The Kidnappers Murmur (4)

(H) Rotten strawberries. 3D。

I've never seen such a wonderful face as a cook. The Aryan kind, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and sculptural sexy lips.

I can't resist the stupidity of the little girl, and I can't help but want to touch the chef's face, just to experience the amazing super Q bomb.

In the dark, my hands began to roam over him.

"What are you doing, Liu Xin'er, eh, don't move...... It hurts, it really hurts. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, cook...... I just don't move. ”

The cook pillowed my left arm, and his head always wanted to burrow into my arms, so I had to free one arm, pat his injured back, and hum an out-of-tune tune, as if I were hugging a good man.

My ears were always on the edges, nervously catching Zhao Xingyu's snoring. Must escape, as soon as possible, as soon as possible, as soon as possible.

"Eh, Liu Xin'er, do you have a screen name...... What's it called?"

"Oh, my screen name is Liu Xin'er...... 'cook' is a screen name!"

"Not true. My online name is 'Desire to dominate the world'...... How?"

"Not very good. There's a writer who's about the same as you, word for word. ”

"Really? Then change one. 'Want to dominate Shenzhou', how about it?"

"Make do with it...... It's just a screen name, why is it more serious? ”

"'Make a living'? How about 'do you want to do what you want'!"

"Cook, which word 'desire'? 'bath bomb', or 'desire bully'?"

"Of course it's the desire of desire, the desire of desire, well...... 'I want what I want'!"

I'm dying, what if I can hear Zhao Xingyu and their snoring in a second?......? I've been dragged to death by this!

"Come on, cook, let's talk nonsense. ”

"'Idle Story'?...... I don't understand, Liu Xin'er. ”

I grabbed the cook's hand and snapped it to the seam of my jeans...... He didn't even bare his teeth and shouted in pain.

"Got it...... Hurry up, do you have to wait for Zhao Xingyu to find out!"

"Really, Liu Xin'er?...... I, my cook for you, it's worth it!"

"Really! When I use it, I will never 'play stupid' and 'admit it'...... Reciprocating the favor is a conditioned reflex for me Liu Xin'er, and there is no other nonsense. ”

Actually, the sentence that Zhao Xingyu asked me to repeat three times is really redundant, I am a very homely, but I am also 29 years old, and the virtue I should have must be dripped...... Ten thousand reluctances are not enough for the cook to save my life and save me from torture and humiliation.

The cook's hand trembled and groped in the dark. Right now, you have to hold back, don't laugh.

A whirlwind suddenly blew in my ears, and the black wind monster that haunted S3063 pressed my forehead with one hand, grabbed the cook's hair with the other, and stabbed it, like tearing the courier tape, peeling the cook off of me...... It's over, Zhao Xingyu is going to dismantle me.

The cook who was lifted up by Zhao Xingyu had his back to me, like a loose marionette, trembling and swaying.

"Put down the cook, I am the one who has caused him to be troubled...... Come at me!"

Zhao Xingyu choked the chef's head, and twisted it casually like turning a faucet, with a click, pleasant to the ear.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

The cook was still facing away from me, but his head was twisted 180 degrees to face me.

"Don't close your eyes! Come on, Liu Xin'er, meet your savior!"

Zhao Xingyu's right hand, wearing light blue latex gloves, dragged the cook's jaw, and tore off that wonderful face from the bottom up.

The exposed, without a nose, without lips, without eyelashes, is a piece that can only be regarded as a charred paste, and the base of the tongue can be seen through the black hole in the mouth, and the human tongue is really long. Eyes, are they eyes, two purple-brown strawberries surrounded by egg-yolk goo...... This is by no means a burn, it is a rotten living corpse.

"Do you know what's wrong?...... Eh, wake up! Liu Xin'er!"

"My chief physician frightened me into saying that this disease is called 'the Witch's Condition.' ”

"That's right, it's that thing. ”

There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just a little bit of a boil.

Q bomb is ****, bright is oil paint chasing light, and the wonderful thing is that it is a fucking technology called 3D printing...... How can I be like a dog, only reflexive?

(I) Konica. Flying shovel.

"We never kill anyone, Miss Liu Xin'er. As for the cook, he should have died a long time ago!"

"I'm sorry, girl, I scared you, we're not bad people. ”

"Yes, Lao Zhao can't find you...... We'd love to talk to you. ”

Ponytail, walked to the side of the camp bed, draped the blanket over me, and handed me a cup of hot water with a flower turban...... The voices of the two of them are very decent, very kind, very friendly, and very elder-like tones that I haven't seen for a long time tonight.

I slowly got up, knelt on the bed, and kowtowed like a chicken.

"Uncle, uncle, grandfather...... Spare me! I can't play anymore!"

At dawn, I finally got back into my car, and I was in the driver's seat, with the fire on, the brakes, and a cigarette in the corner of my mouth.

Zhao Xingyu stood outside the car, leaning on the car door with both hands, and apologized in vain.

"Eh, Liu Xin'er, wasn't that the case when you were a child...... The nerves are super big!"

"Oh, yes, thank you! I mean, you haven't had a good time yet!"

"No, no, no, tonight was really excessive. Another day, I'll go to Huanzhou to play with you. ”

"Okay, okay, no problem...... So, can I go?"

"Let's go, Liu Xin'er, it's almost dawn! Another day, we really have to talk about it. ”

The car slowly slid forward, and in the rearview mirror, Zhao Xingyu made a particularly disgusting, flower-like action...... I don't like it!

Brake. Reverse. Gas pedal. Pedal to the end!

Dusty, a coo-dong guy, the left front wheel cocked, and it was cocked high.

I coughed and lit another cigarette, this one was lit for Zhao Xingyu. I opened the door, and you see, there was no trick, and the left front wheel was right on his chest.

"Don't talk, come, smoke a soul-fixing cigarette, suppress the shock! Stop the pain! Prolong your life!"

Zhao Xingyu kept spitting, and blood foam flew around. When I put a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, the guy was crazy and almost bit my finger.

"What do you mean, Liu Xin'er?"

"You can play anything, you can't play with anyone, you can play with anyone, you can't play with me!"

"You, young, in the end, who is playing, you can't figure it out for the rest of your life!"

"No, Zhao Xingyu. Isn't it complicated? Why do I think it's clear?"

"'Men'er Qing'?fragrant, plateau, Lu Mingchuan, which one are you?"

"Die, you ......"

I kicked the cigarette on the corner of Zhao Xingyu's mouth.

"You see, you are uninspired, so you are in a hurry. ”

"Fuck off! I don't rely on false inspiration!"

"By clues, huh?...... We just are, don't believe it. ”

Zhao Xingyu motioned to me, there was something in his jacket pocket.

Actually, it's an old photo printed on Konica photo paper. The person in the photo is not difficult to recognize, but I want to hear Zhao Xingyu say it himself.

"It's hard to recognize, you've seen it all...... I, Zhao Xingyu, lead guitar, drummer Huang Weiwei, the one who wears the star-striped bandana, the one with the old keyboard and gray chest hair, the bass, needless to say, Lu Mingchuan, and there is a woman at the back, that's the lead singer, Gao Yuan...... Our band is called Fragrance. ”

"Yes, I've seen them all...... But I, I'm not fucking Gao Xiaoxi!"

"We never wanted to find Gao Xiaoxi!"

Gao Yuan is her mother, and Lu Mingchuan is her father. I don't have a dime to do it!"

"So, when it comes to the end, you can't figure out who is playing!"

"Thank you, Zhao Xingyu. I'll keep this photo away. ”

Zhao Xingyu started muttering again, and I naturally had to beg him to turn up the volume again.

He sang so well, "Hey, girl, not very eye-catching...... Hey, the smell of flowers, the fragrance of the cold......"

Suddenly, I also smelled the fragrance of flowers, but the plateau in the photo was so pitiful.

With no face in sight, she turned her back to the audience, cowered behind the curtain, one foot on the guitar case, half-pulled and leaning. The back is a cramped, awkward, and uncomfortable posture. Two fat little feet peeked out of her arms...... Got it. Gao Xiaoxi was in her arms, eating happily.

Damn the old man, Gao Yuan was only 17 years old that year.

Suddenly, I felt that there was a big foot in the front court, there was no rut, only a flying shovel, but it was not the ball that was shoveled, but Zhao Xingyu's bloody and blurred head.

It's a click, and it's pleasant.

(I) Memorandum. .

1. Tomorrow will start to dismantle the chicken coop, 03 years have not seen a chicken feather chicken coop. No matter how broken the small yard is, it is also a classic, and the chicken nest is really beautiful.

2. The cook is by no means an idler outside the fragrance. The photo may have been taken by the chef. The other people's faces are somewhat empty, and the back of the plateau is extremely clear.

3. Submit the manuscript on the 29th of next month. From tomorrow, 3 pages of A4 paper per day, 42 days, there is still time to spare.