Late at night in the cold winter, everything is silent.
All residents in the entire building Sleeve Building seemed to have gotten into their beds and were sleeping soundly.
There was no light in the corridor, and not a trace of noise broke the silence.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound of air flow.
A ghostly figure suddenly floated through the long, dark corridor and stopped silently in front of a living room.
Then he bent down and reached out, lifted the doormat in front of the door, and took out a key from under the mat.
The moment Keyhole was inserted, the "click" sound seemed particularly abrupt.
After gently opening the door, the house was dark.
In the faint moonlight that filtered through the curtains, the outlines of the furniture could be seen vaguely.
The hands of the wall clock on the wall shimmered in the darkness, and the hour hand had quietly pointed to one o'clock.
The second hand ticked, and the slight sound was infinitely amplified in the early morning night, making the room even more peaceful.
It looks exactly the same as before leaving, no changes have occurred.
Fang Cheng looked calm, did not turn on the light, and just closed the door quietly.
Then he squatted down, untied his shoelaces, took off his muddy sneakers, and placed them neatly aside.
Inadvertently, my eyes glanced at a pair of off-white fleece short boots on the shoe rack.
Those are the shoes Zhou Xiumei is wearing today.
Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, and his eyes immediately passed over Living Room, towards the bedroom door with the door ajar.
A weak, dim light squeezed out from the crack in the door, shining stubbornly in the darkness.
It was like a silent call, telling him that there was someone at home waiting for him silently.
Seeing this light, Fang Cheng's tense muscles suddenly relaxed a little.
So he took off his backpack, threw it on the sofa, and Slow Down walked toward the bedroom.
When he opened the door, he saw a beautiful figure lying on the desk, wearing a white Down Jacket.
I saw Zhou Xiumei resting his head on his slender arms, with a few strands of ink-like hair hanging softly beside his cheeks, and Ippon's unread books scattered beside them.
It seems that Fang Cheng guessed the intention of placing pillows on the chair.
After Zhou Xiumei came here, he did not leave after turning off the lights. Instead, he chose to stay in the bedroom and personally took the place of Fang Cheng, taking on the task of protecting him.
But after reading for a while, she was so sleepy that she couldn't help but doze off.
Then he lay quietly like this, slowly closing his eyes without realizing it.
At this time, under the warm yellow Desk Lamp, her face looked particularly soft and quiet, which made people feel pity and couldn't bear to disturb her.
The eyelashes are long and curled, casting a faint Shadows under the eyelids, as if there is a touch of worry.
A layer of fine goose bumps appeared on the exposed palms, and the sleeping body was trembling slightly unconsciously.
There was no heating in the bedroom, and the temperature dropped sharply in the middle of the night, making it as cold as an ice cellar.
Zhou Xiumei's body is already weak. Even though he wore Down Jacket to sleep in this cold room, he was obviously still a little bit cold.
Fang Cheng stood on tiptoes and quickly approached her.
Then he bent down, gently passed one hand through her neck, and the other hand wrapped around her legs, carefully picking her up.
Zhou Xiumei seemed to be aware of it in his sleep. He let out a cry and rubbed it into his arms.
The pink lips were slightly opened, exhaling a warm and moist breath, filled with a little sweet fragrance.
It was as if I had finally found warm comfort in this long, cold night.
Fang Cheng's soft heart couldn't help but be touched.
Then he carried her to the bed, put her down gently, and then pulled the quilt and covered her carefully.
Every movement was made as light and steady as possible, for fear of accidentally waking her up.
Until the corner of the body is tucked tightly, there is no ventilation.
Looking at the girl who was still sleeping soundly, Fang Cheng showed a smile on his face and reached out to turn off Desk Lamp on the desk.
Then he turned around and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door gently.
After briefly washing up, he walked to his mother's room and lay down on another bed.
In the darkness, Fang Cheng had his eyes open and did not fall asleep.
At this moment, calm down and think carefully about what you did tonight to make sure you didn't miss anything.
If there are any other hidden dangers.
Perhaps it was the mask worn when fighting Ghoul, which was exposed to the public again.
Special Search Team Specialist, who was monitoring Old Factory Street, originally had the purpose of looking for the "mysterious man wearing White Mask".
After experiencing this, will you have any associations?
Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then secretly shook his head, rejecting this guess.
I had already taken measures to hide my whereabouts in advance.
Moreover, when I entered the house just now, I checked it through "Scavenger's Eye" and found no trace of outsiders sneaking into the house.
As long as the other party does not find evidence that he has secretly left Old Factory Street, the time between the two parties will not match up.
Naturally, one would not associate the macho man who was fighting Ghoul dozens of kilometers away with Bookworm who stayed at home and stayed up late studying.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, and then he summoned Panel, watching the previously ignored experience increase Prompt Information.
[Boxing Experience+30]
[Sanda Experience+10]
[Muay Thai Experience+10]
[Jujutsu Experience+30]
[Tai Chi experience +20]
[Qi Gong Experience+15]
[Push-Ups experience +10]
[Leg Raises experience +5]
[Handstand Push-Ups experience +5]
A simple stealth theft and an encounter can gain several times more experience than usual practice.
It's not like I wasted all my careful planning in vain.
In actual combat, it is indeed the most effective way to improve skill proficiency.
Recalling the scene where the demons danced wildly in Rehabilitation Center, Fang Cheng was actually quite scared.
What if those Ghoul finally broke through the defense line, escaped from the ward, and completely lost control.
Fang Cheng could only run to the Inpatient Department and forcefully evacuate with his mother and grandfather.
Fortunately, Military Support Unit responded very quickly and took very effective measures to suppress the situation in a timely manner.
But no matter what.
Ren'an Hospital is close to the mysterious Western Mountains. As long as it continues to be a treatment point for infected people, similar things may happen in the future, and it will not be too safe after all.
Fang Cheng makes a decision in his heart.
Mom This job in the hospital is not suitable to continue.
After her grandfather was discharged from the hospital smoothly, he urged her to complete the resignation procedures as soon as possible and stay away from that kind of place of right and wrong.
Thoughts passed through my mind one after another, Fang Cheng's eyes were open without sleepiness.
The pupils flickered slightly in the darkness, like two faint but unwilling to extinguish Flames.
Those skinny but green-faced Ghoul are like demons crawling out of hell Abyss, constantly appearing in front of their eyes with their teeth and claws snarling.
The cruel scene of eating the flesh of a living person lingered, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to still be swirling in his nose, making him almost nauseous.
What happened tonight was no less shocking to Fang Cheng than the bloody battle with Experimental Subject and the Mermaid group we saw at Yong'an Island.
The familiar cities and bustling crowds in the past seemed to be enveloped by a thicker layer of Mist, with strange and eccentric figures appearing and disappearing among them.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how many unimaginable Demon ghosts are hidden in some unknown corners?
Is it just as showy as Ghoul, or does it have a more covert method?
My past stable understanding of life is like a castle on the beach, which is constantly being washed away and rebuilt by the waves with each bizarre experience.
Until now, what we have seen may be just the tip of the iceberg.
Outside the window, the city's Neon Lights signboard flashes continuously.
Those rays of light penetrated through the layers of darkness, leaking only a few rays of eerie colored light through the gaps in the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy atmosphere.
The light and shadow twisted and swayed on the ground and walls, faintly outlining strange and inexplicable outlines.
Like a pair of Crimson eyes, silently watching in the darkness, peering into this confused city hidden under the gorgeous appearance.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but cast his gaze over and looked into those eyes.
Just like Professor Wu Dewang said at the beginning.
Once you have seen this bloody and cruel world, it will be difficult to continue to live an ordinary life with peace of mind.
If you want to prevent Danger from happening to you and put an end to any hidden dangers, only your fists can Truth solve all problems.
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
But now, his strength is far from strong enough.
Neither can he compare to the Ghoul Leader who calls himself "Jiang Chen", nor can he compete with a violent institution like the military.
Most of the room was swallowed up by darkness, cold and silent.
Fang Cheng's eyes were like two clusters of blazing orange flames, appearing more penetrating than the darkness.
At the same time, Lamp Flame in my mind seemed to become brighter and more intense.
"I have to continue to become stronger. Mist, who is strong enough to drive away the entire world, can face any demons and demons head-on and light up my own path forward!"
Fang Cheng thought silently and clenched his fists.
An impulsive desire arises spontaneously, and I can't wait to get up and exercise, Tempering my own body.
Although I personally saw Jiang Chen being attacked by Missile and bone-shaped, Fang Cheng still had an indescribable weird feeling.
Because from this Ghoul Leader, he vaguely smelled something familiar, Aura.
It seems to be very similar to the evil spirit that possessed He Yao before.
If so, I'm afraid this matter is far from over, and there are still huge hidden dangers.
Fang Cheng is full of doubts, and I really want to enter Spiritual Space again and talk to the "Smiling Devil".
It's just that due to the existence of Police Surveillance outside, it is impossible to predict whether Special Search Team and Mental Ability User can sense changes in his mental state.
To be on the safe side, let's give it up for now and make plans another day.
Fang Cheng turned his body over and over, various plans flashing through his mind, pondering over it.
As time passed quietly, the night became darker and darker.
The warmth in my heart gradually soothed my tense nerves, and my body gradually relaxed.
After a busy night, Fang Cheng was feeling a little tired.
Just be honest and have a peaceful sleep today.
As this thought emerged, my thoughts gradually drifted away and became softer.
After a while, like the neighbors in this building and many ordinary people in this city, he fell asleep peacefully.
In the winter morning, the city is still wrapped in a veil of silence.
A few rays of sunlight were like golden threads, quietly squeezing in through the gaps in the curtains.
They were first tentatively sprinkled on the desk, gradually expanding their territory and constantly dispelling the remaining darkness and coldness from last night.
The small piece of bed that was blessed by the sun, as the temperature rose, the bedding also became warm.
As the light became brighter, the man in the dream also moved slightly under the warm caress.
The green silk hair was spread slightly messily, and her gentle breathing Aura caressed her face, making her skin fairer and fairer.
Snowy red lips, dark eyebrows.
Even when sleeping, there is a refreshing and natural beauty.
Only her long eyelashes were slightly curled, as if she was experiencing something uneasy and frightening in her dream, and her eyebrows and lips were tightly pursed.
"Brother Cheng..."
Zhou Xiumei There was a line of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, soaking the pillow, and suddenly he let out a sleepy murmur and woke up leisurely.
The moment he regained consciousness, his eyes were filled with stars, still retaining the confusion and confusion of just waking up.
When she saw the quilt covering her body tightly, she suddenly remembered what happened last night.
He sat up suddenly, his hair instantly messy and scattered on his shoulders.
Then he whispered in annoyance, "Why did you fall asleep..."
Last night, she tried very hard to pretend to study by herself, holding on to her increasingly heavy eyelids, silently praying that Fang Cheng would come back soon.
However, the more she looked, the more confused she became, and her sleepiness surged like a tide. Her head dropped bit by bit, and finally she couldn't resist the exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, she raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes, looked at the bright and warm bedroom, and suddenly woke up.
"Brother Cheng should be back!"
As soon as I thought about this, I hurriedly got out of bed, dragged my shoes on backwards, and walked out, walking so fast that I almost tripped myself.
The moment she opened the bedroom door, she suddenly sniffed her nose, opened her eyes wide in surprise, and looked toward the kitchen following the scent.
I saw the back of a familiar man standing in front of the stove, busy left and right.
Gas Stove puffed out blue flames, and the pressure cooker lid was bubbling.
The man holds Kitchen Knife Chop Chop in his hand and cuts a strip of beef tendon quickly and neatly.
The sun shone on his body, outlining his tall and straight figure, and his serious look made people feel warm in their hearts.
"When you wake up, wash up quickly and you can eat right away."
Hearing the movement, Fang Cheng turned around and greeted with a smile.
Seeing that her expression was a little dazed, she then said:
"To thank you for covering up for me last night, I will treat you to this breakfast today so that you can taste my Cooking level."
Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, there are meat and vegetable fried noodles, soft-boiled eggs, and freshly squeezed juice.
Zhou Xiumei's nose suddenly wrinkled slightly, and his eyes were as misty as mist.
Suddenly she remembered something, her face flushed instantly, she lowered her head and murmured:
"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry... I probably didn't... cause you any trouble last night, right?"
"That's not true."
Fang Cheng answered casually while cutting the meat:
"I just slept like a little pig and couldn't wake up. I had no choice but to let you lie down on my bed and rest while I went to sleep in my mother's room."
"No way."
Zhou Xiumei was relieved when he heard this and couldn't help but retort shyly.
Then I remembered something and hurried back to Fang Cheng's bedroom.
After a while, I saw her coming out with a pillow soaked in saliva in her hands and running straight out of the house.
Fang Cheng looked at her in surprise:
"What are you doing? Breakfast will be ready soon."
Zhou Xiumei stood at the entrance, changing shoes, without looking back.
"I'll go home and wash up. I'll be right back."
Bang.
The door was quickly closed, and Zhou Xiumei went out holding the pillow.
Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly.
Turn to Kitchen Knife and continue working.
Then after finishing a tomato and egg slider Beef that was full of color, flavor and flavor, I looked at the Panel that appeared in front of me.
Perhaps it was a bonus for my attentiveness. I only cooked a few dishes for breakfast this time, but I actually gained 8 experience points.
[Cooking Lv1(139/250)]