Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

There was a heat wave head-on, but compared to the fire outside, he passed the sporadic sparks, looked around, sat on the bed, and slowly lay back.

There must be some mechanism in the entire confined space waiting for him to crack, but he has no motivation to look for it.

Everything is exhausting.

It seems that there is a kind of power in the dark, no matter how far you go, one day, you will return to your hometown and the beginning of everything.

Zhou Xuerong slowly closed his eyes, breathed calmly, and felt the heat wave pouring into the room.

"You'll be back... right?"

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

Is it an illusion?He seemed to hear Lango's voice just now.

"...Brother? Is that you?"

After waiting for a while, there was only a slight explosion sound from burning in the air, and just when Zhou Xuerong was about to lose heart, a louder call came out.

"You heard me right! It's me, I'm Xu Minglang!!"

Zhou Xuerong patted his face, his face full of shock: "You're not dead?! Where are you?"

Xu Minglang stared at the screen in front of the screen and said: "I'm in the room in the oil painting. There's a screen here. I can see you. As for how I got here, I don't have time to explain. Find the exit first!"

"Everywhere has been checked, and there are no doors and windows." Zhou Xuerong said while closing the door to prevent the fire from spreading inward.The desire to survive returned to his body again, but time was running out. He was trapped in the bedroom, gray smoke penetrated through the crack in the door, and the burning pain went from his nose to his brain. He rummaged through the drawers and under the bed, trying to trigger What, but within a few minutes, he felt a little paralyzed in his body and his mind was dizzy.

Xu Minglang could only stare at the screen anxiously, but there was nothing he could do to help him. This feeling was more tormenting than letting himself fall into flames.

"You look for it again, and find out all the things that you are familiar with or that have special meaning to you!"

Zhou Xuerong opened all the drawers and poured them out, but there was not much in his room, and what was poured out were only stationery such as old erasers and pencils, as well as picture books and matts.

But how could these things help him escape from the flames?It's almost as good as fuel.

The burning smell became stronger and stronger, the wooden door had been burnt down, and the palm wax painted on the door frame gradually melted, turning into drops of tears falling slowly.

Zhou Xuerong pinched his thigh hard to wake himself up, and his gaze towards the drawer became greedy. He wanted to live, and even dreamed unrealistically that he could get into the drawer and escape.

He fell down on the chair, his whole body was as heavy as a stone, he was very sleepy, and the familiar wooden table in front of him also became a double image.

Lie down for a while, just lie down for a while...

"Zhou Xuerong!! You are not allowed to sleep! Get up for me!" Xu Minglang looked at Zhou Xuerong with his arms resting on his pillow, and lowered his head, no matter how much he called, he would not move.He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and even his fingertips were numb.

no.Zhou Xuerong is out of time, is there any way to get him out of here...

He stepped back, ran with all his strength, and bumped his shoulders against the screen again and again, as if he could wake up the sleeping youth.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the space between the two.

"There will be a way...be sure to calm down..."

Although Xu Minglang persuaded himself in this way, the flames in the picture had already ignited the sheets and wooden boards, and Zhou Xuerong would be burned to death in a short time even if he was not suffocated by carbon monoxide.

He forced himself to look at the screen, looking for possible life in the cruelest images.He will never give up until the last moment...

For a moment, he saw a shallow mark on the curtain above Yue's head, like a cut.

******

Zhou Xuerong maintained the posture of lying on the table, and suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation after becoming dizzy, as if his entire throat disappeared, and someone grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into his neck.

He scratched his throat subconsciously, not even noticing that his skin was cut, he just let out a rapid hissing sound like a broken bellows.

In a daze, he thought that there were reports in the news that many corpses found at the scene of the fire were horrific, and some even stuck their fingers down their throats, just to be able to take a few breaths.

He really didn't want Brother Lang to see him for the last time, in that kind of embarrassment.

He desperately swallowed the non-existent saliva, moved his hands away from his neck, and clasped his thighs desperately.

There is only one thought in my mind:

Don't scratch your neck.Don't scratch your neck.Don't scratch your neck.

But he was too uncomfortable.The will seemed worthless under the double torture of physical and psychological, so he struggled to raise his head, hit the table with his forehead, and drove away this desire with pain.

His eyes became more and more blurred. He looked at the window in the picture book, as if he had returned to his childhood. He didn’t have many books, and he was bored every time he read them. A stack of paper windows and imagination were his best friends.

He should be content, at least this time, Lango remembered their past...

He stared at the paper window, his vision gradually lost, and he vaguely saw the paper window getting bigger and wider, just like a real window.He wanted to reach out, but with all his strength, he could only raise his arm slightly.

Maybe it was a hallucination before death, Zhou Xuerong saw the window slowly open, he could even smell the fresh and clean air, greedily sucked a few times, a hand suddenly stretched out from the window.

"Hold me tight."

Zhou Xuerong looked up, there was someone squatting on the window...it looked like Brother Lang...

A cool, strong hand gripped his wrist.

"follow me."

Zhou Xuerong blinked, thinking that if this was his hallucination, then he was willing to die at this moment.

The flames had already ignited the curtains, and then the ceiling also burned continuously.Xu Minglang held Zhou Xuerong's armpit with both hands, finally dragged him onto the table, patted his face and said, "Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me."

Zhou Xuerong opened his eyes in a daze: "...Am I dead?"

Xu Minglang laughed through his tears, and hugged him into his arms: "Of course not, you are living well."

The surrounding flames made the bedroom like a sweltering steamer. Xu Minglang felt short of breath and dizzy after staying there for a short time, so he carried half of Zhou Xuerong's body and jumped towards the window.

When Zhou Xuerong opened his eyes again, before he could see anything clearly, he received a hug with considerable strength. His ribs were squeezed so sore that he couldn't help coughing. sex tears.

He was dizzy and couldn't even use his tongue. Obviously there were many things in his head that he wanted to ask, but it became a jammed tape when it reached his mouth.

A long hug finally came to an end. Zhou Xuerong looked at the tearful face in front of him with his head hooped, his lips murmured as he wanted to speak, and then his lips were sealed with a kiss.

It was moist and warm to the touch, and it was so menacing that he didn't even have the strength to kiss back, so he could only let Xu Minglang gnaw and bite him.

After the kiss was over, the softness on his lips was gone, and the tip of Xu Minglang's ears were a little red. He wanted to say a lot, but he still used a kiss to replace thousands of words.He held Zhou Xuerong's cheek, pressed his forehead against it, and closed his eyes.

Zhou Xuerong understood, closed her sour eyes, and enjoyed the hard-won silence.

"Have a good rest. Leave the rest to me." Xu Minglang said, and slowly put Zhou Xuerong down on the sofa. When he was about to get up, he was pulled by a corner of his coat.

Zhou Xuerong's mouth was saying, "Where is this?"

This question was also what Xu Minglang wanted to know. He saw that the door that appeared not far away was slowly opening a crack, like a silent invitation to him.

He withdrew his gaze, and looked at Zhou Xuerong's eyes full of nostalgia again, feeling sore and bitter in his heart.

He sat back on the sofa, stroked Zhou Xuerong's forehead and said, "I don't know where this is, but it's safe here for now, you can rest first."

Zhou Xuerong shook his head and wanted to get up, but he easily pushed it down.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here. You rest at ease, and we'll go home when you wake up."

Zhou Xuerong took his hand away, his eyes were full of disbelief, and before he could speak, Xu Minglang understood.

"Our home," he added.

Zhou Xuerong only felt trembling all over, and she shed tears while laughing.

"So don't worry about it. Everything will be fine."

Maybe it was because his lover regained his memory, so he was extra relieved, Zhou Xuerong fell asleep not long after.After Xu Minglang confirmed that he was really asleep, he got up and walked towards the door.

The door behind the door is not as dangerous as imagined, but an ordinary corridor with a liver-red carpet on the floor, winding to the end.

He walked out without hesitation. There were occasional exquisite oil paintings on both sides of the corridor wall for him to browse, and there were gold-plated door handles on various doors. He even had an illusion, as if he could see the people on the corridor hundreds of years ago. How do the maids perform their duties, and what kind of space is hidden behind the doors.

Xu Minglang came to the stairs, stood on the guardrail and looked down. The whole staircase was in a spiral shape, and the ground of the first floor was covered with carpets with complicated patterns. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed familiar.

He remembered the time he had dealt with the Joker in the mirrored room, with the same carpet on the floor.

He went down the stairs.

The windows in the house are bright, and all kinds of silverware and carved glass utensils are neatly placed on the long table, and there is a clear light everywhere.Behind the table is a wall with an arched hollow. You can see a large open and clean floor behind it, reflecting the windows and the dining table. It looks like a dance hall.

Xu Minglang raised his foot and was about to go forward, but turned his head to look at the other side of the corridor.

After deliberating for a moment, he walked to the side with the door.He opened the doors one by one, and the inside was either a tea room or a guest room. Various colorful and complicated wallpapers and ornaments filled the space, which once again proved that rich people like to hoard some useless things no matter what era they are in.

Then just as he opened the next door, he froze.

He saw a velvet high-back chair, and an exquisite mahogany coffee table on the armrest side of the window, with a silver tray and tea set on it.

Isn't this the same oil painting he saw in the suite? !

He stopped on high alert, but his gut told him someone was in the room.

Or rather, he is being stared at by someone,

However, there is no one within the visible range.

Sudden!He saw a pair of eyes looking at him under the bed!