MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 8

It was the first time that Qingchuan did not sleep at night.

He sat on the bench with one hand on his face, his eyes fixed on the flickering oil lamp.

The waiting time was long, Qing Chuan rubbed his arms and turned to look out the window. The moonlight outside the window was like training, and the silver light was scattered in the yard, and there was a faint sound of insects.

"What time is it?" he asked the system.

"It's almost nine," said the system.

"Really? I haven't stayed up late to cultivate immortals for so long, I almost forgot that this was when I was full of energy." Qingchuan rubbed his face, "Oh, it's terrible to get used to this thing Ah. Unconsciously, I have been here for more than three years, and I have almost adapted to the life here. The impact of the environment is so terrifying."

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

He stood up and cooked himself a bowl of noodles, then made a pot of tea, staring at the collapsible pot.

"Although I don't know what your situation is, if you really need to worry, just go and have a look." The system advised him.

"I can't go." Qingchuan said, "Have you ever driven the plot of the passer-by in the film and television drama to send hostages to the battlefield? ... If you don't go, there may be a better ending. "

Qingchuan put his fingers together, and unconsciously made a praying gesture of clasping his hands together, "He seems to be going to kill. Once a murder has begun, it is rare to have a peaceful death. In the end, either he killed or someone else killed him, no matter what the outcome is, it doesn't seem to be very good."

Time passed little by little, and I heard the voice of a beating man in the distance, knocking again and again. It has been three shifts, and the dust has settled.

Sitting all night in this early spring atmosphere, even with a charcoal stove, Qing Chuan's body was still very cold, and his lips were trembling. He opened the closet to find a cloak, wrapped himself up, walked to the yard, pushed out the scooter, bought a brand new mat, and took a quilt.

"What are you doing?" the system asked.

"Get his body."

"Are you really going? In fact, you don't have to be so pessimistic, the ending may not be..."

"Heh...he said it, I will do it. Just treat him as a good deed every day to make him walk more comfortable. The ancients still care about things like the corpse wilderness? How do you say it? Well, I felt it before, that lunatic seems to be begging for death."

"Death?"

"Well, it's barely a talent. I seem to be very good at perceiving the true emotions of others. I can see the joys, sorrows and sorrows at a glance. By the way, I don't seem to have told you my story?"

Qing Chuan pushed open the door of the yard and walked slowly in the dark night with the cart. At the front of the car was a small lantern, red, with a white candle in it, giving off a faint warm glow.

"I used to be a rich second generation born with a golden spoon in my hand, and the full moon gift I received included a villa with a swimming pool. In my memory, my family used to be the richest man in the city, what? A happy family, a rich life, lovely relatives and friends. But life will not always go smoothly. Strong people can carry it through, but most people are not strong enough. My father failed to invest, and his partner ran away, as a legal person On behalf of him, he had to use his own property to pay off the debt. At that time, there was nothing left in the family except the mother's pre-nuptial property."

Qingchuan laughed, "Actually at that time, our family was still very rich, because my mother still had a lot of real estate, and the rent alone was hundreds of thousands a year. But the most unacceptable thing It was once owned and lost, and he began to have fantasies, fantasizing about my mother cheating, fantasizing about me being a traitor, and I think he wanted to kill me."

"I look a lot like my grandma, but my dad can't control his fantasies. He refuses to admit that he has schizophrenia, and he doesn't want to take medicine. Frightened, no one interacted with us anymore. Later, he started taking medicine, his condition improved, and he didn’t get sick for a long time, so everyone relaxed their vigilance.”

"Probably when I was about to go to elementary school, Dad suddenly came back at noon, his expression was very wrong, that kind of expression, like looking at the enemy. Dad and Mom went to the dormitory, Let me play in my little room and tell me to wait until my mom finds me to open the door. But I was scared so I opened the door secretly. I saw...lots and lots of blood, splashing from the neck, and a grown man could How much is all the blood coming out? Red fills my field of vision."

"He killed her."

The system obviously has no perception, but at this time, it feels a biting cold wind. It is not moved by the misery of the host, but laments its own destiny. The host chosen by thousands of people took off the sheepskin on this night, revealing the fangs of carnivores. What's wrong, it's a pure life-flow system to select this kind of host that can be blackened in minutes?

Qingchuan did not know the sadness of the system, and was still talking about his past in a soft tone, "probably too exciting, so I forgot this memory, only remember that someone came that day At home, but I can't remember who it was. Dad was also admitted to a psychiatric hospital, and died a few years later. My sister and I, one thirteen and seven years old, were like **** at my grandmother's house with my grandmother. Going around the house."

"Although I lost my memory, I became very sensitive to people's emotions after that. It was like an alarm with the highest sensitivity. I could immediately perceive any changes in the emotions of people around me. It's not a good thing, in that kind of environment, especially for children. No one can talk about it, so I fell in love with painting and liked the feeling of painting my feelings on the canvas. The teacher said that I was very talented, and then I took the test. I went to a top university, my sister got married, gave birth to a lovely niece, and I had a lovely girlfriend. At that time, I felt that I would be happy, that I would marry a wife and have children and be happy forever."

"So, I can feel that guy, begging for death."

"Then, how did you remember this memory?" The system asked, it wanted to know if its own destiny could be saved.

"This. When I was a junior, I accompanied my girlfriend to take a class. There was an elective course of forensic expansion type. Through autopsy, I analyzed the victims of a real burglary and murder case. The murder process. Although I had a mosaic, I didn't feel very comfortable. The blood in the room was very dazzling. Later, I found the body of a puppy with a cut throat in her rented room. She said it was Picked it up. You probably can't understand it. At that moment, I was horrified. A voice told me that my girlfriend killed it and wanted to kill me. After a day of ignorance, I suddenly remembered everything, and I had forgotten it when I was young. memory."

"Separation is not inherited, but someone like me who was stimulated at a young age had a high chance of being triggered, and that was the day. After that, I seem to have a very Strange ability, I can feel the strongest emotions of its previous owner through the object, and I can easily be infected by the emotions in it, as if I became the owner. At that time, I was like a schizophrenic."

Qing Chuan had a weird and meaningful smile on his face, "Actually, this ability is quite useful, I have collected a lot of things, and as many different things, I can simulate as many different personalities. This made my creation unexpectedly smooth. Everyone praised my novels as having a strong sense of reality. It also helped me a lot in making clay figurines. Of course, after all, this kind of thing is more labor-intensive, so after every contact Need to be quiet for a while, the previous psychiatrist gave me a good way to calm down."

"..." The system that was deceived by his quiet every time: To tell the truth, you must know that there is such a story behind him, it is exhausted of energy, formatted by the master brain, and will not... Well, well, it still will, after all, the energy is going to run out.

Damn, life has finally started on me, this innocent and lovely little pity.

"You ask me, what's so special about that lunatic, because that seems to be another me, who witnessed my father kill my mother, and finally collapsed and went mad. ... I'm really curious about his ending."

"Hey, host, does your psychiatrist have a cure?" The system that just wants to be peaceful is struggling to the death.

"This, I don't know. He didn't say anything when I sent him in."

"Send it in?" The system's voice rose slightly, with a particularly ominous premonition.

"Because that guy actually induces me to suggest a crime during treatment, it's really scary. Of course, this kind of person should be sent to prison and guarded well, after all, I have a very positive outlook. Man. Sometimes I think about it, if I had a portable prison, it would be great to arrest them all~ Any other questions?"

"...No, no more." The system's voice suddenly became very weak.

It's so hard to live, but you have to live with a smile.

When Qingchuan found him, he lay quietly on the ground, with no obvious trauma on the surface, but he vomited a lot of blood, maybe this is the legendary internal force or something. There is a person not far away from him, whose exact age cannot be seen, but he is somewhat similar to the golden lunatic.

Qing Chuan was taken aback, but he seemed to have expected it, no wonder... Is this battle with his father? If so, it seems to understand why he is sure that he must come and go. The only surprise was why he chose a stranger who had only met a few times as the last person to collect the corpse. Is it the so-called similar detector?

He reached out and touched the blood vessels in his neck, and there was no pulse. Both are dead, but it is not known who died first and who died later.

"What should I do? I don't even know your name, how can I erect a monument?" It was the first time that Qingchuan observed this man so carefully, his expression was very calm, as if he was sleeping soundly. The four times we met, his expression was gloomy, and he had never been so calm before. Qingchuan stretched out his hand to hold the sword in the opponent's hand. He usually doesn't do this, the risk is too great, especially this kind of item before death is enough to make his spirit withstand the strongest impact.

Qing Chuan held his sword tightly, his face slowly straightened, the pupils of both eyes seemed to shrink in a circle, and his face became very pale and painful.

"Host, are you alright?" The system is very careful, there should be an emergency, where will it touch another porcelain? There are so few humans with high psychic abilities, and so many unemployed systems.

"It's okay." Qingchuan put down his hand, with a calm expression on his face, "He won. He has completed his lifelong obsession, and there is no more worries in this world, and he walks with great peace of mind. ."

Qing Chuan stood up and reached out to wipe off the hoarfrost on his face.

"Is it a lose-lose?" the system asked.

"No, he committed suicide."

"Then you..."

Qingchuan seems to have discovered the system's cautiousness only now, "Please, please, I am not the same as him after all. The official psychological evaluation level is safe, with three views of integrity and excellent self-control ability, right I'm a little more confident." As he said, he had already brought a shovel over.

System:…

"Wait, official?"

"After I sent the psychiatrist in, I reported myself. Think about it, it's really super scary, okay? People like me can't be perverted in minutes. I don't want to, become The second one. Neuropathy, you should take medicine on time. But I didn't expect the final assessment to be safe."

Where is safe? The system just wanted to grab the tester by the neck and ask him.

"Stop talking about this, I heard a rumor that the person I buried for in this life will be my lover in the next life..." He laughed when he said it himself, "A lover doesn't matter. Now, don't expect him to repay his kindness, I hope he will be born in a normal family in his next life."

The basket of flowers that came here is blooming warmly in this undeserved season.

The first person Qingchuan looked for was a talented scholar in his forties. The situation at home was quite bad. The novels always talk about poor and sour scholars. In fact, this poverty is compared with juren. Compared with most people, scholars have more ways to make money and work easily. If they are willing to lose face and be a housekeeper and shopkeeper for others, it is enough for a family. edible.

But the person to be visited this time is obviously a more aloof one, rich businessman asks him to be a banquet is too coppery, he makes money by copying letters on weekdays, with the increase of family members, The family has run out of money.

So Qing Chuan first used his 'sincerity' to impress the other party. As the saying goes, a confidant is less than a thousand cups of wine, and there is more than half a sentence without speculation. The two of them said a few words and they hit it off.

The system silently watched Qingchuan crush the other party with his own emotional intelligence, clearly not agreeing with the point of view, Qingchuan can put on a look of anticipation and coax the other party to keep talking and talking. The other party almost regarded Qingchuan as a confidant, but who knew that it was behind a famous post for him, scum...

After dinner and wine, Xiucai wrote famous posts on the spot, and Qingchuan left behind a box of essays and pen, ink, paper and inkstone. It is easier for him to accept this kind of things that belong to literati exchanges, without the smell of copper.

Afterwards, Qingchuan visited a few more people, either because they looked down on the identity of Qingchuan craftsman and disdain to associate with him, or they had already been given places. It wasn't until more than a month later that he got a place again, but it was Chi Guoguo's money transaction. The other party was very realistic, that is, to exchange money.

Qingchuan bought it with ten taels of silver.

He lived in the inn in the county, no one was disturbed, and he sneaked into a group of candidates. He's not the best looking, he's not the oldest or the youngest, and he doesn't like to interact with people, so no one notices him.

He passed the first test successfully, and the eighth place, not higher or lower, was almost the same as Da Confucian's original prediction. After the first test, it is Tongsheng. Tongsheng is not a serious name, but only has the qualifications to take the exam, so he will not go to the place of household registration to report that who has passed the Tongsheng exam this year.

It is much more formal to be admitted to a scholar, and you can get the first name and Gongmi.

Qingchuan took the time to review and did the key topics listed by the teacher that were easy to investigate. I don't know if it was the effect of this kind of cramming, but Qingchuan grabbed his tail and was admitted to the scholar with the third-to-last grade.

Reported, ran all the way from the entrance of the village to Brother Jiang's house, saying that everyone in your family was admitted to the scholar, and asked the county master to stay and have a meal together.

Brother Jiang Hahaha, liar!

Who can I deceive? Find their home. Are there any readers in their family? Where is the little brother setting up a clay figurine stall in the provincial capital? Can another one come to the county for the exam?

From old lady Jiang to the little nephew below, no one believed it. The reporter wanted to get some reward, but who knew that when he encountered such a strange flower, he was still determined and insisted on this group of idiots I can't believe it. So cheating... Ah bah, so the messenger beat his chest and swore to tell the truth, he insisted that Big Brother Jiang go.

farm implements.

At this moment, the official letter has finally come down. A scholar in the county is a political achievement, so this is actually a high priority. There will be special personnel to come down and report, just like the modern Just like being admitted to a university, the village also has to do a registration or something.

The officials are here, and the Jiang family must believe it if they don’t believe it. The people in the village also believed it, and they all gathered in the old house and asked them what was going on. Didn’t they say that they set up a clay figurine stall in the provincial capital? Why did you come back after taking the exam for a scholar without a sound? A scholar is not worth much in the provincial capital, but is still very remarkable in the countryside. After all, he is a scholar with a serious reputation and does not kneel when he sees an official.

The Jiang family was still wondering, of course, they asked three questions.

"What's the matter? This is?" The old lady was dizzy, and the family was not so beautiful when they were the richest.

"Auntie, Si'er didn't come back?" asked a relative of the clan.

"No."

As he was talking, the little nephew ran in shouting, "Grandma, uncle is back."