Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

Time back to four months ago.

In fact, Zhou Xuerong felt something was wrong early in the morning, and the oolong at the class reunion night deepened his suspicion.

Who is Olivia?A surly and immoral child has mastered the ability to subvert the universe, and single-handedly created killing games one after another. How could he let them go because of Ye Jiawen's few words?

First, some old classmates forget the old things, and then there is Xiao Zhuang who obviously can't remember, but still agrees.Each of these people behaved strangely, as if all the memories of their past had been disrupted, like gibberish sentences mixed with unclear word order in exquisite prose.

If these things are trivial, then the grounding of the airport undoubtedly convinced Zhou Xuerong that they were still in the game.

This level is different from the previous ones.

What they have to face is not ferocious beasts, nor natural disasters, but fake lives that have been copied.

As for how to get out, Zhou Xuerong had no idea, and couldn't express his worries, so one day he got up early one day, ran all over the city's bus stops, airports, and train stations, and bought tickets for the nearest departure time , but while waiting for departure, he received various notifications, either because of the weather, or because the passenger was suspected of carrying explosives and was directly grounded.

When he dragged his tired body back to the apartment and saw Xu Minglang sitting at the door waiting for him, he realized that they knew it well, but they didn't tell each other.

After that night, Zhou Xuerong became extremely insecure. He didn't even go to the studio. After sending Xu Minglang out in the morning, he stayed at home to wash and cook, like a puppy waiting for its master to come home. Home.

Everything in this world is false, only the existence of the two of them is real.Every time we hug each other, I can feel my heart surge and dissolve all the uneasiness in my heart.

At that time, he didn't know how everything would end, and he was just deceiving himself and others to spend every day, until one morning when he went out to buy groceries, he once again saw a homeless man with a dirty face resting on the corner of the street, which immediately aroused his vigilance .

At that time, there were people coming and going around, so he didn't take any action. He just told himself that homeless people were not a rare thing, and it was normal to see one or two on the side of the road.

It's a pity that he didn't think so when he got home.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and the more uneasy he became. Only when he saw Xu Minglang could he calm down a little, but as long as he was alone, he couldn't help but think about the homeless man.

In the past few years, he has killed hundreds of homeless people. It seems that when he closes his eyes, the feeling of the metal block hitting the bone shell sticks to his hand, and he can't get rid of it no matter how hard he shakes it off.

He enjoys the feeling of putting his face against Xu Minglang's belly when he sleeps at night, the warmth can dispel all the terrible thoughts in his mind.

It's not that he didn't want to ignore it.

But every time he sees Xu Minglang dragging his exhausted body home, drinking to the point of throwing up his heart while hugging the toilet for a job he doesn't love, he can't help but think: If he could go back to the original The world would be fine.

It would be great if I could go back to the original world.

There are more and more homeless people on the streets.

Zhou Xuerong couldn't see them almost all the time.These ragged vagrants have different faces and different genders. They shuttle through every street and alley, but the people around them turn a blind eye to them, as if they can't see them.

Whenever he met these people's eyes, he would unconsciously rub his palms on his pants to dry the sweat from his palms, and also to get rid of the familiar feeling.

Realizing he couldn't go on like this, he made an appointment with a psychiatrist and increased his dose of medication.

He poured out all the unease these days, and it did get better at first.After the conversation, the doctor told him that everything was caused by psychological pressure. He wanted to control his life and his partner too much, which only brought more uncertainty.The doctor told him that what he should do is to relax, try to watch soap operas, and get in touch with light and pleasant things.

He really tried to follow the doctor's orders, so the apartment often lingered with his own laughter during the day.

Until he went to the vegetable market again, and saw another homeless man when he passed the overpass.This time he learned to ignore, but was grabbed by the ankle.

"Please, give me some money."

As soon as he looked down, he saw the tramp's eyes, which shone with a kind of familiarity that frightened him.

At that moment, he knew that everything was going bad.

He killed again.

He began to lose control of himself, and habitually stalked the middle-aged female homeless woman, wanting to see where she was going, but the longer he followed, the more he felt that the familiar aura emanating from this person was definitely not his. illusion!She is the incarnation of Olivia!

When he came back to his senses, it was already dark, and when he squatted in the grass and pushed aside the annoying weeds to stand up, he saw a bloody head and a blood-stained stone at his feet.

He forgot how he got home, how he took off his clothes and washed them again and again, silently cut the ingredients for dinner in front of the chopping board, and then welcomed Xu Minglang back home with a smiling face.

He chose silence.

The anxiety in his heart told him that he might have made a big mistake, and he shouldn't break the balance of his life so hastily.Lang Ge works and socializes outside every day for the sake of their common future, but he does this...

The desire to kill is like Pandora's box. After killing the first one, he wants to kill the second and third.

During the day, apart from cleaning the house, doing laundry and cooking, he just went out to buy vegetables and killed people with the plaster hammer in his arms.

kill them.

As long as they are all killed, he and Lango can go back to the normal world.

******

It was a Wednesday afternoon.He cleaned the house and washed the clothes. As usual, the beef in the imported supermarket was discounted that day. He had to rush there before the end of get off work to buy the best quality beef.

There was still a bloody drama of mutual confession on TV, and he was about to watch it before going out, but the doorbell rang.

Looking through the cat's eyes, it is a middle-aged man with high cheekbones, thin-rimmed glasses, and a baggy dark gray suit.

It was estimated that it was door-to-door sales, but Zhou Xuerong didn't open the door.It's just that the salesman seems to be very persistent, and the frequency of ringing the doorbell has exceeded the service life of the spring.

Zhou Xuerong opened the door angrily, wanting to get rid of this annoying guy quickly.

The moment the door opened, he caught a hint of familiarity.

He is obviously a middle-aged man running a business, his hairline is already crumbling, and he is wearing a cheap suit, giving him a sense of simplicity.

Except his eyes, so sharp and ruthless.

The middle-aged man piled up a service smile, saying that he was an insurance company, and wanted to introduce him to a premium insurance.

Zhou Xuerong maintained the same posture and stood there for a while, the salesman shivered in front of him, and he pulled the door wide wide by mistake, beckoning him to come in and talk in detail.

******

The curtains were not drawn tightly, revealing a palm-width gap, and the afterglow of the setting sun slipped along Zhou Xuerong's ears and the side of his face, making him unable to open his eyes and feeling a little irritable due to the heat.

He is handling the murder scene as carefully as the ingredients.

He spread a plastic sheet on the floor of the corridor, and the middle-aged man with thinning hair lay on his back.Zhou Xuerong took off his glasses, held up the hammer in his hand, there was a crisp sound and the sound of water in the room at first, and then slowly turned into a muffled sound.

The light spots on the white wall turned from orange to dim, and the knocking finally stopped.

Zhou Xuerong stood up, looking at the clean wall and floor, all the blood and human tissue were collected in the plastic sheet, it was perfect.

Suddenly there was the sound of the car door closing outside the window.He was startled, ran to the living room and opened the curtain to see that Xiao Zhuang's car was parked downstairs!

And Xu Minglang was standing at the door of the apartment, greeting Xiaozhuang.

He quickly ran to the TV cabinet in the living room, opened the drawer and took out a roll of transparent glue, wrapped the tissue-stained plastic sheet with the human body, and tied the plastic cloth with tape around and around, wrapping up the large pile of corpses. He hid in the corner of the living room near the window, covered it with curtains and potted plants, and quickly wiped off the blood stains that accidentally dripped on the ground with a rag. After confirming that it was correct, the door lock suddenly moved.

"Snow, I'm going home."

Xu Minglang put down his keys and took off his shoes, wondering why Zhou Xuerong didn't come to greet him at the door, and wondered if he was sick.

"Are you OK?"

Xu Minglang could always smell a strange smell when he passed the corridor, but he didn't take it seriously. When he walked into the living room, he found Zhou Xuerong sitting on the stove in front of the sofa, reading a geography magazine sleepily.

"Brother is back."

He still smiled calmly, his voice was a little hoarse, maybe the air conditioner was turned on too high.Xu Minglang took the remote control and lowered the temperature by two degrees. He always felt that Zhou Xuerong was a little weird tonight.

Zhou Xuerong said apologetically, I haven't cooked tonight, so I just ask Xu Minglang to order two bowls of noodles casually.

Since living together with Zhou Xuerong, Xu Minglang cooks almost zero times.

He was stunned for a moment, and even said "Okay", while going around to hang his coat on the hanger in front of the curtain, but was stopped by Zhou Xuerong.

"I'll hang up."

"Ah, okay."

Until the noodles were served on the table, Zhou Xuerong still maintained the same posture, and he patted the seat next to him for Xu Minglang to sit down.The two were eating Yangchun noodles, and the atmosphere was a bit quieter than before. Xu Minglang wanted to say something, but Zhou Xuerong spoke first.

"When everything is over, let's go on a trip? Brother, didn't you always want to go to Iceland? I have done a lot of homework recently, and then I can watch whales and see the aurora."

The topic changed so suddenly, Xu Minglang didn't react immediately, he just said "Okay", and he was still thinking about what "everything is over" refers to?If it is for work, he may have to wait for a while, because the company has just accepted three media interviews for him, and the company intends to support him in the direction of fashion idols, so he still has to work with two magazines. Clothing brands have a good relationship, and entertainment during this period is indispensable.

He was still sorting out his schedule when he heard the soft sound of putting chopsticks down, and his hands were tightly wrapped.

"Brother, stop working, the money in the card is enough for us, you don't have to work so hard..."

Xu Minglang felt a strong uneasiness.Although Zhou Xuerong was smiling, there was a kind of fragility in his eyes.

It was a look he had never seen before.

The chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, he pressed Zhou Xuerong's shoulder tightly, looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Zhou Xuerong pursed her lips, expressionless.

The living room was dead silent.Xu Minglang had never had time pass so slowly, every second he wished that Zhou Xuerong could push him away, deny him, tell him that this was just a joke he had prepared.

But Zhou Xuerong's eyes said it all.

Xu Minglang suffered from angina. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground. He glanced around the living room blankly, and then looked at the potted plants that had changed positions. His whole soul was taken away.

"He's at home, isn't he?"

Zhou Xuerong did not answer.

"Is there only one?"

Still silent.

Xu Minglang could feel how fear and anxiety were withdrawn from his body, replaced by an absolute calmness, he felt as if he had become a machine, put an end to all emotions, and only thought about how to end it.

He pushed aside Zhou Xuerong and stood up, opened the curtains regardless of the obstruction, and couldn't help retching when he saw the mangled body wrapped in plastic sheeting.