The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi turned his head and saw that Wei Yan was also awake, so he stabbed him with his elbow: "Is it time to get up?"

"Hmm." Wei Yan replied with unknown meaning, but made no move.

Zheng Quzhi got up first. As soon as he sat up, he felt his mouth numb. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Seeing that his mouth seemed a little swollen, he couldn't help being startled.

Wei Yan noticed his movement, his pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of annoyance flashed. I really shouldn't have hugged and kissed, kissed and hugged people all night. Now that I have left traces, it is a bit difficult to do.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull his hand down, and his calm voice slowly sounded: "You don't need to go to kindergarten today, don't get up so early."

"Why?" Zheng Quzhi really moved his attention away, staring at Wei Yan in a daze.

Wei Yan uttered two words slowly: "Weekend."

Hearing these two words, Zheng Quzhi fell back on the bed again. After realizing it, thinking of the injury on my butt, it seemed that the pain was not so much anymore. Sure enough, the child was thick-skinned.

After thinking about it for a while, Zheng Quzhi sat up again: "Although it is the weekend, why hasn't that woman called us?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of unlocking outside.

Zheng Quzhi narrowed his eyes and subconsciously reached out and pulled Wei Yan up. Wei Yan's collar was pulled sideways by him, revealing most of his shoulder. Zheng Quzhi looked down, his eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly arranged his clothes before the woman opened the door.

There was a momentary loss of consciousness on Wei Yan's face, and soon he sorted out his emotions, and his face returned to the same calmness as before.

"Are you up?" Today the woman's face is even paler, almost bloodless, but the smile is still as gentle as ever.

Zheng Quzhi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yeah."

Don't know who is going to die today?

Are you going to kill everyone who appears here? Apart from the parents and teachers, there are only... children, right? Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi's face was a little dazed.

"Today Xiao Liang's mother held a party and invited all the children in the kindergarten, we also want to go!" the woman continued.

The guess was confirmed, and Zheng Quzhi's mood was a bit heavy.

Although the woman's words were very gentle and brought some deliberate mischief, they were a little weird in Zheng Quzhi's eyes. He had seen women when they were alone, dull and gloomy, like a walking corpse without a soul.

So now doing those more vivid expressions and saying those emotional words will appear so rigid.

After the woman had finished speaking, she walked out. Zheng Quzhi sighed in relief. After a while, he trembled and asked Wei Yan, "Is it the group of children who died today?"

Hearing this, Wei Yan reached out and touched Zheng Quzhi's head. He didn't speak, but the meaning was self-evident. Seeing that Zheng Quzhi's expression was not very good, he suddenly said: "Those people are dead long ago, but they are just repeating. You can treat the things in the illusion as a game. When everyone in the game is dead, we can do it. out."

After speaking, seeing Zheng Quzhi staring at him blankly, Wei Yan frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Do you still know the game?" Zheng Quzhi seems to have discovered some new world. "I thought you didn't know the world, but I didn't expect you to know a lot."

It is also a set of comforting people. When Wei Yan said that, his hypocritical energy also dissipated a lot. He is not a savior either, and those people are not ordinary people, they are evil spirits that have already died, and all he can do is to watch them die in pain one by one.

"I'm not as stupid as you think." Wei Yan said with the same expression on his face.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes rounded: "I am not! I don't!"

***

After changing their clothes, Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan sat at the dining table together. Two people wore the same clothes, and they really looked like brothers.

Zheng Quzhi shook his legs and watched the woman busy going up and down. He couldn't help but sighed at Wei Yan: "Women, it's really incomprehensible creatures. There are several faces, each one has a different set of faces. , How tired!"

"Isn't everyone like this?" Wei Yan seemed to disagree with Zheng Quzhi's statement, and continued gently: "Everyone has a mask, or even several. When he feels insecure, he will wear it subconsciously. Lift up the mask."

Zheng Quzhi was silent for a while, his eyes changed a bit when he looked at Wei Yan, as if he didn't know him at all, and then he spoke a long time later: "Wei Yan, you know a lot."

"There are so many people." Wei Yan had a smile on her lips.

"Just like you do not go out for three days, how many people can someone who **** see as soon as you go out?" Zheng Quzhi also laughed, and the tension and depression in the morning have long disappeared.

An obscure emotion flashed deep in Wei Yan's eyes. He quickly looked away and looked in the direction of the bedroom, seemingly tranced and observing, and said in a low voice, "I saw the woman's husband in the bedroom yesterday."

"He hasn't died yet?" Zheng Quzhi was shocked. He thought his husband should have died the first day. After all, he hadn't heard anything from him in the past few days.

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded.

The woman suddenly came over with two plates, still with a weird smile on her face: "Come on, have breakfast."

Zheng Quzhi looked at the tabletop and was finally relieved when he saw that it was two pieces of bread. This morning, I finally don't have to feel sick anymore.

But he didn't dare to eat, and when the woman was busy with other things, he hurriedly threw the contents of the two plates into the trash can. Wei Yan just watched his movements quietly, until he raised his head and looked at him.

"How do you look at me like this?" Zheng Quzhi looked dazed, and his heart beat quickly.

Wei Yan pursed his lips and smiled, "You have adapted."

A few days ago, he was required to do all these things, and Zheng Qu Zhiguang was afraid to raise his head when sitting in the seat. Now that I have adapted, I can do it myself.

This is a good sign.

Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped again, he smiled, raised the corner of his mouth, "Follow Mr. Wei, of course you have to adapt as soon as possible."

Hearing that name, Wei Yan frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at Zheng Quzhi, unable to figure out what he was thinking for a while, so he dropped his head and stopped speaking.

Zheng Quzhi also lowered his head, remembering the throbbing feeling that Wei Yan had just laughed at him, and finally understood the weird way of getting along with Wei Yan.

Can't think about it anymore, he told himself.

***

The party was at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and both Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan stayed at 404 this morning. Women do not let them go, their scope of activities is limited to the living room, storage room and bathroom.

Zheng Quzhi wanted to go to the bedroom a few times, but before he reached the door, he was stopped by a woman. The woman squatted down and looked at Zheng Quzhi. There was no panic in her voice, "Zhizhi, you can't go in!"