I’m A Paranoid Villain Harvester

Duan Min took the small dessert and sat on the sofa in the living room. After a while, he realized that he had opened the door in a ghostly manner and brought the things in inexplicably.

Of course, it should be the woman who is more inexplicable.

When she just moved here, when she rang the doorbell for the first time, Duan Min dumbly suspected that he had heard it wrong, and his doorbell had never rang.

But the bell stopped for a moment, then rang again, one after another, a bit of endless meaning.

He manipulated the puppet as the landlord to negotiate with the residents who moved in. He once said that there were no people on the seventh floor, but now there are people on the seventh floor and they still live next to him.

It's not that he is afraid of noise. The sound insulation of the house is very good, but he hates the breath of living people, so he wants to make the person who rings the doorbell into a dead person.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the young woman religiously holding a box of gnawed egg tarts as if she was worshipping her ancestors.

She was trembling with fear, but she smiled very sweetly.

The apricot eyes are bent, and the lips are curved, bringing out a shallow pear vortex.

It looks harmless, is it really harmless? Or did the group of people find his trace and find someone to test him?

It was always funny, no matter what she was for, she was the first person to smile at him, and he decided to let her live a few more days.

It was only a few days.

The life of the rules, the unchanging days will always be broken by a theorem, which is unexpected.

The woman who was so frightened that night should leave immediately, or she should not show up in front of him, but she came again, holding a plate of ribs, smiling still sweetly.

Duan Min thought, this is the second time. If she dared to come and disturb him for the third time, no matter how she laughed, he would dismember her.

The third time, she came again, and she didn't even have any fear in her eyes. She seemed to be used to this behavior to disturb him.

He stared at her blankly, wondering when to do it. She only introduced the dishes she had on her own, from the ingredients to the production steps, and the final taste, speaking slowly and in detail, and the voice was soft and soft. .

She seems to love to laugh by nature, even when she speaks, she will draw a shallow arc of laughter.

Duan Min first encountered such a persistent and noisy person.

He didn't understand why she could say so much, let alone why she could bother him unimpeded every night at seven.

She knew that he would not eat, and she deliberately placed a high stool by the door and put dishes on it.

His body has been modified. It is no problem if he does not eat for ten and a half months. In fact, he hates eating, and the swallowing action reminds him of the disgusting things that were forced to eat before.

But he would listen to her patiently before closing the door.

Duan Min thought, it might be that the room is too quiet, so that she will always be attracted by her voice. You can stop killing her temporarily, but if he gets sick and kills her uncontrollably, there is no way.

He will get sick from time to time, uncontrollable, and difficult to suppress, so everyone in this building has become a victim, and he simply made a puppet to control it to reduce the need to go out.

Just now, he became ill again, and all his consciousness turned into an impulse to kill, his blood surged, and the blood in front of his eyes was red, and he didn't want to hear the breath of living creatures.

There was a delicate and warm touch from under his hands, and the blood in front of him faded. He saw her smile clearly, and found that he was holding her neck, his palms unconsciously retracted.

Because he thought, if she died, she would never laugh like this again.

Inexplicably, I feel a bit pity.

With the last trace of reason, Duan Min let her go, thinking that she would be frightened by his appearance and flee, and never dared to come again.

Unexpectedly, her courage was unexpected. Seeing him like that, she even dared to come and bring food.

Is she not afraid of death, or is she not afraid of him?

Duan Min looked down at the dish in his hand that he didn't know what dessert it was. The middle was divided into two layers, with red on the top and milky white on the bottom.

The color is distinct, with a hint of cream and sweet strawberry.

There was an orange post-it note on the porcelain plate, with no words, only a smiling face.

Duan Min was silent for a moment, his expression a little struggling, finally picked up the small porcelain spoon, scooped a spoon of red jam, tasted it, and frowned immediately.

"Tsk, sweet."

It's too sweet, too sweet.

He pursed his lips, put the dessert on the table, pushing far away.

Duan Min straightened his lip line unsatisfactorily, snorted softly, lay back on the pure black sofa, pulled a pillow into his arms, and turned his back.

After more than ten minutes, he licked the corners of his lips, turned around, stared at the dessert on the other side of the table, looked at it for a long time, dropped the pillow and sat up, leaned over and reached out to bring it back.

He picked up the small porcelain spoon again, first picked out the crushed strawberries on the top and finished eating, then peeled off the red jam, and scooped a spoonful of the milky jelly-like thing underneath.

"acid."

Duan Min was unhappy, frowning again, the thing was warm, the taste was delicate and smooth, but it was too sour.

Gee, what exactly is she doing.

He wanted to put the dessert back on the table again. Halfway through the action, he saw the smiling face on the orange post-it note. After a long pause, Duan Min picked up the spoon again and scooped the next layer of things. Dip some jam on top.

The taste becomes sour and sweet.

His brows were still frowning, but he kept moving, spoon after spoonful, eating continuously.

Putting down the empty cup, Duan Min lay back on the sofa, lying on his side holding a pillow, his mouth was full of sweet and sour taste.

From the mouth to the esophagus, for the first time there is a feeling of being warmed.

Because of the jam, Xu's pale lips became a bit more **** after the illness.

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The next day, Yuxu opened the door and saw the porcelain plate and empty cup on the high stool.

"Ding" rang in his mind, and the system said: "Congratulations to the host, the current villain's trust value is 5."

With a hum, You Xu picked up the porcelain plate and empty cup and went back to clean.

From this day on, Duan Min would eat the dishes you brought to the evening, but there was no other progress. After more than a month, the system finally couldn’t help urging: "Host, don’t you think the progress bar is too much? Is it slow, why not take some other action?"

You Xu said unhurriedly: "You have to believe in science."

The system wondered: "What science?"

Yush understood that Stickman might not have any common sense, so he explained seriously: "Develop a habit in 21 days, understand?"

"..." The system panicked a bit, "So you deliver food every day because you have developed a habit?"

Yush: It's difficult to communicate. It's on the children's channel and I'm on the adult channel.

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The most subtle change is habit.

Duan Min, who initially said that she would only live for a few days, had already allowed her to jump safely for almost two months.

He has a terrible habit. When the evening sky is fainting with the dark night, when it is near 7 o'clock in the evening, he will be involuntarily irritable, and his mind will feel like being hooked by something, and then he can't do anything.

My mind automatically guessed what dishes she would bring today, what she would say, and how she would laugh.

The slight expectation arose in my heart, vaguely, but there was an unusual sense of existence.

This habit is like the rising sea flooding the land, slowly and unobtrusively, when he notices it, he finds that he has no place to stay, and he doesn't know how to struggle.

Duan Min raised his eyes and saw the time display in the center of the living room-19:00

The time was up, he walked to the door, walked to the hallway and waited quietly, and when the doorbell rang, he opened the door again.

A few minutes later, the doorbell was as silent as him.

This door is made of a special material, and there is no peephole. Apart from opening the door, it is impossible to see if there is anyone outside.

Duan Min squeezed the doorknob tightly, frowned impatiently, and waited for another three minutes.

He turned and went back to the living room. The time he saw the display was seven ten ten. She was late.

Did you forget, or don’t want to send it?

People are fickle.

Duan Min pressed his lips tightly, lay down on the sofa with drooping eyelids, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already half past seven.

She hasn't come yet.

Duan Min sat up with his body supported, an unfamiliar and inexplicable emotion made him at a loss for a moment, followed by irritability.

Duan Min got up again and paced in the living room. He was impatient with every step. He could not help pacing until eight o'clock.

This inexplicable emotion made him too dissatisfied, and he was going to cut the source.

She can't live anymore, but he can make her a puppet with the longest shelf life.

Duan Min calmly walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Looking out, it's very good, empty.

Duan Min tucked his eyelids, the corners of his lips drooped, and his chin was slightly retracted. He pressed Yu Xu's doorbell with obvious anger.

The doorbell kept ringing, but no one came to open the door.

Duan Min's patience was completely obliterated, and replaced by a fire that was blown three feet high by the wind. He summoned the puppets downstairs to come up and smash the door.

At this moment, the door was opened.

Duan Min had a bad expression and was about to speak when he found that Yuxu's face was even more ugly. Her face was sickly white, her lips were not bloody, but her cheeks were unusually flushed, and her forehead was sweating.

She held the door frame with both hands in a weak tone: "Ah, here you are."

Duan Min twisted his eyebrows: "You are--"

Before he finished speaking, the woman suddenly leaned forward and plunged into his arms.

The soft, warm body nestled in his arms.

He was stiff.

The author has something to say: open the door with a surprise, embrace the spree.

So if you want to disturb the neighbor next door if you have something to do, you will never be beaten, you will only get a warm hug (×

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