dhibooks Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Hou Yi thought that the system space would be a small dark room, but the white lights inside were dazzling, a bit like a reception room, but the room had no decorations except for the white walls, and there were no doors or windows.
From Hou Yi's gaze, there was only a beige single sofa in front of the white wall opposite.
Hou Yi became the only living thing in the room. Ding Dong and No. 02 who rushed through the door all focused their eyes on him, watching Hou Yi leaning on the side of the sofa, sitting in a slanted position, with half of his face hidden in the into the shadows.
No. 02 thought of his master who didn't say a word, and unhappily gave instructions: "Go and perform the task."
Out of nowhere, a white fluffy ball suddenly jumped out and floated in the air, without eyes, nose and mouth, but the hair on that body was very soft and fluffy, as beautiful as freshly made cotton candy.
Hou Yi turned his face to look at Dingdong for a while, then suddenly sneered: "A silly white fur ball? Is this your real body?"
"My main body is data." Ding Dong answered solemnly at first, and then realized that this was Hou Yi's irony to it. Thinking that No. 02 was still looking at it, its hairs stood up: "This is based on your data. I like the image of the design!" It is definitely not that it loves this one!
Hou Yi frowned: "My hobbies?" When did he become a little prince and like this stuff?
Ding Dong's short answer: "I have observed that Xiao Yun's hair is very strong there."
"Pfft..." No. 02, who was on the sidelines, sprayed directly.
But Hou Yi stared and almost choked to death. He was deeply hurt by his pure natural poisonous tongue. The sharp shell was instantly pierced and turned into a bald chick. He said angrily: " Whoever said I like hairy ones, whoever said it, whoever said it! I like fierce-looking ones and sharp-toothed ones!"
Dingdong searched for the fierce-looking one with helplessness towards the host, but it still retained the thick hair. He firmly believed that Hou Yi would like it, and then he became...
a husky>
Hou Yi had a row of ellipses in his heart, and he had no strength to resist the aesthetics of his own system. His shoulders collapsed: "...I request that the memory be erased immediately."
"Okay," Ding Dong's tone became extremely brisk when he reached the field of expertise: "First of all, please open the system to confirm the completion of your task."
Hou Yi debugged his own control panel according to Ding Dong's instructions. The frame said 87% in green, and there was a red confirmation button beside it.
Hou Yi didn't know what the completion rate of 87% was, but Ding Dong used the husky's dog face to make a happy expression, which looked quite funny.
"Congratulations to the host, 87% completion will bring you generous rewards, and you will have 3 minutes of OOC time in the next world, including the author's plot."
No. 02 couldn't help complaining: "87%, the lowest completion value since my debut, are you still so happy?"
Hou Yi couldn't hear this, but Ding Dong glared at it fiercely with his fierce blue eyes to show that he couldn't hit my host: "There is another reward, the system stipulates that players with 80% completion You can choose one person to watch his ending, would you like to watch it?"
Hearing that he could see Xiao Yunlai's ending, Hou Yi tensed up again in an instant, countless colors flashed across his face, and finally returned to a depressive calm: "No, just erase my memory."
"Okay! If you click Confirm, you will be sent to the original world, and the system will also erase all your memories."
"In order for you to perform better in the next mission, before you leave, you can summarize the lessons you have learned this time and leave yourself a mission summary of no more than 100 words. We will give you this mission summary later."
"Summary?" Hou Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned around to face Ding Dong.
Only then did Ding Dong realize that his complexion was not very good, and his eyes, which were usually full of determination and expression, were dark and full of hesitation.
Hou Yi took the pen, and resolutely wrote a few bloody characters.
【Remember!Be sure not to have any feelings for any characters in the book!absolute! 】
After finishing writing, he left the system space without even staying for a second, and the husky behind... Dingdong turned back to the dog's head and glanced at No. 02, his eyes were full of pity.
"Hope to see you next time, you're still alive."
No. 02 grinned instantly: "Stop dreaming, we will never meet again! Absolutely!" After shouting, he returned to his system space angrily.
Xiao Yunlai was still sitting there.
He sat there, like a darkness that could not be corroded by light.
No. 02's anger disappeared suddenly, and it turned into a holy unicorn. It walked up to Xiao Yunlai and sat down beside Xiao Yunlai in fear, trying to describe everything he had just seen in the simplest words.
"Hou Yi knows that if he reveals his identity, he will lose his memory."
Xiao Yunlai smiled lightly.
Terrified, No. 02 quickly changed the subject: "Then master, whose ending do you want to see?"
Xiao Yunlai: "Mother Su."
No. 02 breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his master still puts his career first, even though it is a perverted and criminal career...
In the void, a scene appeared like a movie showing, the picture was in color, but the room in the scene was too dirty, there were littered clothes, food boxes, and blood stains everywhere, and I was reluctant to use electricity , the light bulb is dim, causing the whole picture to be very dim.
Mother Su knelt under this light bulb, adding another layer of suffocating darkness to the whole picture.
Suddenly, a tennis racket slashed at Su Mu's back fiercely, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on her back. The person who hit her used the side of the tennis racket with great force.
But there were countless wounds on that young hand.
"Bitch! It's you! Why didn't you get out sooner!" Su Ming's eyes were red, saliva flying everywhere: "You get out! Why don't you know how to get out? Bitch! Bitch!"
Mother Su crawled forward tremblingly, and suddenly felt a pain in her head, she fell down almost immediately, touching her bloody head in disbelief.
While his husband was laughing not far away, Su Ming sneered: "Want to leave? It's too late now." As he spoke, his eyes became confused, as if he had thought of something in his mind, for a long while , He suddenly held his head and cried again, like a lost child.
"It's all of you!" Su Ming raised his head suddenly again, his pupils shrank sharply, "It's all of you! You're the ones who killed me!"
Seeing him like this, Su Zhizhao was amused again, and exclaimed again and again: "Didn't you fucking hate me before? Su Ming, haha, aren't you fucking like me?"
"I've said it all, this woman is a slut, she won't feel comfortable if she doesn't beat her, and so do you..."
Su Ming glared at him, and slammed the tennis ball towards him with his hands, but Su Zhizhao had been paralyzed for so long and had already practiced his skills, he turned his head and dodged it, and when it was over, he smiled sinisterly. several times.
"Useless things!"
"You bastard!" Su Ming was furious, and he stood up from the wheelchair, but within a second, he fell down beside Su's mother, on all fours, in a very embarrassing fall.
Su Zhizhao was happy again, he felt that the whole world was full of fun, it was so fucking fun, this fate really took good care of their family.
As he thought about it, his vicious face gradually became vicious. He didn't pick up the tennis racket, but fucked retaliatoryly. Picked up a beer bottle and threw it at Su Ming.
With a "bang", the pain from the wine bottle did not fall on Su Ming.
After Su's mother finished protecting her son, she fell directly from him, looking up at the faint light.
A pool of blood on the ground drew a beautiful protective circle around her, Su's mother suddenly cried and laughed, and for the first time in her life, she thought about what her life was like, and why she became like this.
When she was a child, she was just a daughter.
When she grew up, she also became a mother.
But this mother can't do it anymore.
Man is a strange animal, he can love or hate, but he can hate the person he loves the most, as if the pain given by others is like catkins, and the pain given by his lover is like poppy.
It's an addictive pain, and once you're hurt, you'll never forget it.
Mother Su looked at Su Ming, and touched the handmade knife.
She wanted to take someone away at the last moment of her life.
Just when Su Ming was in a daze, the woman suddenly rushed towards Su Zhizhao. Like a beast losing her mind, she stabbed her husband's chest viciously with a utility knife. When the knife went down for the first time, she suddenly knew that she was alive. significance.
She seemed to be alive again.
A utility knife can't stab deeply, but she stabbed countless knives, and Su Zhizhao's blood was all over her head and face, but Su's mother became more and more energetic, and she felt that she was full of strength!
After being beaten for so many years, she clearly knows where the beating hurts the most and will last the longest, and it will not heal after 15 years.
When Su Zhizhao could still feel the pain, she cut off his trash with a utility knife and showed it off to Su Ming. The blood was all over her arm, but Su's mother was like a child showing off toys.
The picture is very strange, but it is unexpectedly beautiful in Xiao Yunlai's eyes.
This unilateral massacre was very long, but it seemed to be very short. After Su's mother confirmed that Su Zhizhao was dead, she stood up like a determined soldier and looked at Su Ming.
Then, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She hadn't smiled for a long time, so her smile was a little stiff.
She said, "Su Ming, mom loves you."
The picture turned into black and white, and the sound in his ears disappeared. Xiao Yunlai didn't move for a while, and then he turned around and wrote the eight characters of sensory memory and clinical hysteria on the desk.
Sensory memory, a term in psychology, commonly known as SM.
Clinical hysteria, the clinical scale in the Minnesota Multiple Personality Test, code-named HY, Hou Yi.
Together it is SM Houyi.
Xiao Yunlai threw away the pen and left the system space gracefully.
No. 02 looked at the note behind him and muttered to himself: "Sensory memory? Clinical hysteria?"
"This," he blinked, "should be fine, right?"
The author has something to say:
Thanks for the mine every day~
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