There is a dark night between your gloomy brows, and your eyes are like stars seen in the forest through the cracks in the leaves, with a cold from hundreds of millions of light years away, but the glimmer of light that has nothing to do with the blazing heat often makes me feel warm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I thought I longed for intimacy, but I was obsessed with your coldness.

Didn't I get dizzy from the start?

Qin Xin straightened his waist, straightened the bridge of his nose close to the corner of Zuo Ling's lips, closed his eyes and sniffed.

He got up and grabbed Zuo Ling's thin shoulders and knees, picked her up, and gently placed her on the sofa.

"Last time, I suggested that you don't just deal with dinner in the lab, and the result is that the crab-flavored high-energy nutrient cubes are replaced with seaweed-flavored ones." Discerning the smell on Zuo Ling's lips, Qin Xin sighed, "I'll go see what else is in the kitchen refrigerator." ”

After a while, Qin Xin's surprised voice came from the kitchen: "There is still venison, let me make a licorice venison soup." ”

"Hmm."

Zuo Ling glanced at the young man wearing an apron in front of the open kitchen counter, and it didn't take long for white mist-like water vapor to rise in front of him.

"Licorice venison soup? I haven't made it for a long time. She leaned back against the soft couch back, listening to the reassuring sound of kitchen utensils colliding, and some cloudy memories poured out of the white mist.

"I thought this apartment wasn't too bad, at least to get away with the noisy idiots...... It is clear that the Board of Trustees of Dongda is brazenly violating the human rights of students, and I refuse to live in a pigsty. ”

At the door of bedroom 101 of the White Rabbit Village Student Apartment, Zuo Ling, who was wearing a white coat and holding a suitcase, said coldly, he turned around, but found that the drunken life guide who brought him over had already lay back on the sofa, like a corpse and did not react.

At the desk in the bedroom, a young man teasing the cute piglet in the kennel looked up, his wheat-colored face and short stiff hair looking full of sunlight.

He withdrew his finger from teasing the pink pig with three brown lines on its back, and said softly, "This three-line piggy won't be here tonight." You're a new tenant, my name is Qin Xin.

Don't worry, White Rabbit Village is a little older, but definitely much better than the pigsty. He made a joke, not too small.

Zuo Ling raised his eyebrows and said: "I'm sorry, I retract my previous remarks, it's not appropriate to compare the pigsty with here, the environment of the ordinary pigsty in Qunsen may not be bad to this extent, at least there will be no inexplicable monkeys pretending to be in the pigsty." ”

The gloomy temperament became more and more obvious after these words were spoken, and Zuo Ling's beautiful facial features seemed to have a trace of black mist floating on them, and there was even a cold and dangerous aura that diffused.

The monkey in front of him did not show the same expression of fear or disgust as the group of miscellaneous fish in the academy and dormitory, and even the embarrassment and nervousness of negotiating with others did not appear.

The man named Qin Xin smiled indifferently, still sunny.

"Anyway, welcome to White Rabbit Village."

He lifted the pet crate containing the cute little pig and walked past Zuo Ling's side.

Feeling the killing intent outside the forest is really sweet after a long time.

Qin Xin, who had a sunny smile on his face, walked out of the corridor, the metal ring of the pet box in his hand had been twisted and deformed, and the cute three-line small-eared pig in the box curled up in horror and let out a low wail.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Zuo Ling stepped into the bedroom with his suitcase, and slammed the door back, naturally not caring about the situation of the man behind him.

A monkey with a smile like a mask, disgustingly hypocritical.

Like cute things, hate ugly things, this is an ordinary human being.

Disgusted with ordinary humans who fear me.

……

In the evening, a monkey named Qin Xin and a drunken dormitory keeper, Du Chuan, set up a barbecue grill in the courtyard of the apartment, shouting and roasting vegetables, fruits, and meat on the iron chisel over a charcoal fire, and a girl with brown and red hair was shouting hot while chewing on freshly grilled cumin steaks.

"Do you want a string?" The monkey came over with a skewer of meat.

Zuo Ling's gaze lingered for a moment on the tantalizing greasy barbecue steak, and said:

"What's the difference between a pig that provides carcasses for food and your cute pet pig?"

Qin Xin was stunned: "Uh, there's no difference. He hesitated for a moment, then replied.

"There's a difference, the pet pig is cuter in your eyes, so it won't be chopped and burnt." Zuo Ling turned around and walked towards the apartment, "Please swallow the roasted corpse quietly, howling at night will affect the rest of civilized people." ”

Lovely? No matter how cute it is, I just want to shred it...... Qin Xin lowered his head and buried his face in the shadows, and a sharp cold light flashed from the end of the barbecue iron drill in his hand, which was reflected in his slightly blood-colored eyes.

It took half a month to set up the laboratory in the basement of the apartment, and the connections and channels left by my mother before her death were still functioning, but many rare biological materials were priceless, and the progress of research had to be slowed down.

Zuo Ling looked expressionlessly at the red-cheeked long-snouted squirrel fixed on the experimental table, a butterfly species from the Boshan Forest in the middle of the Qun Forest, with amazing healing power.

This little fluffy thing has been furried.

The cold scalpel sliced through the squirrel's bare chin, cheeks, abdomen, and inner limbs again and again.

In order for its butterfly ability to function properly, Zuo Ling did not anesthetize it.

However, the red-cheeked long-snouted squirrel does not call loudly, and even if it is very painful, it does not attract the attention of the surrounding area like the several birds that have been tested before.

Simple repetitive operations were not difficult for Zuo Ling, and in his observations, he pondered the strange things that had happened recently.

Some of the used biomaterials were temporarily thrown into the refrigerator in the kitchen of the White Rabbit Village apartment to be processed, but they were gone.

The most suspicious is the monkey from the forestry department.

As for motivation.

Bury the remains of animals, and be moved by their own goodness and nobility and be satisfied.

Zuo Ling had seen many such people at Dongming Forestry University, among which the forest guards and the forest butterflies were the majority.

Forest rangers with similar functions to ancient hunters also have this kind of compassion, surprising hypocrisy.

The scalpel once again plunged coldly but firmly into the jaw of the long-snouted squirrel.

At eight o'clock in the evening, after the kitchen was empty, Zuo Ling went in to check the refrigerator.

Sure enough, after the monkey entered and exited the kitchen, the body of the red-cheeked snouted squirrel was gone.

The monkey in the bedroom had an ugly face and seemed to have vomited.

Because I saw the tragic situation of that cute squirrel? Scold......

After the experiment the next day, Zuo Ling "attached" the corpse of the butterfly-lipped white-lipped deer.

When the refrigerator was opened, the sacred body for burial was found to be a mixture of flesh and blood, broken entrails, and exposed connective tissue, and a foul odor. Can monkeys be scared of incontinence?

In order to make it unforgettable for you, I specially peeled out the eyeballs and put them on top.

After Qin Xin entered the kitchen, Zuo Ling observed in the dark with great interest.

He opened the refrigerator and was visibly stunned.

Zuo Ling saw an expression mixed with gore and fanaticism crawling up Qin Xin's side face, and his usual mask-like sunny smile was gone.

He excitedly reached out his hands and pulled out the mixture that looked like a demonic placenta, breathing in a rough breath and making eye contact with the top eyeball for a moment.

Observing, sniffing, then he picked up an eyeball and threw it directly into his mouth.

Grunt, Adam's apple swaying up and down.

"The white-lipped deer produced in Boshan is a butterfly species, and it tastes good." Qin Xin stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.

The carcass of the white-lipped deer was thrown on the chopping board, and without hesitation, the five fingers of both hands dug into the mass of flesh, tearing and slicing in an almost mad motion...... When the hands were completely dyed red, a plate of evenly sized venison was added to the cutting board.

"Yan Lan should have bought licorice last time and came back."

Qin Xin turned around and walked towards the refrigerator again, his bloodthirsty eyes and Zuo Ling's gaze met unexpectedly.

“…… Did you see it all just now? ”

The man with bloodied hands did not smile, did not have a hearty heart, and his mouth came out of an indifferent voice that Zuo Ling had never heard in his place.

Zuo Ling walked out of the corner of the corridor and nodded expressionlessly.

Qin Xin sneered twice, and said in an anxious and almost violent tone:

"If it makes you feel sick and have nightmares, then I can't help it. I can't understand you protectors who prefer beautiful animals, and I don't think the three-line small-eared pig that was roasted and eaten last time was cute.

Does something that looks beautiful be superior? Is it unforgivable to make you feel sick to your stomach? You are just a wretched bunch wrapped in righteous words.

Slaughter is slaughter, the jungle is the jungle, I like the straightforward way, I can't learn the warmth of the veins, if you can't stand it, you can ......"

"A tirade can be reserved for tomorrow morning's toilet, you inferior creature doesn't have as much of a presence as dandruff, where is the arrogance that makes you think I'm going to dream of you?" Zuo Ling walked into the kitchen and stared at Qin Xin's eyes.

"I'm just coming to see what's in the kitchen."

This time, Qin Xin was a little at a loss: "Eh, ah? ”

"I don't mind having a handy garbage shredder in my apartment." Zuo Ling opened the refrigerator door and pretended to be looking for food.

"The contents of the refrigerator have been eaten by Brother Chuan and Gao Ling, the girl who lives next door to us, you wait here for a while, and I'll make a licorice venison soup." Qin Xin picked up a rag and wiped his hands, and said with a smile, "Do you mind taking a hand?" ”

After a while, the white mist filled the water, and the two of them silently handled the ingredients in their hands, occasionally chatting for a word or two.

It was always Qin Xin who spoke, and then got an impatient response or two.

"So...... Aren't you scared? ”

“……”

"Zuo Ling, I can call you that. If the materials you put in the refrigerator next time have been specially handled, can you tell me first? The squirrel before, I almost threw up my stomach after eating it. ”

"Stupid."

……

"Whew, it's finally done, do you want to try it?"

Qin Xin took a long-handled round spoon, scooped out a spoonful of venison soup from the soup pot, and stopped in front of Zuo Ling.

The white vapor emanating from the top of the hot soup blurred the field of vision, and the distance between the two became unclear.

The rustic sweetness of licorice has a warm taste.

Zuo Ling Ghost was stunned, lowered his head and grabbed the edge of the round spoon in his hand.