I am a model criminal in the infinite labor reform [Infinite]

When Shicheng woke up in the morning, Fu Yu'an was still sleeping beside him unconscious.

The lower half of the man's face was covered by the quilt. He lifted the quilt and found that his left hand was being grabbed and almost deformed.

Time City: "..."

Out of sight and out of mind, he resolutely put down the quilt, not to look at that wretched hand.

It's past six o'clock in the morning, and it's still a while before breakfast is served.

He leaned against the head of the bed, fiddling with the display screen someone gave him yesterday.

I don't know what method this person used, but now his number and the contents of the punishment copy are completely displayed on his display screen.

And after resting last night, he obviously felt that his condition was much better, probably because the side effects were slowly disappearing.

Operating these...isn't easy?

It should not be simple.

Otherwise, this person wouldn't be like this, and the price is so high?After going out, will it return to its original state?

The remaining fingertips of the right hand were rubbing the edge of the display, and Shi Cheng glanced at the forehead of the sleeping person beside him, and found a thin layer of cold sweat.

He looked at it for a while with complicated emotions, and finally stretched out his hand, and gently brushed against the forehead of the other party.

Someone who was unconscious felt the movement, his eyelids moved, and with his eyes closed, he suddenly raised his claws and grabbed his wrist.

The strength is so great that it seems to crush human bones.

But Shicheng didn't change his expression, he stopped his hands in a good manner, and said in a low voice: "It's me."

The hand paused slightly, then slowly released it.

The wrist movement space regained its freedom, and Shicheng wiped away those beads of sweat according to the original purpose.

Fu Yuan's eyelashes trembled, and his heavy eyelids opened.

His appearance doesn't match at all with his usual image of sloppy and foolish.

Shi Cheng felt a little garish.

He directly covered the man's eyes with his hands.

"Continue to sleep if you are sleepy or uncomfortable. You don't need to wake up so early."

"Not sleepy anymore." Fu Yu'an grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down, lowered his eyes, looked at the red mark that he had just pinched, and sighed.

"Next time when I'm sleeping, try not to touch me."

Shi Cheng didn't answer: "Are you going to go down for dinner later?"

"I can't go on anymore. I'm going to pass a word now." Fu Yuan let go of his wrist, gasped, leaned on the bed with difficulty, and looked sideways at him, "Remember to help me later." I'll bring some food up."

After speaking, he took out a hand from under the quilt.

"Here," handing over the hand that had been with him all night, "give it back to you."

Shi Cheng glanced at that hand with disgust: "No."

"?" Fu Yuan couldn't believe it, "No? This is your hand."

"It's full of sweat." Shi Cheng pointed to the fake hand that was already covered with sweat from the opponent's palm, "Give it to me after washing it."

Fu Yu'an: "? Are you despising me?"

"Yeah." Shi Cheng should be a little unambiguous, "Don't rush to talk about this, let's talk about something serious first."

"Why did you... go get me the monitor yesterday?"

Fu Yu'an got a headache when he heard this question. He thought about his wording, thinking that making up any kind of nonsense is very unreasonable.

Sighing, he finally told the truth: "You have been targeted by the main NPC, that princess, if I don't bring you a display...you may die."

Shi Cheng was slightly taken aback: "Death in the real sense?"

"Ah."

His "hmm" made Shi Cheng purse his lower lip.

After all, he was wrong about it.

If he had restrained himself during dinner yesterday, he might not have been targeted.

Fu Yuan saw that he was rarely wronged, and was a little funny: "Yo, do you still think about yourself?"

Shi Cheng snorted softly and said nothing.

There was a smile in Fu Yu'an's eyes.

"All right," he said, "it's not your fault."

"I saw what that woman did to you yesterday. You were also cheated. I understand."

Shi Chengxin said that you know a shit.

The thing of being tricked came out of this person's mouth clearly, and he felt that he had never been so ashamed in his life.

With a light cough, Shi Cheng suppressed his voice: "It stands to reason that I shouldn't be tricked."

Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Shi Cheng closed his eyes, and simply broke the jar and said, "I lost my sense of touch."

Fu Yu'an's brows were slightly retracted.

Although it has been speculated for a long time, but now it has been confirmed, it still makes people feel a little...

His expression was fleeting, and he teased, "Didn't you just kill me before?"

Shi Cheng stared out of the window with a wooden face: "The situation is different."

I'm going to be ashamed and thrown at home, so of course I have to say it and explain it to myself.

0001's desire to win and lose is ridiculously strong in some aspects.

Fu Yuan cocked his lips, and when the man looked over, he blocked it with the fake hand he was holding in his palm in time, so that the other person would not get angry again when he saw his smile.

But when he raised his eyes, he only saw Shi Cheng's strange expression.

"What are you doing?" Shi Cheng's tone was not pleasant.

Fu Yu'an: "What's wrong with me?"

Shi Cheng raised his chin.

Fu Yuan lowered his head and saw a certain hand on his lips.

"..."

All right, it's no wonder that SVIP's tone was bad, just this action, in his opinion... it looks like a pervert is taking advantage of it.

He retracted that hand to his side resentfully: "...it's not like what you saw."

Shicheng dragged his tune and let out an "oh".

Fu Yu'an: "...Really not..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

The quilt was lifted violently with his hands, and the bright red blood stains on Shicheng's abdomen, shoulders and legs were instantly revealed.

It's not that I haven't seen blood before, but this time it always feels particularly dazzling.

It may be that Shicheng is too white, and the contrast is too obvious.

Fu Yuan rolled his Adam's apple: "Who did it?"

In fact, the wound has almost healed, but the blood red looks more scary.

Shi Cheng didn't care and said, "Jiang Qining."

Fu Yuan's fingers unconsciously tightened: "I forgot to remind you to stay away from her before."

"She's sadistic."

Sadism?

Shi Cheng recalled what the woman did yesterday, and felt that it was really appropriate.

"Pavesh who came in because of sadism?"

Fu Yu'an shook his head: "Not exactly, she is the leader of the largest underground slave organization in the interstellar world."

Shi Cheng was a little surprised: "She is so rich."

Fu Yu'an: "..." Is this the point?

He pressed his temple: "how can you be caught by her?"

Speaking of this, it was also a shameful thing, Shi Cheng's eyes wandered: "She plotted against him with props."

Fu Yu'an frowned: "It's a prop again, why are you always being targeted?"

Shi Chengxin said how do I know?

"Princess's Diary, have you read it?" Shi Cheng didn't want to continue the topic, so he changed the question.

Fu Yu'an swallowed back what he didn't say, and said slowly, "Look."

"What's your opinion?"

When it came to business, Fu Yu'an put on a foolish look: "That shouldn't be written by the princess."

Shi Cheng also thought about this guess, but it was unfounded, so it was difficult to make a judgment: "Why?"

"Handwriting." Fu Yu'an said, "I don't know if you can see it, but the writing on the three diaries has progressed very evenly. So far, I have never seen a person who has progressed so evenly."

"Of course, the possibility of miracles cannot be ruled out, but I am more inclined to believe that someone is deliberately controlling the way of writing."

These words made Shicheng think of Fu Yu'an's words that he saw for the first time at the winery.

Putting aside the prejudice against Fu Yu'an's unreliability, it was indeed the best word he had ever seen in his life.

So he asked: "Is your writing progress uneven?"

Fu Yu'an didn't know why he suddenly thought of caring about himself, but he also replied, "Yes. I don't have a transition period."

Time City: "..."

Fu Yu'an slightly raised his head: "I am at the peak from the beginning."

Time City: "..."

The word peak is written all over your head.

The muscles at the end of his eyes twitched, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up, you. Let's get back to the point."

Fu Yu'an put it away when he saw it, and stroked his peacock's tail: "And have you noticed the words with vertical hooks on those three diaries?"

Shi Cheng recalled for a moment, nodded: "I remember."

Fu Yuan hooked his fingers: "See if you have a fountain pen over there."

Shi Cheng glanced sideways, then pawed twice: "There isn't even a pen refill."

"Is it so poor?" Fu Yuan snorted, "Then you pick a hand and stretch it out."

Someone with only one right hand left: "... Do you think I have a choice?"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers at the other party with the only remaining hand: "Is this okay?"

Fu Yu'an let out a muffled laugh: "Okay, that's too good."

He flattened the hand in front of him, and drew two strokes on the palm of his hand with his index finger: "Did you feel it?"

The arcs of these two strokes are coherent and smooth, and the turning point of each stroke is clear.

Shi Cheng moved his fingers: "The direction is the same."

Fu Yu'an gave him an appreciative look: "Smart."

Although the two strokes look very different, the starting point and the ending point are exactly the same, and even at the corner, there is only a clear difference.

This must be the handwriting of a person at the same stage.

"But you're so sure that the princess didn't write it herself when she grew up?" Although it was almost certain, Shi Cheng still thought of a possibility, "Maybe it was the princess's memoir? I wrote it down when I grew up, isn't it possible? "

Fu Yuan opened his mouth.

"咚咚-"

Before he could speak, there were two knocks on the door.

Fu Yu'an shut up immediately, and made a mouth-shape: Who?

Shi Cheng shook his head to express that he didn't know, and went to the door to look out through the peephole——

It's Su Yangang.

He returned to the bed and whispered to the person on the bed: "Did you feel wronged?"

Fu Yu'an: "?"

The person who was about to be wronged was pushed back into the bed before he could react.

Even the whole head was pushed back together.

Shi Cheng looked at the lock of hair protruding from the bed, and poked it dissatisfied.

"Hide your hair," he instructed, and turned to open the door.

Fu Yu'an, who was stuffed under the quilt, obediently brushed his hair, and pulled Shi Cheng's left hand in the small dark space.

This simulation material is really good, and there is no problem after holding it all night.

SVIP has been imprisoned for a hundred years... Was the medical technology so good back then?

Shicheng didn't know that the thoughts of the covered person had drifted back a hundred years ago.

Opening the door, Su Yangang was not let in immediately.

"Is something wrong?" He asked leaning against the door frame.

"Ah, it's not a big deal, I just came to ask about the picture yesterday... Fuck! Why is there so much blood on your body? And that hand, what's wrong?!" Su Yangang looked at his empty left hand in shock.

The left wrist is now wrapped with a pale bandage, but there is no blood seeping out, it doesn't look like it was cut off.

Unless... the wound has been completely healed for a long time.

Shi Cheng looked at him coldly: "There was an accident yesterday."

That look almost engraved the words "None of your business" in front of his face.

Su Yangang trembled from being stared at: "Oh, oh. Then... Then, is it convenient for me to go in now?"

Shicheng did not move.

Su Yangang was a little apprehensive, thinking that there might be something shady in the room, right?

He took a step back understandingly: "Then go to me..."

"Come in." Before finishing speaking, Shi Cheng turned sideways to make way for him.

Su Yan scratched his head, poked his head a subtle distance inside, looked left and right and decided that there was nothing there, then he got low and got in.

While going in, he adjusted the atmosphere and joked, "Hey, I thought there was something shameful in your room!"

Shi Cheng, who was leaning against the door frame, laughed silently.

Isn't it shameful?

Glancing at 1066 next door, there was no movement at the gate.

He looked away and closed the door.

"Brother, what do you see?" Su Yangang put the drawings he drew on the table.

Shicheng didn't look at it last night, so now he walked over without changing his face and glanced at it, and said casually: "The structure of the room is not a big problem."

In fact, it was to prove that these rooms were the same as the ones they entered when they got the map, so Su Yangang drew them.

Now according to this drawing, it should be right.

He pointed at the toy room: "Did you find anything else when you went here?"

Just as Su Yan thought about it for a while, he really thought of something: "There are only four toys inside, a doll, a glass bowl, a tiger model, and a painting."

Shi Cheng thought about it, and asked, "Is it the doll's eyeballs?"

"Eyes?" Su Yangang frowned, "No, that doll has no eyes."

No eyeballs?It turns out that the eyeballs are still detachable.

Shi Cheng tapped his chin, and asked again: "Is there any damage on the tiger model? What color is the glass bowl? What's the tone of the painting?"

Su Yangang had a good memory and observed carefully, so he answered everything.

Sure enough, it was the same thing Shicheng chose in the toy room.

While they were talking, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the door.

The two looked at each other and walked outside together.

When passing by the bed, Shicheng also patted some "shameful thing" in the quilt for an unknown part of the body.

The door lock slammed, and Fu Yuan got out from under the quilt.

He rested his hands on his chest, with a strange expression on his face.

...It was the first time someone slapped my stomach.

Although Shicheng was filmed with a quilt, the experience was novel enough.

When the two of Shicheng came out and saw the crowd, they realized that something happened to the people in room 1052.

The man's room turned into a desert, and his whole body was trapped in quicksand.

Like Lu Tian's room, no one and no one dared to go forward.

This is the second one who died in the dream.

Shi Cheng touched his earlobe.

The windows of 1052 are not closed, and the wind is blowing in at the moment.

He noticed sharply that the sand in the room was still moving.

Active, not dead, this flow of sand is normal.

This... has a way out!

Shi Cheng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, he thought it was a dead end.

It seems that until the princess' bar mitzvah, death is avoidable.

The real massacre should be on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony.

What is the basis for choosing the people who need to be killed that day?

The bell in the hallway struck.

It's almost time for breakfast.

Everyone felt sorry for their lives. With the experience of the first night, the reaction to seeing this scene is much calmer now.

Hearing the bell, many people complained and went back to the house to pack their things and prepare to go downstairs for dinner.

Shi Cheng patted Su Yangang: "Let's go, let's eat first."

"Ah, okay." Su Yan just followed, and realized something was wrong, "Oh, big brother, where is our second brother?"

The second brother should be talking about Fu Yu'an.

"Who told you 'we'?" Shi Cheng replied indifferently, "He has something to do."

Su Yanang didn't let go of this topic: "Brother, do you think the second brother is weird?"

Shicheng didn't answer directly: "For example?"

"For example... the fabric of his clothes." Su Yanang said a little hesitantly.

He didn't know what the relationship between Shicheng and that person was like, and whether what he said would be regarded as sowing discord, but would be harmful to him.

But Shicheng looked normal, he raised his chin slightly: "Continue?"

Su Yangang looked at him, gritted his teeth, and still hid some information and said vaguely: "The fabric of his clothes is not simple, I can't tell, but it must be different from ours."

Shicheng also knows this.

He took a deep look at Su Yangang: "Oh."

Su Yangang: "?"

Oh?

That's it?

He didn't understand: "Did he tell you the reason?"

"No." Shicheng said frankly, "but he is not harmful to us now, is he?"

Su Yangang said sullenly: "That's true."

Shi Cheng laughed, "That's enough."

In this system, in this world, too much entanglement is not good.

Two people who don't know each other, as long as they reach a consensus, they can work together for mutual benefit.

Besides, it's not that he doesn't know Fu Yu'an at all.

The two walked to the lobby on the first floor and chose an inconspicuous position.

Just as I was about to sit down, I saw the princess coming slowly.

At the moment there were only a few of them at the dining table, the princess smiled at Shi Cheng and waved: "Come, come and sit here."

The place she pointed to was the first one closest to the main seat.

This is what many people wish for, and they can't wait to create a good image and sense of presence in front of the princess.

But Shicheng just shook his head: "No, it's not very convenient."

The princess's smile dropped sharply: "What? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

It's not fun to say that, you'll lose your head.

Su Yangang swallowed nervously.

But Shi Cheng really nodded: "Yes."

Princess:"……"

Su Yangang: "..." Are you okay?

Shi Cheng seemed to feel that he was not angry enough, and still added fuel to the fire: "Isn't it natural for me to be afraid?"

The princess's sharp teeth were ground and creaked, and she stopped talking nonsense: "I'll let you sit here!"

Shi Cheng spread his hands helplessly: "Okay."

Under Su Yangang's ghostly eyes, he walked over calmly and sat on the chair.

The princess snorted and sat down.

She just wanted Shi Cheng to come to her side, when she saw him moving his chair back half a minute.

"?"

Su Yangang's heart almost stopped suddenly!

What is this Living Buddha doing?

Shi Cheng moved his chair and smiled at the princess: "Do you hate me now?"

There was unspeakable excitement in his tone.

The princess's head buzzed: "Are you sick?!"

Shi Cheng thought for a while and asked, "Do you like sick ones?"

The princess gave him a white look: "Of course I don't like it!"

"I see." Shi Cheng nodded calmly, "Then I'm sick."

Princess:"…………"

Su Yangang had no love in his life. Seeing that more and more people had come down, he had no choice but to find a place not far from Shicheng to sit down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his butt touched the chair, he was glared at by the princess.

Su Yangang: "?"

What are you doing?inexplicable.

The princess said viciously: "Who told you to sit there!"

Su Yangang was confused: "Don't you sit casually?" Wasn't it always like this before?

"Who told you?!" The princess glared at him.

If you can't cure the man next to you, can't you also cure this fool with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks!Can't everyone not listen to her?

She fixed her eyes on Su Yangang: "I hate you!"

Su Yangang: "!? Fuck me?"

It is really appropriate to write a tattoo of "wronged" on his body.

Just when I wanted to ask my elder brother for help, I didn't want to meet my elder brother's unhappy eyes.

It seems to be saying - why are you hated?

Su Yan just knelt down.

He really wanted to yell.

Are you fucking sick? !ah?Yes or no! ?

The author has something to say:

Su Yangang: Is there something shady in your room?

Something shady: He patted my belly, he plotted against me! wxya

Time City: ... committing crimes

The person who did the homework all night last night has almost soared to qwq, but I still stubbornly did not stop updating!

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