.

With small palms, it's easy to see who it belongs to.

The blood marks were too realistic, Lu Chen's pupils suddenly dilated, he covered his mouth and stepped back, his shoulder hit the chest of the person behind him.

Fu Yanchuan sensed Lu Chen's discomfort and hugged him to his side.

Lu Chen's forehead was buried in Fu Yanchuan's neck, and he was breathing heavily. He covered his mouth and gasped for air, and there was a surge in his stomach, and he tried his best to suppress the desire to vomit.

He Zhen was a little frightened: "What happened to him?"

Fu Yanchuan replied softly: "Severe hemophobia."

Maybe Lu Chen's reaction was too big, Cheng Yixiao was stunned, and murmured: "Really..."

Wei Chengchao was still comforting the frightened boy, when he heard it, he turned his head and asked him, "What?"

Cheng Yixiao spread out a gentle and warm smile again: "I'm sorry, it's nothing."

Hearing this, Wei Chengchao took a deep look at him, caught the other's smile, but didn't say a word.

Fu Yanchuan helped Lu Chenfu back down, without urging him, and stood quietly to rely on.

After the burst of strength subsided, he obviously felt better, his panting began to be weak, and then gradually returned to calm.

It took less than a minute before and after, but Lu Chen felt uncomfortable for half a century. The soreness of the stomach being pulled was so clear, it seemed that all consciousness had been lost, leaving only indescribable pain.

After doing a good job in his own psychological construction, he was completely relieved.But the simulated bloody smell could not go away, and he had to pinch his nose.

Lu Chen raised his head and coughed twice, and smiled apologetically to cover up his gaffe: "I'm sorry, I have been with me for many years. Go ahead, you don't need to worry about me."

After he finished speaking, he thanked Fu Yanchuan in a low voice.

After rectifying, the boy's heart-piercing voice came over the radio: "Let me out! I want to get out!"

While talking, there was a banging sound on the door, which was muffled and heavy.Fu Yanchuan reacted immediately when the loop played for the second time, put his hand on the bloody handprint and knocked on the door following the rhythm of the radio.

After a regular knock on the door, the mirror shattered, and lines like meridians began to spread, and the real image was displayed.Then, the metal lock turns and the mirror opens like a door.

There is also a long corridor behind the mirror.

Lu Chen walked in the front.

Half of the corridor was immersed in darkness, the lights were dim and weak, and flickered from time to time like a bad connection.

Dust danced under the lamp, and the damp smell was strong, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

There were nine hanging tags hanging on the wall, just in case, Lu Chen took them all off and hung them on a rope with one finger.

After walking a few steps, they saw the black curtain.Lu Chen opened it with his hands, and a skeleton suddenly appeared in front of him. The skeleton was short and the skeleton was very narrow.

Although it wasn't scary, everyone wasn't ready yet, so they were more or less touched.

"Did the boy...didn't escape in the end?" Lu Chen asked.

Fu Yanchuan: "Yes."

Although I don't want to admit it, the skeleton is already here.

"I don't like the ending very much."

"Me too."

They walked through the skeleton and saw four square grooves in front of the door, just enough to fit the hangtag.

Lu Chen stared at the nine hanging tags with numbers in his hand, and was slightly stunned.

Choose four out of nine, and the order has to be correct, how the hell do you solve this?

"26, 28." Fu Yanchuan reminded.

"Huh? Oh." Lu Chen quickly found out these two numbers and put them in the first and second spaces.

Wei Chengchao added: "30, 31."

Lu Chen froze, and asked suspiciously, "How do you know?"

He felt confused, how did this person find out the pattern?It can't be nonsense.

Wei Chengchao found it very amused by the obvious doubts on the aspect. How could you not doubt what Xindao said?

"Diary." Time is running out, who knows if there will be any new rooms after this, Fu Yanchuan said concisely, and reminded him to put the tag with his eyes.

Lu Chen paused, feeling that his roommate was intentionally or unintentionally standing over to the side of that surnamed Wei. For some reason, that feeling of discomfort and irritability became stronger.

He settled down and told himself that he should not be so possessive of his friends, and roommates also have their own life circle.

Lu Chen took a deep breath, and placed the remaining two hanging tags with his hands.

The last door opened, and the sunlight rushed out unscrupulously through the gap, plating the whole door with gold, just showing a special effect of finally reaching the fairy gate after all the hard work.

Having been together in a dark environment for a long time, they still couldn't stand the brightness outside the door, and both eyes felt a little stinging, and they walked out slowly only after they had completely calmed down.

The air outside the door looks so fresh after the contrast.

Before leaving, Wei Chengchao walked up to Fu Yanchuan, and whispered with a smile on his face, "Just a reminder, stay away from that person."

He tapped Cheng Yixiao's position slightly with his chin.

Sure enough, this person who had been friends with him for more than ten years had the same idea as him.

"Why?" Fu Yanchuan wanted to know the basis of Wei Chengchao.

He had always felt that Cheng Yixiao was not right, but he couldn't explain why.

"Let me give you an example." He put his left hand in his pocket and stared blankly at the ground: "That Lu who is with you..."

"Lu Chen." Fu Yanchuan reminded kindly.

"All right, all right, Lu Chen." He waved his hand impatiently and continued: "He discovered the possibility of a plot at the very beginning. No one would accept that plot, but he insisted on it directly. Not at all. What you do is make people feel psychologically abnormal."

Wei Chengchao added: "Maybe I'm too sensitive, but I always feel that he has something hidden in his heart, and it's best not to get in touch."

When he spoke, he smiled in such an inappropriate manner that it was easy to feel that he was bluffing.

But Fu Yanchuan believed it.He nodded: "Thank you."

Wei Chengchao sneered: "Don't think that I'm forgiving you."

When he looked at Fu Yanchuan with some disdain, he tilted his head and whispered in his ear: "People like you should be kept away."

Fu Yanchuan didn't refute, and it still made people feel as cold as ice.

When the ice surface broke, he smiled lightly, more like asking you to do what you want.