This Damned Thirst for Survival

Ye Xun: "..."

The person with Zhang Feng's face tilted his head and asked again, "Okay, can you open the door for me?"

Ye Xun looked back into the bathroom.

The figure in the bathroom was shaking, and Zhang Feng's singing voice became louder and louder.

There is a Zhang Feng inside, and another Zhang Feng outside the door.

Which is true?

If the real Zhang Feng is outside, who is the person taking a shower?

If the person taking a bath is real, then who is this person?

Ye Xun's mind went blank for a moment, and he looked at the people outside carefully.

At least it seems that Zhang Feng with a face is more like a person than Zhang Feng without a face.

Ye Xun hesitated, got down from the chair and put his hand on the doorknob.

When he was about to open the door, he suddenly looked down at the lock.

When Faceless Zhang Feng came in, he just closed the door without locking it. Just unscrew the door handle to get in. With such a simple matter, why does Zhang Feng who is outside the door have to open the door?

Ye Xun's expression condensed, then suddenly put down his hand.

He remembered one thing.

Some people will transform the coffin or the wood on which the dead lay, and make it into furniture before selling it to others. This kind of furniture will form a "sorrow" or a "scary". They are trapped in the furniture. If they want to come out, they need people's consent. Therefore, they will pat the door of the cabinet to attract human attention. If human beings take the initiative to open the furniture, it is equivalent to giving a passage order to "Song" and "Evil", and they can escape from the furniture and do evil.

Although Zhang Feng outside the door is not a "horse" or a "sha", he is obviously not a human being.

The house is a place to live during the training period, and there are still four men living in it, and there is plenty of yang. The "person" outside the door asked Ye Xunlai to open the door for him. He was obviously afraid of Yang Qi and wanted to ask for a "passing order" from Ye Xun's mouth.

The roommate, who was lying on the desk writing, looked up at Ye Xun strangely, "Who is coming from outside the door?"

"No one," Ye Xun locked the door, "someone knocked on the wrong door."

The roommate did not ask much, and continued to listen to the music and write songs.

Ye Xun didn't know if the people outside had left. He returned to the bed and canceled the news he had just edited. He couldn't let Jiang Luo and the others come over now, otherwise, they might bump into something outside the door.

The knock on the door sounded for a while, and gradually disappeared, as if giving up and leaving. Sweat was secreted by Ye Xun's temples, and he hugged Xiaofen tightly. At this moment, Zhang Feng walked out of the bathroom.

Zhang Feng put on a towel and walked to the mirror to apply skin care products. He was in a good mood and even put a layer of mask on himself, "Ye Nan, who is the one who knocked on the door just now?"

The facial features on the mask are smooth and neat. Ye Xun's voice tightened a little, and he tried his best to calmly say, "Someone knocked on the wrong door."

Zhang Feng was no longer interested, and continued to happily arrange the mask in front of the mirror.

Ye Xun said, "Zhang Feng, you look very happy."

Zhang Feng smiled and said, "I just like rainy days."

Ye Xun looked at him inquisitively, "You look very different today."

"Really?" Zhang Feng laughed in a good mood, "I let go of some of my thoughts, and now I feel very relaxed. If it hadn't been raining, I would also like to go out and run two laps."

After hearing what he said, Ye Xun subconsciously glanced at the shoes that Zhang Feng had changed by the door.

The edge of the shoe was muddy, dried up on the edge of the shoe, and there were some sallow traces of sewage on the upper.

When recording "The Next Stop, Idol", because I didn't want to be disturbed, I chose the location in the suburbs. Although the location is remote, the building facilities are brand new. Zhang Feng's shoes are so dirty, he should be out of the recording location.

Ye Xun took out his phone and took a picture of Zhang Feng's shoes under the cover of Xiaofen. After thinking about it, he took a picture of Zhang Feng's face when Zhang Feng was not paying attention.

Sent a message to a companion.

[See you tomorrow morning, I have something to tell you]

When the phone received a new message, it quickly turned on a few times, and then gradually turned off because no one was taking care of it.

If someone gave Jiang Luo a gun at this time, there was only one bullet in it, and asked him whether he would destroy the illusion with one shot or choose to kill Chi You, Jiang Luo would definitely choose Chi You without hesitation and gritted his teeth.

This is the first time that Jiang Luo has been so embarrassed since being killed by Chi Youra 18 times in his dream.

Jiang Luo didn't know why Chi You didn't kill him, why didn't he punish him with pain and blood, but instead teased him in this way.

But I have to say that the evil spirit took this step extremely accurately, and cut Jiang Luo's vitals like a scalpel.

If it was physical torture, Jiang Luo could still endure it by gritting his teeth and keeping the calmness he should have. But this kind of weird and weird teasing made Jiang Luo unable to maintain his sanity at all, making his teeth tickled with anger.

Amidst the raging anger, he still panicked for a while.

The evil spirit used absurd means to hold onto his lifeblood.

Knowing that dealing with him like this would be more difficult for Jiang Luo to bear than ordinary means.

The more angry Jiang Luo was, the happier Chi You became.

The evil spirit was very happy, and laughed lowly, "Guess."

"Guess you—hmm." Jiang Luo's lips were blocked, his face was blue and his lips were red.

"The teacher taught you what you want to say, think about it before saying it."

The pool is very slow.

The hand on his lips moved away, Jiang Luo opened his lips, the **** rolled around in his throat, and finally gritted his teeth again without saying anything.

Hold.

The evil spirit looked at the dark-haired young man whose face was changing, and he felt a sense of lightness and joy that he had never had before.

This kind of joy is even worse than Chi You's first time learning the art of puppet soul refining, and surviving the first time he merged with Ghost Run.

The black-haired young man would rather fight flesh and blood than lie in bed with thousands of ghost hands, and his eloquent mouth couldn't speak nonsense. Such Jiang Luo made the evil spirits feel the satisfaction of his accomplishment.

he thinks.

To deal with Jiang Luo, he still had to use this method.

The ghost hand became more and more presumptuous. Jiang Luo knew that Chi You was deliberately disgusting him. Blue veins bloomed on his forehead, and small beads of sweat were sticky. Jiang Luo cursed silently, and said: "These hands are all his **** yours. !"

The hands crawling on him suddenly stopped.

The evil spirit sighed, still still thinking, "You guessed it."

In the next instant, all the ghost hands disappeared. The dilapidated and rotten ghost building became bright and clean again.

The rain outside the window pours, Jiang Luo panting heavily, and after gaining strength, he barely got up and sat up. His hair is messy, and there are red fingerprints on his bare skin. Jiang Luo's face was so dark that he could drip ink, his fists creaked, as if pinching the neck of an evil spirit.

After a long time, Jiang Luo gloomily covered his face with a towel.

He had to reflect.

Was his way of hitting Chi You back too monotonous?

Make him hurt, what a **** ghost is afraid of hurting.

As for letting him die, heh, unless his soul is scattered, Chi You can't die now.

Chi You took a bite, why didn't he return it in a tooth-for-tooth way?

The evil spirit wanted to make him sick, and he succeeded.

Jiang Luo's fist clenched into a fist and clenched the sheets tightly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the unwilling flames rolled.

Oh shit.

He will also go home sick.

Let that evil spirit never dare to tease him like this again.

Ye Xun was a little uneasy in his sleep. At four o'clock in the morning, he heard footsteps in the dormitory.

Ye Xun opened a gap in his eyes and looked out. Zhang Feng dressed neatly, opened the door and left the dormitory.

The sound of footsteps faded away, Ye Xun hesitated for a moment, and followed Xiaofen in his arms.

But when he got downstairs, Ye Xun lost Zhang Feng. The weather at four o'clock in the morning was still dim, the morning wind was cold, and only the street lights were on.

Ye Xun was standing in the wind, not knowing where to go. At this moment, he suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.

"..."

Ye Xun's breathing was stagnant, he turned his head stiffly, and saw Jiang Luo's face.

Jiang Luo's expression was bad, and the line "I'm in a bad mood" appeared on his face. The clothes on his body were also wrinkled, frowning and looking at Ye Xun, "Why are you standing here in the morning?"

Ye Xun breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, and had to say that the moment he saw Jiang Luo, the heart he had lifted from last night was finally released. He shook his head, not planning to tell him here, "Why are you back here?"

"I just saw the message you sent me. I was afraid that something might happen to you. Come over and have a look." Jiang Luo rubbed his forehead with a headache, "What's the matter?"

Ye Xun: "I'll talk about it later."

He looked at Jiang Luo's eyes, "Your eyes are so red, haven't you slept all night?"

Jiang Luo sneered at his lips, "Ah."

It was admitted.

Ye Xun seemed to feel a bit murderous, he paused, and curiously said: "Why don't you sleep?"

Jiang Luo glanced at him, "Don't be too gossip about being a man."

The two walked around downstairs, and after dawn, they called Shang Lu Yi and the dead ghost to borrow the office of the chief director.

The chief director slept very restlessly last night. After hearing that they said they wanted to borrow the office, he personally delivered the keys, and wanted to follow the current progress.

Ye Xun put the photo he took last night on the computer, "These are the shoes Zhang Feng wore when he came back last night."

Jiang Luo could tell at a glance, "No wonder I didn't find him yesterday, because he went out."

The director frowned. "We have rules in our contract. The recordings are closed. Unless the program group allows them, they can't go out."

Jiang Luo pondered for a moment, "Is there any place here that I can go out without telling the show crew?"

The director thought for a while, "Don't say, there is really a place, it is a broken warehouse left before. There is a hole in the window, and I climbed out of the window to be outside."

"Outside the warehouse is a wasteland, similar to the wild wild goose forest in the countryside," the director added. "There is a lot of garbage piled up there, it's dirty and messy, no one will go there."

Waiting quietly for them to finish, Ye Xun continued to ask, "Did you see Zhang Feng's face?"

Lu Yi and Jiang Luo looked at each other, "What's wrong with his face?"

Ye Xun silently adjusted Zhang Feng's photo.

Looking at the person in the photo, several people took a breath.

—— Zhang Feng in the lens has no face.

Jiang Luo lowered his face, "He was like this when he came back yesterday?"

Ye Xun stared at the photo, even if it wasn't the first time he saw it, but he still felt cold all over, "Yes."

The director is unknown, so he said: "What's wrong with Zhang Feng's face? Hasn't he always looked like this?"

When the atmosphere was quiet, Lu Yi turned his head to look at the director and muttered, "Is there no change in Zhang Feng's face that you see?"

"No..." The director felt frustrated when he was asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Ye Xun whispered: "I found out last night. In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems that Zhang Feng's changes are not visible."

He paused for a moment, "Even he didn't realize that he lost his face."

This is undoubtedly a scary thing.

He lost his five senses, but the person who lost the five senses didn't realize it. The scene of Zhang Feng's incomparable care when applying the mask yesterday made Ye Xun feel that this was far more weird and terrifying than the horrible things he had experienced in the past.

Ye Xun told them about another Zhang Feng knocking on the door last night.

Lu Yi got goose bumps all over, "Why didn't you call us over yesterday."

Ye Xun said, "It's too dangerous."

Jiang Luo did not speak.

He frowned, thinking of the faceless monster in the dark.

Is there a relationship between the monster and Zhang Feng?

How did Fu Wei know that "you will die if you turn off the lights"?

Zhang Feng went out yesterday. What did he do? This thing solved one thing he had been worrying about. Therefore, he returned with great ease, but lost his face.

Zhang Feng's attitude toward Ye Xun was not good before, but this time he got better. It was like... After he solved the trouble, Ye Xun was no longer a threat to him in his eyes.

These things are intertwined, like a cloud of fog. Jiang Luo felt that they had better go to the place Zhang Feng had visited. The warehouse leading to the outside was probably the place Zhang Feng had visited. "Director, where is the warehouse?"

The director told them the location, "Or I will take you there now."

"No," Jiang Luo said, standing up, "Let's go and see Zhang Feng first."

Zhang Feng went out this morning and didn't know where he went. But now I'm practicing dance in the practice room. Jiang Luo walked to the corner to observe him. There were no facial features on Zhang Feng's face, and he could not even tell what expression Zhang Feng was on.

But in addition to the facial features that can be revealed, people's emotions can also be seen in their behavior.

At first, Zhang Feng was in a relaxed state. He smiled and greeted other trainees, but gradually, Zhang Feng became a little impetuous. He walked to the side and sat down silently, looking up. With other dancers.

Jiang Luo thoughtfully.

Zhang Feng's appearance is a lot like the colleague Jiang Luo used to work with in the design institute.

Those were three interns who came to the design institute just after graduation, and only one of them would be left in the end. After the internship period is over, their performance will be the same as Zhang Feng.

At the beginning, I felt that I would have no problems, and I would definitely be able to stay in the design institute. But gradually I lost my self-confidence, began to doubt myself, and became concerned about gains and losses.

Zhang Feng is more serious than them.

Jiang Luo looked at Zhang Feng for a while, the dead ghost came over and handed him a bottle of water, "Lu Yi said, they found something."

"what?"

"Diary written by the dead behind the scenes." The dead ghost said without a stir.

Jiang Luo's eyes lit up, and he followed him to find Lu Yi. But when he first went out, he met Fu Wei who came out of another practice room.

Fu Wei wore the A-level clothes in "Next Stop, Idol", but the pink top did not bring him much soft colors. He held a cell phone without any expression, after Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Luo, he walked straight towards Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo focused on his lips.

Probably just after finishing training, Fu Wei's face was sweaty. The color on the lips is slightly red, the thin lips are neat, and the lip line is tight, somewhat like the lips in the photo Chi You gave Jiang Luofa yesterday.

But not necessarily.

Jiang Luo pressed down the corner of his mouth.

He knew that if he brought subjective thoughts, he would only look at Fu Wei more like Chi You. Or any other person, once he starts to doubt who Chi You is in his heart, he will constantly look for evidence to prove his thoughts.

That does not work.

Jiang Luo exhaled a foul breath, "Are you looking for something to do with me?"

The phone in Fu Wei's hand was facing Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo glanced at his phone strangely, and suddenly remembered something, his expression stiffened, "Where did you get the phone?"

Fu Wei pulled his lips, "This is the cell phone given to me by the program crew."

"I'm live streaming," he looked down at Jiang Luo, his slightly curled black hair blowing open beside his eyebrows, and said casually, "The camera is facing you."

In the lens of the phone, the beautiful and flamboyant face of the black-haired young man was slightly stagnant.

The barrage grew rapidly.

【? ? ? Who is this? 】

[The clothes he sees through, he should also be a trainee of "The Next Stop, Idol", but it's so strange, why haven't I seen him in the feature film? 】

[Oh, my little brother looks good, I lick and lick, click down on my phone, let me see the name of my little brother]

[Fairy face value! Ah ah ah I want to vote for him]

[Wait everyone, why haven’t I seen this trainee on the show? It’s impossible to see someone who doesn’t remember. I’m a super face-controller. I can remember the good-looking ones in "Next Stop, Idol". Once I saw long hair that is not only not against the harmony but also such a beautiful and unique feature, how could I not remember him! 】

[The sisters above have completely said what I want to say. Damn, I don’t believe it. If there are trainees like this, could I not pay attention before? 】

[Report-I just went to the official blog and did not find any information about this little brother, heartache]

[Ah...Is such a nice little brother deliberately cut off the camera? No matter how bad the strength is, it won’t be like this for a vase, it’s too miserable]

[Families, I’m back, and my sisters and I quickly passed the previous feature film and Easter eggs. Guess what? Hey, the little brother really doesn't have a lens! 】

[...Is there anything serious about "Next Stop, Idol"? How much traffic can be attracted by such a face? If I cut off the footage on purpose, then I’m really speechless]

[Spicy chicken editor, it’s time to scold the show crew every day]

[I didn’t want to scold, after all, I arranged a live broadcast of my brother Fu today. Before the live broadcast, I also praised the program group. Well, it turned out not to be praised at all, dog head]

[You guys who climb the wall in person like this are considered as fans of Brother Fu? Isn't he just a slightly better-looking trainee? I still love Brother Fu the most! Brother Fu, please don’t move your phone, thank you]

[It’s so stupid to have money without making money, you guys in the show crew are so awesome [thumbs]]

The barrage became a mess, and it was obvious that Fu Wei was here, but these fans started to talk about Jiang Luo. A few yin and yang comments were quickly suppressed, and it was even too late to be seen clearly.

Fu Wei glanced at the comment, and someone had already cursed Guan Bodi.

Jiang Luo didn't know what happened in these short minutes. He took a deep breath, turned his body and turned his face, and whispered, "Don't face me."

Fu Wei sneered, "So many fans want to see you, aren't you happy?"

As a trainee, of course you have to be happy.

Jiang Luopi smiled and turned around without a smile, and said to the camera: "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Huan. I'm sorry, people have three urgency, now I am in a hurry to go to the bathroom, see you later."

He waved to the camera, finally smiled, turned around and walked away with the dead ghost.

The barrage paused, and soon exploded with enthusiasm that had doubled before.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Mum, I'm in love again]

[See you next time, you promised me that I will see you next time [shocking]]

Jiang Luo left the live broadcast behind his head and talked to his assistant, asking him and the director to deal with the matter. After all, he only showed his face for a few minutes, and he didn't think it would have much impact.

After the explanation, he hurried to find Lu Yi and Ye Xun.

The reason Lu Yi and Ye Xun called him was because a staff member found a diary while cleaning the room of the dead behind the scenes.

A thin diary with a lock. Before Jiang Luo came, Lu Yi had tried several passwords with Ye Xun. If there was another error, the diary would be locked for an hour.

Lu Yi and Ye Xun dared not try again, holding the diary like a hot potato, "We tried her name, her birthday, but it was all wrong."

"What's her name?" Jiang Luo asked.

Ye Xun said back: "Feng Xiuyun."

Jiang Luo took the diary, which was an electronic lock, in nine-square format. Ye Xun handed Feng Xiuyun's ID card, Jiang Luo looked at it, and the victim was exactly 30 years old this year.

Not a name, not a birthday, what would it be?

They are not acquainted with Feng Xiuyun, like the secret of a diary, it is definitely a very private existence. It is wrong to rely solely on blindness.

Lu Yi looked at Jiang Luo expectantly, "Jiang Luo, what should I do?"

Jiang Luo directly violently dismantled it, and used brute force to remove the electronic lock.

"Isn't that all right?" He looked at Lu Lu with one or two people strangely. "Why are you wasting this time."

Lu Yi: "..."

Ye Xun: "..."

The dead ghost nodded in agreement.

The diary only contained more than a dozen pages. Jiang Luo quickly flipped through the diary and found that all the diaries were written about Feng Xiuyun and her boyfriend.

Feng Xiuyun looks ordinary, in her thirties, but has never been in a relationship. In this diary, her psychological journey is as sensitive and happy as a young girl carrying spring. She writes in the diary that love has made her younger for several years.

"But the matter between me and him cannot be discovered by others. His situation is special and I am also very inferior. In fact, this is very good... How many excellent people like him can talk about in a person's life? No matter whether there is a result in the end or not , This kind of love affair has made me not live my thirty years in vain."

Everywhere in the words can see the woman's sorrow and anxiety, as if a cloud of mist is holding Feng Xiuyun, so that Feng Xiuyun will not touch the ground, and will fall from the clouds at any time.

Her low self-esteem is like a shadow, even too cautious, and even the man's name does not appear in the entire diary.

Jiang Luo looked at the sentence describing the man, and suddenly a bold idea arose.

He picked up the electronic lock on the side and called the director, "When is Zhang Feng's birthday?"

The director said: "March 2nd."

Jiang Luo pressed 0302, and with a "pop", the electronic lock was unlocked.