Chapter 64: Nightmare

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Fern, with short blond hair, knocked a thin black student to the ground with a punch.
Looking at the ugly black man who was so scared, Fern laughed happily: "Hahaha! Nigga! Shit! A raised by a bitch! Get out of here early! Don't leave me in class See you, or kill you when you look back! "
Fern's fierce threat and embarrassed face made the black man who fell on the ground terrified and could only curl up on the ground and shiver.
"Let it go, let me go ... wow!"
Fern was even more disgusted at the ugly look of this niggas.
"Hurry up!" Fern kicked him again, and the black man on the ground rolled over and hit the locker next to it.
The black man finally sobbed and raised his head, revealing his half-rotten face.
The maggot burrowed out of the crack in the flesh of his left face, and his right face was rotted to reveal a row of pale teeth and blood-red muscles. The whole rotten face was still only black eyes. Staring at Fern with a grim look on his face.
"But ... haven't you killed me ..." the black man whispered hoarsely, and the intermittent breath was like a whisper of a demon.
Fern looked at the face that was enough to arouse the deepest fear in human beings, and felt his body tremble with cold.
He shuddered, and every strand of hair from the soles of the feet to the top of his head was clamoring for danger.
"Eh-yeah, Fern, haven't you killed him?" A deep, horrifying voice came from behind Fern.
He couldn't hold back his fear, and his light brown eyes trembled, looking behind him.
A scorched face appeared in front of Fern's eyes, and the eyes of the two black holes were facing his eyes, giving him a weird smile.
Ahhhh! !! !!
Fern sat up from his bed sweating heavily, panting in horror.
It must be the devil ... Morris ... revenge is back! 】
From "Nightmare"
Lord God World
[Class A science fiction world "Fatal Infection" has been separated from the detection network! Capture failed! 】
The Lord God looked at the red warning signs in the database, and the huge data system began to run at high speed, trying to calculate a solution.
Another small world broke away from the detection network. Its data link could not hold back the departure of these worlds, but it succeeded in discovering a weird variable that caused these worlds to leave.
[Perform the anti-jamming procedure-the procedure has been executed]
[Check again—Variable has disappeared]
The Lord God checked the program again, and determined that the variables had disappeared and assigned more tasks to the samsaras.
Recently, with the separation of these higher-level mysterious side small worlds, some ordinary small worlds have also come out of the control of the Lord God.
This makes the Lord God, who has always been accustomed to controlling the overall situation, a little anxious, and deeply feels what is a bad head.
As the Lord God arranges more tasks to make up for the loss and captures more small world information, the command of a supreme authority is transmitted to the Lord God's central system.
The light screen unfolded, and the supreme leader of the Federation, a blonde middle-aged man, appeared on the screen.
"Master, send the latest colonization progress data."
After the main sent the data quickly, the middle-aged blond man looked at the data form and frowned.
Now that the cabinet election is the most critical time, he does not want to leave the public with an incompetent impression because of these data.
"Master, set the highest authority for the data, no one except me is allowed to view it, and further open the props' ranks of the reincarnations to let them speed up their progress-and also, expand the source of the reincarnations, and it can no longer be limited to death penalty ... "
The middle-aged blond man had a touch of coldness in his soft eyes.
[Instruction has been executed]
The Lord God quickly executed the order.
呱呱 Gaah!
The crow outside the window kept screaming, as if foreshadowing some misfortune.
Winter mornings are always very bad, especially today, the dark clouds cover the whole town, and the warm and gentle sunlight cannot penetrate at all.
"This weather, huh, can't you let me relax for a day! God shit!" A shy middle-aged man opened the curtains in his bedroom, cursing curtly after seeing the gloomy weather today.
"Hybrid! Get up quickly and make me breakfast!"
The middle-aged man stepped out of the bedroom, exasperated after seeing the empty dining table, turned and knocked on the door of the next bedroom next door.
Bang Bang! !! !!
"Not yet ready to cook! Is Laozi raising you a hybrid that eats rice! You shit, son!" The man yelled at the people in the room with more and more dirty words, knocking the door panels in shock.
Inside the door, the black-haired teenager slowly put on his school uniform coat.
His face was a nearly transparent pale, almost bloodless.
This is a small but neat bedroom.
There were a few cheap comic posters on the walls, which obscured the old, faded wallpaper.
Next to the wall was a used single bed, and the thin quilts were neatly stacked on the bed, making the originally worn-out sheets and pillows more pleasing to the eye.
There is also a study desk in the room with little space. Books and pens are neatly arranged. Even the most discerning OCD patients can't pick out the wrong place.
On the right side of the room is a glass window, the curtains are partially covered, revealing that the weather conditions are not so good today.
The teenager sorted out the raised hair and broken hair scattered on the forehead, then picked up the schoolbag at the foot of the bed, and walked towards the overwhelmed door.
Passing by the desk, the young grandmother's green eyes paused and looked at the letter that was written last night.
The envelope was folded well and there was no crease on the surface.
Click—the door opened.
The middle-aged man grabbed the collar of the teenager who walked out of the door and asked fiercely, "Little bastard! I have knocked on the door for so long, why not open it!"
The boy looked at the man silently, and the man who was full of breath due to his thin body was almost dragged off the ground.
The man looked at the silent boy and got a little more angry, and those deep green eyes stared at him, making his heart cold.
The man scolded for a long time, but the boy still didn't say anything, as if he was deaf, or didn't understand his scolding.
The man finally shoved him fiercely, angrily: "Come and cook for Lao Tzu! Damn! If the priest does not require you to have rabbits with no hair, you must go to school. Lao Tzu will sell you It ’s better to do hard work for Old Kerry than you have been eating for nothing!

The teenager was pushed to the door frame, and coughed by this relentless force.
This body was so weak that he could not resist him for the time being.
The thought suddenly flashed through the mind of the teenager, and there was still no fear in the clear and deep eyes like the lake.
He should have been afraid, just like in the past ten years, full of fear of this man named father, afraid to resist any of his orders.
But it's very strange. Since he was fainted by the school bully in the school a month ago, he woke up again and seemed to have changed a lot. He became no longer afraid of many things and became more rational. The perspective of things has changed, and I can even feel that many of my previous thoughts are naive, or in other words, incorrect.
And, the strangest change is that he obviously has all the memories of the past, but he inexplicably feels that the past is not him.
But who can he be?
He is indeed an ordinary high school student named Zhou Yu.
It was very dark, but fortunately, it did not mean that it was going to rain. Zhou Yu skillfully cooked milk and bread, and fry a sun egg at the command of a man.
Because the man hated him, the son born of the woman who had abandoned him, Zhou Yu was not allowed to eat at the table, he could only take a few slices of bread for breakfast, and then hurried out of the door.
It's almost time for class, and the postman just passed by the door.
Zhou Yu walked up quickly and handed out the letter in his pocket.
The long-bearded postman Tom rushed in front of this exquisite face, and the thin mixed-race man shook his head sadly, and said, "Oh, dear Chou, I told you long ago that your letter couldn't be sent anywhere. Yes, the address is wrong, it has been returned several times ... don't send it again, I won't accept it again, promise, this is just returned. "
The postman Tom took out a bundle of envelopes on the mail van, which contained five or six envelopes, neatly tied together with a rubber band.
"... I know, thank you." Zhou Yu looked at the envelope in his hands a little bit embarrassed, and the grandmother's green eyes looked like a pool of water thrown into countless stones, and ripples appeared.
The five or six letters returned to his hands, as they were when they were sent out, and there were no creases on the yellowed stationery.
And in the addressee's place, it was his name that he once traced out--Morris Samer
Putting the envelope back into the schoolbag, Zhou Yu bowed his head and walked forward, letting thick black hair that had not been trimmed cover his face for a long time.
Morris was his best friend, but two weeks ago, he moved to the next town and never heard of him.
Perhaps this good friend is just what he thinks!
Zhou Yu thought so, her green eyes were empty.
A month ago, the bullied he had thought about suicide, and had a very strong idea, almost the kind to be put into action.
After that faint, he understood why he wanted to commit suicide.
He was suffering from a serious mental illness—depression, and maybe something else, because in his memory, he always felt that everyone in this town wanted to hurt him, and he was afraid of it for a time Not afraid to go out.
It was Morris who saved him.
Zhou Yu recalled the bright blue pupil of Morris, and the cheerful smile that often hangs on his face.
Morris is a very cheerful person.
He is very tall and likes to help the weak--for example, himself and other low-level students who have been isolated by the entire class.
The fainting a month ago was also thanks to Morris's help, so he could be sent to the infirmary for treatment in time.
After waking up, he felt that Morris had a feeling of reassurance and familiarity, as if Morris stayed with him, he could not fear any danger.
So, even if he no longer fears the bullies who bullied him, he has been sticking to Morris.
And Morris did not refuse to approach him like he kept his distance from others.
In just two weeks, the relationship between the two has grown rapidly, so good that they can almost wear a pair of pants together.
It is because of this that Zhou Yu thinks that they are already the most important good brothers of each other.
But this was not the case. Morris suddenly moved away and left a fight with him before leaving. The address given to him was also false.
He sent so many letters and none were accepted.
Ling Ling
The preliminary bell rang, and Zhou Yu accelerated his pace and entered the school.
Walking to his own locker, Zhou Yu stopped.
The original neat lockers were painted with dirty curses and scolds, and everything was the same as a month ago.
"Dwarf week! Hahaha, looking at your dead face, it's so funny!" A sharp laugh came.
Zhou Yu looked indifferently to the side, and it turned out to be that school tycoon Paul Nayat who had developed limbs and a simple mind.
"Without that Morris, I think you have any arrogant capital!" The tall and sturdy Paul twisted his wrists and raised his fist with a big sandbag.
But his eyes contained a little unknowing fear, and his eyes were darkened.
Yes, Morris has been taken away by the gods, the devil is no longer there, yes, the dream last night was just a dream!
Paul stared at the skinny Asian-American in front of him.
As long as Morris used to beat the bug, he could dissipate those fears that shouldn't be there.
Paul was so convinced.
The author has something to say: The original blueprint of Ebara's plot is "Meng ghost street" and "Silent Hill"
桀桀 桀 is just a word to describe a demon and a ghost, it can make up for that horrible voice ~ Please do n’t worry about how to make this sound (funny)
[桀桀 is a Chinese vocabulary pronounced jiéjié, which means grassy and tall. Onomatopoeia, used to describe the villain's adulterous laughter. Generally, it is the kind of laughter that the wicked person or the demon monster likes to make. ] From Baidu Encyclopedia.
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small theater:
Spiritual world consciousness: (Sighs and sighs) Alas, the main was put back, saying that it still has a role to play, and can't be taken by dogs at once ... Dad is sad.
Cthulhu's World Consciousness: (Raises a roasted Lord God's leg) Look! I hid it in advance and was not confiscated!
Spiritual World Consciousness: (eyes red hearts. Jpg) old grams you are great! muah! (Kiss)
Awareness of the future world: (eyes babies.jpg) I do n’t want to eat anymore!
Nightmare World Consciousness: (pulled out a lot of banknotes and handed them to the future) to!
Future world consciousness: (looking dumbly at a handful of money) Uh, what? Why suddenly gave so much money?
Nightmare consciousness in the world: (stripping her hair smartly) I'll give you money to buy it, oh, no way, I'm just too rich, I especially like to help vulnerable groups, so I don't need to feel guilty
Awareness of the future world: (faceless) Hehe, thank you for not being weak.
Nightmare World Consciousness: (Spread a lot of banknotes) Roar, no thanks, no way, who makes me too rich ~
Future world consciousness: (calling blankly) Hello? Is it a mental hospital? There is a world consciousness crazy! 2k novel reading network