Do you have a woman who wears evil spirits and finally takes the man’s sweet letter?

I’m dressed like an ash and imprisoned by a sick killer who will be tortured to the point where I’m going crazy.

But this time, there’s no such thing as a deal. He’s stuck with me.

(concluded. ♪ A sick, venomous killer ♪

01

When I woke up, I was so soft and weak, as if I had slept with a vegetable for six months.

It’s very strange, looking at the environment as an old house, dark and old, like a filter with a Hong Kong horror film.

It was in the evenings that the sunsets and sunsets came in lazyly through a narrow window, and the whole house was painted in a falling colour.

There’s a regular sound of banging, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Looking at the sound of the sound, only one man looked down and cut down with a knife.

It’s half-walled, with a wooden frame with broken glass and looks like a semi-open kitchen.

Half a man’s face is hidden in the shadows and he can’t see it.

And he lay down and cut something down.

When the knife cuts down and lifts it, it is visible that the blade leaves behind a dark red residue of water, which appears to be cutting off some kind of meat.

Look at me. I’ve got goose bumps.

It seems that because of the noise I made, the man looked up and looked at me like shit.

It’s a pretty man.

The profile of the five officials is very good, the nose pen is sharp and the eyes are hidden under the prominent eyebrow.

The whole man was dazzling, as if he had come out of a mural.

“Wake up? “Men frown and talk softly, as if I were a little thumb to press dead ants.

“Who are you and what do you want? * I’m holding my voice down and asking as calmly as I can *

“It’s an invitation, Miss Joyce. Do you want to play a game?”

“Of course you have no right to refuse. I’m sorry.

The man’s eyes were filled with excitement and a pale face seemed to be a bit of a mess.

Joss? I reacted for a few seconds to recall that it was the name of an ash girl in a novel.

When the man in the novel is called Kiri, he’s a sick killer with no feelings.

In addition to killing people, his greatest pleasure was to imprison all kinds of girls and to appreciate the way they cried out of fear and went mad.

The background of this novel is in a world that is empty, and the gap between rich and poor is particularly evident. The upper classes are daily drunk and fragrance, while the bottoms live in dirty slums, selling their own strength to feed the upper classes.

Only a few civilian girls were usually caught, and one day she was taken back by rich girls who came out without security protection.

I’m used to a single slum girl, and I think she’s really cute. And the silly, sweet hostess, in Stockholm, wanted to save the heart of the calf.

And Joss is a gentle woman in the book. The male lord has tortured a lot of ash, while the female lord’s last term was José.

Turning to José, the man who was the man who said that he was crazy and that he had been thrown into a slum, probably dead or disabled.

As for women who deserve to be tortured by others in slums and then blacked out, that is the case.

I’m stupid, I’m really stupid.

Is it not enough to be a poor girl in reality, to wear a book as a slum girl, or to be tortured to black out?

02

So, what am I supposed to do to turn the wind around and get the hell out of this place?

We have to stay calm.

“What if I say no? I’m sorry.

“I’ll kill you. “It’s not like you have a face, but that’s what a pervert killer can do.

“Sounds like I don’t have another way to go. What kind of game is this? I look seriously at the man and want to negotiate with him.

It seemed surprising to me that the person who had been tied up was so clean that there was no screaming or crying at all.

Oh, I’m just tired.

I worked late late last night and was hit in the head by a flower pot, and then I went through the tm, a social animal, and nobody was happy.

“Thirty days with me, if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go. If you don’t like it, I’ll kill you. I’m sorry.

And when the Qur’an opens an evil smile as though it were a God who intended to threaten mankind, and spreads evil.

When it comes to killing you or something, the man’s face will be filled with excitement.

I don’t know why I always thought that beat seemed to be much better.

I walked there and saw the meat cut thin, and I couldn’t tell what it looked like.

The red meat and the juice mix together, and people want to get sick.

I have deep doubts about this meat. What’s this meat? It looks like this. Can I eat it? I’m not good enough to contact the male killer.

When I looked in my eyes, I threw myself in my heart: “What, fear of human flesh? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“You can stop eating and starve to death. I’m sorry.

After the meat had been cut, he started cooking, put it in the water and put some vegetables in it. Not long ago, hot broth began to smell like food.

Look at this pot of veggie broth. Looks like it’s good.

After a few minutes of grunting broth, he took the pot to the table, filled it with two bowls of spoons, and made a bowl of rice. Looks like it’s mine.

I sat in his chair on his face, and I watched the killer… tasted good.

The body was caught asleep and should have been hungry long ago, so at this point my stomach is making unchallenged grunts.

“You don’t eat? * He eats it so slowly and so slowly *

“What’s the difference between this world and eating human flesh? In order to live, don’t say you eat human flesh and you eat shit. Do you believe me?”

I don’t want to believe it, but this pervert may have done something to force people to eat shit.

I’m numb.

In order to avoid this, and in order to preserve its physical strength, this meal seems to have stopped eating.

I picked up chopsticks and I started to eat slowly, and the soup was not touched.

“Whatever, it’s the same thing every day.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I looked around and looked at my situation while I was eating.

It’s an old living room. There was a mattress on the floor and I woke up lying there.

Tables and chairs, sofas, everything is dirty and old, and it seems to have been living for years, even the window frames are very old.

It’s the same building looking out the window, and it’s all over one of the clumsy old barrel buildings. It’s dark in every window, and nobody lives.

It’s about as old as a slum, but there’s no one in the quiet, like a forgotten world.

As mentioned in the original book, this is an old neighbourhood that was abandoned years ago and has been contracted by a few wealthy people for development in a few years.

But why is there no direct development, why is the male owner hiding here, why is there no other poor person in the abandoned residential area, why is there electricity in this house that has been abandoned for so long?

Behind these seemingly untenable phenomena is an enormous secret.

The male master ‘ s imprisonment was not merely intentional, but was commissioned by top players.

The upper class gets tired of luxuriousness all day, and then they start looking for other pleasures — people.

It is not enough to see people on the ground bearing the weight of their lives, who are suffering from a strange situation, and who do something crazy when they do not eat enough.

So a couple of games were started on a little smart-ass proposal. One of the themes is “Desperate Girls”, which kidnaps girls for their actions. And they won’t do what’s really dirty, just commissioning it to the black market.

And the man does not know the true identity of the client, and who thinks it is.

Oh, these people are so full of food.

After eating this meal with all your heart, you’re as relaxed as the restless.

He lays down chopsticks on the couch, stretches out his arms and legs and relaxs like a cat I had before he wore a book. Hey, I’m wearing a book. I don’t know what happened to my cat.

“To wash the dishes. I’m sorry.

What? I thought I heard you wrong.

“You think you’re a big lady and you’re talking to me every day? What are you in? Go wash the dishes. I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

You want to wash the dishes? I’ve never heard of it before. The man has made me laugh.

But is it really the man?

I remember that the man was a cold, incalculable killer, met the woman, and began to open up her heart in her own care.

I was black-faced, I packed a bowl of chopsticks into the kitchen, and I started brushing it so badly.

03

The kitchen cabinets and the surface of the walls are covered with a layer of grease that looks historic. The faucet is also rusty, and the currents are in rusty colours, and it will not return to normal for two minutes.

I can’t help but think about it.

But it’s strange that the man’s clothes look comfortable, work well and seem valuable.

Oh, it’s a cold-blooded killer who must have made a lot of money by killing people.

And I sat at the table, and I looked at it two or three metres away.

On the face of it, it’s a little tactful, and it’s a little twitching, and it’s an analysis of how we can escape the sick killer and avoid the tragic design of the original girl.

Maybe it’s too hot to look at it, and it’s like a cyborg to focus on what it’s like to look at.

It was as if he had seen something interesting a second ago, and he had a smile in his mouth and his eyes were cold and cold, like a snake with a mouth open.

Look at me.

“You’re scolding me?” He spoke slowly.

“Well, no, I don’t have the guts. I smiled and I quickly denied the triad.

He stares straight at me and my heart’s pounding.

It is recalled that the original book contained a pattern of conceit and abuse, and although it did not indicate what had happened to the previously abducted artillery ash, if the male master had been a pervert, she would have been in the grip of the devil.

I think I feel worse.

When he stood up, he came to me, he fell down on me.

My head started to move at 180 miles an hour, but it was definitely not driving, but thinking how I could escape if the perverts wanted to drive.

“What are you blushing about? He asks without any care.

“Did you? No? I deny it again.

Then he grabbed my arm and put me next to it, and he threw me on the mattress. The old mattress I woke up lying next to the couch.

And he started to rip my collar and watch me sweat.

But when he pulled his collar, he just had a yawn, and then he sat lazy on the couch again, “Tell me a terrible story.” I’m sorry.

Well, this turns out to be a little too fast. I blinked, I blinked, I stare, and I stare, “A horror story? I’m sorry.

“Yes, you haven’t heard a horror story, have you? You can’t even tell a story. It’s useless to keep you here.

It’s like a seven-and-a-eight-year-old kid is bugging an adult to tell himself a bedtime fairy tale.

Hmmm, who’s the real killer who listens to horror stories before he goes to bed?

But you don’t have to wonder, it’s the author’s setup = = the man is free to tell herself a horror story after he kidnapped the woman in the original book.

It’s actually a classic, one-hundred-one-night set, which is usually used as a starting point. And storytellers and listeners may slowly fall in love with each other in their long lives.

However, since she grew up in sugar cans, where she had been exposed to horror stories, it turned into a man telling horror stories.

Romantic? I didn’t feel romantic, but I felt the man’s tact.

I’m a ghost laughing.

Lord, this time you have a senior fan of a horror movie, and a thousand and one-night horror story.

As a modern, boring social animal, I used to watch horror films and entertain them, saying that a few of them could not cope.

“Don’t kill. I’ve seen it. I’ve been thinking about it. I’m sorry.

In this story, the woman was an intern, and one day a Deputy Director’s family was killed and the Deputy Director disappeared and was identified as a suspect.

The police came to ask the Deputy Director if there were any irregularities in his work, which led to the motive for the killing.

Both the boss and the staff said there was no problem, but the Deputy Director was often isolated. And not like the boss, not for years. The hostess knew all about it, but listened to the boss’s instructions, because she wanted to turn around.

Other strange events began in the office, as the owner was killed very quickly and the body was found from the ceiling.

The Deputy Director, who seemed to have disappeared, hid in his office and from time to time came out to retaliate against those three-faced colleagues.

“The female colleague again began to scold and sarcastic the hostess, and did not find the hostess to be in the dark, and was no longer the only former intern with no promises. Sooner or later, the master stabbed her colleagues with a knife.”

It’s like I’m getting better, and I’m getting better, and I’m getting better at it.

The tone of the speech was also rather creepy, with the sound being down, the voice being raised, and the eyes staring at the cylindrical, to get him into the scene.

It’s so professional. I think I’m perfectly worthy of it.

Listen carefully, it seems like you’re fascinated, and it looks like you’re a bit of a good boy.

At the end of the whole story, he became curious about the baby: “Why did the Deputy Director kill his family without saying anything? Why would a mistress kill someone? Why did the male colleague ask the hostess who she was when she killed her male colleagues? I’m sorry.

“Well, at the heart of this story is to express a pathological 996 culture that destroys humanity and tortures good people into psychosis. And this psychological problem is like being passed on from the former deputy director to the hostess to kill with her…” I explained with interest.

“What is 996? I’m sorry.

Yeah, this guy’s just a killer who doesn’t have time for work.

“996 is a very oppressive way of working until 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. and 6 days a week. I’m sorry.

And look at his blind eyes, and I say, “Just like you’re going to kill, you’re going to kill six days in a row, and you’re going to have to kill early and late, or else you won’t be paid.” Did you say it was bad?”

“It’s sad.” I’m sorry.

I am pleased to pick up my mouth and with the pride that Annely finally succeeded once.

“How do you know my job is to kill people? I’m sorry.

And he looked at me in the shadows, and his pale face was incomprehensible.

04

I can’t tell him you’re the lead man in the book.

Despite being mentioned several times in his mouth, he never identified himself as the killer, and if I revealed the secret of knowing his identity, he might doubt my position. For security reasons, the game could end on the spot.

And I said, “What is your job, killing people?” I’m sorry.

“I’m saying that you’ve just said I’m not good enough to be able to play, and you’ll kill me right away, so just give me an example. I’m sorry.

I’ve left my mouth open and I’m scared.

It’s like I’m laughing at you.

“If the office in this story is so disgusting, why does the lady keep working? He changed the subject, “Well, we can change jobs.” I’m sorry.

I put a sweat in my heart, and I saved my life, “There’s nothing I can do to survive, to eat and live, even to feed.” I’m sorry.

“But the mistress didn’t lose her job. Unlike you, if you don’t eat the food I cook, you’ll starve to death in a few days, and you’ll feed your shit. I’m sorry.

It’s not like this guy’s a freak. I began to worry deeply about my future.

I tried to contain my emotions and pretend I didn’t hear the rest of the sentence.

“I can’t talk about it, but everyone wants to live a better life, afford a house, have a little money, have a good meal on vacation and do other things. What’s the point of living if it’s just enough? I’m sorry.

He was staring at me in silence, looking at me in peace and looking at me.

“There are few who can do it. I’m sorry.

“These are the things you say, which no one except those on the top. I’m sorry.

In the original book, all but the upper class living at the top floors lived on the ground.

The top-up buildings go straight into the clouds, and the ground is just ordinary people working in factories and poor people living in slums who struggle and feed.

So it’s true that, in his capacity as Lord José, I can’t enjoy what I said.

It’s not sad, it’s not jealous of the top, it’s not fear and discomfort.

He lay on a broken sofa in a house in this abandoned neighbourhood, enjoying alone the loneliness of the end.

I suddenly didn’t know what to say.

In the end, I said, “But you have the right to dream.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t reply. He had a yawn and turned off the light. The house fell into darkness.

“Another story. I’m sorry.

Looks like I was going to go to sleep, and I woke up and started telling the next horror story.

I didn’t say anything. My voice is getting smaller and his breath is getting more and more steady, and it seems to have fallen into a dream.

I shut up and don’t talk, and I’m watching him with a little light.

The house was dark and no light was seen outside the house. Only the moonlight was hidden and came in, and some contours were seen. There was no movement on the couch while gill was lying.

Maybe it’s time to run before he wakes up.

The gate is two or three metres away from my left, and if I could walk quietly and break the door, I might be able to escape from the house.

There’s still nothing there. There is not much time, and I must seize this opportunity.

So I moved quietly, as far as I could to the ground, without making any noise.

Finally came to the gate, and I was sweating and breathing.

The doorknob’s up there. Stand up, break up, run. I’m thinking about the next move.

Now is the time!

I put out my hand and just tried to screw the door open, and a white, sharp thing hit me.

It was almost on my arm to the security door, and it fell to the ground when it sounded.

It’s a knife. It’s a knife he used to cut meat. Almost, if it’s even more, I’ll cut my hand off.

I’m so depressed, the whole person is like an ice hole.

I was found.

Maybe it didn’t sleep at all, just watching my every move. I’m like an ant in the air, thinking I can get out of this place without knowing that even the sky is in the hands of the designers.

This knife is warning me to walk out this door and I’ll be in danger.

I was looking at me when I found my head in the dark.

05

Blood pours into the brain, adrenaline goes wild.

The warning of the birth of hundreds of thousands of years of human evolution tells me that this is a moment of life and death.

This man is not just a paperman, I’m not just a saltfish reader. I am truly in it at this moment, in this empty world of the future and in the same room as this perverted killer.

And he could really kill me at any moment.

I can’t see his face in the dark, but I can hear his voice: “The door is locked, and it won’t get out.” I’m sorry.

“If you run away, you’ll break the law and be killed to get out of the game. I’ll kill you. I’m sorry.

His tone is as faint as what he ate for dinner today.

“Although you’re telling the same story, it’s not as boring as those who cry when they don’t move. I’m sorry.

“So, shall I kill you? He whispered it gently, though a question, but not asking me.

It’s up to the perv killer to decide. My life is in between. But if he’s going to do something, I’m not going to wait.

He said to himself, “No, it’s dark, and it’s normal for ordinary people to do some demented things when they’re out of their mind.” For the first time, let you go once and save the rest of your horror stories. I’m sorry.

And then he said, “If you run away again, I’ll kill you.” I’m sorry.

I was only willing to respond, and returned to my position on the mattresses, strangling against the wall.

I don’t give a shit about this sick man and I’m an ordinary man who’s lost his mind.

In any case, now that I’m not afraid to move, I’m supposed to be watching my every move when I lie on the couch, otherwise I won’t be seen by the door.

It’s the killer man, or the world, whose physical and intellectual strength is probably much higher than normal. What am I gonna do, lie down, do as I say, 30 days to see if I can get out?

No, no, no, no. Who knows what’s in his head?

It’s like a mess in my head. My nerves were tight, and when I was afraid of gills, I did something that didn’t last until after midnight.

When I wake up, I’m not a lovely fat orange, but a big, big, handsome face.

“Aah! What are you doing? * I almost hit the wall with my head *

What’s this guy doing so close to me?

“You’re salivating.” I’m sorry.

“It’s disgusting to see someone sleep and spit for the first time. I’m sorry.

He’s a serious one, and his face is the kind of constipated look I get when I see a mothy big, fat bug. It seems my saliva has caused him great distress.

I erased my mouth: “Why do you pose? Really? How can you sleep so well with such a broken mattress?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t sleep well.” Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The morning sun came into the house slightly, and the light didn’t look so strong, and it felt like it was about 78 o’clock in the morning.

It’s like last night, and I can’t see how I slept last night.

I hit a yawn and snuck out to find a chance to escape.

06

So the first night was just a test, and then every night I saw me swallow two sleeping pills and let me tell him a horror story. When the story’s over, I’m almost asleep.

And when he woke up again in the morning, he was staring at me in the face.

“No saliva this morning. Look at me when I see a happy smile.

To tell you the truth, there’s a strange man every morning who looks pale and smiles around you, watching if you have a ludicrous lavender.

The days have been marked by a terrible cycle of boredom and boredom when watching, playing with mobile phones and hahaha, going to bed, eating, going to bed, brushing bowls, playing with mobile phones and watching with gibberish.

My stomach was the first to collapse in three days. It is a great torture to eat three days of rice in a row and to smell meat and vegetables without touching them.

I gave in, as Kiku said, maybe even if I were hungry for a few days. Besides, I’ve looked at it carefully, meat is not human, it’s supposed to be animal meat.

It’s old-fashioned, cutting the meat thin and putting some leaves in the vegetables and making a pot of complex vegetable soup.

I put a bowl on my face.

He looked at me funny. He was right.

The soup smells, but it tastes so greasy that it can hardly swallow. And I don’t know how you can stand eating this stuff every day.

“What, is it good? “I was staring at me like a kid who wanted to be rewarded.

But a black-hearted kid, if he heard a negative comment, could have killed you.

“It’s okay. “I’m so full of shit.

“Oh, yeah, I know other things that might be better, like sugar veal ribs, you know? For the next couple of days, I’m out.

It’s a little confused, but it’s not offensive to look at it, and, as I explained, he quickly became interested in sugary ribs and red meat. However, there is only salt in the kitchen and there is no oil, sugar, vinegar, wine, spices.

I took a good look at Cope and made a serious proposal: “Why don’t you go out and buy it? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t mean to run away, really, just for food. I’m sorry.

He looked me in the cold eye and seemed to be observing the credibility of my speech, and finally he agreed with it very, very deeply.

“So buy it, you’ll never get away. If you run, I’ll find you and kill you. I’m sorry.

Oh, that’s the man with the confidence.

Then arranged for me to swallow two sleeping pills.

When he woke up, he was watching over me.

It’s dark out there, and it looks like it’s been at least seven or eight hours. The floor next to the couch contains some materials, which appear to be vegetables, meat and spices.

He stares at me like I’m a mahjong.

“I’ll do it.” I’m sorry.

“Of course, these are your dishes. There’s no point in keeping you if it’s not good. “I don’t know what I’m talking about.

But how can I get him to do that? I was a housekeeper.

Batteries are cut into small crumbs of crumbs, oil is added to the spices, sugar is added, and when the sugar becomes darker, it is put into the meat. Look at my proficient moves and stare at me.

His desire for knowledge was great: “Why first? I’m sorry.

“The water can remove the blood and smell of meat, and the vegetables can be colored. I’m sorry.

And half an hour later, the Qur’an was filled with two bouquets of cuisine. It’s like a refugee who hasn’t eaten for weeks.

The familiar smell beats in the taste bud and I eat meat with tears in my eyes. In this cold and distant world, it is already difficult to keep the man from rising to kill at once, and it is so hard to eat something good.

It was quick to finish what was on the plate and even looked at my bowl. I pretended I didn’t see it.

“It’s okay. “It seems very comfortable to sit on the back of a chair, with satisfaction.” It’s different to eat and drink.

“Let’s cook later. I’m sorry.

It’s not enough to just wash the dishes. He’s a big-hearted man. Don’t you think I might poison him?

“Don’t think about poisoning. I’ll keep an eye on you. “The eyes of a snake and the eyes of a snake.”

So, in addition to washing dishes and telling horror stories, the burden is on me.

I don’t feel like I’m some kind of…

07

“Well, I haven’t had a bath for three days, can I borrow a shirt to take a bath?” I’m sorry.

“You’re asking me now?” Don’t forget who you are, a kidnapped man. How dare you ask your kidnappers? I’m sorry.

Well, I’ve never seen a kidnapper doing housework all day long.

And then he had a good time eating every day.

On the fifth day, I was staring at you all day.

Even when he eats, he doesn’t taste like he used to.

I wondered if he was trying to get rid of her, and I asked, “What is wrong with you? The game is not over.” I’m telling you stories, cooking and brushing bowls every day. I’m sorry.

“Will it end, please don’t kill me? For my cooking? I’m sorry.

He wrinkled and twitched his mouth twice: “What do you think is so beautiful?” I’m sorry.

All right, I’m snuffing my heart out.

The enemy is looking at me as seriously as he is, “You haven’t bathed in days? I’m sorry.

♪ ♪ I’m sorry ♪ How dare this man stares at me for a day?

It’s not just him. I can barely bear it. The temperature is cooler, but the girls do not wash for the first five days and are already greasy enough to get a boiler.

“Didn’t I ask you before if I could take a bath? I’m sorry.

I’m not in the bathroom, and I’m in the bathroom. I’m sorry.

He said to himself, “If you are in a bad state, why bother me?” I’m sorry.

So I stood in the dark of the light, and I didn’t know where to start.

It seems that I heard my heart’s voice, and a door was sewn open with a white and powerful arm stretching in and putting clothes and towels on the broom.

“The clothes are mine. You can use them. I’m sorry.

I studied the old-fashioned nozzles for half a day, and I finally released hot water, or something less hot.

There’s not a lot of bottles on the sauna, but there’s no word for it, and I smell two bottles of liquid that feel like shampoo and bath.

It’s cold, but it’s nice to have a bath.

And We baptized ourselves, and the weariness of these days was emptied.

After taking a bath, you’ll see the look in your eyes. He sat on the couch but looked straight in the direction and seemed to have been watching me run.

When he saw me, his eyes were deep and he couldn’t see what was going on.

Waterdrops of hair silk fell from the forehead, hair dripping, and a small piece of my shirt was wet on my back and chest.

I was wearing long sleeves and T-shirts, one hand over my chest, one with a slightly large waist. Don’t ask me why I’m covering my chest because the lingerie that I’m wearing can’t be worn anymore.

The conscience of the heavens and the earth, I swear I do not mean to seduce the Lord.

And it seemed like he was snorting at it: “What’s in the way of meat? What’s good? I’m sorry.

Isn’t he blind?

The body of the original was a more sexy type, with a precocious pretense, especially suited to the spirit of the nymphoma. That’s what I’m talking about. I’m a woman, and he says something good.

Maybe the style you like when you’re a platinum? Like the hostess.

Forget it. He’s not interested in me. Don’t worry.

I had a yawn and I was suggesting it was bedtime.

“Well, I’m gonna tell you a little ducky story tonight… oh no, there’s only one man and his dog at the end of the world. I’m sorry.

When I spoke of the imminent mutation of a dog being bitten by a dead body, the male mainstream had killed its only pet with tears, and the man ‘ s grief had been amplified.

It’s just that I’m trying to get more emotional when I’m going to be able to get away with it.

“The world has since been left to himself alone, and there is no living creature who can remain silent and can’t even speak. At this moment, he lost not only a dog, but also a relative who was with him. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be so sweet.” I’m sorry.

…fine, when the story is finished, the sleep starts to come up a little bit, and tonight’s platinum seems so sober.

The sound of the phone rings suddenly, the cylindrical rises and goes to the room inside to answer the phone. He closed the door and couldn’t hear what he was saying in the living room.

I couldn’t wait to come back, and I couldn’t help sleeping.

The sarcophagus was not lying on the couch playing with his cell phone, and he changed to a good black dress and put on a duck tongue cap, apparently intending to leave.

“I’m going out, so you need to sleep a little longer.” I’m sorry.

And then he came up and gave me a shot, and I was so precise, I didn’t even react, and I fell down on my neck.

08

He woke up in pain and was sore, as if he had slept for days.

It’s still dark out there and there’s no moonlight. I don’t know how long I slept, but it’s been at least a day.

It sits at the table, and the hair is a little messy, and the sleeves are lifted to the left arm.

He had no face, but he had a thin sweat on his face, whether it was painful or had just come back.

I was going to ask him why he didn’t give me a shot with my consent and shut up when his arms were bleeding.

First I got a mysterious phone call, then gave me a shot to sleep for at least a day and came back with a wound. There are indications that I suspect he may have been given a homicide mission and have just come back.

Does a strong creature like a man get hurt? I was a little surprised. It’s normal to think about it, after all, it’s made of meat.

He looked at me, he didn’t speak, and he continued to treat himself quietly with wounds and medication.

A broken glass-like object was removed from the wound, and then the medicine was cleaned and the whole process was silent.

I can’t help but raise my thumb in my heart, and I have a little bit of hope.

The fact that it is not all-powerful, and I still have the chance to escape from this place is an indication of how hard it can be.

Maybe just wait for an opportunity.

And in the middle of the night, We looked at the platinum. He’s a hunter, and I’m a hunter ready to run.

And for the next few days, I’ve basically been able to figure out what’s going on.

He usually lives in his house every day and travels for two or three days to buy his living goods. There are no refrigerators in the house, food is not available and fresh vegetables and meat must be purchased regularly.

He’ll get a call every five to seven days, and I’ll get a napping shot soon, and I’ll be asleep for more than 24 hours. By the time I woke up, I was back on my mission.

Most of the time he’s intact, and occasionally a little.

On the same day, he returned with injuries and sat on his chair and lifted his pants and put pills on his knees.

I’ve had a yawn, counting the days I’ve been here for over 20 days.

Well, it’s almost 30 days, and I haven’t figured out a way to escape.

What happens in 30 days, is it a challenge to leave the game successfully, or is there another moth?

“You look like you’re free. Come and get me some medicine. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.

I’m afraid this guy isn’t Shi Ji? I’m not afraid I’ll cut his wound?

I was staring at me with no face, and I walked over there and I picked up the stamp and the potion.

He had a big scratch on his knee, and it looked like he was a little bit of blood.

Because the wounded were on my knees, I had to get down to look at his wounds.

It’s a little awkward if someone pushes in and runs away with their eyes covered.

I put a bit of red water on the cotton sticker, rubbed it on the wound, and looked at his reaction at any time, fearing that he would slap me open. But the cylindrical remains silent and unmistakable.

“There’s no bandages or anything that can be tied to prevent exposure to bacterial infections. I’m sorry.

“No, I can’t die. “What is the bacteria? I’m sorry.

Damn, what a curious baby.

So I started with the microbiology Cope, with examples of battles on the battlefield, where the inexplicable fever after the injury, the continued deterioration of the wound, and other bad symptoms of the body could have been infected by the disease.

“You always get hurt at work. How do you handle it? I’m sorry.

His eyes were a little confused: “Well, it’s usually in there, if it’s embedded in something, and it’s rubbed out and rubbed out. I’m sorry.

“Hey, you’re so rough, you’re lucky and strong enough to live. “I’ve got a few things to say, and I’ve got as little control as I can.

I took a breath and looked up to him and said, “Okay.” Who knows to crash into a black eye.

Up above the pen’s nostrils, with deep eyes staring at me, it seems to see my own reflection.

The look on the face of the cylindrical was confused, and the whole person looked innocent.

For a moment I was kind of stunned.

09

It doesn’t look like a killer who survives a bloody storm, but it’s a little like a three-year-old who fell by accident.

Think of it as a smile.

“What are you laughing at? “It’s dark to ask.

“No, no, nothing. By the way, you said the game was 30 days. Shouldn’t it be at least 23 days to let me go in another week? I’m sorry.

“You said I’d do everything. I didn’t think I’d run away these days. It’s really nice to help with the dishes and cooking and so you’ll let me go safely? I tried to say,

“It’s not yet 30 days, and you’ll know it. I’m sorry.

This week has not been given a mission, and every day, she is confined to her home.

This guy is also very disciplined and spends hours a day working out, probably to keep the killer alive and fast.

I’m so bored I’ll put something on my phone.

“You really want to see it?”

Really, please, I’m going to be idle.

“There’s nothing to see here, but there’s something good about me.” Let’s show you mercy. I’m sorry.

Good stuff? When I looked at the cylindrical cylindrical, I got my arm.

He flipped over his cell phone and finally pulled out the extraworld sponge baby, which looks like it’s for kids …emmm, so does the man’s heart fear really be as young as three?

“This is very stressful. If I don’t kill people in a bad mood, I’ll watch a few episodes of this. “It’s not a bad thing to say.

Wait, you want to kill people when you’re in a bad mood?

I thought about the phrase, “Why didn’t you kill someone because you had a conscience, right? I’m sorry.

“Why kill people if they don’t pay you? It’s hard to kill. It’s got blood on it. I’m sorry.

I’ve had two convulsions, and this attitude of not working without paying is really a model for modern-day social animals.

“Why does killing make you feel better?” There’s a lot of other things to do, like sports, drawings, playing the piano, and so forth. I’m sorry.

I weakly put it, in the dark, trying to infuse him with other interests and reduce the probability of cutting me.

When gills look out of the window, there are occasional birds whistling through the fire-red sunset, which seems to be extremely broad and free.

On the high ground, there are people working at the factory, who are fighting over their bodies and who are hungry, and on the other hand, who are looking at the sky, who are being abducted and who are watching her abductors.

The same world, millions of lives. I’m all of a sudden curious what the moment was thinking.

“When you kill, there’s nothing left to think about. He’s whispering.

Behind him was the red light of the sunset, the whole man was covered in the orange light, and the spirit of evil was diluted. I noticed that he meant his heart.

For seven days, I’ve spent all kinds of good food and food in my care, and I think I’ll be spared for my hard work.

The 30th day came, and I restrained the excitement and prevented him from thinking I was too happy to change his mind. I’m sorry.

He’s working on his fingernails, and he’s smiling at the pale face, “But I’m just lying to you. It’s not as simple as 30 days and three months. I’m sorry.

What do you mean, wtf? Oh, three years and three years. I don’t know yet.

I breathed deeply and tried to contain the urge to lift a table and throw a chopstick, “It’s not as simple as three months. Tell me the truth. I’m sorry.

“You’re smart, not so boring. When I get bored, I’ll kick you out. I’m sorry.

He looked at me like a devil, and he ran away with evil. It’s beautiful, but it’s bad, it’s disgusting.

It’s not that simple. He might not let me go.

Cats get tired of playing and eating, and they’re tired of the mouse’s tricks. And I’m probably the same mouse I used to be when I was a cat, a mouse that only cooks a bowl, but is essentially just a mouse.

Moreover, it is also a question whether the real authors of the era will tolerate the unharmed departure of players.

My eyes are dark down, making the worst of plans. We have to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible before we get bored.

10

Where can I leave? I thought of a few possibilities.

One, get out of the bathroom. But by reference to the residential building opposite the balcony, the house is on the sixth floor, and there’s nothing to climb outside, and it’s likely to burp right in the event of a fall. This programme is too risky.

Two, leave while you’re not ready. He probably just fell asleep and didn’t feel well, but he gave me sleeping pills or injections every time. I’ve never seen him asleep. There is little opportunity for this to happen.

Once again, when we took the sleeping pills, We quietly pressed them under our tongues, and we grunted and swallowed a sip of water and pretended to have taken them.

I didn’t seem to notice when I was laughing.

Suddenly he grabbed me in the face of a thunderbolt, my left hand squeezed my mouth into an O font, and his right hand stretched into my mouth and groped under my tongue.

He’s got a lot of power, and I’d like to unplug his hand but shake it like a tree. It just felt like his hands were pulled out of my mouth and the pills were taken out.

It’s open, two pills are visible.

I looked at him with red eyes, and it was like I swallowed a cockroach.

No one has ever reached my mouth, and this feeling is not only disgusting, but endless humiliation.

“Don’t play this game again.” Then two more pills were poured, suggesting that I would take them.

I didn’t talk. I went straight to the mattress and lay down. Scrambling on the side of the wall on the mattress and not looking at the wall with the back of the head and the back towards him.

It is said that one month later, three months later, and then three months later, is now reached by hand into the mouth. It’s Mary Sue who crosses. It’s so bad for me.

Can you feel this despair when you’re stuck in the house for a month? What’s important here is nothing but housework and dementia. Maybe it’s just an emotional build-up, and when you cry, you can’t stop crying.

But I couldn’t make a sound, but all my tears were coming out.

It’s quiet and suffocating.

I don’t know what he’s thinking, but whatever he’s thinking, kill or kill.

After a few minutes of crying, reason came back. I took a few deep breaths, and the nostrils and tears were particularly clear: “Sorry to slow me down, I’ll eat later.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t say anything. He seemed to have acquiesced.

And I kept dragging, and I kept my mouth on the mattress.

And then later, when I had to be givin’ my shoulder, I turned my face on him.

He looked at the face of my tears and his nose, and he wrinkled, “Why are you crying?” I’m sorry.

“Isn’t it normal to be kidnapped for sleeping pills? And why are you crying? I’m sorry.

I’m a little funny when I’m talking.

After a while, he said, “If you really don’t want to eat medicine, then you don’t.” We could tie you up in another way, like before bed.”

“All right, I’ll eat. “It’s not because of this, it’s probably because I miss home.” I’m sorry.

Then I took the new medicine and swallowed it with water. It’s a little out of control at this time, and it seems like I’m thinking about stopping it.

After I’m done with my medicine, I’m lying down and I’m ready to sleep, and I’m not telling scary stories. And there was no reminder.

Wake up with sunshine and a new day.

I’m sure it’s useless to be angry with Qin, a perverted killer who is not a man of compassion, and it’s good to do it twice, and it’s always hard to get killed sooner or later.

It would be better to use a proactive strategy to lighten his guard and then find an opportunity to escape.

I found a rag and I’m ready to clean up. The old house was uncomfortable for a long time, and since it was still to live, it would be better for it to live better.

Old oil stains, spider-net dust… all of which have no place to hide under the work of the working bees. I was surprised to see my face full of questions.

It took three hours to clean up all the public areas, and except for the secret room, which is always locked up only when pick-up calls are made, the living room kitchen bathrooms are fresh.

“It’s so much more comfortable.” I’m sorry.

When you reach out and touch my forehead, you touch my forehead. I’m sorry.

“Fine. I’m talking about cooking with energy.

I can’t look around, whether I’m washing or cutting, cooking, cutting meat, sauerkraut or roasting meat.

But instead of looking at my cooking methods today, I’m staring at my face, with your face filled with four crazy words.

It’s a fragrance table again, and I’m about to fold into my brilliant cooking.

It was a sip and it sprayed out.

“What’s wrong, bad? “I put a chopstick in my mouth, chewed one down like a vegetable and swallowed it so hard, “Well, it’s salty. I’m sorry.

I’ve got other food, too salty to talk. Well, how could it have turned that way in the night?

“An accident, an accident… or I’ll do it again. I’m sorry.

“It’s too much trouble. I was stopped by the time I finished eating rice with white flowers.

The next one is as good as it is, the next one is dry and the next one is dry…

After the fourth run, the catapult put down the chopsticks with a sip of it: “This food has changed, there is no soul.” I’m sorry.

And when I saw it innocently, I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, but it’s the same thing as before. I’m sorry.

I’ll give you a little lesson when I say I’m sad and I laugh in my heart and I’ll never get out.

When: …

When you wash the dishes, you hold your hand and the bowl falls apart.

“I’m sorry, my hand slipped…”

And when the third dishbrusher slips, I grab the bowl in my hand, “Come on, there’s no bowl at home. I’m sorry.

“Oh…” I put the bowl in a good manner, like I didn’t want to.

I’m not sure I can prove it.

And that’s how I managed to get rid of the babysitting, and there’s basically no housework to do, except to tell horror stories. Stage victory, Ouya.

I didn’t get angry, I looked at me, I looked at my feet from the beginning, and I got sick.

I thought he was threatening to kill me if he couldn’t make a good meal, but he didn’t say anything.

And it’s probably been a while since he’s had an earful.

Soon he received a new assignment, but this time unexpectedly did not inject me.

The moment the door closes, I feel like I’m out of my mind. I don’t believe that this kind of man would do this kind of thing, more like trying to test me.

Eleven.

In a half hour, the door was pushed open, and I saw the way I was singing blindly on the couch.

He looked in his eyes and acted as if nothing had happened, but I was still watching closely.

I also pretended that if nothing happened, “Why did I come back?” Right, you forgot to give me a shot today. I’m sorry.

“There’s some scheduling problems, tomorrow, better for killing. * He pretended to be *

I was just about to stand up next to him and give him a seat, and I was pulled off my sleeve, “Why, can’t two people sit on this big couch?” Come on, watch. I’m sorry.

He turned his cell phone over and continued to look away from the world’s sponge baby.

♪ ♪ I’m sorry ♪ Which man-killer drags a kidnapped woman to a movie or an animated picture of a child?

The sofa is actually wide, but the cylindrical is slurping around most of the sofa, with a hairy hair scratching my neck. He put his hand up between us and wanted me to take a good look.

But this animated film didn’t attract my interest, and I got several yawns.

“What’s wrong, it’s not good?”

Turning around and looking at me, the face was about three or four centimetres away from my face, and almost felt his breath sprayed in my face.

“If you don’t want to look at the recipe, see what you can cook recently. * He’s starting to get * * * with the * * “This pepper chophead looks good, but there’s hardly any fish to eat * *

So I do remember that the meat that I eat these days runs on land and never swims in the water.

The same is true for the original book, where the environment in civilian areas is less well-regulated and slums are dirty, water systems are largely contaminated and fresh and healthy fish are difficult to eat.

As for the high-level level, all the food and clothing used came from the well-managed land where plants and animals were grown.

It is isolated from ordinary areas where normal people have little access except to work. For slum dwellers, it is more than impossible to expect.

The so-called gap in this different world manifests itself in stark and fundamental differences in survival.

“This platinum pig hoof looks great, too, but I’m not gonna do it, are you? How’s the trade coming back? “It’s sad when I look into my eyes.

Men are big pigs’ feet. All they eat is food.

“Me neither. “I categorically refused.

The atmosphere was again condensed, and the cylindrical sound of cynicism continued to draw up animated pictures to start watching. This guy’s been watching cartoons a lot more often since I started throwing my hands away from cooking.

“Big Brother, can we see something grown-up? I’m sorry.

Like what? “It seemed like a nice day to talk, and let me pick my own cell phone.

I picked one. It’s a love movie, where the men and women are the foreign-world version of Romeo and Juliet.

After all kinds of love, such as the boss of rich families, the green tea girl and the family struggle, the two finally met happy ending.

The pool of the mansion, the big party, the flower of the night sky, the parents who shook hands, and two sweet kisses.

I’ve lost my temper. I finally realized why I wanted to see animated pictures when I was a kid.

“You don’t like it? Isn’t this the kind of movie people like to watch? Zone C has no access to it. I’m sorry.

The C-Zone, as it says, is a slum, divided into separate areas like C1 and C2.

Not only is high-quality survival in the world monopolized at the top, but even spiritual and recreational life is divided into 39 per cent.

The so-called “high-level entertainment”, which is available only at the top, is also a medium-level feeding of psycho-opium, and gives them the dream of one day being able to cross classes.

As a result, the slum’s web-requested address cannot be shown, although some black markets sell pirated copies.

And this software, which was opened at the time, doesn’t look like some serious software.

“What do you see? It’s just the high-level psycho-opium that’s used to paralyze. I’m sorry.

I was looking at me with interest, and I had to write about the idea of nipples, and I put out some criticism of the top.

“to use these bright and bright things to attract the middle to work for itself, while prohibiting the export of people to the lower floor and preventing too large a gap from causing rioting resistance… I must say, those people who live in the sky are really a bunch of smart people. I’m sorry.

I’m talking about living in the sky.

The world divides classes at a high level, and the higher it rises, it is the community with the greatest resources. They live in towers of hundreds of metres, filled with all the sadness on the ground.

I’ve been listening to you all the time.

“Do you know it’s dangerous to say that? I’m sorry.

“What, are you gonna report me? “I don’t care about my mouth.

How can he report success when he is such a criminal killer who lives in an abandoned residential area and does not dare to show his face?

He smiled evil, “No, I’m not a law-abiding citizen. I’m sorry.

Well, the man’s position is clear.

12

At the end of the day, I started to cook hard, and I couldn’t stand being threatened or blinded by the threats or the “sort,” but I just wanted something to eat.

But I refused to do the dishes.

Whenever I’m going to do a bowl, my cooking level drops fast, and he seems to know several times that if he wants something good, he has to do it himself.

And then when he was cooking, he looked at it from head to end, like a curious baby, and I guess I was wondering how to learn all the cooking skills.

The horror story is still on every day, and it’s the only thing I can’t refuse.

Storytelling is a hobby I’ve had since I was a kid, but I’ve had little chance to tell others. In this different world, there is only one most loyal audience.

Every night, the storyteller shows amazing curiosity and exploration.

Whether it’s American-style pure blood, or Japanese-style horrors, Hong Kong-style phantoms and debts, dead zombies or ghost-likes, or cynicism, or the deep fear that the roosters have sprung.

When he listens to the story, he stares at me with a beautiful head, and he stares at me, and he follows the rhythm of my narrative, blinking, while his pupils magnify, holding his breath.

For the storytellers, it’s an achievement.

At this moment, it seems that we are no longer abductors and abductees, gamers of cruelty and NPCs, but like the adults at the door of the village when they were little, the adults of the strange tales, and the children with their chins, who are very fond of them.

I’ll ask a hundred thousand questions about why the Gacos killed without reason, why they had to hit their heads in order to die, why there was a cycle of death on the cruisers of terror … I talked to him in the air.

At first he’d think something, and then he would give me a reverse output.

In this region of the poor, where spiritual entertainment is sorely lacking, daily storytelling becomes our greatest pleasure.

Today is an old port film. The hostess is a horror novelist who keeps herself at home and writes, and the lights make the atmosphere dark, but there is no inspiration.

These days, she’s always found some anomalies in the family, such as the presence of long hair that can’t be matched by the length of her hair, the fact that she comes back from outside at night and looks up from downstairs, the light on her window and the shadows…

At last, this night, the hostess came to a different world after passing through the building. Also in residential buildings, the environment looks old, rusty iron doors, broken furniture, dark and dark colors … She even saw her childhood toys.

And the world outside the barrel building is like a dream, and it’s as dark as before the summer rain.

An old man of God told her it was an abandoned world. Everything that is abandoned and forgotten will come to this world.

The world suddenly began to collapse, and everything began to break apart and the trend towards collapse came from afar to the housekeeper. The hostess ran madly and escaped into the security zone at the direction of a little girl.

And the forgotten world in this film, and now this abandoned neighborhood, feels like me. The same barrel buildings, old dark environments, worn-out furniture, broken walls with dark stains … and dark light in the sunset.

There’s a lot of quiet and lonely, only the time we were in this place.

I’m suddenly curious how it was when I was alone. No one was there to tell him stories, cook and wash his dishes, and no one was there to watch animated films.

But then the kidnapping game should have started, and I might already have several “players.” Maybe he was lying on the mattress I’m lying on, eating with my chopsticks…

I’ve got a goose bump to think of.

After all this, the hostess finally returned to the real world. When she went back, she wrote everything she’d been through and sold it.

It’s a little quiet looking at me.

“That’s not the point, it’s the thing the girl has to go through, she’ll live harder when she comes back to the real world. Remember those important things, not to forget, not to be forgotten. I’m sorry.

I hit a yawn, shut the lights and ready to go to sleep.

And almost as I fell asleep, I heard the murmurs, “O forgotten world…”

The sound, if not the sound, could not tell whether it was an illusion or whether he really said it.

I didn’t care. I slept under the drug.

13

I’ve always felt that there’s been some kind of change.

On the one hand, he’s always looking at me like I’m a game player, and he’s the NPC who monitors and controls the game scenes, and probably wonders why this player can tell so many horror stories that he can’t get rid of the next one.

He also rarely talks about killing and threatens to kill me as he did before.

I don’t know what I’m talking about. Is it true that I’ve served him so well in such a good and delicious way as to cause the killer to forget his duties? What about the clients?

The group of people should be asking to torture the object of the game and to report regularly.

And they sat securely on the high throne and watched without alarm from the bottom of despair.

So maybe the point is to figure out exactly what the top player’s commissioning was. This may be about my fate.

Maybe it’s always about this, and the horror story that I’m telling you tonight is a horror game.

I did not care before that, and it suddenly transpired that the content of the story was seven or eight points similar to my current situation.

In the story, the man was a plain-faced white collar, who was abused daily by a small supervisor, and he was a coward.

One day he suddenly received a telephone call saying that he had been selected to participate in a break-in game and that a $100 million bonus would be taken if the card was passed.

He thought he was joking, and soon he laughed and said the first level — killing the flies that were buzzing around him. Although he was confused as to why he knew he had flies around him, the man killed them in a suspicious manner. A transfer was immediately made to his own bank account.

The sound on the other side is market-driven, and every time you break through, you get a bonus, the ladder rolls up, and then you end up with a billion.

And then the man took part in a few more, and it was done. But soon the mission began to wonder what made the kindergarten kids cry and removed the stench and rotting bodies from one place and even ate shit.

Speaking of which, I’ve seen him a couple of times since I’ve said, “You’ll eat shit and you’ll believe it.”

He measureth me with his hand, with his chin still, and his fingers are long and white, and he is like a noble man.

“From the moment he ate, the man couldn’t turn back. The bottom line of normal human beings was broken, and he began to get mad and to abandon his conscience as an ordinary human being. After that, the level became more deformed, and the man had the red eyes, and now he wants to win, and he gets the hundred million dollars.”

There’s a group of people in the story who’s almost never shown up, not one person, but a mysterious group, a group of ordinary people. Players participating in the game are live and broadcast for evaluation.

I say that I realize that this story is almost seven or eight points similar to what I am now in, especially with the dark eyes behind it.

But it’s just a glimpse of me in my mouth. It’s probably an anomaly, but it’s not saying anything.

When it comes to the death of the male master by his father, who was also involved in the game, he left his mouth open and said, “If I had been able to kill everyone, I would have done it.” I’m sorry.

In the end, the male master died, and only good female colleagues who had come all the way to keep their heart shut failed to stop and save him.

“However, even if we succeed in getting the prize, and we experience a whole series of nightmare memories of eating shit, we can’t spend it in peace. When people lose the bottom line, they fall into the abyss. Game players either die in mutual killing or fall into madness. “I started to export.

I’ve spoken about similar films before, various subjects of confinement. The main themes are essentially the same.

“The human nature and dignity that you say are easy to abandon before you survive. I’m sorry.

“C’s just picking a hundred people and telling them that if they want to eat shit, they can get to the top, and 90 of them will. “The voice of the Quil can’t hear any emotion, as if he was making some kind of objective and unemotional conversation.

“Do you know anyone in Area C well? I’m sorry.

In the original book, the male owner was “segregated” long ago, living in a desolate area with little or no contact with Area C except work and daily purchases. It’s actually poking up in the dark, and without an investigation, there’s no say, so 90% might be too much.

“And why is this environment so impossible for everyone to live?” Everything is available at the top, but the ground must abandon everything for the sake of life. Is that reasonable? I think that only by thinking about and addressing these problems can we really solve them. I’m sorry.

I don’t rebut it, I look deep in my eyes and it’s full of doubts.

“Are you really a regular worker? Aren’t you working hard to get a promotion and a raise until you get to the top? I’m sorry.

I was like, “Well,” I was like, “Who says no, I used to be an innocent worker until I got into this game. I’m sorry.

The latter sentence I did not say is that only by destroying the top of the rules of the game can we truly escape from the game and no new victims emerge.

The eyes were as dark as a deep blue ocean.

I feel like I’m probably saying too much, and I feel awkwardly touching my head. I’m going to bed. I’m sorry.

And I’ve been telling a lot of stories these days to Kai, and there’s a lot of this stuff about human nature and something profound. It also includes some work full of rebel spirit.

Maybe all the creeks will eventually come together into the ocean, and then the pelicans may realize that being NPC is a problem, because the game itself is a problem dark game.

14

I was given another assignment. I didn’t forget to give me a shot before I left. But this time, I woke up in the back, not the time, but the empty house.

It was in the twilight that the whole house was covered in mysterious blues, which made no sense.

It’s like sleeping all afternoon, waking up alone in an empty house, having the feeling of losing a good time.

It was 3 p.m. yesterday afternoon. It’s almost 7 p.m., more than 24 hours.

Usually he will be back in a day, and every time I wake up, he’s there, for the first time not seeing him.

This also means that, for the first time, there is no one to watch.

I ran right through the door, but it was locked. Then I threw a chair at the door, locked it with a tool, and then the 18-style martial arts wheel went up, and then I started breathing.

Although the house is very old, the doors are unbreakable and it is assumed that it should have been replaced or reinforced. Go through the door, it won’t work. And there’s nothing to climb outside the bathroom window, and the balcony is blocked by rusty windows, which is no good.

I wandered like a headless fly in the house and finally put my eyes in the mysterious bedroom when I looked at it.

It’s only been there for a while, and maybe something useful. But screw the doorknob, it won’t open either.

Time passes by, and I’m so tired I fall on the couch. The clockwise pointed to 12 o’clock and the cylindrical was still missing. What happened?

As a result of the long sleep, the night was almost without much sleep.

I sat in the house and walked around, thinking about every possibility and coping strategy that had not come back before dawn.

It was boring to sit for hours and the door was opened and a bloodman appeared in front of it.

When it came to cylindrium, it appeared that the entire person was damp with blood on his shirt and pants, and even dark blood on his head. And he put his hair on his head in disarray, and his face and his lips were white, and his face was covered in sweat.

He was shaking around his abdomen and seemed to pass out in the next second.

I consciously went up there and fell in my arms.

“Hey, are you okay?”

He was in my arms, and he looked at me with his pale lips: “Is it okay?” I’m sorry.

“Why so much blood?” I held him and touched him with a hand full of blood.

“The bullet goes in, you help me get the shrapnel out…”

I’ve taken the medicine box, and I’m going to pick up a bullet under the bell.

Fortunately, he had been given several medications earlier, and, together with previous impressions of a medical play, had generally understood the role of each tool. However, he was squealing when he opened his shirt and saw the blood wound.

“Physicate the knives and stings, then remove them, disinfect them, suture them…”

My face is all wrinkled, “How do you take it, I won’t. I’m sorry.

“If you don’t want me to die, don’t bullshit. Of course I can’t stop you now if you want to go.”

It appears to have lost too much blood and was unable to close its eyes and breathe, with the possibility of dying on the spot at any time.

I can’t think of that much. I’ll just have to get to my head.

I have a bitter face, and I carefully plowed the wound with disinfected tatters, and I can see silver-lighted metal in the depths of the wound.

I’m sweating my teeth. I’m more nervous.

The whole journey was free of anaesthetics, while the gills were carrying the abdominal, leg-deep bullets, originals and sutures, and the whole body shivering, and its face was as white as the white as it was to be lost.

“Do you think that the abandoned world is like this?” It’s old and dark, no one else. Here, it’s like being abandoned.”

“If I survive, I’ll take you out once. Here, too quiet…”

I’m focused on the movement of my hands, adhesively responding to his words, “Well, hold on, or this pain will be wasted. I’m sorry.

“Why are you so strange, there’s so many stories that don’t sound as boring as they sound?” I’m sorry.

“If you survive, you’ll have to wash the dishes.”

I’m so sorry. “Well, you’ll survive first. I’m sorry.

Finally, the process of blurry is over.

I covered my hands with sweat in blood, as if it had just passed through a battle.

And then, finally, he fainted.

I tested his nose and breath.

15

I carefully moved the platinum to my own little mattress so that he could rest. They then went through the medicine box and the house, and finally some white bottles.

I chose two vials, relying on the instincts of the original, and I poured them to feed them to the master. A dead horse is a living doctor. If the wound is infected, there will be no cure in this place.

I can’t swallow it when I put it in my mouth. Is it time to start the show where men and women use their mouths to feed them?

I wrinkled and found out that things were not easy, but my eyes were dazzling and I quickly came up with a wonderful way.

I crushed the pills into powder and melted them into water, and a spoon was fed into the mouth.

A trace of water enters the mouth and slowly penetrates the throat and is eventually fed in.

The Beneficent, will it pass when you look at the calf. It should be safe.

The porridge in the pot grunts with heat, and the scent of porridge mixed with vegetables and meat slowly floats out into the nose of the porridge.

That’s the soothing sound you hear when you wake up, and the fragrance of food in your nose.

This was the first time that he had woken up with a companion who had prepared him for food and watched over him rather than guarding others.

In a moment, the eyes were lost.

“Wake up? You’ve been asleep for two days. You’ve been asleep. I’m sorry.

It was ready to rise, but it moved the wound and made a painful whisper.

I went over there and stopped him and lifted him gently by the side of the sofa, “Don’t move, it’s hard to get you here. I’ll give you a bowl of congee. I’m sorry.

The porridge comes, and the porridge stares at the veggie porridge, “I’d like to have sweet vinegar ribs, red pork, fried chicken legs, pepper salt pig hoof…”

Dude, you’re thinking big fish. And I cried out with a meanness: “The patient cannot eat such a heavy mouth, and it will affect the recovery of the wound. It’s easy to digest. Eat. I’m sorry.

He reached out to get a bowl and made a painful “breathing” and heard my hair numb.

“The wound hurts?”

It’s an innocent place, pale lips, and it’s a little bit more ill now. It’s a bit embarrassing to face a disease of this size.

I took the spoon, I blew the porridge and handed it to him. It was like a three-year-old who couldn’t look after himself.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“Ah, what?”

“You said a patient can’t eat so hard, I don’t know. Never heard of it, never had it. This time, I’m going to dump the garbage in the gutter.

It seems to have recovered a little bit of force, smugly and harshly, with eyes turned over because of the pain.

“All right, I’ll see you better than that. You’re gonna have to be perfectly well for 10 and a half days. I’m sorry.

My labra said that the tone was no longer as careful and respectful as it was when I first came here. After all, it’s me who’s in control.

During the next period, I was in charge of the food and living conditions of the calf.

It is no longer necessary to make a meal, to clean up, and to feed a man who is barely a metre to eat and wipe his face. That’s enough. I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom.

And whenever I show a single impatience or irritation, the calf bites on the pale lips, and is sick to do it himself, and then he faints.

“What do you want?

I don’t think it’s him, but I’m the one who’s called.

16

He didn’t want to go into his room and said it was too boring to take my mattress.

“Where will I sleep on the couch? “I spit.

Together? “There’s still one person to sleep.” I’m sorry.

I slept on the couch for a few nights, with big black eyes, and I ended up sleeping next to my face. Whatever. He doesn’t mind what else I care about.

But I’m beginning to wonder about the man’s sexual orientation, and it’s amazing that he’s sleeping next to this big beauty, who hasn’t reacted at all.

Is it only when the hostess shows up that she’ll fall in love as if she had been appointed to the second degree?

“Why don’t you go? I fainted. Isn’t that a chance to escape? * Questioned in the dark, the voice could not hear. *

In any case, it would have been a real shock to him when he came back, like a bloodthirsty man, and he didn’t think much, just unconsciously.

I was in a coma for two days, and I thought I’d run away, but I hesitated, and I thought that something bad would happen if I left the seriously injured man alone.

And then… well, I don’t know why I didn’t sneak away. After all this rush to come back, the door was not locked.

“Why ask so many questions? Do you want to die? If I left, you’d be dead by now. I’m sorry, I didn’t answer his questions.

And in the darkness, we are both close to each other on small mattresses, and there is an illusion of mutual dependence.

“Another story. “The Zeniths didn’t force me to take sleeping pills, but the habit of telling stories hasn’t changed.

“All right, let’s talk about today’s intoxication of love…”

It’s been a long story, and it’s been a long story, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been telling you about the Titanic, the Tsing ghost, Romeo and Juliet, Leung Sang-Bak and Young-dee, as well as the hyds of the palace.

Turning to the iced Jack on the deck that went into the sea, I couldn’t help but choked when old Rose came back to Titanic to see Jack when he was young.

He didn’t talk, but I heard him suck his nose.

It’s been over a decade, and the middle gang re-packaged.

According to previous experience at the hospital, the abdominal and thighs can be removed in about 10 days, but the cylindrical language does not allow me to see his wounds again.

“What are you ashamed of? Forget who dug your bullets and who sewd your wire? I’m sorry.

And We seized his garments, and did not struggle with them, and the mood became as if I were to take possession of the daughters. I ended up relying on the strength of my body, lifting his shirt and showing a strong abs.

I looked at them and they looked at each other.

Why is it so flat?

I was quick to recall that, in the past, the male master had recovered from minor injuries, which should have been due to his physical resilience.

“When did you get better?” You didn’t tell me, did you? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know, the wound still hurts…”

I don’t think this guy meant well.

17

It was not the truth that was broken down, but it was on the couch, and it was like a lazy, noble man: “But I’m not ready, you have to cook.” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, I might not be fit to move, but I’d rather sleep on this mattress. I’m sorry.

I’m staring at this guy, and he’s lying. “Go to your room!” Don’t take my mattress! I’m sorry.

I don’t know, I’m not spending time with the kidnappers and the abductees, more like two familiar, fat-house friends who spend all day in the house watching movies and telling fantasy stories from the outside world.

On the corner of this cruel world, we remain in the forgotten abandoned house as if we were to isolate all dark things.

Like the unsatisfied area C, where people compete with each other, where innocent people are forced to participate in brutal games, and the more indescribable dark side…

But being blind does not mean that it does not exist.

It’s like being a perverted killer, and I’m a watchful gamer. Even if we were close enough, that would not change.

While I was in the shower, I came to the door and tried to turn the doorknob.

The door locks have been locked, probably when the gills were injured, when I wasn’t paying attention, or when I fell asleep and forced to lock them.

Although, as expected, if the door was unlocked, I would doubt the professionalism of the male killer. But in his heart, he was still watching me.

It’s normal, though. He’s just an emotional killer, isn’t he?

It’s been a long time since I saved my life.

The opportunity came soon. I was not forced to take sleeping pills, but the door was locked every time I went out.

That night, he was going to go out to buy supplies, open the door and the phone rings.

Turning around with the door, he quickly entered the mysterious bedroom and closed the door to the telephone.

I looked at the door and realized that there was a fact — the phone was too busy to be locked. When the heart is pounding, an excellent opportunity is present, but it’s like a meteor.

The usual length of a previous mission call is between three and five minutes, leaving me only a few minutes, and this could be a real missed opportunity. I ran when I was ready.

Walk gently to the gate, open the door, walk down the door, close it gently, and the clouds flow. The process has been conceived a million times and has finally been used.

When the door closed, I ran in the direction of the stairs.

It’s dark down the hall, and I’m holding my hand and I’m afraid I’ll fall and slow down. But when you’re afraid of cylindrical, you can only run down with your head.

Other senses than vision in the dark are amplified, old molds in the building, rough and dusty tastes of touch hands, the sound of rushing to run down the stairs, the tremors of breath… everything flows into five senses like a horror film.

I finally got to the first floor. There was a scalding fence at the stairway with an old iron lock on it, which was also locked.

I looked all over the place, and I found an iron jar that broke into the lock, and I broke it a few times.

I cried and opened the iron door and ran out.

It’s getting a little bit weirder and weirder. It’s a night without moonlight, with no old areas and no lights around, and it’s like touching the blind.

I ran to the depths of darkness, and human beings were born to fear the unknown and the darkness.

If you’re in a horror movie, you can lose your life in the dark.

Running, I slowed down and looked around.

It’s dark ahead, but it’s weird that something seems to be staring at me in the dark, and it’s making people sweaty. Women’s sixth sense tells me that the darkness is dangerous.

Even in the dark there are strange noises of grunts and strange lumbers of light that fade away. Mother, is it a wolf or something?

I turned back, and there was only one light in the dark, and that was the house on several floors.

The warm light of orange light shines far away as if it were a lighthouse on the sea.

And I stand in darkness, as a traveler who rolls with the waves, helpless.

After a few seconds of balance, rational scales also refer to the house of Qin, after all, where known dangers are more acceptable than unknown fears.

That’s it. I went back to the house. The door wasn’t locked. I quietly opened the door and walked in.

Sitting on the sofa, reading a book, hearing me come in and not showing too much reaction, he turned a page and seemed to see God.

I frown, I don’t understand what this guy’s like.

I said before that I would kill myself if I found out that I was running away, that I felt that I would not really kill the man who saved his life, and that from time to time he would feel that he would not kill the man who told his story every day. But at least, it’ll be tough talk.

But now he’s ignoring me.

I went back to the mattress and looked at him a little bit, “Well, is there a story today?” I’m sorry.

Say it. He closed his book and looked at me with no face, and looked at me as if I was incomprehensible.

It’s like grown-ups tell kids not to eat ice cream, or they’re gonna hang up and fight. As a result, the children had ice cream marks on their mouths, acting like they weren’t doing anything, talking about other things.

If I were a grown-up, I’d probably hang the kid.

And then we’d have forgotten about going out for supplies.

18

It seems that the escape was just the way it was.

Three months have passed, and I’ve kept my mouth shut about whether the game is over or not, and I’m wondering if I can find a chance to test it.

And yet he’s just sitting around, trying to get me to tell him stories, including love stories, and not even a few killer missions.

“Having body”? You’re so strong you can’t feed. “I looked at him strangely, and I didn’t know what he was wearing. Was it a serious injury?

“Don’t worry about my brain, worry about your future. * He took a look at me and seemed to see through my mind. *

I’m in a state of mind, “What will happen to me?” It’s almost three months. The game should be over by rules. Let me go. I’m sorry.

“Do you really want to go? I’m sorry.

“Joseph, you’re just a regular clerk, and the four of you are in a 40-square room, working from morning to night for nearly 12 hours a day, inspiring yourself to spend the most disgusting day by making dreams that enter the top.” Do you want to go back to that life?”

“What’s wrong here?” Every day without doing anything, you can eat and sleep. Isn’t that what most people want? “It’s like a god without feelings.”

“But it’s not a long-term plan. It is not possible to let a game last too long. I’m sorry.

So I don’t know how much I know when I hear it.

“And are you really going to do this forever? In this deserted house of no one, alone? I’m sorry.

It didn’t answer and the atmosphere was quiet.

In fact, I don’t have to convince Kai to let me go, and it’s the designer of this dark game — the top clients.

From the outset, they had asked game regulators to report regularly on the player ‘ s condition, to report on the player ‘ s ending when it fell due, to see whether he was dead or crazy, and to fly again if he was alive. And this round has gone far beyond their expectations.

They are not worried about the game regulator’s defection, but they need to send someone to clear up a little bit of trouble, but they have to waste time when they get to it.

This guy is lazy when he’s lazy, but he’s got everything he wants. But that’s what happened after the lady.

I had to run for days, but I had to find a day.

He received a telephone call, but did not mean to go on a mission. He’s been staring at me for days, making me wonder.

I was sitting in a chair and watching the sky outside the balcony, and I walked up and said, “They wanted me to kill you.” I’m sorry.

“As you can see, it’s a human game. The client has been entrusted in secret on the black market, and I have been given the task of abducting the girls who are unaccompanied on the road, torturing their minds and informing the client of their changes. You’re the 7th of my kidnapping, six people dead, two crazy and one who went back to the police and was killed. I’m sorry.

Despite his mouth full of truth, he was the unwitting tone.

I look at him, and I think about what it’s all about.

“So you’re gonna kill me? “I smiled, and I looked at it with caution, ready to run.

“So let’s go. “I’m looking at me in a regular manner, and I’m looking at you more seriously than ever.

I looked up in my eyes and wondered if my ears were listening, “What? I’m sorry.

“Back your bags. Let’s go. Get out of this abandoned world. I’m sorry.

It’s like listening to a TV announcement number.

“You said that the abandoned world is like this, old and dark, no one else. We should leave the abandoned world and go to the real world. I’m sorry.

“If you don’t want to die, you have to go now. I’m sorry.

I was pulled up to the door of his mysterious bedroom, where a war was about to strike.

19

With the key wrinkled, the whole picture of the mysterious bedroom appeared before us.

A simple bed, closet, table and chair, with some documents and pens on the table, does not look different from the normal room.

When he pulled the locker, he pulled out a black suitcase. Open the suitcase, full of all kinds of weapons, luminous metal, staring at people.

It appears that the cylindrical swirling, which appeared to confirm the integrity of the equipment, filled the case with satisfaction and made a cracking sound.

He started packing his clothes, and he handed me an obnoxious look, “Come on, get your things.” The simpler the better, the less necessary. I’m sorry.

I rushed to pick up a few clothes for laundry and underwear, and when I returned to my room, I saw a gill of clothes, all of them folded flat, and the tops and pants were patiently sorted, and even the thick coats of winter in the closet were turned out.

“What are you doing?”

“Back up. I’m sorry.

This summer, you need to bring your winter coat? You want me to hurry?

I had a few convulsions, and I went up and grabbed some summer clothes and threw them in my backpack: “Big brother, we’re going to flee for our lives, not for vacation.” I’m sorry.

I packed my clothes three or five times less than two, and I put some of the other necessary rags in my arms when I threw them in my arms, and I put a little backpack on my back and tied my shoelaces to get out of the way.

He blinked and blinked, and was set up.

He looked at the table and looked for some papers and books and stuffed them in my backpack: “Don’t lose these secrets and money.” I’m sorry.

That is how the life of flight blows.

The house was swept away from the front.

The old furniture, the broken walls, the dark stains on the surface of the items all look kind of sweet at this point, after all, I have a hard-working nanny to clean and clean up these days.

It used to live in this house alone for a long time, and then it was filled with memories of watching, telling stories, cooking, cleaning and cleaning with me at the 7th house.

“Let’s go.” I’m sorry.

The same building, the same iron door, finally walked out of the house in broad daylight, and for the first time in these days I felt the sun and my feet on the ground.

The ground in the used areas is filled with long-standing, unmanageable dust, and the grass and trees grow sour that they almost flood the path around the house.

When he pulled a car door, he threw something into the back seat, suggesting I sat in the co-pilot.

He then set fire to the fire, he stepped on the separation, he hung up, he stepped on the gas, he made his move, and the car strung out.

Drives faster on the back of the road, as if it was empty. He looked forward with no face, he looked indifferent, and the numbers were straight 180, and he saw me.

The wind pours into the car through the window, full of the sound of the wind when the car blows, and the hair is blown up and danced.

The sun is pouring on us, and it seems like it’s really on vacation.

No one’s chasing us with weapons, no one wants us dead. If none of this exists, we’ll just drive safely to travel.

“Where are we going?”

“Nightmare on Earth. I’m sorry.

No friends and no family, no one in Area B except to my house. But once the top-level client is tracking the defectors, the address of my real identity and all the associates will definitely be found first and the home will be exposed sooner or later.

So far, we have only one place to go — Area C.

The environment is dirty and densely populated, and the top layer is not generally traced there. Even Area C has become a means of dealing with people at the top, and the unsatisfied have left them to the C4 to self-destruct.

C4 is the most dangerous slum, with a large population and a mixed population of fish, ranging from poor people at the bottom to ticking places, from black markets to goods trading. It is a place where the strong prevail, a jungle world that fully adheres to Darwinian principles.

A human nightmare? That’s a very appropriate description.

In the original work, Joss was tortured by the male master and thrown into C4 and killed himself. In the C4, a woman who has nothing is worthy of living, from begging to taking advantage of her only beauty.

She insisted on being discovered, and since then she has become a hard-hearted, hard-heart-heart-cobalt-dark-Joe.

And now that I’m in the woman’s body, I can’t escape the fate of Area C.

“Do you know who the client is? I’m sorry.

“Most transactions on the black market, buyers and sellers are confidential. I’m sorry.

“Then they don’t know who you really are, do they? Sounds like you don’t have any reason to run with me. I’m sorry.

“The site is their proposal,” he said, “I’ve got no good news for you and I’m the game manager who’s ruined the mission, but only the end of the expulsion.” I’m sorry.

It’s serious, but does the client really come after us? A player with no rooster in his hand, and a killer who can’t be seen? We can’t do anything in our capacity.

If it’s too expensive to find us, and if we don’t take the initiative of looking for them, it’s possible that the client might give up and kill.

But there is also no room for blind optimism that the top layers of the book are extremely corrupt and may be more excited to join the game when the player and the killer escape.

As the vehicles left the abandoned areas, other vehicles began to appear on the road.

The flat road is next to a green green belt, and far from it is a building and a house. This is Area B, which looks much worse than the modern city, but the whole environment and the layout are similar. And a little special is that houses don’t have any tall buildings above six.

The vehicle continued to move forward and reached a road near the top.

One side of the road is the low, faulty, infrastructure-like area B, and the other side, with buffers and electricity grids, is the top floor of the flat.

The architecture of the glass curtain wall looks at the past as it shines, and it is woven with beautiful lawns in a variety of modern and highly sensitive buildings. High-sized buildings rush into the clouds, and seem to imagine the sky of the top clouds.

This contrast in vision is very powerful.

What can be said is similar to the upgraded version of the American international city of CBD, on the one hand, and the troubled cities of the industrial revolution, on the other. And between them there is only one barrier and one road.

I watched in silence on both sides of the road and realized why the residents of Area B wanted to be on top.

It means a better life, without any sense of anxiety and a sense of superiority over the human being.

Especially when this bubble-dreaming scene is in front of you, you may wonder how you can’t breathe and then rely on this dream as the only dream of a cruel life.

But it is a dream that itself becomes a cruel part of it.

It lasted about seven or eight hours until it got dark and parked by the side of the road. “Come down, the rest of the place has to go. I’m sorry.

We were carrying a backpack, carrying a suitcase, and two people were on their way in the dark blue twilight.

After walking through the normal streets, they gradually reached the remote suburbs of the desert, where Yomo is the border between B and C.

It’s a small road. Long weeds grow to the thighs, slash our hands and arms from time to time, and have a sense of exterior expediency.

It was super long day.

20

The day that arrived in Area C was completely dark down.

The car was parked on a quiet street in Area B, and then we walked for three hours, bypassing the nearest C1 and heading to Area C2. If that group really came here, it would take some time.

Unlike Area B, which is still a normal building and street, the small brick houses in Area C are mixed with the houses built in the wood sheds, and they’re crowded indiscriminately. The drains on both sides of the road do not appear to have been able to remove sewage in a timely and thorough manner, sowing the odour of filth and fermentation.

Roadlights on roads are very low, large areas of land are hidden in the shadows, and a few of the areas that are lumbered with light are roads where cracks are seen to be in disrepair.

Roadwalkers are very thin and there are not many lights on either side of the road.

“Where are we going? I’m sorry.

“See if there’s a hotel and if there isn’t, find an empty corner. I’m sorry.

It’s smooth and doesn’t seem to feel tired. That’s when he’s been driving for a day, plus almost three hours.

If it was C4, maybe we could find a hotel, where the fish dragons are mixed, hiding all sorts of people, even some of the top floors and the B zones would go there for some purpose. But there’s no one else in Area C to consume this luxury.

Looks like we’re camping tonight, and I miss that little mattress with sadness. Small and broken, but at least soft.

Most houses looked dark from the window, with only sporadic lights. I’m curious, “Is there a few C2 people?” I’m sorry.

“People are asleep. Electricity costs money, but no sunlight. So people in Area C usually sleep early and get up early the next day to work. I’m sorry.

It’s like a voice-based robot with a question-and-answer face. I’m sorry.

I’m dumb. Well, this guy’s pretty good at learning, and he’s already good at using modern terminology. The word 996 was also mentioned when he was first told a story.

A shantytown on the side of the road flashed a weak light. There are bean-sized eyes on the wall, blinking, spying on those who pass.

That’s a little kid with a dirty face with obvious childishness and a lack of sense of curiosity staring at us two impassioned guests. Perhaps because of chronic malnutrition, the whole person is very thin and has only a slightly more round face.

I suddenly thought there was a lot of food in my backpack, so I pulled out a ready-to-eat ham. Fortunately, before going out of the house, all the portable foods in the home were searched to prevent me and Kibaki from starving to death.

I went to the kids and handed over the ham. I’m sorry.

The children hesitated for a few seconds, and finally they salivad.

I smiled, and I turned around and left, and I got caught by a little hand.

There’s finally a place to rest tonight.

The child dragged me away from talking, and then a woman came out of the house, seemed to see our predicament and invited us to live in her house.

The facilities in the house are very simple, and the centre is a dilapidated folding table and chair, with a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner. It looks like a place to sleep.

The only thing that’s unique is that it’s probably a little toy car for children, and there’s some simple wooden toys next to it.

The man seems to be away, only the woman and the child.

21

Women are shabby, and that’s the look on the face of a man who’s been in a long time of hard work and is burdened without hope.

But she still tries to bend her back straight and greets two people from far away.

She must have seen us running all day, found some food to entertain us.

But what kind of food is there? The groceries of the dry bar with the ecstasy, and I’m used to homemade curry and I don’t know where to look.

The usual foods, in contrast, look like a rare feast.

The most important thing is that the food is not poisoned. We left so suddenly that there were no follow-up on this road, and the possibility that the family had been ambushed in advance was minimal. If the client pursues us, it should be more direct.

Women look at me a little red. That look is so familiar.

And in modern times, when I came to my house as a child of my second generation, I took out all I had to share with him.

I’m sorry, shy, embarrassed, afraid of being rejected or mocked. It’s a little hard to see.

And when I took a bun, and I took a few sausages out of it, and I gave it to the gills, “Eat, there’s no staple food in the bag, have to eat and fill up.” I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, this is all that’s left of the house”… and the woman at last smiled, “You must be in Area B, why are you here?” I’m sorry.

It’s not very sophisticated to look at me and the cylindrical, but it’s clean and clean, and it’s easy to tell from the air that it doesn’t belong here.

There seems to be some inaccuracies, and women do not continue to ask.

He was staring at the buns for a few seconds, without unexpectedly complaining, and then he ate.

The child who ate the food came by shyly, and I gave her another sausage, but she didn’t want it, she looked at me in peace.

“What’s your name?”

“Hitch. “The sound is so clear, it’s a girl, but the hair is so short, it doesn’t even show sex.

“Was that a stream? That’s nice. I’m sorry.

“No, Mom says it’s Hope Hitch. The little girl answered seriously, “The black eyes seem to be very serious.”

I did a little bit. It was a little complicated. Hope, even in these dark days, there is hope for the future.

At the very least, hope must be given to children who don’t know the world.

“Good boy. I touched Hitch’s face.

We talked, and the hostess mentioned that Hitch’s father worked in a distant mine, and that there would be a long delay on the way back and forth, and that she would come back almost once a week for more work.

With the exception of C4, the C zone is essentially a site of mineral resources, with a continuous flow of blood to the top, and it is only left with the remains.

The woman calmly claims that she can hear nothing.

She laid us a bed in the living room, where we rest at night. After the curtains, she slept with her daughter, Hitch.

Hitch seems to have gone out of his mind a few times and didn’t want to go to sleep with me and Kiri. Maybe someone from outside is too new to her.

When he was filled, he leaned upon me and the little girl, and looked at me in cold and cold, and she was afraid that she would approach me, but she couldn’t stop looking at him.

I’m a little smug, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a big brother so handsome and so cold.

“Sister, what’s Area B like?” It’s high up there, isn’t it? Mom said she’d take me to Area B so I could wear nice clothes and eat meat every meal. I’m sorry.

That’s a question of innocence, and I’m still thinking about how to answer it, and I’m saying, “Don’t dream, it’s less likely than the stars fall. I’m sorry.

His eyes blinked, and his face was a bit innocent and distraught. I comforted myself by talking to the child, who was taken to bed with her mother.

The curtain was drawn, so I took a deep breath and relaxed. It’s been a long day.

At the time, he was lying sideways on the mattress, with his right elbow on the mattress, his hands on the chin, and his left hand was patting the empty spot next to him, indicating that he had reserved a place for me.

This guy’s a little bit of a shocker, but he’s just like him.

But when he’s outside, he’s gonna be a little more arrogant and cold, like a cat that could explode at any moment.

I packed my backpack and checked if there was anything missing, especially precious money. Then I lay down and whispered, “This is Area C.” I’m sorry.

“What, you think it’s better to stay in the house with me? I’m sorry.

“No, how do you put it? Do you regret coming out with me now? I’m sorry.

The man next to me was silent, and I waited for a few seconds, and I turned my head and I couldn’t help but look at my face. Because I was too close, I could almost count his eyelashes.

He looked at me like he was at the end of the galaxy, “No, I don’t think it will ever happen again. I’m sorry.

Maybe it’s still too close, and my heart beats a few times. That’s why I can’t get too close to a nice guy.

He went back and said, “There is no good food to eat. But if you’re not there, you can’t eat. I’m sorry.

♪ ♪ I’m sorry ♪ Is it true that this guy has only food in his head?

“Does Hitch really have no chance of going to B? I asked in a very light tone.

Some of the minor set-ups in the original book were not clear, but the period remained largely inconvenient.

It is easy to move down, but it is difficult to move up. It’s like the top floor is free to go to B, C, but B, C, if you want to go to the top, even if you just go to see, you have to have a legal certificate to pass the check, not to mention being a top citizen.

Persons in Area B have the opportunity to get a place at the top if they work extremely hard and prove their worth. However, the number of places per year is very small, with very few. And Area C, there’s no opportunity to move up.

“In the past year, when there were people in Area B who were not available, they would come to Area C to select candidates. But over the last few years, there’s too many young people in Area B to be able to accommodate themselves. I’m sorry.

So, it’s very unlikely that you’ll be a citizen of Area B if you leave Area C.

“What about you, are you C or B? I’m sorry.

I was silent for a while, “I’m nowhere but an unidentified person. Sleep, I’ll watch. I’m sorry.

He didn’t seem to want to mention his past, so I stopped asking.

The original book was also about the male owner, referring only to the fact that he came from a desolate place outside the existing regional division, where he was gifted by physical abilities such as speed, endurance, resilience, agility and so forth, and had since survived by the killer’s profession.

“Go to sleep, I’ll keep it. “It’s been driving all day and walking for three hours.

“It’s not really necessary. Go to sleep. I’ll stay. I’m sorry.

He didn’t say anything anymore. He was blindfolded. He does seem tired, and in a little while he’s got a flat breath.

My body is also tired, but my brain is working on it, thinking about the next scene. There has been a significant shift in the scene, with male owners and artillery women running away, and it is almost impossible to predict the course of the later story, and it seems that only one step is taken.

Also, I have a key message in my hand that can be useful at this critical juncture.

I couldn’t sleep with a mess in my head, and I started flipping and I was going to see if there was any useful information about the documents that were stuck in the backpack when I was going to see it. I flipped out a notebook, which was very shocking.

17 April

She’s on her way. Her eyes were as cold as the beasts, and there was hatred and anger, perhaps an interesting prey.

The new player is located, the reason for selection: eyes.

18 April

Player: Joss, 22 years old.

Number of families: 4.

Work: Cell clerk working 12 hours a day.

This, looks like a record of the kidnapping of a girl while she was in prison? I keep looking down.

21 April

Player 7 is in position.

22 April

Day one: 7 is more calm and agrees to play. No meat soup, only rice. The office’s horror stories, the idea of escape, and the threat of a kitchen knife were more cooperative.

This is indeed a record of the kidnapping of women while in prison, and the use of words such as “player” is very objective and concise, perhaps for reporting to the client? Looked at me and looked at me. A page turned down.

But in the back, it’s getting weird.

22 May

Jell-O, red meat, stew, why does she cook so much food and always have so many horror stories in her head? But…

24 May

Never mind. Just hang out with her for a while. It’s been a long time. But she’s crying too much, woman.

27 May

She doesn’t seem to be angry, but the food she’s been cooking is getting worse.

In the back, words are becoming more spoken, and some strange cartoons are painted.

And in June, the record stopped. And it’s August now.

I looked and covered my mouth and restrained the smiles and confusions that were almost unstoppable.

What do you really think? If you really put this report on, the client might think the killer wasn’t retarded?

I’ve been looking at other documents, basically some people’s information, their identities, their addresses, their places of work, their habits, and so on.

22

The night was hardly long, and it was only in the morning, when the sun came back, that the sun came in, at about 6700 hours.

The cylindrical was leaning out of the window and the sideline was as beautiful as the ancient Greek sculpture.

He looked right at me and he seemed to have a complaint on his face. He had a thin black eye under his eyes and seemed to have slept poorly last night.

I hit a yawn and walked, “Didn’t sleep well? I’m sorry.

“We have to keep an eye on the danger. “You look like you’re trapped to death. You can go back to sleep. I’m sorry.

I don’t focus on the poison tongue when I am, but on the protection of animals. “Protect animals? How do you know there’s a black eye on the animal? I’m sorry.

“Didn’t you say so? Didn’t you say I didn’t put the animals cute last time? And that you’ve seen a black-and-white, round-and-roll animal, and no one thinks it’s cute…

How to put it, there’s a strange contrast between the calm, like a mathematical solution, and the fact that a rolling creature is not cute?

But I kind of can’t remember when I said round and round. It’s a bit too strong when it’s gibberish.

Hitch’s mother is already busy by the stove, and she hasn’t seen him yet. Mother Hitch is busy, coming towards me.

She put her hands on her apron a few times, and it seemed like there was some sort of twirling to ask me, “Well, you should have come here for a special reason. Maybe I’m talking too much, but it would be better if I didn’t jump in here. I’ve got two clean clothes for you, for me and my husband. They’re not very good, but they’re all washed. “If you need anything…”

That is true. Me and Keen look different from here, and if the client does, it’s easy to locate. Not to mention that we’re all foreigners, and there may be exclusions from the upper echelons.

I am pleased to accept and express my sincere gratitude.

She looked at the table and indicated that she had her clothes on the table, and then went back to the house behind the curtains and pulled the curtains, as if she did not want to bother me and the Qi to change clothes.

The clothes are old, but they smell like soap. It’s dark to wear the man’s clothes, but it still looks like a noble boy in the countryside who experiences life and poverty.

It’s not right how I look when I’m frowning.

It’s not weird, it’s innocent, it’s like a photo model.

Skin is not wrinkled, and it presents a long-standing paleness that has not gone through the wind and the sun, and it does not appear to be a life-suffering wind. They tend to have a tight skin and look like they’re always in a hurry, probably in their twenties.

I went to the stove, looked at the scene, and I felt the ashes with my hands and hands.

“You’re not real enough. I’ll give you something. I’m sorry.

He said he couldn’t keep his head off his head, he started to smite his face, and he said, “Don’t struggle for your own good. I’m sorry.

But, unexpectedly, it may be too shocking for me to be able to wipe his face.

And when it was done, the gibberish looked at me, and the white face was darkened by dust, and I laughed.

“You’ve got a lot of balls now. @Ambassah: #Jan25: #Jan25 #Yemen #egypt

Be serious, we’re on the run. “I’m going to put down my voice, not just you, I’m going to fix it.” I’m sorry.

He smiled with his mouth shut, and then rubbed his hand and approached me. One hand held my two wrists and the other touched my face.

The best killer’s got his hands full.

But he seemed like he was having fun, laughing and rubbing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

And the mother of Hitch and the girl who was pulled up, they saw the two of us together.

“You are so sweet, are you still in love?” I’m sorry.

“What’s so hot about Mom, like you and Dad? “It’s not like she’s not familiar with the world.

“Well, that’s not true. Mom and Dad are over that age. I’m sorry.

“No, no, we’re friends, friends…” My rebuttal is so weak, it’s hanging in the air.

“Why so much?” I’m sorry.

When I’m done, I’ll go out to the street with Kai. In addition to changing clothes and smuging my face, I messed my hair up and left a few twigs of hair, far from looking like a mom.

The day was on the streets of Area C, and everything was more powerful.

Low-sized brick houses are mixed with simple huts, and the drains on both sides of the road smell dirty, with many cracks on the old and untreated roads, and untreated garbage in the corner.

There are not many trees on the side of the road but only the smell of sand.

The men frowned under the sun and hurriedly walked, with their feet running around. Those who sleep at night are mostly out there at this time and appear to be more densely populated than they imagined.

We go down the street, and there are small stalls on the street, some vegetables and meat, some items of food, which look bad, but it is the only resource available to this place for survival.

Moving further deep, even the brick houses cannot be seen, with only a few shanty towns, which are worse than the Hitchshire.

A woman who was standing at the door of her house trying to cut a piece of wood with an ax, was frowning and doing her best to chop it up again and again.

And when I looked at it, he softly said that some people in Area C could not afford electricity and could only use raw fire resources.

I watched the woman’s mind go down and the woman looked up to me for a second. What was that look?

The face was full of suffering, and the woman’s eyes told me that she knew very well how bad it was that she had to rely on cutting wood in front of her house to make a fire.

But she had to hold it tight, cut it harder, harder.

Looks like I’m in a complicated mood, like I’m stuck in something, and I have an indescribable sense of condensation.

23

“Hey, what’s up? “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

“Don’t you think these people look very sober? Know your own suffering and what life you live. But they can’t change, they can’t even dream, and only children who don’t know anything are fantasies about getting into high-class society. I’m sorry.

“You can put away these unnecessary feelings, and it doesn’t help. It’s like, “You’re right, but you’re nothing.”

No shit, maybe. But why am I here, in this strange world, forced to witness and accept this huge divide, to see that even modern society’s animals can live a warm life?

No, the story won’t let us go easy, and maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we’ll actually kill each other.

Me and Kai started talking about what to do next. It’s not a long-term plan to stay at Hitch’s house, and if the client comes to us, it’s only gonna hurt them.

Finally, we rented a house in the area of the center of C2’s little boom, and we were ready to stay and take a look.

And before we left, We gave Hee a lot of well-packaged food so that she could hide and eat quietly, and not let outsiders see it.

She looked at me with her big eyes for a long time and asked, “Sister, are you going back to B? Can I go to Area B later?”

I touched her head, “How about making this place a better place than B?” So that you and Mom and Dad could eat good, nice clothes, have a solid house and sleep in a soft bed. I’m sorry.

Hitch’s face is like, “Can we? But I asked Mom and Dad why we were so shitty here, they didn’t answer me. Can we really change here? I’m sorry.

“Yes, when Hee grows up, he will find a way to change. I squeezed her little face and tried to bury a growing seed.

When he stood by and looked at us in peace, he failed to break my big words and lies.

Now it’s a lie, but perhaps one day the seeds will germinate and will grow into a tree. If there were countless trees, the desert would again become oasis.

To be integrated, we must follow the pattern of survival of the local population.

I started working in a nearby factory and assembled on the water line.

He’s so reluctant that he can buy half of the C2 and get old here, and then he’ll end up in a factory without the threat of cooking.

Top-of-the-art killer-man-man-man-man-man-man.

Indeed, the intensity of the drying is quite overwhelming, with almost ten hours a day in the house, looking at the details of the work as a machine and staring at the old eye.

The most unbearable is the very poor food and treatment, with virtually no human dignity.

Most of my friends are women of the age of Hitch’s mother, and there are some girls as old as their owners. Despite being filled with dark and dark work, they occasionally see the light in their eyes.

For a moment at noon, their favorite discussion was at the top, a place that had never been or seen.

It’s a high-rise that wears a cloud, surrounded by clouds, where the good food is at ease, and where every night it’s a mixed feast… They describe such a place as never before, using the most gorgeous words they can imagine.

They also develop a hobby of dreaming, and if a girl has a dream about the top level at night, the next day she talks so loudly that the other girls are envious.

Although the details of the dream are no longer identifiable, they can always describe that wonderful feeling.

I guess these half-aged girls are the only ones who can dream.

Working life lasts less than a week, when Skypuck suddenly comes to my factory and pulls me away.

It’s like the black T-shirt shows a strong arm, and it comes to this boring factory, and it looks as if it’s a little cold on its face.

The little sisters who worked together were astonished, and their work stopped, staring at men who appeared in the air.

I think I’ve finally understood the shy and shy way in which Hee likes Kiki.

I was also wearing a factory-haired coat with large black stains on it, and even some on my face and sweaty hair on my forehead. I realized it wasn’t good. I put down what I had in my hand and just stood up and ran away with the gill.

The small foreman, who had come to stop the man, was hit by a dangerous eye knife from the time, and disappeared in the mouth half of the dirty word that was sprayed.

“No pay today, I quit! I’m sorry.

One day, in front of the boss, he said he’d leave for a second, but he didn’t expect to be in this world.

We’re going to the C2 center, where it’s a little more luxurious, and there’s a motorcycle to get a ride.

“Did the client come after him? I’m sorry.

“I’ve been following the information, and I just found out about the pursuit. I’m sorry.

Handing over my phone to me at the time, and I saw an interface similar to the software that used to look at the film, which was supposed to be a dark net from the outside world, which could be used to view the various classified content with an encrypted identity.

It says there’s a small search in Area B, and there’s a comment that Area C has started, and it’s supposed to be looking for someone on the top floor and using the army.

The time for sector C return was exactly two hours ago. One of the comments was sent by the C4s, who said that General Kalon had arrived at C4 and that it appeared to have been quite a scene.

I’ve got a tight heart. I think the client has discovered the fact that I ran away with the Qin, and has begun to search for people in the most likely sectors, first, B, then C, and even at the top.

Multiple districts are moving together, and it seems that the client has spent a great deal of effort on this occasion. Our situation is not positive.

“Where are we going? I’m sorry.

It seems like he’s feeling bad, too. “C4 is supposed to be our back way, where water is deep and the top is not fully accessible. But if Kalon is sent to C4…”

Kalon, Kalon… I’ve been missing a little bit of a name.

Looks like I’m finally going to use that key message.

Kalon is a general in the original book, who manages the military force and is responsible for maintaining stability at the top and in the districts.

In the original book, the woman was thrown to C4 when she pretended to be insane, where she suffered humiliation and struggled to survive, and eventually met Karen in an accident.

This encounter changed the course of life for women. Because Karen found this nice face like a man he knew, a big man who lived on the top floor and made a lot of people worship, and a lot of people hate to bite their teeth.

The father of his own brother, Jotte, who is in charge of his fiscal department, who appears to be gentle and gentle.

The woman was taken back to establish her true identity and opened the way to black revenge, and soon met the master of the little white flower and the man who had caused her own tragic fate, and was treated with KO in each other’s favour.

I can’t believe the trajectories in the original book are now reconnected in this way.

There’s no place for me and Kiryu to go now. If it falls into the hands of other men, they’ll be killed on the spot.

As long as it is possible to verify that one ‘ s identity comes from the so-called top level, the client cannot do it.

24

“Go to C4, only this way. I’m sorry.

It’s too late to explain that I’m so determined to take the hegemonic decision “I don’t want you to think I want you to think I do.”

He looked at me like that and didn’t ask.

Like two partners who can be trusted behind their backs, we’re going to C2 center at full speed.

At the point where the C2-centre motorcycle was being pulled, the car was quickly pulled down by a cool owner who leaned on it and started to fly on him.

I stomped on my ankle, scratched the skin of my motorcycle, but I couldn’t care less.

“Why do you feed me?

As I grabbed the gills, I prevented them from being thrown out of my pocket, and I threw out a couple of bills with a larger face, “No robbery, we bought a car for urgent use.” I’m sorry.

Sneaking, the motorcycle buzzed out, and I screamed for a resonance to hold the waist of the gill and die.

“So fast?”

“If you don’t want to fall, hold on. ‘The voice of a man who has no emotions when he comes to – he must have the first cool look on his face without looking.’

There was only a whirlwind sound in the ear, and under the arms around the gills was a thin layer of the waist.

The cylindrical motorbikes are in the city, with flexibility to avoid pedestrians and obstacles. All I know is this guy’s good at driving. I didn’t know he was so good at motorcycles.

However, it was only about four or five blocks away from the road near Hijra, and suddenly a black car came out of the way. The car was wrapped in black paint and bright, and it didn’t come from Area C.

The motorbike . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He reacted very quickly, moving in the other direction.

“From a crowded place, they must drive slower than us. I was anxious to come up with ideas.

When the car was twisting, it drove to a crowded area, but it did not drive for a few minutes, and a vehicle of the same type came forward.

I looked around, and there was a car coming around, and it was obvious that it was not good.

The sound of the motorbike stopped, and turned my head and looked at me, and I quickly understood what was in his eyes and stepped out of the car with determination.

It seems that the conflict is inevitable.

But being the best killer at the time, the force is close to max, which should protect me. Ooo, who calls me just an ash of an extremely powerful, but fighting scum?

The two vehicles stopped silently and opened their doors in one and the door was opened, and they ran from the vehicle, running seven or eight heavily armed black men wearing a riot helmet in black uniforms. These men in black were trained to lift machine guns and to hold them firmly against me and Qin.

Just now, people were watching the lively crowd see the real guns, panicking and screaming to hide out of the house.

Finally, there was a man dressed in casual clothes and in sunglasses who could not see his face.

It moved forward and was in front of me, looking cold at the sunglasses opposite.

The man doesn’t have a gun. He’s got a weird knife. He caressed the blade with his finger as if he were touching the skin of a beloved man, and he knew it was no less a pervert than he was when he was a traitor. I’m sorry.

“It looks like I’m the first unit to find traitors and escape players. I was the first to catch a mouse. I’m sorry.

“Trayer, how could a traitor say that? The client is just a client, and I have nothing to do with my servant, and I have no obligation to be faithful. I’m sorry.

It seems that the cynicism with which the cynics are speaking seems to be speaking out against each other, with as much delay as possible.

“Take men for money and do for them.” It is not the duty of a good regulator to cheat with a player if the game is not implemented. Oh, speaking of which, maybe we should’ve said hi and shook hands, after all. Unfortunately, now you’re the obsolete regulator. I’m sorry.

“Well, is this garbage game worth asking someone to do it for?” “I’ve just come up with the venom and I want to laugh. Words are rough.

The man in the sunglasses would be able to confirm with the information in the dark net that the top-level client is playing a game of cats and mice, and has arranged several teams to search different areas, while the man in the C2 section is the sunglasses.

Sounds like sunglasses are also game regulators, probably having their own game elsewhere.

“Are you with all these people who entrusted you? Who the hell are you guys? This guy kidnapped me for so long, he didn’t see any information about his client. I pretended to be innocent and asked for more information.

The sunglasses rose up with some pride, “Well, of course, I cannot be compared to the traitors. A capable regulator would naturally have more power. I’m sorry.

“Well, don’t try to delay it, but if you want to live a few more days, just let me tie it back. You should have been lucky to have met me, or else your head would have been separated. I’m sorry.

What can be said of Emmm? It is uncomfortable for men in sunglasses to listen to the sound of their speech, as opposed to the venom of their tongues when they are radiantly radiant.

“You want us to surrender? Let’s get past this. I’m sorry.

“Don’t you think you’re the best regulator? “Absrows when you’re in the sunglasses may like to fight back.”

How many times did the sunglasses sneer and laugh, “Do you want to delay?” I don’t like that. Give me your life and don’t shoot the key. He waved, and a few black men came near.

I was so nervous, I was like, “No, no, no, no. “As if he were dazzling, then he saw the look of the gill,

“I’ll attack the back and open a road, and when I say “run,” you start running, okay? “When he said it, he stuck his comms in my hand.

“Take this and go to the smallest hardware store in East City to find White. Be careful not to be caught halfway. I’m sorry.

And We frowned, and cried out with the sound of the breath, with a sudden alarm: “What are you doing? Let’s go together.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll stay and hold them off, don’t worry. I’m sorry.

The cylindrical spats, with a soft smile that is somewhat inappropriate in such circumstances. As white flowers blooming in the corner of a battlefield, beautiful and sudden.

“I will never regret going with you. The blogger adds:

Words are almost invisible, but I heard them.

Without giving me time to react, the cylindrical quickly pulled out of the pistol and crashed into the back of the black man.

The electric pebbles, four men in black fell down, moaning around the place hit by a bullet, and it looked like they were wearing bulletproof suits, so they didn’t hit the flesh.

At the same time, it was “run” when it sounded, and it was so determined that I finally looked at it, I bit my teeth and ran.

There’s a lot of noise behind them, and the other black people should be doing it to the gills.

I’ve been running for my life, and I’ve only heard shots coming from behind, and there’s a couple of men screaming and sunglasses laughing.

Are you okay? While I was thinking about these, I was going to go to the side of the road, and I was going to go to the side of the road, and I was running, and the sound was disappearing.

When I stopped in a tremor and sweating, I found myself standing in a dirty alley with no one standing behind me.

I was not with you this time when I came to the world to be with you forever.

After that, please move to the next column, “The Devil’s Game.”

The treasures that come all the way here know that it’s not easy to get here. I’m sorry. Please!

You’re looking forward to the comments and the discussion.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.