Chapter 148: Fanwai "In the Mist"

The single bungalow stood quietly on a deep rainy night, inexplicably gloomy, only a warm light leaked out from the window on the first floor.
In the fully equipped kitchen, Zhou Yu is cooking with an apron.
After all, the family who went out for dinner tonight didn't know when he would return, he could only arrange his own dinner.
Because of the rain, Zhou Yu had no appetite, and coupled with poor cooking skills, she simply had a bag of instant noodles.
Pour the water into the pot. With the help of the intelligent kitchen and toilet, the water will turn on quickly, then put in the instant noodles and seasoning bag, and a bowl of noodles will be ready.
Although it is nourishing, it can be full.
Snapped--
The sound near the cabinet caught Zhou Yu's attention. He turned his head subconsciously, but found nothing.
The silver-colored vertical cupboard stood unscathed at the other end of the kitchen without any difference.
Frowning slightly, Zhou Yu suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness, and suspected that he was just suspicious.
It's as if he always feels spied on today, but there is no one nearby.
However, after a long day of exhaustion, he still decided to rush out the noodles and go to rest after dinner, no longer thinking about these unnecessary things.
But looking back, Zhou Yu's half-constricted eyes widened and his pupils tightened.
I saw a round and lovely poached egg lying on the noodles that were almost white and transparent, and it was particularly attractive against the red-red soup.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned off the fire gently.
It was hallucination. It was hallucination. All these were hallucinations, just because he should take medicine.
Opening his eyes again, looking at the poached egg still lying in the pot, Zhou Yu dumped it into the trash can expressionlessly.
He hates hallucinations.
After seeing the movement of Zhou Yu, the haunted ghost figure dim his eyes.
He still stood quietly beside Zhou Yu, but the white palm on his side was slowly clenched.
Why don't you like it?
Why does my brother still hate my help as before?
Why, I have changed so much, but my brother has not changed at all?
With both hands around the boy with dark hair and black eyes in front of him, the blood on the ghost's body became more red, and a heavy possessiveness flashed in his eyes.
Brother, when will you be aware of my existence and accept me?
The room temperature suddenly dropped, and the air was filled with a cold chill somewhere.
Zhou Yu was only wearing a simple sweater, and was immediately frozen to a rigid body.
Is there a problem with the house management system?
Zhou Yu picked up the operation panel of the house management system on the sofa, tentatively operated it, and raised the temperature by several degrees.
He has seen the operation of this system in the learning materials of the mental hospital before, so he can easily get started.
He has been in the psychiatric hospital for too long, long enough to lose touch with the world, and can only glimpse the development of the outside world from his books.
When he was a teenager, such an operating system was still exclusive to the rich, but he did not expect that in just six years, it had spread to this remote seaside town.
Spreading the dough out, Zhou Yu turned on the projection TV while sitting on the sofa.
"... According to the Religious Conservation Association, Almighty Church will carry out mutual aid activities within the next year ... look forward to their arrival! Blessed by Almighty God!" On the projection, the female journalist with a frantic face showed the camera with the singularity carved on his chest symbol.
Zhou Yu opened a show with an expression of indifference and did not mean to watch it seriously. He simply hated being too quiet when eating.
But looking at the projection on the female reporter's eager smile on the face and the familiar symbol on his chest, he froze, and the tableware in his hand fell to the ground.
[Blood smell lingers on the tip of the nose.
The blond teenager stared at him deadly.
On the blood-stained wall in the room, a strange symbol written in blood exudes a strange halo.
The next moment, a policeman with a firearm broke into the door, and his muzzle pointed at his temple. 】
Picking up the knife and fork on the ground, Zhou Yu turned off the TV after a moment of silence, and dumped the remaining food.
What if the truth is more obvious?
Those in charge of trials still place the charges on those they want to punish, not on the basis of the so-called truth.
Evidence can be fabricated and the truth is never known.
As he once did, he was sentenced to prison for murder in an inconclusive trial.
Handing over the dishes to the housekeeping robot, Zhou Yu rubbed his frowning eyebrows and strode upstairs with difficulty.
He should take medicine.
The double image began to appear in front of his eyes, and those forgotten memories came again.
The cold prison cell, mother Mahi's disgusted look, the judges judged coldly.
Then there was the pungent odor of disinfectant water in the hospital. He was tied to his limbs, struggling helplessly, and hoarsely called for help from his loved ones, but only in vain.
On a white diagnosis, there is a line in bold red: The patient has been diagnosed with Eric delusion, and closed treatment is recommended.
boom! !! !!
Zhou Yu's consciousness was completely in chaos, and she could no longer control her body. When she crooked her body and fell on the stairs, she passed out in a coma.
The dark-haired, dark-eyed boy fell on the stairs, his cheeks turning pale.
An eerie ghost picked up the unconscious boy, and his eyes were slightly bright after he kissed the corner of his mouth distressedly.
Looking at the tightly closed eyes in the arms of the teenager, the quietly sleeping teenager, the ghosts tightened their arms infatuatedly.
He likes his brother's fragile look now.
Because only in this way, this young man who has always been proud to be almost arrogant can be held in his arms, quiet and beautiful.
Is his brother accepted only when he is most helpless?
Yeah, only when his elder brother is most helpless will he be important!
The thoughtful ghost quickly returned the boy to the room to rest.
Looking at the teenager with a peaceful expression lying on the bed, the ghost's eyes became brighter and brighter, showing a slightly childish smile.
He knew that his brother would accept him.
Because, he came up with a good idea.
In a desperate situation where no one can ask for help, he will be the only one to rely on, won't he?
The ghostly handsome features were basketed with blood, but he couldn't hide the morbid love in his eyes.
Zhou Yu knew he was in a dream.
He is clear.
Looking at his immature palms and the gradually blurred background environment in the distance, Zhou Yu's expression was light and he didn't say a word.
This dream is different from the nightmare of the past. It is a peaceful dream.
"Xiaoyu, have you moved to a new home, are you happy?"
The young version of Mahi, who had firm skin and no wrinkles, stood in front of Zhou Yu, smiling.
Touching the ugly scar on the back of his hand, Zhou Yu turned his head expressionlessly.
At any time, this hypocritical pretending woman made him extremely disgusted.
"How many times have you said this, child! Don't show the scar!" The younger version of Mahi changed her face, and she just slapped her on Zhou Yu's face.
The scar was cut off by herself with a dagger, and the bone was deeply visible, but she insisted that it was accidentally made, and naturally she did not want to let others see it, so she was mistaken for a vicious mother.
The exquisite and cute dark-haired mixed-race boy was beaten, and his face immediately became red and swollen.
He wanted to resist this hypocritical woman, but this was a dream, not a reality, so when he slaped him just now, he couldn't move.
After all, in the real world, he was too thin at that time, and he couldn't escape the adult woman's exhausted slap.
The younger version of Mahi shook her hand in disgust, took out a quick-acting spray and sprayed it on Zhou Yu's face, and the swelling quickly disappeared.
"Don't talk nonsense for a while! I want a new beginning, not the same as before!"
Zhou Yu didn't bother to look at her, she was dreaming, and it didn't hurt.
"Hi! You're the new neighbor next door! How are you!" The uncle blonde with a beard walked over with a smile on his face.
The younger version of Mahi immediately changed her gentle and gentle face and whispered: "Yeah, we are the new occupants! Ah, this is my son Zhou Yu!"
Uncle Blond looked at Zhou Yu with a smile, and said, "Oh, what a cute little guy! What a coincidence! My family also has a son! Just that Zhou Yu is cute and hahaha!"
Speaking, Uncle Blond beckoned not far away, and a skinny blond boy came over with a timid expression.
"No! It's cute! I admire this blonde most! Not like this child! He looks so much like his father! It doesn't look like me!"
Here the two chatted cheerfully about the sky. Zhou Yu stood beside the younger version of Mahi, but felt like falling into an ice cellar.
"Come! Arnold! Call your elder brother!" Uncle Blond pushed the skinny boy hard, pushing him in front of Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu looked at all this expressionlessly, as if his soul had been frozen, and he could not move.
"... Brother." The blond boy raised his head and called out with courage. He seemed a little shy, and his face was flushed.
Don't call my brother.
Zhou Yu stepped back two steps, his eyes were cold.
First of all, you are older than me, and secondly, I don't want to have anything to do with you!
For the first time, he took complete control of himself in the dream.
He looked at the delicate-looking blond boy, his voice so cold that it seemed to fall out of scum.
"Don't come near me, Arnold!"
The ghost leaning on Zhou Yu's bed heard the slang of the sleeping teenager in his dream.
The youth's eyebrows were filled with aversion, apparently, it was from the heart that resisted everything in the dream.
After the ghost lingered for a moment, his eyes became sad, but there was a creepy morbid smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I can't meet this requirement alone, and everything else is OK."
call! call! call!
Zhou Yu woke up from his dream, with a look of awkward expression, he looked at the pajamas he put on and the soft bed under him.
Didn't he faint on the stairs before? How did you sleep in bed?
Lifting the quilt and sitting up, Zhou Yu's messy black hair hangs down softly, covering his eyes, only revealing the perfectly curved chin.
Is he sleepwalking? Or does it mean that everything before him was a dream, he didn't actually get sick?
Zhou Yu went to the table and looked at the time on the clock, nine o'clock.
He squeezed his lips, took the medicine on the table, and swallowed without drinking.
Perhaps he didn't get sick a long time ago, but now he is very ill.
Once he doesn't take medicine, he can't distinguish between reality and hallucinations, and becomes a real lunatic.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ghost! Whoo! Mom! Save me !!!"
"Damn! Mahi! Run with your kids! Run to the attic!"
Outside the attic, there was a loud scream.
Zhou Yu stagnated and looked at the door not far away.
The door wasn't strong, and it would open if you hit it at random, so the sound insulation was poor, and he could clearly hear a panic of footsteps stepping up the stairs, getting closer and closer to him.
Kaka Kaka--
Soon, the doorknob of the room door was twirled wildly, as if someone was desperate to get in.
Zhou Yu walked indifferently, and slowly put his fingers on the door handle.
He wanted to see if this time was another hallucination of him.
hiss--
A pale palm suddenly covered Zhou Yu's hand, stopping his movement.
"!!!!!!"
Zhou Yu was startled by the cold temperature in his hand, quickly retracted his hand, and looked aside.
However, there was no one beside him.
Zhou Yu stepped back cautiously, with some fear in his eyes.
Behind him, the deadly miserable ghost smiled and hugged the boy who took the initiative to retreat into his arms.
He likes such cute teenagers.
Be afraid of it a little bit, so your brother will become more cute.
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