MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 121 Infinite death

At a psychological clinic on Saturday, July 17, 2004.

Wen Yu put two tea cups on the table, and glanced over Ning Ning's pocket: "Don't pick it up?"

From sitting here, Ning Ning's cell phone in her jacket's pocket kept ringing. She pressed the cell phone again and said to him, "I'm a suitor. I use suicide as an excuse to ask me to meet him. "

Wen Yu said, "Will you go?"

"I don't want to go." Ning Ning sighed and got up. "But I have to go ... Thank you for the chrysanthemum tea."

Ningning pushed out the door. About a minute later, a staff member knocked on the door and an electric kettle in his hand: "Smell doctor, the tea is ready."

The guests are gone, just need to pour a cup of tea.

The tea was poured into a cup filled with a few golden petals.

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of Ning Ning's departure. Strangely, how did she know it was chrysanthemum tea?

Ningning certainly knows.

Because this is the third time she stepped into Wen Yu's office.

The first time she refused to answer the phone, the second time she reluctant to leave, but she drank chrysanthemum tea twice, and returned her to the beginning twice.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xinai actually cares about this innocent boy. He must answer his phone and go to see him.

"Hello." After leaving the clinic door, Ning Ning answered the phone and said helplessly, "Don't cry, I can't hear what you say."

"You haven't answered my phone." Li Shanzhu cried, "I thought you would ignore me anymore."

"Did I not tell you yesterday? I was uncomfortable and went to the hospital for a minor operation." Ningning justified.

"Why don't you tell me which hospital and don't let me see you?" Li Shanzhu asked. "Who ... who will you accompany you to?"

Ningning burst into her heart and laughed, "Can't I go by myself?"

Li Shanzhu was silent and did not speak.

"... Okay." Ning Ning laughed, "How can a person like me go to the hospital alone?"

Her most fragile and pitiful side has always been used to win the sympathy of men. How could she hide her wounds and secretly cry?

"... Where are you? I'm here to pick you up now." Li Shanzhu didn't seem to be entangled in this question anymore, and he began to ask the answer he most wanted to know.

"No, I'll take a taxi myself ..."

"Where are you?" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Li Shanzhu, repeating what she said just now, "I am here to pick you up."

Ningning reluctantly reported the location of a hotel.

Li Shanzhu soon took a taxi, rushed out to Ningning, grabbed her wrist and walked back.

"Don't be so anxious to go." Ningning felt that he looked too wrong now, and pulled his arm back. "It's so late, let's eat and go back."

Li Shanzhu, who was walking in front, took a footstep, slowly turned his head, his eyes were dark and black, and he tried to squeeze out an ordinary and simple smiley face: "Aren't you saying that you want to eat my food, come back with me, I'll make it for you eat."

Li Shanzhu's craftsmanship is very good.

It didn't take long for the two to go home, and the aroma of the fish head pot was floating out of the kitchen, accompanied by a sentence from Li Shanzhu: "How many peppers do you want to put?"

"... just let it go." Ningning replied casually.

The sound of chop chop quickly sounded, the usual chop of chopped vegetables, placed at this time, here, but made Ningning inexplicably creepy.

When the last fish head was on the table, Ning Ning glanced at the six dishes and one soup on the table, then looked up at Li Shanzhu opposite.

He was wearing a floral apron around him, which looked a little cute. He clamped a piece of snow-white fish with chopsticks and handed it to Ningning's mouth: "Sister Ai, try my handicraft."

Although Ning Ning had already foreseen it, when the stomach really hurt, she was still surprised and angry.

"... Why do you do this?" She covered her stomach, and she felt a cold sweat. "Why do you poison the dishes?"

"Because I know." Li Shanzhu slowly walked over and carefully wiped the sweat on her face with a napkin. "No matter how delicious I make the dishes, you won't promise my girlfriend."

Ningning began to vomit blood.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Li Shanzhu wiped the blood on the corner of her lips with a napkin and smiled happily. "I will eat too, and I will be with you soon."

"No, I don't need you to accompany ..." Ning Ning spit another blood, "Actually I am a traverser ..."

The person set collapses and returns to the beginning.

He came out of the psychological clinic and was taken home by Li Shanzhu. The fish head pot was put back on the table.

Ning Ning sighed, instead of eating the fish meat handed over by the other side, he looked at him gently: "I promise your girlfriend."

The chopsticks trembled, and the fish caught there fell off.

Ning Ning got up and walked towards him, hugging him gently in his arms.

"Actually, even if you eat me a hot stick, I will agree with you." She tenderly said, "The important thing is not what to eat for this meal, but who is the one who made it for me. You Do you understand what I mean? "

"... Sister Ai." Li Shanzhu buried her face on her shoulder and called gently.

Something stuck in Ning Ning's stomach, and quickly pulled out.

Ning Ning lowered her head and saw that her belly was like a faucet, and she kept bleeding out. The blood-stained knife was held in Li Shanzhu's hand. He stood quietly opposite. The white broken flower on the apron was covered by her blood. Stained red.

"Why do you ... kill me?" Ning Ning questioned him unbelievably. "I promised ... to be your girlfriend."

"Because I know, you lied to me." Li Shanzhu looked at her softly and sadly, "just like you lied to my brother, lied to Haige, and lied to Xiaoke ..."

Reverse the knife in his hand and insert the knife into his stomach. Instead of pulling out the knife, he just opened his arms and hugged Ning Ning. The handle was pushed up on Ning Ning's belly. The belly went deeper.

"But even so, I still want to be deceived by you." Li Shanzhu hugged Ning Ning tightly, choked with a cry, and choked low, "Say something like me, please, little sister, you deceive Me ... "

"... Diao Min has no intention of assaulting me!"

The person set collapses and returns to the beginning.

Out of the psychological clinic, this time Ningning refused to go with Li Shanzhu.

"I think my body is still a bit uncomfortable." Ning Ning kept a distance from him vigilantly. "Just talked to the doctor and he asked me to go back to the hospital for a review."

Li Shanzhu lowered his head in a loss, and a slightly longer bangs covered his expression: "... this way."

"Sorry." Ning Ning looked down at his watch, pretending to be anxious. "The appointed time is up, I'll take a step first."

She only took a few steps, a figure rushed out from behind her, hugged her fiercely, and two people planted on the main road at the same time, toward the bus rushing in the middle of the road ...

"The heart stopped beating."

"Preparing a defibrillator, charging, 200J."

"Okay, get out!"

Ning Ning slowly opened her eyes, and the light in front of her eyes dazzled her. It took a long time before she asked weakly, "What time is it now?"

The doctors and nurses continued to be busy, and one of the nurses responded to her in a busy schedule: "You will be fine, rest assured."

"Now ... what time is it?" Ningning asked again. "Is it a weekend?"

"Not yet," said the nurse. "It's Saturday night. It's almost eight o'clock."

This answer took almost all the energy out of Ning Ning, and she became blurred again.

She is still alive. What about Li Shanzhu? The two of them were hit together, not only being hit by a bus, but also being pushed over by another car. At that moment, Ning Ning felt like a piece of meat on a cutting board and was smashed into mud by a knife at a very slow speed.

"No, my heartbeat is going to stop again."

"Let me see……"

Not only was her vision blurred, the doctor's voice was getting farther and farther away from her.

Just kidding, how could she die today, before the weekend? Ning Ning struggled to open her mouth, exhausted her last strength, and said to the doctors and nurses around her, "I'm not Zhang Xinai, I'm Ning Ning ..."

The person set collapses and returns to the beginning.

Negotiating again and again, dying again and again, one time in the middle, while Ning Ning was still cooking in the kitchen, he called the police with his mobile phone, the police came, and before Ning Ning opened the door, Li Shanzhu had detonated the kitchen. Liquefaction tank.

Almost this time, Ning Ning died.

Relying on the phrase "2017 Trump is King", Ningning held a fruit knife and stared at Li Shanzhu in front of him.

Li Shanzhu came out of the kitchen holding a fish head pot, stunned, and asked her with a smile: "Sister Ai, are you going to kill me?"

The fish head pot was gently placed on the table by him, making a soft and crisp sound, somehow, reminding Ningning of the moment when the liquefied tank exploded in the kitchen before, she yelled, holding in her hand Raised his knife and aimed at Li Shanzhu.

"... Sister Ai." After a moment of silence, Li Shanzhu took a step towards her. "Your hand is shaking so hard."

"Don't come over!" Ning Ning shouted, his hand holding the fruit knife was shaking.

Is this fear, fear, or hesitation?

"... Did I have no other choice?" She wondered whether she was asking him or she was asking, "I will die without killing you?"

Why should she be a murderer instead of Zhang Xinai?

"... Can't you give up?" Ning Ning has forgotten how many times she said that, in a softer, more pitiful, and more praying voice than before, "Are you sure to kill me?"

"Except for death ..." Li Shanzhu slowly took out a kitchen knife and smiled at her. "There is no other way to keep us together."

At a psychological clinic on Saturday, July 17, 2004.

Wen Yu put two tea cups on the table, and glanced over Ning Ning's pocket: "Don't pick it up?"

From sitting here, Ning Ning ’s cell phone in her jacket pocket kept ringing. She did n’t press the cell phone, but she did n’t pick it up. She just sat there stupidly until the staff rang the door and held her hand. An electric kettle: "Smell doctor, the tea is ready."

Wen Yu poured tea in the cup in front of her.

Tea fragrant tea, with a few golden petals turning on the water.

"Three hundred and sixty-two."

what? Wen Yu looked up at Ningning.

Ning Ning looked down at the tea cup in front of her, and her eyes were sorrowful: "This is the 362 cup of chrysanthemum tea that I have been drinking with you."

Anything that repeats for too long can be annoying, numb, manic, collapsed, and finally burst or die.

Ning Ning slowly took up the cup of chrysanthemum tea, and before she drank it, she smelled it and turned her head to vomit.

She reacted so fiercely that Wen Yu suspected that her tea was poisonous, or that she had a chrysanthemum allergy.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, come here." He called the staff in a hurry, removed the teapot and tea cup from the table, and opened the window to ventilate.

Ten minutes later, Ning Ning only took a breather.

"Are you okay?" Wen Yu asked her next to her, and there were doubts about Qi in her eyes.

Afterwards, he thought carefully that the scene on the rooftop was mostly acting, what now? Are you acting again? Want to pretend to be sick and win his sympathy?

Ning Ning lay on the arm of the sofa and slowly looked up at him. Her eyes were weird, painful and guilty, and a feeling that was difficult to describe in words, a feeling like a flower under the stone, breaking out of the earth. , Small, obscure, stunned, struggling.

"I can't survive this day for such a day." She looked at Wen Yu confusedly. "How did he ... survive these 27 years?"

The camera gradually moved further away.

In the life movie, her confused face is reflected on the big screen, in the eyes of the only audience.

Shi Zhongtang sat in the audience. The jade mask covered his features and his expression at the moment. Only the white light fell from the screen and illuminated the mask.

And beside him, there was darkness and mess.

The carved chair he is sitting on is about the only complete chair left in the movie theater of life, and the rest has been dismantled and dropped to the ground, messy like a scrap station. Ben The dilapidated movie theater is therefore even more dilapidated.

Screams, crosses, and crying one after another, but Shi Zhongtang ignored it. He was completely fascinated by the movie in front of him and he was fascinated by the people in the movie. He looked at the screen motionlessly, waiting for her next line.

"Twenty-seven years? Who are you talking about?"

"Your brother, Shi Zhongtang."