MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 62

This is an empty room specially organized.

No windows, no lights, just a wooden door, a candle and a dressing cabinet with a mirror. The candles were lit on the counter, glowing dimly in the dark.

He has been staring at the mirror for more than an hour, except that his left and right eyes are a little asymmetrical, and he has not found anything else.

This little goblin is really cautious. According to the past, it has appeared long ago, but it has never come. All the created ghosts have the instinct to kill their creators, but this new mirror monster is so calm, I dare not say anything else, the IQ is really high.

"Are you here?" the system asked while hiding in the sea of ​​spirit.

"No."

"Not yet?"

"Fishing, you have to be patient."

"It's the third day, and the host's dark circles have boiled out. Is it coming?"

"I fish for it, and it wants to fish for me, it depends on who can hold back... eh?"

"What's the matter? Here?"

"I felt emotions that I didn't have before, but not in the mirror. There is nothing to reflect in this room except this mirror, it should be outside the room, observe in the dark, look for the most suitable Chance."

I have met so many ghosts, most of them are silly and sweet, and today I have a chance.

Qingchuan remained calm, like the previous two days, staring at the mirror as much as possible, but as soon as the physiological clock arrived, the eyelids started to fight, but the eyelids drooped for a while, and they kept their spirits strong. wide open. He drooped for a while, and forced his eyes to widen.

He leaned back in his chair and yawned.

"I didn't come again today..." His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to get up and leave.

Ah~~~ oh~~~

The emotions I felt suddenly rose up like a large symphony, with a little caution and an unconcealed smugness, one step, two steps, three steps, one step, two steps, three steps, The emotion level is higher than the level one, and the distance level is closer than the level one.

Qing Chuan pretended to yawn, and out of the corner of the eye saw the eyes of 'self' in the mirror flickered with an indescribable slyness.

It laughed.

Qing Chuan also smiled.

Both sides feel that the victory is in their hands, and the opposite is a scumbag who can be killed in minutes.

Qing Chuan has already called out the 'people in the closet', and will slap the backhand on the mirror. This kind of war between two-dimensional and two-dimensional, he will not be involved in this three-dimensional.

Qing Chuan looked at the mirror, and Qing Chuan in the mirror also looked at him. Suddenly, the 'Qingchuan' inside was stuck, like a TV with poor signal, the screen flickered, and the image was distorted. I want to take a picture of the signal receiver of the TV.

This... This haunted will also encounter a bad signal?

See you soon.

With such a delay, the 'person in the closet' was not sent out.

He saw 'self' in the mirror, his face was blue, his eyes were suddenly round, and his eyes were very familiar. A little nauseating, very expressive.

'Grump-'

'It' glanced at Qingchuan, lowered his head and spit out a bunch of unknown objects mosaic, looked at Qingchuan again, spit again, looked again, spit again.

My face turned black and blue when I vomited, and I still looked at Qingchuan very persistently, with both hands tightly clinging to the edge of the counter in the mirror, as if to release ten months of morning sickness poor pregnant woman. However, those scarlet eyes were still so strong that they stared at Qing Chuan in front of the mirror.

Stubbornness from bronze.

Qingchuan:…

System:…

The person in the closet:…

Really persistent.

No, do I look very emetic?

Qingchuan felt greatly humiliated. Is this another form of mental attack?

"Although I don't know what's going on, I will kill you while you are sick." Qing Chuan pressed the 'person in the closet' against the mirror. It was originally flat, and when it was pasted on the mirror, it was like a printed map. It was completely pasted into the mirror and appeared in the world inside the mirror.

Qingchuan opened the corners of his mouth slightly, and was about to show his most charming smile like a spring breeze, when the smile suddenly froze - the 'person in the cabinet' in the mirror, a face of Qingchuan appeared .

There are three faces of Qingchuan at the scene, one is on Qingchuan's face, this is true. One appeared in the mirror, it was a pirated copy, and now it is very miserable to rain on pear blossoms. There is also a person in the cabinet, with a flat body and a round head with a 3D effect, the picture is bizarre and indescribable.

Mirror Demon said that she was greatly frightened and vomited to hiccups.

"Beat it."

Qing Chuan said with a black face.

After the beating, the mirror demon was crying so hard inside that everyone knew what was going on.

The Mirror Demon vomited, not because Qingchuan was unsightly, nor was it because of pregnancy (Mirror Demon:…), it was just that, it was too much.

Qingchuan's hundreds of years of memory, 'bang' all stuffed into its body, indigestion.

The same is true of this little monster, the irresponsible father (Qingchuan:???) did not play a very good guiding role, just born hungry, so hungry, howling, this is not a good look When it's time to eat, just stuff it into your stomach regardless.

The mirror demon will copy and absorb all the memories of the person in front of the mirror in one second. This is a setting problem, it belongs to biological instinct and cannot be controlled. This has to be replaced by someone else, but it doesn't really matter. Hundreds of years of memory are trivial.

But Qingchuan is a special case.

Except for the first seven years and the years after, he was basically surrounded by various emotions, from people and from old objects. Let's use an analogy like a person with normal ears sitting in the middle of the house:

The front sings 'My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment', high and full of emotions.

The front right is a gentle lullaby, 'Sleep, sleep, my dear baby' as soft as the night wind.

On the right is the suona, 'a hundred birds facing the phoenix', chirp, chirp, three-dimensional surround sound of a hundred kinds of birds.

The rhythm of the right rear is brisk and full of innocence 'Little swallows, wearing floral clothes, come here every spring'.

Beethoven's fate behind it, bang bang bang bang-depressed and full of accusations.

The back left is the beloved of the aunts in the streets and alleys, 'The vast horizon is my love', stay!

The opera colorado on the left, ah ah ah ah~~

Finally, let's say 'Uneasy'.

It's not an hour, it's not a day, it's day after day, year after year.

Qingchuan is used to it for a long time, he has completely done it, and he is the wind.

But the mirror demon is not there yet. Although it is old, it was born less than a month ago, and it is still a baby.

Good guy, hundreds of years of emotions are loaded in, without a little bit of defense, just like an elephant's food for a year is compressed in a hummingbird's stomach, this is the iron stomach. Doesn't this give the mirror demon a psychological shadow?

It can't see Qingchuan's face at all now, just like the 'people in the closet' can't see the thin line, it will reflex to vomit when it sees it.

"Sinners..." The tragedy of the mirror demon cured the system's mirror phobia, not only is it not afraid, how can it be a little sympathetic?

Qingchuan:…

Blame me.

Da Shao Wei is waiting for his new girlfriend outside a high-end luxury building.

The small mirror of the motorcycle showed his handsome face, Dashao Wei held the helmet in one hand, and brushed the black hair with the other hand like a movie close-up. He heard the girls on the four sides. A faint inhalation sounded, and the corners of his lips curled up proudly.

He drove a windy motorcycle all the way to this place - in fact, he couldn't ride a motorcycle three days ago, but for the sake of a man's face, he still exchanged a hundred points for it Ride a motorcycle to show off your skills. It is impossible to learn on your own. As soon as Harley rings, parents will raise them for nothing. The risk is too high. A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall.

He didn't want to spend this point at first, that group of hooligans riding broken motorcycles will drive up to his nose, and the new wife is still looking at him, can it be done at this time?

Certainly not.

However, the system is a little dissatisfied, it wants him to focus more on his career. Young Master Wei is really slack now.

This little dissatisfaction will not affect their feelings, after all, they have cooperated in three worlds. Young Master Wei is a qualified host most of the time, and a little life adjustment will not affect the mission, so the system will turn a blind eye.

. No matter how much she likes, once she becomes a stone on the road, she will not hesitate to kill her sister and sacrifice to heaven.

The urban **** system feels that it can tolerate this little fault, as long as it does not prevent it from collecting beliefs.

However, in recent days, it has always had a bad premonition.

It will put its spirit out, carefully checked many times, but can't find anything.

The system trusts its own intuition very much, and it relies on it to avoid many murders. So it uses a prop, a prop that can scan and track the same kind of system, regardless of the level to check the opponent's approximate location, but it can only be used in three worlds. Used it twice before, only the last time.

Sure enough, it swiped.

The group of doves who raised their hosts as children.

Once at the port terminal, once in the commercial area, it is not always available. This is not good news, it can only show one thing, its host already has a spiritual sea. This must be a very seasoned old tasker, rich in experience and difficult to deal with.

The system suspects that the other party is going to take advantage of Dashao Wei's lustful shortcomings to approach him. Recently, they have had several arguments because of Dashao Wei picking up girls. Young Master Wei's first three worlds were too smooth, he didn't know how powerful it was.

The system has made up its mind that once Wei Da has little signs of being controlled, he will have to escape even if he is half-dead.

"You made me wait so long." Young Master Wei was very unhappy, he was willing to give the new favorite some face, but the other party couldn't put his nose on his face.

He looked at his face in the mirror, what a beautiful face, no layers of greasy fat, no large obvious pores, no pitted acne scars. When such a face grows on oneself, it is especially likable.

The handsome face in the mirror seemed to smile wickedly.

Bad smiles are so handsome, Young Master Wei thought.

"Not good!" City God System called out.

But it's too late, both the host and the system are firmly under control.

A dust-like chip was hooked out of Mr. Wei’s scalp, crossed the sidewalk, and landed straight on the hand of a young man in the cake shop opposite. rise.

The young man came out with a cake packing box, his smile was as sweet and soft as a cake. Passers-by just came over and laughed like a person. They must be thinking of their beloved girlfriend. When young people fall in love, it is full of love.

"Host, what should I do with this person?"

Qingchuan took a box of pastries and packed a large box of milk tea, and went to the crew to visit the class.

Having tasted the sweetness of the high profits of film and television dramas, the club bosses have no intention of taking care of their own territory. Just finished a film, and the second film will be approved immediately, and all the people behind the scenes The class is full of people, and the two leading actors are also former.

However, except for a few repetitions, most of the supporting roles have changed. Among them was the beautiful young man recommended by Qingchuan.

Qingchuan's previous copyright fee could be more than 30,000 yuan according to the share, and now all of it is invested in the new movie, plus the copyright fee, it is barely a second investor. For someone else, Boss Ren is not so easy to talk about, and the appearance of the club has always been ugly. Didn't Boss Ren still have the idea of ​​​​selling without money at the beginning?

But after a movie was made, he had already seen that Qingchuan was a wolf in sheep's clothing. It's hard to say whether it can be done or not, but it's certainly not difficult if you want to ruin your own affairs.

Besides, he still remembered the figure of Qingchuan wielding a whip that day, and it would definitely hurt when the whip came down.

Boss Ren is already considering setting up a new film company.

Money, two more films will be available. He also has people, and he can dig them up without them. But in doing business today, the first thing is the support of the two "heads".

The chief inspector looked like he was going to die. The camel that died of starvation was bigger than a horse, so he had to take care of it. As for the club, if he wants to switch to a legitimate business, he can't fight and kill like he did before, and he wants to be peaceful and make money.

It’s hard to say how the boss’s personal and public morals are, but his opponents are really good.

Many elder brothers regard younger brother as cheap consumables, but Ren Shaocheng regards it as his responsibility. If they are willing to follow him, he must lead well. He didn't have many people under him, and they were all loyal. The boss said what he said, and suddenly said that we should change our careers and start a film company, and no one objected.

The younger brothers trust him so much, and Ren Shaocheng is also under great pressure.

He especially wanted to bring Qingchuan into his own camp, such a white-faced and dark-hearted scholar, especially suitable as a representative of external communication, and also brought so many movie copyrights. To use an inappropriate description, this is a beautiful girl with a generous dowry, who doesn't want to marry?

Horror themes are niche, not in movies. Most people watch midnight shows, especially those young people who deliberately bring their girlfriends here. They like to show their boyfriends at midnight shows force.

Unfortunately, Qingchuan refused. He has his own plan. However, he promised that all copyrights would take precedence over the boss company.

As the boss, I found a director, no black-hearted scholar, even a wealthy son-in-law.

No matter what happened to them, he was worried about his future venture capital. So I still maintain the frequency of visiting classes two or three times a week, and sometimes stay for a day to see the filming situation of the crew.

We have cooperated twice, Qingchuan and the staff should be very harmonious.

Well... Probably the scene where he made troubles and gang up on 'Jingguan' was too exciting and impressive. Those who liked him liked him very much, and those who were afraid of him were also very afraid.

On the contrary, the newcomers only know that he is the original author or the second investor. He was not empty-handed when he came, so he is still welcome, especially the one who Qingchuan introduced into the crew.

The snake stick is prepared for him.

"Brother Gu! Brother Gu, are you here? How can you take so many things by yourself?"

Qiao Wan was very attentive, and wanted to take over the huge incubator and snack box in Qingchuan's hands. He saw Qingchuan holding it easily, thinking that it was not a heavy thing, and he was almost unprepared. He threw himself down, "Ouch, what is this thing so heavy? Brother Gu worked hard to carry it all the way."

Qingchuan took action and caught the incubator that almost fell. "It's full of milk tea. If you fall, I'll bring it here in vain."

He took the things to the director's place and waited for the scene to pass before calling for people to take the things and divide them.

I have been to Qingchuan many times, and I know how many people there are, but they have not fallen behind. They are all disposable cups covered with airtight lids. Milk tea is made with chopped black tea plus fresh milk and thick syrup. It is famous in that area and the price is not cheap.

But pastries are the exclusive delicacy of high-level people. The director drinks milk tea at the right temperature, eats hot biscuits and small cakes, and touches his stomach from time to time. Come here with something, I eat like this and my stomach is full."

"How fresh, I've never seen you so thin before. Mrs.-in-law's craftsmanship made you fat, blame me? Besides, which director doesn't have a small belly?"

"Hey, it's no wonder my family Hong likes you, and she is so fond of women. If she is half as skilled as yours, I will definitely go home to eat every day. You can make money and cook everything. Okay, let us live? She wanted to introduce someone to you last time."

"Don't. Thank you so much. I'm still young and a baby."

The director laughed, he thought of how Qingchuan mocked Wei Dashao for being a baby, but he didn't expect to be very cruel to himself.

The director and Qingchuan are familiar with each other, and they are already friends.

"Is the crew okay these days?"

"All right. Oh yes, one thing."

"What?"

"There is a new crew next door. You know the martial arts story "Sword Like Rainbow" by Dashao Wei, right? Now it's filming in the costume area next door."

"He shoots his, I shoot mine, the well water does not make the river water."

"Then Wei is small and small-minded, he is deliberately trying to trouble you, otherwise he does not write well, and he should add reasoning and martial arts to write? No, is this book about him? It’s hard to say what is written, and it is not allowed to spend money to find someone to write it.”

"Don't worry about him, the Wei family is in a daze, and there are no eggs under the nest."

Qingchuan thought of that young master Wei, who had been deprived of all his props and halos, and was still in the hands of the mirror demon, he was very curious, how are people now, are they still alive?