Zhuang Yingzi listened to Dai Tianshi's demonic whisper, and it was hard to imagine how much information collided in this closed window's brain.

The impression in Dai Tianshi's mind is different from that of ordinary people, he has never seen the light, and the images he sketches are entirely created by the senses. If a discerning person were allowed to enter his world, most of them would think that they had entered an abstract painting.

For Dai Tianshi, this world is a harmonious and perfect world, everything follows logic, and any point that violates logic will become a torch in the night.

At this moment, a faceless woman was holding a torch and walking towards Dai Tianshi step by step.

She has long hair, is dressed in white, and has a white-sequined face with "mockery" written on it.

Behind her was the lavish villa, surrounded by all kinds of brilliance, but inside it was rotten wood and blood floating.

Dai Tianshi saw the prominent "evening sunshine small building", which was dull and lifeless, like stone figures on both sides of the Shinto Road of the mausoleum.

Walking inside, there are clumps of bamboo trees of different heights, and the spots on the bamboo poles are like elongated spirits, struggling with hunger and thirst.

In the front yard, the main building flashed through Dai Tianshi's mind, and in an instant, he was already standing in the kitchen that wafted with the smell of blood and glowing ammonia.

A woman stands by the sink, shaking her head to inaudible music.

Dai Tianshi stood behind her, looking at her in a daze.

Suddenly, a man rushed in, let out a senseless roar, picked up the stick in his hand, and struck at the frightened woman.

After only one hit, the man stopped and looked at Dai Tianshi with a confused face.

Dai Tianshi tapped his palm with his cane, and when he looked over again, the stick in the man's hand turned into a dagger.

The man was still puzzled, holding the dagger and not knowing what to do.

The dagger became a dinner knife, the dinner knife became a rolling pin, and the rolling pin became a hammer......

The woman squatted on the ground and began to laugh, looking up and asking Dai Tianshi, "What did he use to kill me?" ”

"Why should I kill her?" The man stretched out his hands towards Dai Tianshi: "If I am a husband with a tendency to domestic violence, and I am already obsessed with the pleasure of using violence, why should I kill her?" I'm just going to hit her, kick her, jam her neck...... But I don't need her dead! ”

Dai Tianshi stared at the man: "You are no longer satisfied with these, you want more exciting ...... You're going to torture her to death. ”

"Then why am I in the kitchen? There are iron pots and shovels in the kitchen, and there are dishes, chopsticks, knives and forks, why should I do it in such a place where she may be hurt by her counterattack at any time? Don't I need to brew my feelings and let my anger unleash a little more freely? The man asked rhetorically.

Dai Tianshi let go of his cane, and the cane floated in the air, as if there was another invisible hand holding it.

The ten fingers pressed against each other one by one, pressing out a succession of snaps.

"Indeed, you don't have to kill her." Dai Tianshi took a step back and looked at the twenty-square-meter kitchen.

"It's big enough to cook here, but it's a little less violent and venting." Dai Tianshi beckoned to the cane, and the cane slowly returned to his hand.

He wiped his cane in the air, and the entire space seemed to be erased, revealing a blank space.

When the light and shadow flowed and the blank space was filled again, *** was in the corner of the kitchen, looking at the woman on the ground in a daze.

The woman lay in a pool of blood, one hand running boredly around her hair.

"Do something!" Dai Tianshi shouted at the man.

The man spread his hands: "No matter what I do, the soles of my shoes will get blood on them, and then I will walk all over the house!" I'm not stupid! ”

Dai Tianshi couldn't deny the man's words, and couldn't help but start beating his head with a cane.

Finally he gave up and waved his cane again, erasing the scene completely.

The light and shadow swirled like a whirlpool, and finally the world was reconstructed.

In the neat kitchen, the woman used a syringe to draw out her veins and shoot it on the floor, drying it off. After doing all this, she drew a door on the wall, turned back to Dai Tianshi, who was standing on the side, smiled charmingly, and stepped into the door.

The door slammed shut, fading away.

Dai Tianshi rushed to the wall in two steps, touched the wall, and hit it with his head: "You come out for me!" ”

"Come out! Come out! ”

"Watch out for that madman!"

The surrounding sounds rushed into Dai Tianshi's eardrums, and there was a bang, the sound of the car, the noise of the engine, the shouting of the crowd, and his own breathing...... Almost at the same time, it broke into the ear drum, almost causing Dai Tianshi's head to burst.

"Are you alright?" Zhuang Yingzi's voice calmed Dai Tianshi a lot.

A cold wet towel was attached to Dai Tianshi's head, his hands were soft, and the smell was also very familiar, it was Zhuang Yingzi who was wiping his sweat.

"Little girl, come out quickly and call the mental hospital to deal with it!" The kind passenger shouted to Zhuang Yingzi.

"He's my friend! Not psychotic! Zhuang Yingzi almost roared back.

The beautiful lady suddenly burst out with the roar of a female tyrannosaurus, leaving all the onlookers speechless.

"Are you alright?" Zhuang Yingzi looked at the exhausted Dai Tianshi: "You just banged your head desperately......"

"It's okay, I had a nightmare." Dai Tianshi took the wet towel and wiped it on his face.

"You ......" Zhuang Yingzi wanted to ask: Is there really no history of mental illness? But when it came to his lips, it became: "What are you thinking?" ”

"I saw that Dai Wanqing was not dead." Dai Tianshi said calmly: "She didn't die, she just left." ”

The room was air-conditioned, and there was a jar of iced tea with droplets of water on the table.

Zhuang Yingzi changed into pajamas and sat cross-legged in front of the computer.

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The D document has been open for a long time, but Zhuang Yingzi can't write a word.

It's not that there's nothing to write about, it's that there's so much stuff in a mess that I don't know where to start.

Especially Dai Tianshi's sentence in the car: "She didn't die, she just left." ”

How should this be interpreted? Is it really true that the premise that Dai Wanqing is dead is completely denied, but what is the basis for the denial?

Zhuang Yingzi inserted her hands into her head full of black hair, and scratched it as if she was venting, and her whole face was swollen and red.

Finally, she jumped out of her chair and rushed out of the room, through the living room, and into her parents' study.

The two high school teachers were not grading homework or preparing lessons, but were watching an urban romantic comedy on a computer screen with their heads in front of each other, smiling brightly.

Seeing their daughter rushing in, both of them were a little embarrassed, and Teacher Zhuang almost put the monitor directly on the table.

"Dad, Mom, lend me 3,000 yuan." Zhuang Yingzi instantly returned to the age of ten, and said pitifully.

This is the privilege of the little padded jacket, as long as you pretend to be pitiful, you will be invincible.

"Three thousand?"