Survival Paradox [Infinite]

The human head drew a beautiful arc in the air, hit the "old curator" and passed through.

In fact, even if Wei Chi didn't smash it, the movement on his side is really not small, all the gods are scattered, can the movement be small?This head just rolled a little farther, maybe it can deceive the ghost that it wasn't who threw it, but the problem left over from last night?

Wei Chi just wanted to attract the attention of the "old curator", and he didn't really want to die.

The "old curator" stopped in his tracks, stood still for a few seconds, and turned around slowly.

"He" turned around very slowly, like a slow-moving movie film, and it was a close-up zoomed-in picture, as if bewitched, Wei Chi stared at him without blinking, and could even see "him" clearly Faces revealed inch by inch—first, the big earlobes that look like a Buddha, the slightly square mandible, the high cheekbones, the corners of the eyes, the narrow bridge of the nose, and a mole on the side of the bridge of the nose...

However, in the next second, the slow motion changed to fast motion, and "he" turned around in an instant, the whole person turned upright, his whole body was stretched straight, his shoulders were slightly slumped, and he was standing there upright, looking precisely at Wei Chi.

In fact, the distance between them is more than 30 meters, and they are in a dimly lit room. Wei Chi is still hiding behind layers of bookshelves with only half of his face exposed, but the sight of the "old curator" is caught in the blink of an eye. The moment they stared at each other even caused a short and sharp pain in Wei Chi's mind like a needle prick.

This burst of pain interrupted the feeling of being bewitched just now, Wei Chi woke up, and immediately complained incessantly, he shouldn't look at "him", he clearly planned to lure that ghost over, and hide himself in the pile of corpses If you die, maybe you can escape unharmed.

It's all over now.

The ghost had seen him.

He stood up and was about to start running, but he didn't expect that the ghost didn't chase people with its feet.

The "old curator" took a step forward, stepped into the ground, and emerged directly from the ground in front of Wei Chi, with his back to him, the edge of the blue circle of light was less than ten centimeters away from his toes.

Then the old trick was repeated—Wei Chi felt that he was bewitched again, his eyes couldn't move away from the thin back of that thing, and his body couldn't move even half a cent, he could only watch helplessly as "he" turned around again inch by inch ...

big earlobes.

lower jaw.

cheekbones.

corner of the eye.

bridge of the nose.

that mole...

Wei Chi once again felt the terror of being overwhelmed, as if looking at the blue-faced Zhou Yingchun and slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

"He" turned around——

Wei Chi only felt a strong force throwing himself to the side.

Darkness enveloped everything.

For a moment, Wei Chi felt that he had lost all five senses, as if he had come to a vacuum world where everything was black.

This kind of black is not only black in the visual sense, but probably includes all meanings—the five senses, time, and space.It is a kind of "emptiness" in a complete sense, as if everything does not exist, maybe "Wei Chi" does not exist, like when the world has not yet been born, like when I am still in the mother's womb.

After a long time, the senses began to return. Wei Chi first felt the hand covering his mouth and nose, and then the arm strangling his waist. After a while, he realized that it was Ji Jingzhe who was holding him. He smelled Ji Jingzhe the taste of.

The darkness was no longer the darkness he had just felt, and there was a glimmer of light in the corner of his vision.

He heard heartbeats, both his own and Ji Jingzhe's, the two heartbeats intertwined in a chaotic manner, indicating that life still exists.

Ji Jingzhe found a black cloth from nowhere, and wrapped the two of them under it. Wei Chi gently lifted up the shiny corner of the black cloth, and he could see the feet of the "old curator".

Startled, he moved subconsciously, and was hugged even tighter by Ji Jingzhe.

What was shining was the magnificent pile of corpses at the back door, with a blue flame burning on it, and the straight line distance from Wei Chi and the others was less than five meters away, but Wei Chi could not feel the heat of the flame, and the books were not ignited.

The "old curator" didn't notice them, and pushed the cart around here for a while, then left.

The sound of pushing the cart wheels gradually faded away, and this time he did not escape.

Wei Chi felt that his chest was aching from the violent heartbeat, and his muscles collapsed like stones. He couldn't move for a while, so he really didn't move. He let himself lie on his side, with his back pressed against Ji Jingzhe's body. chest.

"Fuck." After his heartbeat gradually returned to normal frequency, he whispered, "I was scared to death."

Ji Jingzhe also answered him in a low voice: "Fuck, I'm not yet."

The two of them lay like this for a while, Wei Chi felt better and was ready to get up.

"Don't move!" Ji Jingzhe pressed him into his arms more fiercely, and said, "Don't move! Just in case, don't make any noise on the floor, don't make any noise, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Wei Chi really didn't dare to move anymore, after thinking about it, Tang Muhua probably stopped cooking, Fang Qingdi didn't know what to do: "Old Fang..."

Ji Jingzhe: "I just told him, let him lie there and sleep."

Wei Chi thought about it again, relaxed, and decided not to think about it: "I hope he doesn't snore."

Ji Jingzhe smiled lightly.

Wei Chi couldn't hold it back, and lifted the black cloth to take a look outside again, only to see a pile of corpses at the back door that were already in disarray and had been burned again, and the person was not good again.

Ji Jingzhe's hand stretched out from behind to cover up the little gap, and at the same time, the arm that was pressed by him was raised and scooped up, turning him over and turning him into a face-to-face position, he lay down slightly At one point, the tip of the nose just touched Ji Jingzhe's Adam's apple.

Dark and quiet.

Wei Chi heard her heartbeat again.Ji Jingzhe's, and his own.

It was obviously still as dark as before, the postures of the two of them hadn't changed much, and the heartbeat speed was the same as before...but there was something different.

Wei Chi felt a hot current flowing from his rapidly beating heart room, slowly submerging his internal organs, leaving a tingling itch.

This feeling is strange and familiar, and it is so strange that it was more than 800 days and nights ago—that was almost a matter of the previous life.It was as familiar as if an old friend was reunited, because the only experience was too unforgettable.

That was five years ago, in the third year of high school, in winter.

He had just received a letter of recommendation to the University of Science and Technology, and Ji Jingzhe scored 31 in English.

After dinner, he went next door to find Ji Jingzhe. Although that guy was pretending, he still easily discovered the sabotage that Ji Jingzhe had just done through the clues.

He felt like laughing: "What are you losing your temper?"

Ji Jingzhe: "No."

He even wanted to laugh: "The snot is still hanging, and he said no."

Ji Jingzhe wiped his nose, knew he was being cheated, and came to arrest him aggressively: "You lied to me again!"

He got up to run, but was caught by Ji Jingzhe, fought for a while, and was caught by Ji Jingzhe and pressed to the bed.The two laughed together, Ji Jingzhe laughed so hard that he couldn't hold himself back, he rolled to the side, lay side by side with him, and continued to laugh.

After laughing, there was a silent ending, and after a while, he asked, "Why are you losing your temper?"

Ji Jingzhe still said: "I don't."

"Then let me ask again." He paused, "Why are you sad?"

Ji Jingzhe didn't speak.

"Because you didn't pass the exam?"

Ji Jingzhe still didn't speak.

"It's fine if you don't pass the exam. I didn't expect you to fight against Qingbei." He turned his head and looked at Ji Jingzhe's young face—this is the boy who grew up with him. He lost his parents when he was 15 years old. A cruel fate, but it has not been rewritten because of it. He is still kind, upright, carefree, and happy. Although his academic performance is a headache, he is a boy that everyone will love. Now he is taller than him... He suddenly gave birth to Feeling a feeling of "my family has a child who is just growing up", he said in relief, "you didn't care about these before. It's okay, just be happy."

Ji Jingzhe didn't look at him, but still looked at the lamp above his head.Did not speak.

He also turned his face and looked at the lights on the ceiling.

It was a simple round chandelier with orange light and moth corpses deposited inside the translucent lampshade.He suddenly felt sad for those little bugs, imagining their thoughts at the moment when they rushed towards the light.

"Brother." Ji Jingzhe finally spoke, his voice was low and mellow, it was a voice that made him slightly startled, surprised that this boy had grown up so big beside him, "Are we going to separate?"

He didn't think about it.

It should be said that this problem has not been faced squarely.

They are in their third year of high school and are about to embark on a new stage of life, and he has just received a notice from the Capital University of Science and Technology.

This is not a difficult choice for him. He has always had little desire/desire, and he has no obsession with the so-called "success and fame". Zhou Yingchun and Wei Renjie have no other demands on him. If Ji Jingzhe doesn't want him If he leaves, he can also stay, and their Sanqing University is not bad.

He said, "No, I won't go."

"No." Ji Jingzhe knocked on his stomach, caught off guard, and bounced from the knock, "You are not allowed to go to a school that is worse than Kobe."

He laughed: "It's not just Qingbei?"

Ji Jingzhe said: "Then Qingbei."

He tugged Ji Jingzhe's ear: "Then you stopped losing your temper?"

Ji Jingzhe: "I didn't!"

He smiled: "Okay, okay, okay."

There was another few minutes of silence.

"Brother." Ji Jingzhe suddenly yelled, half of his ears went numb.

He turned his face to look at him.

"I don't want you to stay here for me." Ji Jingzhe half-closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow in the eye sockets, his voice was hoarse, like talking in a dream, "But I can't catch up with you."

He just stared at Ji Jingzhe's profile, and at a certain moment, his face burned up, and at the same time he heard his own heart beating like a drum.

It was the first time, and the only time, that he noticed his turbulent mind, and felt that all internal organs were submerged by a warm water flow, and his heart was like a sinking bell buried at the bottom of a lake. Diluted, turned into some illusory vibrations—but the entire water area was shaking.

He began to rationally face up to the relationship with the boy beside him, and he wanted to understand the origin of that feeling. He began to think about the future, life, and happiness.

But before he figured it out—before spring—Ji Jingzhe disappeared.

Five years later, five years after Ji Jingzhe disappeared out of thin air and gave him a blow, in a horror library that does not belong to this world, on the cold floor, surrounded by the smell of corpses, blood and burnt, this feeling Unexpectedly, the ghost made a comeback again, burning a prairie fire in his body.

He felt flustered, and also felt an unknown danger, so he had nothing to say: "Where did you find this black cloak?"

"What black cloak? This is a plastic motorcycle cover." Ji Jingzhe said, "In the corner where I'm standing, there's a small box under the table, maybe the staff put it there privately."

When Wei Chi arranged Ji Jingzhe there, of course he had observed every aspect of the place, and he didn't remember seeing any small boxes.

Ji Jingzhe suddenly said: "Wei Chi, I want to kiss you."

Wei Chi's heart stopped beating, there was a moment of silence, and then he was released.

Can that line be crossed?

Maybe he should scold Ji Jingzhe for being crazy like he usually does, saying that you are more serious, there are corpses outside.

But he finally said nothing and pretended to be asleep.

Not long after, he felt Ji Jingzhe bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair.

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