It's the lover who plays with feelings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Playing with the spirit of ...... It's the enemy.

There is nothing wrong with this idea, Wen Qian is just an ordinary person, and he does not have the great patience and forgiveness of the great monks.

At this time, he was still in a state of high spirits, full of hard work and motivation. More happy than happy, more unscrupulous than excited.

To put it in the right word, it's to get carried away.

The moment som17's voice appeared in his own mouth, the first thought that came to his mind was......

Grass mud horses.

This is the anger of not recognizing the reality, and it is also the unyielding resistance of the little bug to the elephant.

SOM17 was now controlling Wen Qianyi's mouth, severing the connection between the nerve of the muscle bundle and the brain, and replacing it with itself. This means that it is controlling the input and output ports of the mouth muscles.

From the nerve signals, it knows what Wen Qian wants to say, and it can also control what its mouth says.

Of course, it sensed the classic national scolding that Wen Qian was about to blurt out subconsciously, and paused, as if it was a little surprised.

"Verbal abuse is the lowest and weakest form of human resistance. It's like a monkey that needs to be trained and crushes a trainer's banana, which not only gets little benefit, but also makes the trainer realize the need for more rigorous training. It seems that after the crisis response training, I should first teach you the principles of obedience. ”

Obey Nima!

Wen Qianyi just scolded in his heart, and immediately regretted it.

His mind finally stopped confused, and a chill rising from the soles of his feet made him wake up immediately. The memories in Huifeng Food City can't be described just by spending days like years, it is simply an endless hell that never ends!

What a fight I have with aliens!

Obviously, this guy who is parasitic in his own body...... Far scarier than you think.

The sci-fi movies he watched with the old VCD at home appeared in his mind one after another like flashes, and summarized into a series of subjective prejudices about alien creatures: aliens eat people, aliens kill people, aliens rape women, and aliens even take a stitch and a thread.

These guys are idle every day, and they think about the evil purpose of invading the earth all day long, but under the light of freedom and democracy in a certain lighthouse country, these guys' plans have never succeeded.

While watching the movie, he can laugh at the stupid plans of the aliens while feeling a few seconds of pity for the unlucky ghost in the movie who is killed by the aliens in various incredible ways.

But now I'm the unlucky one!

God knows what the hell the guy in his body wants to do?

By the time Wen Qian had this realization, it was too late.

Facing the mirror.

Wen Qian is horrified to find that he is gradually losing control of his body, and then he staggers and approaches the mirror. He could see that his expression looked like a lamb to the slaughter, bloodless, scared and helpless.

What does it want to do?

The question only lingered in his mind for half a second, and Mr. som17 immediately gave a clear answer at a satisfactory speed.

"Wen Qianyi" put his hands on the edge of the ceramic sink, tilted his neck back to accumulate strength, and then-

With the same frequency as a woodpecker, it crashes into the mirror like crazy!

Knock knock knock

At the moment of impact, Wen Qian also had the heart to think, the quality of the mirror was really unreliable, and the reaction force that came immediately after it made him feel the sharp pain of giving birth, as well as the phenomenon of "white vision" caused by the insanity of the optic nerve during the concussion of the brain, which is the so-called Venus in the eye.

He then went through the following complex mental activity.

Silly than aliens, my brother is ......

Ouch...... Don't don't......

Mom, help, I was really wrong......

"Sir, sir, stop!"

Seventeen down.

Mr. som17 likes the number seventeen.

Then, it was magnanimous and graceful to temporarily return control of its body to Wen Qianyi.

"Uh-"

Wen Qian also collapsed in front of the sink with a weak breath, his whole face covered in blood, and he fell down his cheeks from his chin to the white pool.

What the hell is it...... It hurts!

He lay on the ground, his body twitching for a long time, and then he gradually had the feeling that he had finally survived again. He leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes with great effort, glancing in the direction of the sink mirror.

All I could see was a bare wall, with a few fragments of mirrors glued to the wall.

Mirrors can no longer be called mirrors, and if you find the right adjective, a starry sky might be more appropriate.

In Huifeng Food City, Wen Qian has also experienced a full 4,931 rebirths, and pain and death are commonplace for him...... No living person has more experience than he has.

It was because of this that he was not frightened into collapse by this torture. But it is also because of the experience of death that he understands the preciousness of life even more.

How to admit his mistakes, how to make som17 understand his mind, this is what he needs to consider. It was as if he had suddenly opened his mind, and he had no natural skills to learn from him.

He staggered to his feet, limp and powerless, and slammed into the wall again.

In a trance, Wen Qian also made another fatal mistake.

the alien......

Wen Qian also finally deeply realized why the protagonist in the movie always can't help but burst into foul language - this plot is wrong! I really didn't want to say that! It's all stupid than the editor in trouble! Big brother, listen to my explanation......

But som17 didn't have the patience to wait for his explanation.

"Ding Ding Dong!"

Wen Qianyi's big straight mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang with a text message ringtone, and in his ears, this originally tired ringtone was simply a life-saving sound.

"My lord, I'll reply, reply to a text message, okay?"

If there are other people in the bathroom, you will see a handsome young man with a bloody face, at this time he is talking to himself naturally with a frightened face, with a flattering expression, he is a thin translator in an anti-Japanese drama, and he has no sense of disobedience at all, just like his true colors.

SOM17 was silent for a moment, no one knowing what it was thinking.

Once again, he severed the nerve connection between Wen Qianyi's brain and his body.

"Wen Qianyi" took out his mobile phone, used an index finger, as if he was operating a complex interstellar battleship, tapped it on the keyboard of his mobile phone, and skillfully jumped to the SMS interface.

(16:42) Zhang Yao: What about people? I'm ready to go home.

It is estimated that Zhang Yao noticed that Wen Qianye suddenly disappeared, and sent a text message to ask where he was.

"Wen Qianyi" stared straight at the phone screen, showing an inexplicable smile.

True gentleness is cowering in the depths of his brain, and he can sense everything in his body, including this smile. An inexplicable chill suddenly enveloped his mind.

som17 intended to reply to the text message in place of Wen Qianyi, but he intended to use a way to make the carbon-based monkey remember it vividly.

It controlled its head and slammed it on the keyboard of the phone at a terrifying and precise angle!

Nose bridge, cheekbones, masseter muscles...... SOM17 is like an experienced surgeon, accurately finding every part of Wen Qianyi's cheek that is hard enough to hit the keyboard of the mobile phone.

(16:44) Wen Qianyi: I'm going home

And then, exclamation points, exclamation points, exclamation points!

With three bangs, the front teeth hit the "1" key that represented the punctuation mark.

There is no other rich feeling.

Wen Qian also deeply realized this time that the shell of the copycat mobile phone is really made of stainless steel, and it is not mixed with water at all.

Perceiving a particularly pitiful signal begging for mercy in the cerebral cortex, SOM17 finally stopped.

It leaned stiffly against the wall, its index finger pestle down its phone's keyboard, and it didn't wipe the blood from its face, its neck motionless, only its eyes moving, staring at the search results displayed in its phone's browser.

SOM17 understands the importance of information more than anyone else.

At this time.

A young man in his twenties walked in at the door of the bathroom and hit "Wen Qianyi" on the shoulder carelessly.

With a click, Daxian's phone fell to the ground.

This man was still scolding in his mouth: "You don't have long eyes? ”

After saying that, he glanced at Wen Qianyi and was stunned.

Imagine a man with a bloody face leaning against a wall in a quiet and remote bathroom, which has nothing to do with normal.

This person named Li Yong was just about to say something, and his eyes met Wen Qianyi's eyes.

In these black and white eyes, there is no emotion, no fluctuations, and no human emotions can be experienced.

His pupils shrank, and he suddenly shook his spirit, and swallowed the words that floated out half a syllable back into his stomach. An instinctive sense of fear runs from the tail vertebrae to the brain, like a mouse to a cat, an antelope to a lion, a hare to an eagle......

This is the innate fear inherited from genes in the face of predators by organisms at the bottom of the food chain.

It's like ridiculous thoughts are irrepressibly appearing in his brain.

This...... It's definitely not a human gaze!