I Rely on Kisses to Clear Survival Games

The faint rose aroma spread in the air, and Cheng Zhichu suddenly felt a strong dizziness, and his eyes were black and almost fainted.

When he opened his eyes and his vision returned to normal, he suddenly found himself standing in the blooming rose sea. The red petals fluttered in the sky, and the breeze was full of rich and intense fragrance.

"Know the beginning, come over, see how this photo Dad took for you?"

At this time, Cheng Zhichu discovered that his body was not under his control. He seemed to be staying in the body of another person. He heard the familiar call and the body owner’s line of sight moved. Then Cheng Zhichu saw that it was still very young. Dad, Dad is holding a digital camera in his hand and reveals a gentle smile to him.

dad? Why is he here?

Cheng Zhichu stunned, and then he realized that his vision was very low, and his voice was quite tender: "Okay, Dad, I am coming out."

Then the line of sight went down, and Cheng Zhichu saw a pair of white and tender little hands, carefully pulling the rose away, not letting the thorns stick to himself, moving slowly and outward.

Is this your own childhood?

Cheng Zhichu suddenly remembered the portrait he saw before he was in a coma. He stood in the middle of the rose sea in the painting, his smile was bright, his eyes were pure and clear, and he was not dyed.

Is he now in the world of painting, and attached to his own body as a child?

What about the game of hide and seek? The ghost once mentioned that the place where the game is played is not in the villa, but in another place. If it refers to the world in the painting, now he can't gain control of the body. How to play the game?

And there seems to be a lot of people here. Who the ghost has turned into, and which "person" does he want to hide?

At this time, there was a wind blowing in the air. In the vision of Cheng Zhichu, the petals changed shape in an instant, and some words were formed faintly.

Now that the game hasn't started yet, you will gain control of your body after the countdown is over, but it's not the time.

During this time, you will know what you are hiding.

You can guess who the "person" you are hiding.

Cheng Zhichu was a little nervous, trying to open the system backpack, and calling the system and the bear, but did not get a response, the petals changed the way they arranged, and formed a new statement.

Don't try to call "it" again, it doesn't make sense.

The rules here are equally valid for you and me, we can only use the power as a "person."

You can only rely on yourself.

In other words, after that he will run away with the body of this little child?

Cheng Zhichu was so deep in his heart that after he read the text, the petals collapsed into shape and melted into the wind.

However, tourists near Huahai seem to know nothing about this weird phenomenon, and still enjoy enjoying this rare beauty.

The boy also did not notice the weirdness of the petals. After taking the photo, he happily rushed into his father's arms and took a digital camera to look back and forth at the photo, until Dad said that he should take photos of his sister. The camera handed it to Dad, standing next to it.

"Lingling, you are standing in the flowers like your brother, but don't go too far, don't step on the flowers. Also, be careful of the spikes on the stems."

"Ok!"

The younger girl, who is younger than the boy, nodded, stood in the flowers, and had a sweet smile on her face. She pulled up the skirt of the veil and put a very cute gesture for her father to take pictures of her.

At this time, she did not notice the protrusion of the clods under her feet, accidentally stepped on it, suddenly slammed her body and fell to the ground.

"Lingling, are you okay?" The mother, who was already smiling, immediately revealed the color of concern and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, but fortunately I didn't sit on these flowers!"

The little girl smiled and responded to her mother. She patted the soil on her body and stood up. She saw that the rose was not hurt by her, and she quietly sighed.

When observing the rose, she suddenly saw a small piece of white under the flower. Because she didn't know what it was, she cried up curiously and found it to be a very hard thing, like a stone, but surrounded by jaggedness. The uneven edges are more like the fragments left after the hard object breaks.

"Look, what is this?"

The little girl picked up the pieces and gave them to the family. Cheng Zhichu saw this thing through his young self, and suddenly he was shocked because it was like a cracked bone.

"This seems to be a bone...?"

After the two adults studied it, they also got the same conclusion as Cheng Zhichu. The two children immediately became curious and asked why there would be bone fragments here.

Dad thought about it and said with a smile: "There may be an ancient tomb with a lot of treasures buried inside - haha, this is a joke. In fact, this should be the bone that was accidentally brought here. We are not very clear."

The family laughed, but Cheng Zhichu didn't think so. The ghost brought him here, and let him see these scenes, which means that this piece of bone is likely to be human bones. Maybe it will be buried under the flowers, and maybe even more than one.

... Is it related to the ghosts of the children? Thinking so, his mood has added a bit of heaviness.

He also wanted to see a few more bone fragments, but the two adults let the girl throw the bones back into the distance, and took the children away, so that he did not have the opportunity to see.

The two adults took pictures of each other and praised each other's photos very well. Mom was embarrassed by her father, but she was very happy. She smiled and said: "The scenery here is good, we are very lucky, we can make an appointment to enter the place."

"Yes." Dad said, "I have heard that Zhou Luochen lives in this villa area. If I can see his real person, I have no regrets this time. You know, I always like his paintings. ......"

"Look there, there seems to be a group of children who are sketching?"

My mother suddenly looked to somewhere and pointed to the other side and said: "There is another adult who seems to be a teacher guiding them. You see, is that person a bit like Zhou Luochen?"

"It’s really, it’s Zhou Luochen himself!"

Dad carefully observed for a while and said with surprise and joy: "Would we like to talk to him in the past?"

"You go first with the first time. I took Lingling to find a nearby bathroom. She just said that she wants to go to the toilet. We will come back to you later."

"Well, you are going back soon." Dad said to the boy, "I know, go, Dad will take you to see the painter that Dad likes very much."

The boy nodded, took his father's hand, walked on the road, crossed the flowers, and came to the man. The young man named Zhou Luochen has a beautiful eyebrow and a clean temperament, but it seems to contain a bit of melancholy. He is gently bending down to guide a young boy's paintings.

"Is it your teacher, Zhou Luochen Zhou?"

"Yes, I am Zhou Luochen, may I ask you-"

Upon hearing the boy's father's voice, Zhou Luochen got up and turned to them, and the handsome boy who painted also raised his head.

When their eyes fell on the boy, they showed a very strange look. Zhou Luochen even forgot to talk and looked at the boy slyly. His eyes gradually lit up and he was a little bit weird.

It wasn't until the boy hid behind his father that he seemed to wake up from his dreams. He smiled a little and apologized. He said to the boy's father: "Sorry, hello, I am Zhou Luochen."

"You, hello, Teacher Zhou!"

When I saw the painter I liked, the man was very excited, and even some were at a loss. He talked with the man: "I always like your painting..."

"That is my honor..."

"..."

The two of them talked very happily, and the boy stood in the same place with some boringness. The handsome young boy put down the drawing board and squatted beside him. He looked at him with a gimmick, and he murmured suspiciously.

"Like, it’s too much like...you are exactly the same as the child in my cousin’s painting. It’s clear that he said that it was his dream when he dreamed. Did he always lie to us?”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." The boy grinned and was confused.

"I will explain it to you again. I have to call my cousin first, but where is he now?"

The teenager grabbed his hair and looked irritated: "Who told him to have to skip this class, without a mobile phone, and do not know where to hide, if I let you go so far, I will know him later, he I have to kill me."

He said that he could no longer stay, and even the drawing board did not take it. He got up and sneaked away, but he was stopped by Zhou Luochen.

"I am sorry, where are you going?" Zhou Luochen asked faintly.

"Zhou teacher... I am not going to skip classes, you have seen it, my paintings are basically finished." The boy figured up and turned around, and Ai Ai explained, "I just thought, cousin him-"

"Then you go to guide Ruolin, don't leave here."

Zhou Luochen said, the faint gaze fell back to Cheng Zhichu, and slowly said: "Bai Yi will have a chance to see him later."

"……is teacher."

The teenager reluctantly obeyed Zhou Luochen’s request and went to a girl. When he went, he looked at the boy one step at a time and whispered: "Really like..."

What is Bai Xuechang saying about him? Like the picture painted by Bai Yi? So Bai Yi had seen him before and painted his portraits?

Not only the young boy was confused, but even Cheng Zhichu was puzzled. He still hadn't figured out what the setting was in this copy, and what relationship it had with Bai Yi.

He didn't think that these were the real things. After all, he had never been to C City before. Bai Yi and Bai Xixing didn't know him before, but because this copy is familiar, he doesn't feel very good now. Always annoyed.

"Sorry, Mr. Cheng, this child is my student. He is a little mischievous and makes you laugh."

Zhou Luochen let the young man go to the girl, and smiled back at the boy's father, and touched the boy's hair, saying: "This is your child? What is his name?"

"Yes, he is my son, Cheng Zhichu, I have a little daughter, called Lingling, three years younger than him." The man pulled the child's hand, "Come on, please say hello to Zhou Shushu."

"Uncle Zhou is good." The boy screamed.

"Good boy."

Zhou Luochen smiled and handed out a piece of chocolate and handed it to the boy: "Is it boring here? You can go anywhere, but remember not to go too far."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

The boy took the sugar, softly thanked him, and ate the chocolate. After getting permission from the two adults, he returned to the rose.

He was very curious about the bone piece just now. He wants to go back and see if there is an underground treasure, he must dig up the treasure and become an archaeologist as powerful as on TV.

But... why did he suddenly feel so sleepy...

The line of sight suddenly began to spin up, the boy was weak, and he fell into the flowers with dizziness, and the **** red color occupied all his sight.

In this fascinating sweet aroma, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a rosy dream, and seemed to never wake up again.

......

Cheng Zhichu was also affected by this strong dizziness, and almost stunned in the past, but after a while, he did not fall into a drow, but reawakened.

As the boy slept soundly, Cheng Zhichu, who needed his sight, could not see anything, and his eyes were dark, but fortunately, the remaining senses continued to function.

It is a problem with the chocolate given by Zhou Luochen!

Recalling the strange look of Zhou Luochen when he saw himself, although he already felt that this person was not quite right, Cheng Zhichu did not expect that he would be so mad and directly give the child medicine in front of the parents.

But even if he thought of this at the time, he couldn't speak or control his body, he could only watch it. I don't know how long it took. He began to hear his parents yelling at his name anxiously. It seems that he has disappeared.

"Know the beginning? Know the beginning -!"

Cheng Zhichu also heard Zhou Luochen's voice, and he seemed to know where he was falling and was gradually approaching him. It didn't take long for the footsteps to hear him.

"There is no place here."

He heard Zhou Luochen say this, and suddenly his heart burst into cold, as if he had vaguely understood who he was going to hide.

......

In the faint sorrow, the boy felt a darkness in front of his eyes, his hands and feet were tied, his mouth was covered with tape, and there was a slight bump under his body, and the sound of the car whistling was also heard.

Is he in the back compartment...?

"Good Mr. Zhou, welcome back to the 'Rose Manor'..."

The boy gradually realized that he was wrong, wanted to struggle and ask for help, but could not resist the strong sleepiness, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

......

As the effect progressed, the boy lying in bed suddenly woke up, sat up at once, and the velvet on his body was slipped to his waist, and he was alarmed by the young man who was sitting next to the book.

"you're awake?"

Zhou Luochen took off his glasses and gently closed the book on his lap. He placed it on the coffee table, folded his legs, and sat elegant. He smiled at the boy: "You have slept for a long time, how is it?"

"The head is a little dizzy..."

The boy saw Zhou Shushu, who was just met, not a stranger. Although he was still a little uneasy, he relaxed a lot and grabbed the quilt and whispered: "Uncle Zhou, are there only two of us here, my father and mother and my sister? Where are you?"

"This is the home of my uncle, your family is outside." Zhou Luochen smiled. "You are asleep, your family will leave you to rest, rest assured, my uncle will take care of you."

"Thank you, uncle, but don't bother you, I want to go to Mom and Dad."

I couldn't see my parents, the boy was still a little scared, and the room was very strange. Although the decoration was luxurious, there was no window. It was not clear during the day or night, and it was blocked by a thick black curtain. The back was full of roses. The scent is accompanied by a weird smell.

The boy opened the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but he was held down by Zhou Luochen. Although he did not use much force, the strength of the adult man was not that the child could resist. The boy could not get out of bed and could only sit back on the bed.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, full of smiles, and said to him: "When you know the beginning, where do you want to go? Rest here, the uncle will take care of you. Come, you reach out."

I don't know why, obviously his tone is very gentle, but the boy is not stunned, his face becomes pale, his hands twitched and he was gently held in his hand by Zhou Luochen.

"……uncle?"

"I know that my fingernails are a bit long, and my uncle is helping you cut your nails."

Zhou Luochen took the nail clipper on the bedside table, regardless of the boy's weak resistance, but pinched his soft fingers, "squeaky" and cut a little fingernail with a nail clipper.

"You don't move, or I might hurt you."

"..."

“It’s boring? Let me tell you a story.”

Zhou Luochen lowered his eyelids, his movements were very gentle, his lips contained a smile, and his voice was low: "Do you believe that a person's dream will one day become a reality? - Or, one will dream that he has never Things that have been seen, and such things are real in the world."

"Although I am a painter, I never believe in this kind of thing, but today, I actually saw the people in my dreams appear in reality."

"I have a student. He is a genius. He can only describe him with the word 'perfect.' No one can be compared with him. He can't even be jealous of him. He only looks up because he is born. It is a unique existence."

"Maybe for this reason, his character has produced a certain degree of flaws. Although it seems normal, his heart is extremely cold and he does not easily feel emotional fluctuations."

"There is only one case where the exception is - when he mentions his dreams."

"He always dreams of the same child in his dreams and has been going on for several years."

"Although it was only his dream, but the child was so lively and lively, as if it existed in reality, he could not resist, and broke into his world in the dream."

"Time and time again and again, so of course, my students have gradually become concerned about this child."

"He watched the child grow up and could experience all the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the child in the dream. The family that the child lives in is very ordinary, but also very happy. For my students, it is something that he can't touch, but Also a real world."

"Maybe it sounds ridiculous. For him, the dream is more than reality to make him feel that he is alive."

"This child is his dream, the most embarrassing reality and the most real fantasy."

"So I suggested that he draw this child and let his dreams come into his reality."

"Ah--" the boy suddenly screamed and interrupted Zhou Luochen's words.

The nail clipper fell into the flesh, bleeding blood, and the sharpness of the fingertips made him bite his lip and couldn't help but want to retract his hand.

"Sorry, I hurt you?"

Zhou Luochen apologized, but did not let the boy take back his hand and continued to cut the nail of another finger, but this time he cut it even more, cut the boy's fingertips out of the gap, and a large drop of blood fell from the fingertips. Drop on the velvet quilt and smudge the red.

"Uncle Zhou! Oh... I don't cut it, I don't want it..."

The boy cried and cried. Zhou Luochen wiped the blood with his fingertips and looked down at the blood in his hand. He suddenly laughed softly, his chest vibrated, his laughter grew louder and louder, and he reverberated in the quiet room.

"...He painted the child and saw that he poured all his emotions."

"The painting is so beautiful, I like to be crazy, I can't help but find an excuse to bring the painting over and put it in my bedroom so I can watch it day and night."

"Time and time again, I want to shred it because it is so beautiful."

“I like beauty and I like children, but my favorite... is to destroy these pure beauty.”

"唰-"

He opened the heavy blinds, revealing the other half of the room.

The thick **** smell and the rose aroma are mixed together, and in the pupil's sharply narrow pupil, there are scenes in which several rotten young bodies are intertwined with red roses.

The brightly colored roses reflect the mottled black and red blood. The fragrant petals are not the butterflies, but the flies and mites. The beautiful branches and leaves spread from the rotting abdomen and nose and mouth, and the pus and the broken out Mucus moisturizes the growth of flower roots.

The most tempting aroma is also the most rancid taste.

The boy's fingertips blew his blood, his face was cold and sweaty, and he trembled and vomited on the bed. Zhou Luochen stood beside him, his eyes were hung, and his smile on his lips was so careless and soft.

"I thought the painting was the most beautiful. I didn't know until the moment I saw you. It turned out to be so lifeless."

"...It turned out to be you, knowing the beginning."

"The 'beauty' that I really should kill is you."

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Bai Yi's Diary · Part 40

I dreamed about the past.

......

I regret very much, why did I not think of more cruel means when I killed the man.

The author has something to say: If you have a holiday in the past few days, you will go to play something. You know, the update time and reply message are not stable (shake), but you should be able to reply to the message in time from the day after tomorrow... ...!

I said that I had a dream in the early morning, and I was too miserable in my dreams. I dreamed that I wrote such a plot, that is, Zhichu and Ji Yunxiao joined a honey juice organization, and Ji Yunxiao was persecuted, but knowing At first, I didn’t care about what happened to the other side, and I was indifferent. Then I changed my name inexplicably. I changed Bai Yi and changed it to a honey passer. In short, the plot was very poisonous. I was greatly read by readers. I was also beaten, including the big baby who was very kind to me. I also yelled at me. I cried and changed the text in my dreams, but even if I locked the text, it would be useless, or I will continue to explode me. I woke up, because I was wronged in my dreams. After I woke up, I cried qaq...

Although I completely woke up, I feel that if I write this kind of plot, even if it is broken, it should be deserved, but I will never do it. You should not be so embarrassed in the future...! ! Qaq

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