"Hey hey hey?" Lang Qiao heard the sound of the other end of the phone and was a little nervous, "Are you still here? I'm very panicked when you don't sound like this!"

"Well," Luo Wenzhou replied indiscreetly, "It's okay."

After saying that, he didn't listen to Lang Qiao's screaming and hung up the phone.

The basement was not ventilated, with a stale smell, and a faint smell of blood in the pale background. A long hair was sandwiched on the ear-hanging headphones. Luo Wenzhou carefully took it off and his fingers passed by the back of the cold recliner.

There were obvious signs of wear on several confinement straps.

This is a typical "abhorrence therapy" scene. When the image is played on the projection, the person who tied himself to the recliner is forced to establish a conditioned reflex through electric shocks and strong stimulations such as drugs, allowing him to connect this unforgettable pain with the feeling when he sees the image, arousing his physiological disgust to achieve the purpose of "correcting" a certain behavior... or idea.

The human body is like a precision instrument. When you see something delicious, you will be greedy, when you see a beauty, you will be attracted, when you are beaten, you will feel pain, and when you are sad, you will cry... Every feeling is one by one corresponds to the feeling conveyed by the senses. The simple and crude "disgust therapy" is like pulling out the thread inserted into the human body, forcibly poking it into another port where the donkey's lips are not right, and you also need to repeatedly use a soldering iron to strengthen it.

But how can a person, flesh and blood, be regarded as a circuit board that can be connected to wire at will?

Even if you "privately build" on the circuit board, it will be short-circuited, let alone the body of the body?

Luo Wenzhou's eyes twitched violently, thinking of Fei Du's changing tattoo stickers. Is that to cover the traces?

He came here every now and then, just to "recharge" himself?

Aren't he afraid of accidentally causing irreversible harm to himself?

He may even kill himself directly, and his body will rot in the dark basement and no one will find it for several months.

Is he a young master who wants to eat, wear and be so delicate that his legs are so delicate that he is not afraid of rotting himself into a pile of rotten meat and being exposed to broad daylight with maggots?

Oh, by the way, Fei Du may not be afraid.

He has no fear of life and death, nor cares about his body, and he has no scruples, because he seems to really care about nothing, and one day he will probably be very calm when he dies here with a loud bang. He doesn't care who he is mingled with or who he sleeps with. He is just a capital "careless", but he would rather tie himself to an electric chair alone and make fun of his life than reveal any truth to anyone.

Luo Wenzhou was surrounded by the shady air in the basement. After the initial shock and the mixed taste, he was burned with boiling anger. He wished he could rush to the second floor and smash Fei Du's door, carry him to the sink, press him into the cold water for education. This bastard ignored other people's warnings several times and pretended to be very sincere and came to the front of others. He was so close that others were about to take him seriously and were about to take him in his heart...

But he turned out to be just a playful play. He retreated back and retreated into his wall without windows and doors, and coldly refused to leave people thousands of miles away. He ruined himself and others' wishes in this way.

Luo Wenzhou turned around and left the basement, rushed to the second floor in three steps and two steps.

Fei Du did not live in the room he lived in when he was a teenager, but occupied the bedroom where his mother committed suicide. There was no sound in the room. He hid inside, not knowing what he was doing.

Luo Wenzhou calmed down and reached out to knock on the door.

Fei Du's eyes moved slightly, and a little vitality suddenly appeared in his glass bead-like eyes, and he quietly turned to the door.

Luo Wenzhou: "Fei Du, open the door and I'll say something to you."

Fei Du stared at the door panel motionlessly, not knowing what he remembered. The corner of his mouth suddenly raised it gently, showing a half-smiling expression, as if he was watching a movie, not knowing what plot he was looking forward to.

Luo Wenzhou paused, and gave him an ultimatum in his voice: "Close me outside, right? Fei Du, I'll give you another half a minute. If the door doesn't open, I will never knock on your door again."

There is a rattan chair in the bedroom, placed by the window, overlooking my own small garden, but now it looks like a large piece of bluestone slab, which is really nothing good to look at.

Fei Du stretched his legs and sat lazily in the rattan chair. The rattan chair, which looked like a bird's nest, swayed gently with his movements. After hearing this, he lowered his eyes and turned out the window.

"Then don't knock it." He thought indifferently, "Let's go."

The second hand of the wall clock did not breathe in a breath. Luo Wenzhou said it would do whatever he said. Sure enough, he waited for him for half a minute. Then there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, knocking on the stairs one after another, gradually moving away, gradually losing hearing.

Fei Du was silent for a moment, turned back and opened the small screen on the bedside of the bedroom, connected to the surveillance camera at the gate, and indeed saw Luo Wenzhou opening the door and leaving the haunted house, getting in the car and leaving.

Fei Du stared at the direction where the broken car was going for a while, his eyes were limited by the camera, and he soon could not see anything. He felt that he was still untouched, just like he witnessed Zhou Huaixin's body, as if he had crossed a small stone while driving, and it was a "knock" again.

However, this time I may have rolled it with a brick, and the side of the car was a bit tilted.

Fei Du thought: "It's a pity that when you go to the city bureau again, you have to look at another cold face."

However, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he won't stay in the city bureau for a long time. The car that has rolled the bricks has good performance. It can still continue to drive forward with a few "bangs" and it won't be a problem.

He closed his eyes silently. Perhaps the hypoglycemia and dehydration caused by blood dizziness and vomiting did not completely relieve it. He still felt very tired. He wanted to send Luo Wenzhou to sit in the basement for a while, but he was so tired that he didn't want to move, so he simply turned from closing his eyes and resting to a shallow sleep.

In the haze, he didn't know whether it was a natural memory or a casual dream, but in short, he was half asleep and half awake, remembering what happened when he was a teenager.

At that time, he didn't want to live with outsiders, so he fired all the nannies and didn't know how to do anything, so he had to go to Taoran's house to have a free meal. That day, he went to the police station as usual to wait for Taoran to get off work. When he passed through a community, he happened to encounter a conflict between the property owners in the community. He was talking nonsense and almost fought and called the police to adjust.

The police were Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran. Fei Du looked at them from afar. Seeing Luo Wenzhou standing between the middle-aged and elderly owner representatives and the property, he seemed to have mistakenly entered the idol drama actor of the parental sitcom crew, which was particularly clumsy and incongruous.

Two young policemen were eager to adjust community conflicts. They pressed the gourd and floated up and were pushed around by people on both sides. Luo Wenzhou endured for five minutes due to his identity. He must have endured it to the limit. He was furious and joined the battle as a third party on the spot. He launched an attack indiscriminately against one and two. Tao Ran was sweating in a liter of cold sweat behind him.

Because the gangsters had excellent combat effectiveness, the two sides who had originally fought had to reconcile briefly and unanimously to the outside world. Luo Wenzhou unexpectedly achieved the effect of "resolving conflicts among the people". Until he was forcibly led by Tao Ran, Luo Wenzhou still turned around from afar and shouted to others: "Go to complain! If you have the ability, don't be afraid to vote for you, you are a grandson, grandpa's police number xxxxx--"

Tao Ran covered his bird beak with a lawsuit. Mr. Luo could not speak, so he had to settle for the second best and reached out to the old lady's army that dared to scratch his middle finger.

After walking far away, Fei Du heard him say proudly: "I only have these three fucks in a month, how can I use them to me - what kind of fucking policeman? I won't serve you anymore!"

Tao Ran: "You can't throw away your work permit!"

After saying this, he saw a pickpocket across the street pulling out the girl's pocket. Luo Wenzhou completely forgot that he had just thrown his work permit into the trash can. He roared like a large trained dog and chased him out like a large trained dog.

Later, the thief caught them, and the girl who threw her wallet invited them a kebab - Feidu free meal. He didn't know why he remembered so clearly, and even the order of serving was in front of him... Maybe it was too unpalatable.

In the afterglow of the sunset, people were bragging with beer bottles in their mouths. The smell of cumin and chili powder wrapped in gutter oil spreads for ten miles. The fireworks everywhere were everywhere. The people sitting around were sweating profusely. Fei Du was too lazy to talk as usual. After drinking a drink, he sat silently on the side and playing games with a game console.

By the way, it is said that the gaming console was bought by Luo Wenzhou, no wonder he took a few glances at it.

Luo Wenzhou handed him a skewer of grilled mushrooms in disgust: "Taoran, skewers are a pastime for adults. What do you always bring him out for? Feel, always eat mushrooms? You have a lot of things to do, and it's not sociable."

Not sociable.

Fei Du smiled, and he didn't want to be sociable either.

After saying goodbye to the owner, Comrade Luo Wenzhou, the most unreliable people's policeman in history, ran back to his original place again, stared at the garbage can that swallowed his work permit for a moment, and with a black face that Fei Du could entertain for a year, he had been exhausted for three minutes and took out a wire from his pocket to pry the lock on the garbage can...

The "click" sound of picking the lock seemed to sound in his ears, and Fei Du woke up slightly. At this time, a gust of wind suddenly passed by his neck. He was stunned and looked back in disbelief. He was shocked to find that Luo Wenzhou, who had already driven away, was actually returning, holding a slender iron wire in his hand.

Fei Du: "…"

This guy is really skilled in sliding doors and locks.

Luo Wenzhou stuffed the wire into his pocket: "I said I won't knock on the door again, get out."

Seeing Fei Du standing there silently, Luo Wenzhou broke in without saying a word and picked him up: "Look at what time it is?"

Fei Du subconsciously answered: "…thirty at six."

Luo Wenzhou choked by the answer, raised his hand and slapped Fei Du on the back of the neck: "If you nonsense, I can't read the watch myself? At what time, you are still sitting there to meditate and not eating?"

Fei Du sat for too long, his legs were a little numb, and he was dragged by him all the way. He was even more shocked to see the extra dishes on the restaurant table and the noodles that looked very complicated at first glance.

The noodles in the small pot are still steaming, and the kitchen, which has been decorated for thousands of years, has started work. The deserted first floor is filled with the smell of strange food, and the atmosphere of the entire haunted house becomes unfamiliar.

"There are too few varieties of broken supermarkets here. You have to run ten kilometers to buy vegetables. What are the benefits of living in this ghost place besides being able to show off your wealth?" Luo Wenzhou took a bowl and asked him, "Have you eaten the water surface?"

Before Fei Du could get one head in place, Luo Wenzhou made an argument for him: "Just finished vomiting, I just ate it, so you can just eat some hot food."

Fei Du: "…"

Then what else do you ask?

He thought he had no appetite - every time he was tortured by blood loss and other things, he would go to the hospital for injection and support, but he took the bowl from Luo Wenzhou and accidentally finished it. The noodles were cooked in a moderately hard and chewy manner, but it was not difficult to digest. It was still warm when swallowed, and the cold stone in his stomach quietly melted.

"You...hey, wait, I won't..." Fei Du put down his chopsticks and was about to say something, but Luo Wenzhou took his bowl without saying a word and added another bowl to him.

"After eating, go back to work overtime," Luo Wenzhou said, "this weekend is endless."

Fei Du: "…"

Luo Wenzhou raised his eyelids and looked at him: "What do you have any opinions?"

Fei Du silently took the bowl: "Oh, no."

"According to my experience, there are only two fundamental reasons for the unsatisfaction of □□," Luo Wenzhou waited quietly for him to finish eating, and suddenly said, "One is because he can't eat enough, and the other is because he can't sleep well."

Fei Du was stunned.

"Drinking sugar water and taking sleeping pills doesn't count," Luo Wenzhou looked at him with a point of view. Before Fei Du could come back, he continued, "The remaining 10 or 2 are quite complicated - this is what I wanted to tell you in front of Su Xiaolan's urn last time, but I forgot it later."

Fei Du signaled that he was listening attentively.

"Go and wash the dishes. Don't use the dishwasher for these two broken dishes," said Luo Wenzhou. "I have put the detergent and the dishwasher there. I will clean the oil first and then rinse it with water. Will it be possible?"

Fei Du: "…"

"I won't learn slowly," said Luo Wenzhou. "It is the basic principle that people who cook do not wash dishes."

Fei Du didn't know if he had washed the dishes in his lifetime, so he hesitated for a while and went there. Luo Wenzhou was not worried that he would throw the bowl - anyway, their family had money.

"When a person is burned to ashes, the ingredients are similar to apatite. There is nothing to be respected about. Why should we take it seriously?" Luo Wenzhou held his arms and said behind Fei Du, "Why is there a New Year Festival every year as the end? Why do we have to confess and hold the road before hooking up with others? Why do legal cohabitation have to invite relatives and friends to do a ritual that is useless in addition to having a certificate? Because life and death, time, separation and reunion are all given meaning to them. This thing is invisible and intangible, and I don't know what it is useful, but the difference between you and me and a bunch of chemical components is this 'meaning'."

Feed for a meal.
Chapter completed!