Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Chapter 105

——Sleep in peace... What the hell, Yuan Qianmu, you kid, get out of here and explain to me right away? !

The third time Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to yell, his eyes turned black, his heart tingled, his mind was about to explode in a second, and it was after he unpreparedly took off his friend's left glove.

It was the red-haired man's right hand that he was warming carefully just now, because he thought that the left hand had gloves, which looked thick and it was better not to take them off, so he subconsciously paid more attention to the other side without any warming measures.

Under the impact of anger comparable to a comet hitting the earth twice in a row, he can still hold down his unstable emotions. The virtuous, ah no, police officer Zhu Fu who gently takes care of his stupid friends has such a good temper, I don't need to speak.

He immediately took off the coat on his body, and took off the sweater in the middle layer. Regardless of whether it fits well or not, he first put it on the red-haired idiot who had been frozen into ice, and then wrapped the coat with another layer.

After he couldn't do it more perfectly, he lifted the person up and fed him some water from his bag. The water in the thermos was warm, which was just right for first aid for this idiot who hadn't eaten for three days.

God knows what kind of physique the idiot has mutated into. Obviously, his inner body is weak to death, but the shell that is exposed to others is just perfect and glamorous. He looks happy, his cheeks are plump, and his breathing is even.

Only when you get close can you see the tiny dry cracks on his light-colored lips, and his complexion is only a little lighter than slightly pale, far from the paleness it used to be.

So it's no wonder that Zhu Fu Jingguang just approached, and when he felt a cold hand, his heart stopped suddenly.

He really thought that he was going to collect Yuan Qianmu's body this time, and what caught his eyes was a "body" frozen at the perfect moment?

If Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't catch up... No way, it's too bad luck to say that, anyway, he did catch up. With him around, Yuan Qianmu wouldn't be able to turn himself into a dead body.

Quietly retracting the dangerous sharp claws, An Xin's friend who closed his eyes suddenly became swollen under his arrangement, and his face and lips became a little rosy.

Like a cat that was quietly held down by its owner while he was asleep, and put on warm little clothes.

The owner looked at the ironing post very much, but after the cat woke up, whether he was too lazy to respond to it and just ignored it, or scratched his face angrily, only God knows.

"It's still quite appropriate."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was really relieved, among other things, he suddenly recalled the embarrassing past.

Qian Mu began to change his style in the second half of the police academy. He couldn’t do without a windbreaker for three seasons a year. He was so afraid of the cold when he first met him. He wished he could wrap himself into a walking quilt. The five of them murmured in private, is there always only fleece sweaters and sweaters in Yuan's wardrobe...

At the beginning, the students who thought they were vulnerable wore too much to be careful of overheating and heatstroke. Now the students became very restrained in an instant, but Zhu Fu Jingguang's attitude still changed suddenly - wear!The more you wear the merrier!

He only hated himself for not being able to predict the future. He knew that there was Yuan Qianmu lying here who was also focused on demeanor in winter. He should wear a thick cotton coat and wrap a quilt before going out in the morning.

After tidying up the cat for the time being, the strong police officer Zhu Fu only left himself a close-fitting unlined garment, and went out of the house in this state, and found some dry firewood nearby to start a fire.

Fortunately, he can handle the cold, which is much better than jumping into the lake freestyle in the same single suit not long ago.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's next arrangement was very simple: first, he would roast the whole body of the cat to recover its blood, and then he would carry the people behind his back to move it urgently, and change it to a safe place as soon as possible, and finally the issue of feeding.

With Qian Mu's current situation, his body can't bear to eat in a hurry, so he can only feed some water to slow down, and then eat some light and warm liquid food.

Obviously there are no conditions and materials for him to cook porridge in the forest, and Zhu Fu Jingguang is even more worried that he will go back to the town before coming back. Mu stayed alone in the open field.

There was a sudden sound of crackling and burning wood in the house.

The orange-red light illuminates the narrow space that has been deserted for more than 20 years, making people around the fire seem to heat up from the inside out.

It is easy to choke if you are too close to the fire, and you can't get warm if you are too far away. Zhu Fu Jingguang simply helped his friend up.

From the pile of chairs piled up against the wall, he found one that could barely sit on it, placed it at a suitable distance, and put the windbreaker that was transferred from the bed on the cushion, so that Qian Mu could sit down.

The red-haired man's legs were also frozen, and he just needed to be closer to the flames. Zhu Fu Jingguang held the back of the chair with one hand to prevent the chair from falling apart, and at the same time prevent his friend from sitting unsteadily and tipping over.

Based on this premise, he only had one hand left to grab his friend's right hand and tuck it under his clothes, and he thought of covering it with another hand after a while, which is very reasonable.

And it wasn't until now that he realized that the "surprise egg" he had missed was also very reasonable.

Zhu Fu Jingguang had indeed seen it before, and there seemed to be a few strange shadows across the left wrist of the red-haired man.

Yes, he thought it was a shadow, and he didn't notice that the "shadow" was actually embedded in his friend's body. Then he was frightened by his friend's death behavior, and he forgot this small detail in a blink of an eye.

Now that he regained consciousness, with the help of the bright firelight, Zhu Fu Jingguang's sight fell on the place he had neglected not long ago.

"..."

It took a while for the man's blue cat eyes to blink, as if he suspected that his vision had suddenly returned to zero, otherwise why would his eyes start to turn black again?

It's a bit dark, and the field of vision will be cracked like shattered glass...

Um?What split was not his imaginary picture, but the real one——Qianmu's skin?

"........."

Take a serious look again.

The glaring crack was only a small section between the glove and the cuff, which was clearly illuminated by the fire. If it was a shadow, it would have dissipated long ago, but now it is stubbornly and indifferently burned there.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at the one that seemed to pass obliquely through the ulnar styloid process, where the crack was the deepest, and the naked eye could see the red color underneath through the deep black gap, which was undoubtedly flesh and blood.

His pupils shrank, and a shadow of despair almost spilled out. The fingers that pulled off his friend's glove were trembling. At this moment, it was finally not because of anger.

After that, Zhu Fu Jingguang stared blankly at his new discovery.

It wasn't until the fire half a meter away suddenly exploded, and the sparks from the explosion almost splashed on the red-haired man, that he bent his waist and stretched out his hand on a conditioned reflex, grabbing the small, not dangerous spark in advance.

Mars fell into the palm, in fact, he had already lost his temperature, but the black-haired man seemed to have been scalded severely, and his face was full of extreme pain.

He looked down again, and the red-haired man's left hand, which had no support, was hanging back to his side, and was swaying slightly under the influence of inertia.

The unconscious man lowered his head, as if the peace and tranquility in the farewell ceremony of the corpse remained unchanged, but the red hair that should have been neatly braided was a mess.

The sweater and coat that were forcibly put on the shirt really didn't suit him. His right hand was clean, but his left hand was covered with cracks that could scare to death the trypophobia. It looked like a magical tattoo with unique taste. A ring is the most normal.

This random patchwork of different styles is simply ridiculous.

Zhu Fu Jingguang twitched the corners of his mouth, it wasn't that smiling was uglier than crying.

In his heart, he scolded Yuan Qianmu for being a bastard and idiot for waking up and confessing to me. He probably let out a cry of unbearable grief, but he spoke in a very low and soft voice: "Qianmu, you..."

"..."

Unable to say the following words, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly felt that he had nothing to say. What words could he use to comfort this idiot who pushed everyone away and was struggling endlessly alone in the Jedi?

No words can be consoling, because he has not experienced it himself, and no one knows how much pain he has endured, and what he has revealed is not all at all... Even if other words can come in handy, we have to wait until he wakes up to say them.

"...Well, let's talk about it when you wake up."

Zhu Fu Jingguang hugged his foolish best friend tightly, feeling that the hollow body warmed by the firelight gradually warmed up, and finally had the temperature of "living", so he let him go.

Knowing that the other party could neither see nor hear, the black-haired man still looked directly at his friend's unraised eyelids, and warned:

"Again, I'm here. Sleep peacefully, it's okay, I'll take you away."

Can't stay here anymore, have to move faster.

Comfortable, safe, convenient, and most importantly, concealed from being discovered by trackers.

Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately thought of a place.

He also considered it before, but he gave up because there was still a little risk. Now he has to consider the health of his more important friends. After weighing it, he decided to pick up the option again.

That place is his old house.

In the eyes of the people in the town, Zhu Fu's family was deserted more than [-] years ago. The eldest son of Zhu Fu's family rarely came back, and the second son didn't know where he was. The only ones who would come to the door without authorization were probably thieves from other places. .

As for the locals... Although it's not a good way to say it, it's inevitable to be a little creepy near the gloomy old house where a terrible tragedy happened.

Zhu Fu Jingguang doesn't care about other people's opinions, it's best for everyone to avoid his house.The last time he visited the house at night, he made a small mistake because of emotional instability. When he went this time, he had absolute confidence that he could hide Qian Mu well and not be discovered by the people around him.

The only remaining risk is that he ran into a blind thief unluckily, or his brother Zhu Fu Gaoming came back early on a sudden whim.

An active-duty police officer is squatting at home. A thief who dares to come is looking for death. If his brother comes... it shouldn't be so unlucky, right?Although the number of cases in Nagano is not as high as that of Mihua Town in Tokyo, which seems to be cursed, the prefectural police are usually quite busy, um, it's not a big problem.

It's not that Zhu Fu Jingguang doesn't want to introduce his friend to his brother whom he hasn't seen for a long time, but the things they are involved in are too complicated to explain to him, so let's do it next time.

After deciding on a new location, the man stopped hesitating and prepared to quickly pack up the cat and stuff it into his hometown.

But just as he put the person behind his back, he picked up the expensive windbreaker that was crumpled into a rag on the ground, and he didn't have time to stand upright.

— Jingle!

Something fell out of the windbreaker pocket.

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the thing roll far away and hit the wall, and just now it wobbled to a stop in the corner, and the first reaction in his mind was: another 'surprise' was missed... sleep on this thing , Yuan Qianmu, don't you feel panicked?

Affected by the light and angle, Zhu Fu Jingguang could only see that it was a small oval-shaped hard object with a little more protrusion than a coin.

He put the red-haired man down again, picked up the thing, wiped the dust, and took a look at it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "?"

Puzzling first glance: It looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

The second eye of the pupil earthquake: Akai-kun's cufflinks are the same gem? !

The third eye suddenly relieved: It’s okay, it’s just that the colors are a bit similar, it shouldn’t be the same one... No, I’m struggling with something and letting go of something!

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't want to admit that he had been so brooding over Mr. Chijing who had been with them for half a year in January, he even engraved in his heart the sapphire cufflinks he had only seen once.

He held back his distracting thoughts and recalled again, and soon remembered the gift of friendship that the king of a certain country gave to "Jiang Qiyuan", the one worth [-] million U.S. dollars...

"...???"

"Fuck?!"

Zhu Fujingguang stabilized the rapidly soaring blood pressure, hurriedly changed the diamond he was holding casually into a cup, rubbed his sleeve on the surface of the diamond for a while, and then nervously checked against the light after wiping. If he fell, did he lose the 0.1 million US dollars that he couldn't afford to sell him?

Fortunately, there is no need to panic. The friendship witness that will participate in the exhibition in more than ten days is very strong, and it will be intact after a few more hits... Wait, why do you feel that there are some strange grinding marks on the corners? !

Light it up again, and the wear marks didn't decrease, on the contrary—there were a few more.

"...I, you...thousand..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression was dull, his eyes were straight, as if he saw his own bleak future.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took good care of the [-] million US dollars with trembling hands.

As if nothing happened, Zhu Fu Jingguang carried his best friend on his back and walked out of the wooden house.

As he walked out step by step, the black-haired man's steps were resolute, and his heart was heavy at the moment, like a lonely brave man who knew he would never return.

He silently apologized to Fa Xiao and his elder brother in the distance:

——I'm sorry, Zero, if I can persist until after the black organization is destroyed... I still can't continue to dedicate myself to the country with you.

——Sorry, brother, even if this incident is an accident in the final analysis, I will still abide by your teachings, not make excuses for myself, and have the courage to bear mistakes, so...

——For the rest of my life, I'm afraid I'll have to sell it to a rich man with [-] million dollars on his back... Damn it, can't such an expensive thing be put in a safe? !Anyway, put it in a box! ! !

Consciously adding a sky-high debt to himself, Zhu Fu Jingguang is mentally prepared to sell himself to a hateful local tyrant to work to pay off the debt, and there is no upper limit on the debt repayment time.

The debt is basically unpaid in this life, and can only be continued in the next life.

Zhu Fujing suddenly became Zhu Fujing.

He secretly wrote down that he was going to wait for the cat to wake up and then settle the account. Before he could last for a long time, he was crushed to pieces by the debt he had earned for himself.

——Come on, Zhu Fu Jingguang, being a responsible man, Qian Mu probably shouldn't kill you for [-] million dollars... Will he kill you?Probably not... should it?Hmm... [-] million...

Thinking of this, he hid the future creditor in his house with a heavy heart and numbness, and started a cat-raising life that lasted only a few days but was full of ups and downs.

……

Zhu Fu Jingguang retracted his confident speech in the previous chapter.

In the limited scene, raising flowers, cats and people is a hundred times more difficult than he thought, almost becoming a new nightmare for the poor breeder.

The trouble is not the environment.

Thanks to my elder brother who always remembers home. The old house is still connected to water and electricity. Zhu Fu Jingguang is like a fish in water. He plays outside every day to see the beautiful scenery here. He rented a small house and left the tourists wandering around. Leisurely returning to the rented house is actually strolling quietly back to his old house.

In fact, just to be on the safe side, you can buy ready-made meals directly, but Zhu Fu Jingguang would rather go to the trouble and make it healthier by himself. In addition, he indirectly helped him find Qianmu’s grandmother’s house to sell vegetables. The fruits and vegetables that are displayed every day are fresh and cheap. , among all the vegetable shops, no master chef can resist this temptation.

On the first day when he brought Qianmu back, his space to play was extremely narrow.

People who have been hungry for a long time are not nourished, and they can’t be greasy. They can only have white porridge in the morning, vegetable porridge at noon, and white porridge at night. Crush until almost granular.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't want to do this either, as if he managed to find Qian Mu back, but he wanted to starve him to death on purpose.

The problem is that the parties do not cooperate.

Yuan Qianmu changed to a comfortable, warm and airtight place - Zhu Fu Jingguang's room when he was a child - and after lying down, it became shockingly tricky instead, sweeping away the quietness of letting others put on clothes after closing his eyes in the wooden house.

As if aware that he was in a completely unfamiliar environment, his consciousness obviously had no signs of recovering, but the dangerous instinct left in his body was still there, and could be triggered at any time.

The little friend tentatively stretched out his hand, wanting to change his pajamas—a dark red eye suddenly opened, looking straight at him.

"Why don't you stare at me, just make the quilt thicker, but you can untie your braids, right? Your hair is messed up, let me help...don't touch your hair!"

Being stared at by two empty and dark red pupils at the same time, like a beast wandering in the dark warning the intruder's eyes, the little friend couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to raise his hands to express that he would do nothing but feed him water and food. right?

The red-haired man didn't say no, but he proved his deep-rooted pickiness with his actions.

He only drinks water, which must be boiled and then naturally cooled to 20-25 degrees Celsius. He doesn't drink it if the temperature is too high or too low.

Zhu Fu Jingguang expressed his knowledge. He only heard from Zero that "Jiang Qiyuan" is a chicken-feathered man with a strange personality who only drinks tea and boiled water. He didn't expect that Zero was not exaggerating at all.

"As expected of a man who is passionate about health preservation, he really doesn't let go of even the smallest living habits... But can you explain why the guy who subconsciously cares about the water temperature is not stubborn when it comes to the more important part of eating?"

"Tell me, Yuan Qianmu, you! Why! No! Ken! Eat! Rice!"

For this angry outburst of questioning, the red-haired man's instincts didn't even bother to talk to him. Anyway, if he doesn't eat, he just doesn't eat, and he can't force it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang made a ruthless note in his account book, "This bastard will be beaten by me sooner or later when he wakes up", and then looked at the debt book with the dazzling "[-] million US dollars" written on it, and his mind suddenly cleared up, and he was in touch with him. Yuan Qianmu's deep friendship regained the upper hand.

The debtor tried his best to put on a gentle smile, and boiled a good pot of porridge into rice soup, so that the uncle, whose mouth was harder than a diamond, barely drank a few more mouthfuls.

Saying a few mouthfuls is really "a few mouthfuls".

Three mouthfuls capped the top, and even a bowl of clear soup with little water could not go down a quarter.

"..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't stop laughing.

"Crack!" After crushing the spoon, the man's anger tank was about to explode, and even a hundred million dollars couldn't hold it back.

No matter what, he is going to hold Yuan Qianmu down and beat him now——

No, if you dare to show your hostility, you will definitely be killed in an instant, and the fracture may still be minor in the end.

Even though Zhu Fu Jingguang was full of worry and eagerness, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the subtle changes happening right in front of his eyes.

Qianmu's nutritional intake is far from the standard of a normal adult male... No, it should be said that someone else like him would not eat or drink for three days, and then only rely on a few sips of water to support the functioning of the body. I am afraid that there is already more air out than air in.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang witnessed with his own eyes in shock that Qianmu's condition has improved.

His complexion, which was not weak at all, was completely normal.

He, who couldn't even lift his fingers yesterday, was regaining his lost strength.

Although it was slow, he did recover miraculously with this little supplement.

...It is incomprehensible, and common sense cannot explain it at all.

Like the cracks on his hands.

Zhu Fu Jingguang has carefully identified that those scars were not left by being cut by sharp objects, but more like the natural and instant tearing of the surface skin, the body tissue was broken from the inside to the outside, and finally reappeared. collaged somehow...

So, how is it possible?

If this arm was torn apart at a certain moment, how could it be possible to reassemble it later and continue to use it without any influence?

There are too many unexplainable doubts.The only thing that is certain is that he may finally be close to the secret that Yuan Qianmu tried his best to hide from them.

Zhu Fu Jingguang put down the porridge bowl, which had hardly been reduced in weight, and gently threw the broken wooden spoon aside.

The glass cover was finally completely removed, and he looked at his rose, only to realize that the rose didn't wither or wither, it just——scattered.

There were no dead leaves or rose rhizomes on the soil, only scattered petals.

The crimson petals are intact, just as delicate and beautiful as when they were still on the branches, and it seems that there is still morning dew on the edge.

But it did fall apart, and it would slip from your fingers even if you barely hold it.

"...Okay, it's fine if you don't eat, let's rest."

Of course, he also noticed that every time he approached, he "woke up" his friend who was lying flat and still, and his straight line of sight slowly turned, and the shadow that spread from the dark pupil would faintly deepen a little.

It seems that there is an invisible mechanism that blocks the hidden danger, but as Zhu Fu Jingguang disturbs him again and again without authorization, the number of times he "wakes up" and "feeds" him increases, and the effectiveness of the blockade will become weaker and weaker. Then it will shatter with a bang, releasing the cold trapped beast in the darkness.

The reason for Qian Mu's reluctance to eat...Suddenly, Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed to understand a little bit.

"Idiot, it doesn't matter if you let it out. Let me see how dangerous you can be. You can also see how tenacious my vitality is."

After a pause, the man showed a helpless wry smile: "...Ha, I expected you to let go of it. I was thinking too much. You guys always like to make your own decisions and don't care about our feelings at all."

"In short, although you may feel annoyed, I will come again. Guaranteeing three meals a day is the minimum requirement, and I will not back down."

With a little consciousness.

He was raising a beast that could turn back on him at any time.

He is not afraid of being bitten by wild beasts, but it is not because he is brave and fearless.

He just firmly believed that the twisted shadow quietly curled up in the darkness was never a "monster", but an important person he gave his life to.

In fact, the man who was indeed a "monster" was still sleeping harmlessly. Zhu Fu Jingguang packed the bowls and spoons and was about to leave the bedroom.

"Buzz..."

He paused slightly and looked towards the corner of the former bedroom.

After bringing Qianmu's cell phone back yesterday, he plugged in the charging cable and put it aside. It must be fully charged by now.

At this time, someone sent him a message.

—Who would it be...?

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes flickered slightly.