Writer's Revolt
"Good morning." At six forty in the morning, Wen Yifan slowly walked down from the second floor on time, looking at the empty living room, he just smiled slightly, and came to the main kitchen.
By 8:00, everyone's breakfast must be prepared, which is a rule that must be followed.
Eighty minutes, prepare breakfast for 14 people, there is plenty of time, you can think about how to match the nutrition of the three meals today.
After slowly wrapping himself in a white apron and checking his whole body to make sure that some water stains did not stain his suit, he put on rubber gloves and walked to the cupboard to carefully select the ingredients, his hair had already been fixed to the back with hairspray - it was rude to fall a hair in the middle of a meal.
Just last night, he received a call from Yunxiang, it was Yan Feng.
Turning on the faucet of the sink and cleaning all the ingredients, Wen Yifan slowly picked up the cutting board, as if thinking about something.
Maybe scrambled ham with eggs is a good choice?
Turning on the hood, he poured a little olive oil into the pot, and he should not eat anything too greasy in the morning, so the amount of oil needs to be strictly controlled.
Cutting two lemons, the delicate knife perfectly shaves off the skin of the lemon, leaving no white edges – that would give off a bitter taste and affect the taste.
Lemonade is a good drink to get in touch with the greasy feeling.
On the other end of the phone last night, Yan Feng first asked about his trip with Wen Qingyu and his location. Of course, Wen Yifan took out the words that he had prepared a long time ago and recited them completely, without leaking, but without telling the truth.
After learning that Wen Yifan's current location was in Sichuanzhong, which is a three-hour drive from Yunxiang by high-speed rail, he first asked Wen Yifan if it was not very important, and after receiving a negative answer, he made a request to trouble him to come to Yunxiang.
"Shhh
After hearing that Xu Wenxin's situation was very unoptimistic, he first expressed his concern, and after weighing the pros and cons, he finally decided to rush to Yunxiang to help Xu Wenxin with psychological treatment in the last three days - the dislike of psychiatrists will make the treatment process very unsmooth, and even counterproductive, which is why Xiang Haisheng did not take the lead in psychotherapy for her.
Trust is the greatest enabler in the treatment process.
But if that's the case, then maybe the game needs to end in a short period of time. If you want to end it in a short period of time, maybe the rules will have to change a little bit......
Turning off the range hood, Wen Yifan slowly took out the prepared food, and divided the amount of no more, no less, exactly fourteen servings.
Perhaps, it's time for this game to come to an end......
In an instant, Wen Yifan suddenly dodged to the left, and at the same time, his hands quickly reached behind his back, untied the entire apron, and wrapped it around his wrists.
A sharp knife appeared where he found himself standing.
"That's your choice?" Wen Yifan's gaze slowly swept towards the seven people who were walking towards this side, and there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
"I want to try to resist more than to be slaughtered." Zhang Yu chuckled and walked over, "How is it?" Mr. Houseowner? Do you still like this gift? ”
"Everybody has a knife, and it looks like you're really well prepared." Wen Yifan smiled, "Did you choose the morning because you observed that I wear a suit every morning?" ”
"That's right, the suit is very constrained during the battle, and it doesn't seem like you have a gun with you." Zhang Zijie sneered, "Thanks to Officer Zhang, I realized that you are also a human being, and if you are killed, you will also die, and that is enough!" ”
"Really? This is indeed a sad fact. Wen Yifan sighed, "Seven people are indeed a force to be reckoned with. ”
"It looks like you're a bastard but not surprised at all, which is a bit of a surprise to me." Yu Tao twisted his neck. "Is it that we are accustomed to speculating on the thoughts of others with the greatest malice, and thus have already anticipated this day?"
"On the contrary, Doctor Yu," Wen Yifan's facial expression still looked unfazed, "whether it is to speculate on others with the greatest malice, or to speculate on others with the greatest kindness, it is a very unscrupulous approach." ”
"What I prefer to do is to speculate on the inner state of this person through the micro-expressions and various details he showed when I first met him, and of course there will be some tentative questions, of course, I will not let him find out." Wen Yifan slowly picked up a fruit knife, and the seven people approached slowly, already in a state of encirclement, "Therefore, for people's mental simulations, I can always guess their thoughts very accurately, according to my speculation, it is time for you to resist, but ......"
"Maybe this rebellion has some other intentions." Wen Yifan turned around and looked at the seven people who were gradually narrowing the encirclement with a smile: "Seven people, do you feel that you can win?" ”
Obviously, Zhang Yu didn't want to talk too much nonsense with him, but shouted: "Do it!" ”
The first to rush forward was Yu Hao, who was holding a sharp dagger and fiercely attacked Wen Yifan.
Seeing this, Wen Yifan didn't entangle with him too much, just turned on his side, and climbed onto the kitchen table, and then he quickly jumped towards the space on the right, and quickly turned around after landing on the ground, facing the seven people who were running here.
Even a killer will not be able to guarantee that he will not be harmed by a sharp knife stabbed from seven different directions, so getting out of the encirclement is the first priority.
"Don't go up one by one, seven people separate and go up together, surround him!" Zhang Yu shouted loudly.
"I really don't have any way to live." Wen Yifan smiled bitterly, randomly held the knife in his right hand, flicked his wrist slightly, and a touch of silver light quickly slashed in front of everyone's eyes, accurately piercing Yu Hao's neck.
The gun shot the first bird, and the first deceased appeared.
"Up! He's out of knives! Zhang Zijie shouted loudly, and he was the first to speed up his pace and rush towards Wen Yifan.
"Don't go!" Seeing this, Zhang Yu scolded in his heart, "Let's go together!" ”
But it was too late, Zhang Zijie had already rushed in front of him first, and it was a fierce knife, but this time Wen Yifan just turned to the side lightly, and dodged the seemingly ruthless knife, and then grabbed Zhang Zijie's knife-holding hand with both hands and pressed it down, and his right leg was raised to form a fulcrum, and with a "click-" sound, his right arm twisted into a terrifying shape.
"Ahh
Everything is long to say, but it actually happened in a moment, less than two seconds after Yu Hao was killed, another wounded person was added between the seven people.
But two seconds was enough time for them to surround him, and in the next second, five sharp knives blocked all his retreats, stabbing towards his five vital points!
Wen Yifan's eyes were solemn, and in an instant, he picked up Zhang Zijie, who was lying on the ground half-dead, and used him as a shield to block the three knives that targeted the abdomen, heart and head, and then discarded the sharp knife that was originally snatched, and his left hand was like a sensitive poisonous snake poking out, bypassing the blade piercing the temple, the index finger and thumb stretched out, and clasped the two small holes in Yu Tao's wrist, and then pushed the palm of his hand, forming an anti-joint, and the right hand quickly held the blade that went straight to his throat- The palm of his hand was wrapped around the apron that had just been tied.
"Uh-" Under the anti-joint, Yu Tao was in pain, and subconsciously let go of the right hand holding the sharp knife, Wen Yifan saw that his left hand quickly let go, and after catching the blade, he quickly wiped it towards Yu Tao's neck, and then took the right hand that grabbed the blade as the center of the circle, and quickly dodged behind Hu Yangchun, and the right hand holding the blade immediately held his wrist, followed by a shoulder fall, followed by a silver light crossing.
broke through and killed two more people.
Blood gushed from Yu Tao and Hu Yangchun's necks, a clean and unhurried wound.
And that Zhang Zijie, a knife happened to be pierced in his heart, and now he can't live.
Of the seven, only three remained.
"I'll fight with you!" Deng Guang gritted his teeth, and then the three of them rushed towards Wen Yifan again.
"Even if there are three people, the threat is still very high with a sharp knife in hand." Wen Yifan smiled, because he obviously felt that the three of them began to become constrained in this attack, as if the original courage was now gone, with the continuous positioning, dodging, and constantly changing their positions and distances, the tight encirclement of the three of them was broken through again and again.
Another sharp knife struck, this time, Wen Yifan did not dodge again, he was holding the handle of the knife in his left hand, and quickly met the blade that stabbed, as the blades of the two sharp knives staggered, Wen Yifan quickly rotated his wrist, and at the right-angle angle formed by the handle and the blade, Wen Yifan's sharp knife instantly stuck to the attacking blade and sealed the opponent's line.
Without giving Sun Liwen a chance to react, he leaned to the right side, grabbed the former's forehead with his right hand and pressed it back, exposing his fragile neck, and then the blade of his left hand occupied the line of the opponent's stabbing and swung towards his neck.
Another clean throat cut.
Today, there are only two people left in the living room.
"You two, do you still think it's possible to defeat me?" Wen Yifan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "It's come to this point, Officer Zhang, your purpose should have been achieved!" ”
"Yes, my goal has been achieved, thank you for your cooperation." Zhang Yu smiled, looked at Deng Guang, who was looking at him in horror, and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, Mr. Deng, shouldn't it be common sense to clear the field during the decisive battle?" ”