Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

Lying in the room, Zhao Cheng felt a little dazed when he thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang. In fact, his grades were good earlier, otherwise he would not have been admitted to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

It's just that after Zhao Xiaoxiang suddenly developed a strange disease, and was told by the doctor that Zhao Xiaoxiang would not live for long, his mentality collapsed directly.

In fact, it can’t be considered a collapse, but it’s like saying this, I suddenly feel that a life that follows the rules is meaningless, and people are going to die after all, so it’s better to do more things that you want to do.

And does he like to study? !

Naturally, he didn't like it. In the past, he forced himself to study, so his grades were not bad. After he figured it out later, he didn't force him anymore.

Indeed, many people say that if you don't study hard now, you will regret it in the future, but the premise of regretting is to have a future.

In the past, he also ridiculed people who are drunk today, feeling that they are too decadent, but now, every day is the most important thing.

Just like Zhao Xiaoxiang, before she got sick, everyone thought she would have a bright future, because she was a genius in the true sense, she learned everything quickly, and her grades were stable at the top of her grade all year round.

And her own personality will also be cheerful, lively and strong, and good-looking, a standard template for a winner in life.

But now? !

Her studies have been interrupted, and even going out is a problem, and she is even thinner and out of shape. Although she is still optimistic, how can she really be happy in this situation...

Sometimes, he really hopes that the superpowers and supermen in those stories are real, so that maybe Zhao Xiaoxiang's illness can be cured.

But the reality is that this is an ordinary world, with powerful weapons that can even destroy a city with a single blow, and genetic technology that eliminates many diseases, but only for things like spirit, there is no result.

Indeed, science has proved that the spirit does exist, and it is classified as the information state of life, but it is only a recognition of its existence. If you really want to achieve results, it is impossible to be so fast.

In fact, Zhao Xiaoxiang's disease is not a unique case. It has been recorded in recent decades that there are not a few people suffering from this disease. The reason why not many people know about it is because the world is too big and there are too many people. .

Zhao Cheng thought of Zhao Xiaoxiang's paintings again, if he could be like Zhao Xiaoxiang's dream, this problem must not be a problem for him.

Unfortunately, dreams are just dreams after all.

He didn't know how many times he had dreamed that the family was complete, but the reality was that there was an important member of the family who might leave at any time.

Zhao Cheng didn't know what his future life would be like if Zhao Xiaoxiang was gone.

He didn't dare to imagine in detail, he just thought that he should be very sad, and he didn't dare to think about how sad he was.

If only there were miracles in the world...

Thinking in his heart, Zhao Cheng fell asleep in a daze.

...

In the middle of the night, Zhao Cheng suddenly felt a chill, and even smelled a rotten smell.

At the same time, the world suddenly became quiet. He woke up in the middle of his sleep. Although he was separated by walls and glass, he could still hear the faint sound of car engines coming from outside, as well as some people who stayed up most of the night and drank outside. , generally go home, while playing the sound of drunken madness.

Of course, the latter is a small probability event, but the former is the norm.

Zhao Cheng felt something was wrong, it was too quiet!

Then, he wondered if he was dreaming.

But gradually, he heard a rustling sound, which seemed to be insects crawling and biting in the wall.

But how is this possible? !

Not to mention that this community has only been built for less than ten years. The most important thing is that Mrs. Zhao is a clean freak. Let alone bugs in the house, there is not even a little bit of dust in the corners.

Furthermore, he felt that something was wrong with the quilt on his body.

He tried to open his eyes slowly, the room was very dark, it was abnormally dark, and more importantly, at some point, the door of his room was opened a crack, the coolness he felt came from the crack of the door came.

With a little bit of twilight, he saw the old bedding on his body, and the rotten smell came from above.

Am I dreaming? !

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but have such an idea.

He tried to turn on the light, but found that the light could not be turned on at all, it seemed that the power was out.

He picked up the phone, turned on the screen of the phone, and used the phone to illuminate it, but he suddenly found that the screen saver of his phone had turned into a bloody skull.

And following his gaze, the skull suddenly grew bigger, as if it was about to jump out of the phone screen, and then, many big bloody "death" characters appeared on the phone.

"ah!"

Zhao Cheng was so frightened that he threw the phone out reflexively, but then realized that the phone was very expensive, and if it broke, it would be a big problem.

And at this moment, with the help of the light on the mobile phone screen, Zhao Cheng finally saw the crack in the door, the scene behind the gap about a palm width, where the thin Zhao Xiaoxiang was standing quietly at the door , who seemed to be holding a kitchen knife in his hand, his eyes turned red under the light of the phone.

Afterwards, Zhao Xiaoxiang teleported directly in front of Zhao Cheng at an incredible speed, and Zhao Cheng smelled a strong smell of blood, followed by a cold blade.

hum!

Zhao Cheng bounced off the bed directly, his head was still buzzing, and his heart was beating extremely violently.

In the room, it was very bright at the moment, the sun had already risen, and there was a faint noise from outside. All these undoubtedly proved that he was living in the dimension called reality at the moment.

"Is it a dream..."

"It's just this dream, it feels too real..."

Zhao Cheng murmured, with lingering fears in his heart.

He looked at his arm, it was intact, but in the dream, Zhao Xiaoxiang first cut his throat with a knife, and then dismembered him.

Seeing the complete self, Zhao Cheng felt that he must have thought too much.

In the end, there was still a knock on the door, which broke Zhao Cheng's contemplation.

It was Zhao's mother who made breakfast and asked Zhao Cheng to eat it.

Breakfast is simple, toast, oatmeal, poached eggs, and a bag of fresh milk...

At this point, Zhao's father had already served the table, while Zhao Xiaoxiang was still sleeping. Because of her mental weakness, she had to sleep for more than fourteen hours a day, and the time for activities was very short.

When Zhao Xiaoxiang was not present, the atmosphere at home was very low.

Before Zhao Xiaoxiang's illness, the atmosphere at home was not like this. At that time, Zhao's father always provoked Zhao Cheng, saying that he, as an older brother, was not as good as his own sister, and then Zhao's mother was there to smooth things over.

As for Zhao Xiaoxiang, he usually doesn't speak, but just looks at Zhao Cheng with air, as if to say, look at you, you are a weak chicken...

After that, Zhao Cheng went to school as usual. Today is already Thursday, and the next three days are all holidays.

This day, because of last night's dream, Zhao Cheng spent less time watching Belvia.

However, he didn't take that dream too seriously.

Until, he woke up in the middle of the night, and was shocked to find that the dream continued again...