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"What's wrong?" Lin Xie felt that he was about to think of it, and he was about to touch the point that he had missed and was fatal, as long as he was giving him a little clue, he could immediately touch it.

But he was interrupted again: "What do you think, and I, as a near-black obsession, can freely enter and exit the consciousness of human beings, and not destroy his original consciousness, look, the poisonous arrow I have at hand." ”

A poisoned arrow glowing green suddenly appeared in Timo's hand, and he pointed to a fat mosquito on the ceiling, which was probably drunk with blood.

The poisonous arrow quietly left the grasp with a pop, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed the mosquito.

Mosquitoes splattered blood in all directions, and fragile souls floated with cursed archers.

"Niu Bi, a poisonous arrow that transforms consciousness can be used as a means of attack."

Lin Xie's thinking was interrupted, and he quietly listened to him pretend: "So what does it have to do with your obsession with shooting this sword?" It's really inconsequential. ”

"Proving my greatness to you will also allow you to help me find the little boy faster!"

"It's all crooked, according to what you say, everything that makes me unhappy is a reason for you to come forward." Lin Xie thought about it, too.

But my brain hurts, and I feel that whether it is the so-called "obsession bar" or "family that can control obsession", it is a gap between people, heaven and hell, and as a simple human being, I have to deal with them directly, so is I a complete grandmother?

The frolicking sound in Zhao Nianci's room disappeared, and he was sleepy, recalling that when he was about to be killed by Wang Siyu's peaked caps, he entered the state, but he couldn't touch the real side of the incident as before, there was a heavy black wall standing at the corner of his thinking, and he couldn't take a step forward.

The more I thought about it, the more dizzy my brain became, and I couldn't even stand steadily, so I could only comfort myself that I might be too tired, and I was thinking later: "I'll sleep first, you can find a place to play, do you want to turn on the TV?" ”

"Okay!" Teemo's intelligence was indeed higher than that of the hacker stewardess, and he replied excitedly.

Lin Xie turned on the TV, walked to the door of room 5DD, put his ear to the door, heard the unsteady snoring, and returned to his room with confidence.

The flight attendant was ready, and lay down next to Lin Xie as usual, Lin Xie didn't go back to the room to sleep two days ago, which seemed to make her a little lost, and her body was much more positive today, patting the blank position, as if to say: "Get in the car, boy." ”

Lin Xie knew that he couldn't drink her, this light gray obsession was sometimes simple and cute, and he helped himself unconditionally, although it sometimes made things more complicated, but because of the original intention, people didn't even have the strength to blame.

He turned off the lights and fell asleep, turning his back to the flight attendant, but he didn't force himself to recall all the obsessions.

"I used to think about the cause of death, but I never faced up to why you desperately wanted to live."

He was talking to the flight attendant, more like talking to himself without hesitation.

"You want to have a genuine smile, I'm not humorous, there's nothing funny in life, think about it, do people really smile? Probably not, all your obsessions are the most difficult, because what is sincere is indefinite, and to be honest, I have always felt that I am not steady, and the air I breathe and the road I have traveled are trying to play with my behavior, as if there is something else staring at me with purpose besides you. ”

“......”

Lin Xie felt the warm little hand slip over her stomach, and she gently and regularly patted her heart, so that the heartbeat that had always been disordered was even again.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

What's different about this thank you may be that Lin Xie not only treats politeness as a habit, but thanks her as a "person".

People who are less concerned will magnify their small kindness, and often ignore some terrible truths hidden in kindness, and indirectly blind their eyes that are good at making malicious intentions.

This is just a possibility, I hope Lin Xie is surrounded by kindness.

The night was already late, and the room enjoyed the stability after a hot day, and there were many people outside who couldn't sleep because of them.

The hacker sat in a chair in the doorway, his head resting on Jiro's knees, his handsome face always with an evil smile, and even after hearing Timo say all this, he was as calm as ever.

In fact, if they are human or not, just ask him if he can dream, because dreams will reflect a person's thoughts, greed and remembrance, obsession does not need to sleep, but if they really close their eyes and rest, will they enter a short and straightforward dream to reflect their daily thoughts.

Timo watched the TV with relish, in fact, only he knew that his eyes had been following Lin Xie's direction, and no matter how much he said that "obsession" was the way, he didn't explain why he kept looking directly at Lin Xie.

Are you afraid that he will run away?

Isn't that vision the most substantial cage, with a soft and delicate gaze that oppresses the oxygen he breathes and the space to walk......

"One Piece" was playing on TV, and Timo heard a sloppy laugh from time to time, and suddenly, he hiccuped from laughter, and the hacker watched with him.

The obsession of the two in the living room watched a hollow obsession with the lower half of the body float in front of them.

This ordinary-looking man, with this face with eight or nine similar faces from a random scoop on the street, it is estimated that no one will look at him when he shouts pitifully on the bridge that I want to die.

Because even if he is obsessed now, it can be seen from his drooping eye bags and non-existent temperament that he is living a difficult life because of this face, the difficulty is that no one cares, it is difficult to have no future, and hope is stifled by himself.

"I'm already like this anyway." He had the appearance of saying this mantra a lot.

The last time the hacker and the stewardess saw him in the guest bedroom, he was "sitting" on something, and then it seemed that there was a keyboard in front of him, so he must be in his point of view, staring at the monitor, crackling and typing.

And this time it was the hacker and Timo who saw that the time was not far apart.

At half past two in the morning, only thieves and night club staff will leave work at this point.

His natural hunchback, and only in this way can his body move around comfortably, otherwise his strong back will make passers-by think that he wants to live seriously.

According to Teemo, he is "almost white obsession", his pupils are close to white, and this body is also fluctuating, always between transparent and translucent.

"Hey, little brother." Timo sat there and shouted like the uncle, he could shout with confidence, because no one else could hear it except Lin Xie and Obsession.

Jinbai walked over in a daze, and from his expressionless face, it was not clear that he deliberately walked over without hearing.

He walked to the room where 5DD was sleeping, raised his arm, stared thoughtfully between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, then aimed at the keyhole and twisted the air.

The door didn't move, and there was no key, but he still walked in, probably from his point of view, taking the key to open the door was a key action that ran through death.

His body was not blocked by the brightly polished wooden door, and Teemo and the hackers were still watching him.

He hung in the air, hunched on his back, "sitting" in front of the white wall, estimated to be more than ten seconds, if this was a computer, then the boot time was too slow, presumably he didn't have much money to buy a good computer when he was alive.

Suddenly.

His expression changed, his nearly white eyes were cold, and he stared at the "white wall" (display screen) with vitality, and his slender ten fingers moved alternately, beating like playing a piano.

I said before that he had a face that was going to die, but after maintaining this action, he was high-spirited, and although he frowned slightly, he had the courage to fight the whole world.

Teemo sighed, slowly moving over his shaggy head.

"What an obsession, it's just nostalgia."