Bai Hao left, slammed the door and left, not moving the tempting dishes on the coffee table and chopsticks.

Bai Yue clearly ordered his favorite braised river shrimp.

Roy lay on the cold floor, looking out the window at the bright starlight, and for the first time felt that they were so far away, like a lifetime apart, that they would never be touched.

Bai Yue walked up to him, stretched out his clean right hand, and said, "You are not wrong, Bai Hao is not wrong, what is wrong is this cannibalistic society." ”

He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Bai Yue's hand and got up from the ground.

Knowing that it was dark in front of him, a slap on the left side of his face knocked him staggering.

"This slap is for Yingluo." The NC philosopher walked out the door: "Never let the person you like be sad, if you want to be a messenger of justice, please be a man first." ”

He walked away slowly, his back indescribably chic.

The dishes on the coffee table were all ordered by him, and there were everyone's favorite dishes.

Like Bai Hao, he didn't take a bite, just raised his chopsticks and slowly put them down.

Roy lifted the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Yingluo's gaze moved from the windowsill orchid to his face, and there was a hint of worry in her tear-glistening eyes.

Bai Hao's punch was very strong, and Bai Yue's slap was also not light.

"I'm sorry."

He walked up to her and said, "It's me who is bad. ”

Yingluo cried out, and the grievances in her heart were like an overturned teapot, vented out in one go.

She had tried very hard to control herself, until this time, seeing the wound on his face and hearing his sentence "It's me who is not good", the suppressed sadness in her heart suddenly exploded.

Many times she would ask herself, asking herself if the reason why she liked Roy was because he was very similar to her father's character, the same good temper, the same hard work, and the same holding her in the palm of her hand as the most precious treasure.

Think about it. When the two boarded the "Morning Star", it was almost the moment of their father's death, if there was such a thing as fate in the dark, and the acquaintance with Roy and Bai Hao, would it be a gift from their father to them in heaven. Let them protect their sisters instead of him?

In any case, she needs such a reason to comfort herself, she needs such a reason to convince herself.

When she chooses to accept such things, those grievances and sorrows, dependence and nostalgia. Warmth and happiness seem to be poured out from the calm and restless volcano, and fiery tears gush out at once.

Yingluo threw herself into his arms, crying very happily, tears and snot and wet the front of the half-sized shirt together, but fortunately, the shirt was dark and the wet place was not very real.

Roy saw Linglong trying to suppress his feelings on the single couch.

He felt that this was not good, Yingluo's crying would exacerbate her sadness, and with her delicate character, she would never expose her inner weakness in front of him. So I picked up my girlfriend and walked to the inner bedroom.

And then...... He never came out again.

The living room became quiet, the sensor lights became dim, and the faint light spread over the walls, which had an ambiguous taste.

The dishes on the coffee table slowly cooled down, and the aroma became weaker and weaker.

Bai Yue and Bai Hao never returned, and they didn't know where they went.

Those dishes are very expensive, and if Grant is here, he will definitely scold them very distressed, and then nag a group of little rabbits who don't know the price of firewood and rice.

The crying from the bedroom faded until it was inaudible.

Linglong still folded her knees. The body curled up in a ball, leaning on the wide sofa, as if asleep.

I don't know how long it has been, but I can hear the door open. Then there's the sound of heels hitting the floor.

She knew that it was Claire who had returned, and with a little peace of mind, she continued to sleep.

Claire entered the room, looked at the untouched dishes on the coffee table, and then at the poor girl who was already asleep on the sofa, and sighed heavily. Approached his room and pulled out a blanket and put it over her.

Then he began to clean up the plates on the coffee table and put them in the refrigerator in the kitchen, thinking that they could be used as breakfast tomorrow.

After doing this, she drank tea in the living room for a while, and when she thought of today's experience, she unconsciously sighed again.

She found that she sighed a lot today, looking at Linglong on the sofa, there was an indescribable sense of depression, so she got up and walked out of the room, planning to go downstairs and determine the location of your cemetery by the way.

After a while, the door opened again, Bai Hao's figure appeared in the living room, saw Linglong curled up on the sofa, hesitated for a while, or chose to walk over, uncovered the blanket on it, gently picked up her body, and walked towards the room of the two sisters.

However, before he could finish halfway, Linglong, who was lying in his arms, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at his side face from below.

Bai Hao was startled and put her down out of instinct.

"Where is your courage? Where was the courage to beat Roy just now? ”

She looked at him without blinking, her eyes like two sharp swords piercing the heart.

He became distracted, feeling like his mind was blank, not knowing what she meant by that.

At this moment, Linglong made a very sudden move, held his face with his hand, and imprinted his lips on his lips under Bai Haocheng's terrified gaze.

Time seemed to freeze there, and the poor fellow's mind went blank, it felt like a dream, so unreal, but the silkiness between his lips was so clear, so real.

He never thought that the relationship with Linglong would take such a turn, that girl who was so stubborn that she was a little too stubborn to enter, would suddenly take off the disguise on her face and respond to the seemingly faint and strong emotional bond between the two with a passionate kiss.

Actually, she is really similar to Zhou Ai.

I don't know how to be considerate, I can't learn to be coquettish, and I am not good at expressing my innermost emotions in words, but this does not mean that they are as cold and hard as ice, in fact, under the appearance of the people, they all have a heart as hot as a flame.

Only for the object of their identification with blooming.

It took a long time for Bai Hao's body to go from stiffness to softening, and it took longer for his pupils to regain naturalness from tightening, and it took Linglong to cry again from calm.

Tears rolled down their cheeks, drowning their tangled lips.

It was not the first time Bai Hao had tasted the taste of tears, but that saltiness seeped into his heart for the first time and was imprinted in the depths of his soul.

It was a gift from Linglong, and it was also a pain.

It came from her low self-esteem, her guilt, her sadness, and her sense of loss.

He began to take the initiative. Entangled with her with extremely unskilled skills.

This scene looks a little ridiculous, two older children who are not mature, use childish and clumsy kissing skills to wantonly grab each other's taste.

The two of them hugged each other tightly like this, and I don't know how long it has been. When the two moons rise on the horizon, one large and one small, "Lesey", they drape the town in a hazy veil.

Bai Hao gently picked up Linglong, who was already asleep in his arms, stood in front of the door of the sisters' bedroom for a while, turned around and walked into his room, and put her flat on the bed. He kissed him lightly on the forehead, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pulled a blanket over it, and turned to walk out the door.

He walked slowly and with a slightly messy pace at first, but gradually picked up speed and became calm and powerful.

When I arrived in the corridor, I met Bai Yue who had returned from a walk.

The NC philosopher asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

His answer was brief, with only two words: "Revenge." ”

"Oh." Bai Yue stood in place for a while, and suddenly hurried to catch up.

He didn't speak.

The NC philosopher asked, "Can killing people relieve depression?" ”

He said, "It depends on who you kill." ”

The moon travels between the window frames. At first glance, it looks like a moon in the middle of a lake.

It's not the moon that walks through the window frame, it's the bodies of the two that walk through the hallway.

Bai Yue looked out the window and said, "The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when you kill people and set fires." ”

There was a moon outside the window, and there was no wind.

…………

Sibersea's star system, the planet Gypsyll.

The morning sun shines on the cold ground in the middle of winter, and the streets are crowded with pedestrians, and the tight-fitting air-conditioned suits add a touch of warmth to the monotonous world.

On Red Square, soldiers in vintage military uniforms stand on a watchtower with their hands behind their backs. His legs and feet were straight, facing St. Peter's Basilica not far away, and his face was like a stiff stone.

The glass façade of the café is covered with a thick layer of water vapor, and you can see it from the outside. The figures inside are standing in a hazy fog area, only shadows can be seen, and the aroma of coffee and salmon can be smelled.

Pets living in this era are very lucky, they have well-fitting air-conditioned clothing, which can keep warm, sterilize, clean, and can also lie on the pet pen of the maglev bicycle to look at this colorful world.

They live very comfortably. More comfortable than humans.

No responsibility, no burden, no work, no entertainment, and no ugliness hidden behind the glitz.

They just need to please their owner and be a loyal pet.

By contrast, those who are locked up within the walls are much more pitiful.

Breakfast is pumpkin porridge that has been cooled, as well as hard French bread, and pickles, I don't know if tomato sauce counts.

The prison kitchen was contracted to the father-in-law of the warden's wife's sister, and the cooks were all social hooligans who fished for three days and dried nets for two days, and they were always active in collecting money and doing things, and they were never diligent in washing vegetables and cooking.

As long as the prisoners do not starve to death or poison them, their obligations are fulfilled.

Hausen licked the ketchup clean, and threw the pumpkin porridge and baguette into the urinal, causing the drain to be clogged.

Churchill grinded his teeth with a gnocchi, looked at the other side and muttered, "He offered chrysanthemums...... He's offering chrysanthemums...... He must have offered delicate and pink chrysanthemums. ”

He has his own logic, the skinny guy was obviously dying when he was thrown back by the prison guards last night, and his injuries healed after a blink of an eye, and he drank a bowl of pumpkin porridge vigorously, and even devoured the French bread that was too hard to grind his teeth, and killed more than half of Captain Tang's share when he was done.

There is only one person in the entire prison who can turn him from a dead fish to a dead fish.

Hausen walked up to him with a dark face and said, "The sewers are blocked. ”

Churchill didn't care and said, "Block it, I don't." ”

"But I'm going to!"

"Didn't you skip breakfast?"

He gestured to the tomato sauce bag in the corner of the plate.

Churchill picked up the red pouch with a few rough characters printed with "tomato sauce" and looked at the production date, his face turned green.

Counting the current hour, it is 1 year and 7 months overdue.

The boxer repeated: "I'm going to......"

"Is it okay to hold on?"

"I can't hold it."

"I'll plug it for you."

"Well, that's a good idea."

“……”

"Poof!"

"Vomit ......"

……

Tang Fang looked at the two opposite, wondering if they were filming pantomime.

Saike? Bakar burped and asked, "You really don't eat?" ”

"Thanks, I'm not hungry." He lied politely.

Seck turned his attention back to his body, flipping open his sleeves once more to retrieve the whip marks.

The swollen skin has returned to its original shape, and the blood marks have become extremely light. If you don't distinguish them carefully, you won't be able to detect their existence at all.

He remembered what happened last night, he remembered being whipped all over his body, and he remembered losing control of his body. It's as hard to move your fingers as it is to lift a hundred-pound rock.

But after the night, when he woke up this morning, all the soreness in his body was gone, and he couldn't be better, even better than he was before he was imprisoned.

It's a miracle of life!

Is it the favor of the gods?

Saike? Cabal is not an atheist. Nor is he a theist, as a lawyer, he believes that there is a force in the underworld that affects the changes in the human world, that it transcends society, transcends the universe, transcends all material forms, and exists only at the level of spirit and soul.

He called it faith.

Faith can save people's souls, but obviously it can't save people's **.

So what exactly is it that heals physical wounds?

He vaguely remembered being helped into bed last night, and he was kindly fed some water to drink, if only these obviously would not heal the injuries that had accumulated over the past few days.

"It's really not you?"

This is the seventh time he has asked such a question.

Tang Fang washed his face with cold water. took his own towel and wiped it clean, and said calmly: "You asked when you got up, before you went to the toilet, when you brushed your teeth, when you washed your face, when you were in a daze, before you ate, and you have to repeat it after eating, you ...... Aren't you tired? ”

"That'...... Don't you think it's weird? I was so badly injured last night, but today I'm all right. It's a miracle of life. ”

"Then why don't you think it's a miracle of life?" He spread out the towel carefully, put it on the stainless steel frame next to the washbasin, returned to the bed, folded the blanket, sat down and said, "There is a saying in our Huaxia. It's called 'Good people have good reward.' ’”

Saike thought about it carefully, is he a good person? Probably...... Possible...... You can be called a good person.

But that doesn't mean he will believe the nonsense of this sudden young cellmate.

If good people really have good rewards, there will be no calamities and disasters in the world, and there is no need for people like him to exist. On the contrary, those who are high up on the top, while enjoying the people's fat and people's ointment. While looking down on the people with contemptuous eyes, many of them are out-and-out bad guys.

People like him exist in this world only because good people can get good rewards.

Just as he was about to ask for the 8th time, "It's really not you?" At that moment, several figures flashed outside the glass door, interrupting his thoughts.

He was lucky not to achieve the achievement of asking the same question 8 times.

Because Captain Tang's tolerance limit is 7, he is ready to block that mouth no matter what means he uses when he repeats the questioning for the eighth time.

He is not a supreme treasure, but he hates to save a broken-mouthed monk who recites crooked scriptures all day long.

As a legal worker, you should speak more concisely and forcefully, rather than repeating sentences over and over again.

The presence of the prison guards saved him and saved him.

"It's time to send you on your way."

The speaker was the old prison guard who tried to help Captain Tang scrub yesterday, and today he didn't seem to remember that incident at all, with an iron-faced and selfless expression, but the way he walked was clearly a little weird, swaying left and right, like a duck.

Tang Fang patted his prison uniform, tidied up his dress, and at the last moment, he didn't forget to look at his face in front of the mirror, held his cheeks and shook them from side to side, and said in an extremely regretful tone: "Without Claire by your side, is it really more and more sloppy...... Obviously I've worked so hard. ”

The old prison guard's mouth twitched a few times, and the hand pressed on the baton tightened.

He really wanted to suck the wild boy in front of him to death with a stick, and when the other death row prisoners heard the words just now, some of them directly collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up, and even cried for their fathers and mothers, tears and snot flowed vertically and horizontally.

This guy in front of him is good, he is full of energy, he seems to have slept very well last night, and he has not forgotten the smell of beauty on the road.

He originally planned to watch the jokes of the three people, but he didn't want to be half angry.

"Hey, how is that possible!"

At the same time, a prison guard next to him stared at Saike? Bakar's face, the expression was like seeing something incredible.

He clearly remembered what it was like to be in the last night when he escorted people back to the cell, but in one night, those injuries were all healed, how could this be?

It's simply impossible!

The prison guard carefully examined it and was sure that he was not dazzled, Saike? Bakar's wounds were truly healed.

"Hell! Damn it! Damn it! He said three times in a row, "Hell." ”

In his opinion, this is simply an extremely absurd thing, how can a person covered in scars sleep and fully recover? If there were national medical resources, such a thing might be possible, but this is obviously in prison, where did the national medical resources come from?

The old prison guard asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The wounds on his body are gone."

"What do you mean the wounds on his body are gone?"

"That's it...... It's those wounds...... It's all good. ”

"Has anyone taken him to the doctor?"

"How is that possible!" The prison guard said: "Who dares to find trouble with the people who have been specially greeted by the warden?" ”

Tang Fang suddenly opened his mouth to interrupt the conversation between the two: "Do you want to go?" If I'm not in a hurry to leave, I'll go back to sleep. ”

The old prison guard hated the root of his teeth, considering that the order passed down from above that the person should be transported to the designated place before noon, and it was best not to cause unnecessary trouble, so he could only endure this breath, burst out of his mouth with the word "go", and escorted the two out of the cell. (To be continued.) )

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