I’m Flirting with a Man in the Supernatural World

A few days later, Chu Huai suddenly fell into a boundless dream.

Chu Huai has had many dreams, but most of the time he is not aware that he is dreaming, he is just a participant in the dream, deeply immersed in it, and has no idea what will happen next.

But this time, he was a bystander in the dream.

There was a glass cover in front of Chu Huai's eyes. The outside of the glass cover was pitch black, and the inside of the glass cover was not beautiful either. It was filled with yellowish red viscous liquid.

Chu Huai was inexplicably calm, and he tentatively walked forward. The melting heat came from the surface of the glass cover, and a burst of inexplicable familiarity and warmth came to Chu Huai's heart. He frantically wanted to hug this dirty-looking cover.

It was a trembling from the soul, a sense of belonging deep in the universe.

The fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and two fetuses connected by placenta emerged in the glass cover.

Chu Huai was startled, and then realized that the glass cover was a uterus.

Chu Huai observed carefully and found that the fetus on the left was obviously larger than the one on the right. Just as he was wondering, the blood in the placenta began to flow, and he could clearly see the direction of the blood flow.

Blood flows from the right fetus to the left fetus.

Chu Huai didn't know what this meant because of lack of relevant knowledge, but he could vaguely guess the result.

He tried smashing the wall and found it unbreakable, so he just watched, to no avail.

Visible to the naked eye, the blood flow is getting faster and faster, the fetus on the left is getting bigger and bigger, while the one on the right is shrunken at first, and then...it gradually loses its shape.

Everything in front of him was like an experimental model, and the whole process of change was quickly displayed in front of Chu Huai.

Chu Huai pursed his lips, sober and calm. Blood flow to the placenta is abnormal. Even if he didn't know anything about it, he might as well guess that the two children should be equal in normal blood flow, but the right one is transfused to the left. Isn't this...the left child is sucking blood from the right?

In other words, the child on the right becomes the nourishment for the child on the left.

Suddenly there was the sound of rustling footsteps above his head, and Chu Huai was startled. His hearing was originally blocked, but now it seems to have recovered.

A strange man's voice came: "I'm sorry, one of the children has no fetal heart."

Chu Huai listened quietly.

"The... the dead one, he, he is so big, do you want to find a way to get it out? Yes, but there is still a child who is still alive..."

When Chu Huai heard the woman's voice, he stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning, trembling.

It was his mother's voice.

He hadn't seen his mother in more than ten years, and perhaps that was why he was so sensitive to her voice.

"Doctor, can the other child survive?" The woman's voice was humble and helpless, full of self-blame.

"You don't need to take it out. The lost child will become nutrition and be gradually absorbed by the other one. Don't put too much pressure on it. The other child is healthy."

The woman sobbed and thanked the doctor repeatedly.

The doctor sighed, and continued to comfort: "You have to keep your mood at ease. You have tried your best for this kind of disease. If you really can't get over this hurdle in your heart, just think about it. A child who died in the stomach is not a human being, so you should treat it as a human being." It’s much better to think that I’m only pregnant with one.”

"I'm only pregnant with one...I'm only pregnant with one..." the woman murmured, her voice getting weaker and farther away.

Chu Huai's hearing was blocked again.

Chu Huai's heart was turbulent, he recovered from his dazed state, and swallowed with difficulty.

The last sentence his mother said overlapped with what his mother said in the twin copy...

At that time, Xiaohuai's mother in the twins was holding the newborn baby, deceiving herself with tears in her eyes: "I'm only pregnant with one..."

So, those were all hints at the time?

It turned out that he really had a twin brother, and his guess was correct. The special condition for a twin copy to be triggered was to have a twin brother or sister.

But...why did the people around him never mention such a thing to him?

In the womb, the child on the right was so small that it was almost invisible. Chu Huai watched helplessly as his flesh and blood melted and became nourishment and waste.

I am the kid on the left. Chu Huai was already sure.

After a few breaths, the uterus burst into a light, and the dirty liquid overflowed surgingly. Chu Huai quietly looked at the newborn self.

He is very healthy, chubby, bigger than the average child, with delicate and charming eyes.

The child suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him in the dazzling white light, innocently.

Then Chu Huai heard the nurse's exclamation and the praise and boast of the people around him.

The eyes became brighter and brighter, and just when Chu Huai thought everything was going to disappear, the surroundings darkened again.

The glass cover was opened to Chu Huai at this time, about two meters high. Chu Huai hesitated, feeling the inexplicable guidance in his heart, and walked in.

A baby's face is attached to the inner wall of capillaries.

When that face saw Chu Huai, it gave him a malicious smile. Like a virus, it settled into the deeper layers of the cortex and disappeared before Chu Huai's eyes.

Above the head, the voice of Chu Huai's father came, weeping with joy, almost crazy: "It's finally over, everything is over! We made it through!"

Chu Huai smiled and suddenly realized.

It turned out that everything was just the beginning.

Chu Huai walked out of the womb, meditating in the dark.

The identity of the ghost parasitic on him has come out, it is his twin brother. I have indeed seen his true face.

Chu Huai's mother was probably suffering from some kind of disease, which led to abnormal blood transfusion during pregnancy. The other child became the blood donor, and gradually died away, while she became the donor and became healthier.

The child who died young became a ghost because of resentment and unwillingness. He was parasitic on his mother at the beginning, so Chu Huai lived happily and peacefully before the age of seven.

Chu Huai recalled that when she was a child, her mother was always gloomy and kept strangers away, but whenever he walked in front of her, she would always forcefully hug him with a smile. weird.

Chu Huai never knew what it was, but now he understood that it was disgust, an almost instinctive disgust towards him after being influenced by that little ghost.

No wonder no one told him that he had a brother, they must have been affected by ghosts.

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Later, seeing that the time was ripe, the ghost parasitized onto Chu Huai's body and took revenge by sucking nutrients from his body, making him drown in the crushing pain day and night.

After thinking about this, Chu Huai suddenly smiled, and walked back with one hand in his pocket, away from the womb.

He is very relaxed.

He is not guilty.

What Chu Huai is most afraid of is that he once committed an unforgivable crime and then forgets it, which will make him feel guilty for the rest of his life. But that child's death was not his sin, it was just cause and effect, and he paid the price for it. Fifteen or sixteen years of torture and isolation, people are not like humans and ghosts, isn't it enough?

Chu Huai understood his reluctance, but if he was asked to choose again, he would not give up his chance of life to others.

Survival is instinct.

In the subsequent fair competition, the ghost lost.

If he can win once, he can win the second time.

The past behind him is dark and damp, exuding a sour stench, and the future in front of him is warm and bright.

Chu Huai never indulged in the past, he did not forgive himself easily, but he did not allow himself to sink and wear away in guilt.

Because he still has the ability to do something.

When Chu Huai heard Jin Tianyi calling him, he smiled and walked out, his back was thin and cold, and his back was straight.

…

Chu Huai woke up, and found himself pushed back on the bed by Jin Tianyi, instantly bursting with shame: "Fuck! Are you sick? Come down!"

Jin Tianyi laughed, turned him over again as if he was playing, kissed him before he started scolding, and said seriously: "Just now I was sleeping well with my arms around you, and suddenly I felt a scorching heat..."

Chu Huai was stunned for a while, thinking of something, his face blushed immediately: "I didn't, you are slandering!"

"Well," Jin Tianyi didn't refute, "I just thought so, and then I found out that your back is hot."

Chu Huai: "..."

"Back?" Chu Huai was stunned, and then realized something, and was about to touch it, with a little panic in his eyes.

"There is only one tail left," Jin Tianyi told him with a smile, "It should be after you get rid of that ghost, the arbitration is over."

Chu Huai made a hoarse voice, a little at a loss. There's one more copy, and he's leaving...?

Jin Tianyi...

Just as Chu Huai was about to say something, a familiar stabbing pain came from his mind:

"Tasker Chu Huai's arbitration is over, entering the final chapter, the copy is released—"

Ultimate copy: City of Memory.

Copy introduction: torememberortoforget, thatisaquestion. (To remember or to forget, this is a question.)

Instance start time: in one minute.

…

One minute? ? ?

Chu Huai's eyes widened: "Is this rushing to reincarnate?" And there is so little relevant information.

At the same time that Chu Huai received the blood letter, Jin Tianyi also received it as a guardian. His expression froze and his brows frowned.

So fast?

Chu Huai rubbed his hair violently: "What can you do in a minute?"

Jin Tianyi's heart was serious, but he didn't want to infect Chu Huai, so he leaned closer, with a low and sweet voice: "You can have a farewell kiss, see you later."

…

"Hey, wake up."

Consciousness was drowsy, and after struggling for a while, Chu Huai finally woke up, staring straight at a pair of copper eyes, startled.

A middle-aged man stood in front of him. The man has a fierce face, a strong build, messy hair, and a neglected beard, which makes him look a little sloppy. His eyes were obviously black and blue, and his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot eyes.

This person must have something on his mind that caused him to not be able to sleep well, Chu Huai thought.

He got up and looked around, but he didn't see Jin Tianyi, he was a little disappointed, but he felt that he was expecting it.

The room was fairly clean, a bit like a dormitory, with two beds facing each other, separated by an aisle, the space was cramped and cramped, the equipment was simple, there was no air conditioner, and the overhead fan creaked.

Words of blood appear in due course—

[The taskers have all entered the City of Memory, and they can leave after staying for a hundred days. Of course, they can also choose to stay here forever. 】

【Forgetting happily or remembering painfully, the choice is in your hands. 】

[Finally, I wish every resident a smooth return to reality. 】

Chu Huai frowned slightly as he digested the blood characters. Knowing that it is in the dungeon, how could any resident choose to stay here forever?

Wei Hu has been looking at Chu Huai all the time, seeing his calm expression and extraordinary appearance, he nodded secretly, thinking that his roommate is pretty reliable, and he can cooperate with him when necessary. This is his last copy.

Wei Hu took the initiative to talk to him: "I came in more than ten minutes earlier than you. I just went out and walked around. There are exactly the same dormitories around me. There are two people in each dormitory. You and I were assigned together. We can be regarded as roommates. Others I don’t know for now, the neighborhood is too big, the buildings are basically similar, and I haven’t thought of a way to find other people. But the dungeon lasts for 100 days, and it’s relatively safe a few days ago, so it’s not a big deal if you don’t merge.”

Chu Huai nodded.

Chu Huai was about to go out to investigate, when the speakers in the dormitory suddenly blared.

[Residents of the C3 dormitory building, please note that the tax collection will start in fifteen minutes. Please do not leave the dormitory building without authorization, and you will be responsible for the consequences. 】

Wei Hu was stunned: "Tax collection? Where did I get the money?"

He frantically rummaged through his pockets, but couldn't find any coins.

Chu Huai went back to the house to look for it, frowned and said, "My phone is gone too."

No mobile phone, no money.

Wei Hu's face was serious: "Then what should I do? What will happen if I can't pay the tax?"

Chu Huai supported his chest with one hand, thought for a moment, and said for a moment: "Maybe the payment...isn't money?"

"It's not money, what is it..."

"I'll find out after a while," Chu Huai walked out, "The radio said that you are not allowed to leave the dormitory building, and didn't say that you are not allowed to visit. I'll see if I can find someone to ask about the situation."

Chu Huai went out after explaining, and looked up at the door number, 428.

Chu Huai walked around on the fourth floor. The upper part of the dormitory door is transparent, and each dormitory uses a cover to cover the exposed part of the upper part. Chu Huai can't see clearly what's going on inside.

He stood at the door of a dormitory thinking, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the cover had been pulled away, and a cloudy eye was staring at him through the dirty glass, with probing and unkindness.

Chu Huai was surprised at first, and then rejoiced. If there is someone, he should be able to get some useful information.

Chu Huai lowered his posture and knocked on the door. The man hesitated for a while, and finally opened the door for Chu Huai. The room was filled with the smell of instant noodles and the strong smell of urine.

"Come in." It was an old man with a stooped figure, he said coldly.

Chu Huai nodded, and was about to go in when he heard a man's panting sound from inside, and Chu Huai stopped in his footsteps.

There was a loud gasp, and finally turned into a roar. Chu Huai looked embarrassed: "Why don't we talk outside? It doesn't seem convenient inside."

"It's okay, come in."

That person insisted stubbornly, and Chu Huai couldn't refuse.

It was only after entering the house that Chu Huai realized that the yelling was a young fat man falling asleep, not what he had imagined.

Chu Huai breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out he was having a dream."

"Chunmeng?" The old man sneered as if hearing some joke, spit **** sputum into the spittoon by his feet, and then lit a cigarette, "You just came, you'll know after staying for a while."

"This kind of **** can only find its sense of existence and realize its dream under such circumstances."

The old man spoke loudly, and Chu Huai hesitated, "Aren't we going to wake him up like this?"

The old man smiled at him strangely, shook his head mechanically, and walked towards the bed of the man who was still screaming.

What he did next stunned Chu Huai.

The old man twisted the cigarette butt, and pressed it on the hand of the man on the bed, and a burnt **** scar mixed with soot suddenly appeared, but the man didn't seem to feel any pain, and he still yelled happily.

The old man continued to smoke, his throat was like a bellows leaking air: "Look, how far falsehood can deceive a person, he can't even feel the real pain."

He stared at Chu Huai closely, looking up and down, like a businessman inspecting a product. He seemed to think of something, but was suddenly irritated, and said impatiently, "Do you have anything to ask? Get out after you ask."

Chu Huai didn't care about his moodiness, and stood there calmly like a picture scroll.

"Are you a resident?" Chu Huai asked calmly.

The old man froze and remained silent. Chu Huai watched the cigarette getting shorter and shorter, and then burned the old man's fingers, but he didn't realize it.

Finally, the old man threw away the cigarette **** as if to cover up, and said casually, "Yes."

Chu Huai asked: "The batch from 100 days ago?"

The old man seemed to be amused: "100 days?"

Chu Huai didn't understand what he meant, and hesitated, "Could it be last year?"

The old man avoided answering and asked instead, "How old do you think I am this year?"

"60?"

"How old are you this year?" the old man asked, and answered by himself, "It will never exceed 30."

"Listen," the old man looked at Chu Huai mockingly, and smiled mischievously, "I came here at your age."

Chu Huai's expression froze instantly.

Thirty years...?

The old man lifted his baggy trousers, walked to the head of the bed, found a photo frame and threw it to Chu Huai: "This was taken when I came here."

Chu Huai glanced at the man in the photo frame with handsome features and high spirits, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, outstanding and unforgettable.

It was really difficult for Chu Huai to connect the noble man on the photo frame with the ugly, eccentric and grumpy old man in front of him.

"Why?" The old man smiled, "I don't believe that I was as young and unrestrained as you?"

Chu Huai was full of questions and was about to ask, but the radio in the old man's room rang—

[Please return to the dormitory immediately, Chu Huai, the 2-bed dormitory in 428, has a time limit of three minutes. 】

The old man smiled and pointed to the radio: "I'm calling you, hurry up."

Chu Huai shook his head: "I won't leave. Although the broadcast said that you will be at your own risk, it is definitely not as serious as death. I want to know, please tell me."

The old man stared at those shining eyes with a dazed expression, thinking of his past self, who was equally smart, vigilant, confident and calm, but he still hadn't walked out of the city of memory.

how sad.

"Why do you need to be beaten?" The old man began to cough violently, coughing up a lot of **** phlegm.

Chu Huai stepped forward with concern, but the old man just shook his head in a gesture of rejection.

"I have nothing to say, I can't help you, it's up to you whether you can go out or not, it's your own choice," the old man looked a little lonely, "The residents I have met over the years, not to mention thousands, hundreds There are still some, all of them stayed, and I also warned them, but it was really useless."

"You remember the value of 50 percent, and I didn't realize it until many years later."

"What do you mean?" Chu Huai felt uneasy.

The old man shook his head: "You are so smart, you will know when the time comes."

Chu Huai heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor next to the dormitory, and then the old man showed a look of relief.

"It's that old **** from 435 again!"

"Why is it so difficult to ask him to pay taxes!"

"But he doesn't seem to have much tax left to pay! His previous memories have all been paid, and I heard that there is only a little memory of being in a 'horror world' before?"

"I'm also curious. Why does he have to remember? How good it is to forget, how stubborn!"

"Did you go to him last time to show you photos of him when he was young? Heck, who would believe it!"

…

The old man sneered, and said something that scared Chu Huai: "Those who will come up immediately were once residents, above the fifth rank."

He climbed up to the balcony of the aisle little by little, Chu Huai realized what he was going to do, and rushed to pull him, but the old man shook off his hand: "If you lose the last bit of memory, I will be no different from them. They are Come to force me to pay the last point, I don't want to, so, it's time to end."

"You are the last one I helped. I hope you remember me, of course it's better not to remember, because I'm too bad, you can do better, but I subconsciously feel that no one can do better than me, and I I don’t want anyone doing better than me to prove my failure.”

Chu Huai was stunned, and the old man jumped down, like a butterfly finally found freedom, as light as a feather.

…

Chu Huai was escorted back to 428. Wei Hu looked at him anxiously.

A strong man in the **** said: "I really don't know the rules! Running around! If you don't behave well, you will end up with that old man!"

Just when Wei Hu was afraid that Chu Huai would be too stubborn to offend people, Chu Huai suddenly smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, it's the first time I'm here, so I don't understand it, and I won't know the rules later."

"You know the current affairs." A woman snorted coldly, and seeing Chu Huai smile at her gently and kindly, the smile was harmless to humans and animals, and her anger gradually dissipated, and she even began to blush. She turned her head and said, "How about this time?" Come on, let them hand in everything that should be handed in, and this matter will be over."

Chu Huai was obedient: "Thank you, good sister."

The other partners have no opinion.

Chu Huai: "I just don't know how to hand over this, what to hand over..."

Man: "Do you know the name of the place where you are?"

Chu Huai: "The City of Memory."

The man was impatient: "So of course it's a memory transfer."

After negotiating with the old man, Chu Huai already had an answer in his heart. Now that the man really said it, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It turns out that memory can really be paid as a tax.

Wei Hu was terrified, and smiled charmingly: "Brother, I want to know how to pay, how much to pay, and what to pay..."

The men didn't bother to talk to each other, and immediately started taking off their thick coats. It's cold now, and they wore quite a lot.

The man opened his skirt, revealing the big bulging pockets sewn inside the clothes.

Chu Huai didn't know why, but in a blink of an eye, he seemed to see the big bag move.

Chu Huai rubbed his eyes, and in the next second, a small head the size of a palm jumped out.

It was good that Chu Huai was mentally prepared, but Wei Hu was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.

That head is horrible. The size is about the same as a doll, but it has no hair, its eyes are like flies, black, bright and big, it is very scary, its nose is very small, Chu Huai can only see two black spots, and the mouth of that thing is the most disgusting The place.

The organs in the mouth may be called... the mouthparts, long and thin, shiny black, like the arms of a praying mantis or the legs of a fly, Chu Huai has no doubts about the hardness of those things.

The mouthparts were slightly red, as if it had been soaked in too much blood and was directly stained.

Chu Huai and Wei Hu looked at each other, guessing that this should be some kind of kid who can extract people's memories.

But when he thought of the extraction method of this kind of thing, he shuddered.

Chu Huai recalled what the old man said before, endured nausea and pointed at the man's clothes, and suddenly said: "I seem to see a bug, I'll help you get it off, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to get into the clothes."

He was talking about the past on his own, and before they could react, he rummaged through the man, his eyes fell on the diary on the man's shoulder, and he froze slightly.

After he got the answer, he put down the man's clothes, and the man's face was full of anger: "Where's the bug?"

Chu Huai apologized embarrassingly: "I'm too nervous, I read it wrong! I'm so sorry!"

"I don't have time to mess with you, you'd better be honest!" The man was furious, "Hurry up and hand in your memory, which one of you will come first? It's agreed, you have to pay 5%."

5%?

Chu Huai's breathing was stagnant. At this moment, he finally understood what the old man meant by 50% before he died.

Does it mean that once you lose more than 50% of your memory, you can no longer leave this copy?

Chu Huai's pensive expression fell into the woman's eyes, and turned into fear and weakness.

She explained in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt, and you can decide what to pay..."

She went over, with a bewitching voice: "Your name is Chu Huai, right? We have your information, which says that your childhood experience was very miserable. It can even be said that your life before the age of twenty was gloomy, and the proportion of those memories Extremely high."

Chu Huai seemed to be touched, raised his eyes slightly, and there was timidity in his bright eyes: "So, sister, what do you want to say?"

The woman stared at those deer eyes, and couldn't bear it even more: "Isn't it good to forget those? If you are happy, we will complete the task."

Chu Huai: "Sister, I want to ask a few questions."

Woman: "You say."

Chu Huai: "How often do we pay taxes?"

The man answered for her impatiently: "Ten days."

Wei Hu, who was behind him, had been in disbelief ever since he heard the woman say "you can forget the dark memories". Only then did he finally come back to his senses, his eyes widened and his breathing became short of breath.

Hand in once every ten days, and after 100 days, they will lose 50% of their memory.

Losing fifty percent of their memories, what would happen to them...?

Chu Huai thought differently from him.

He was a little puzzled, since the condition for keeping them is to sell more than 50% of their memory and pay taxes once every ten days, then they will lose 50% of their memory at most, and when the time is over, they can still leave safely, so he told the old man of the contradiction.

He remembered that the old man said that without exception, nearly a thousand residents he met stayed.

So there must be other ways to sell memory.

Chu Huai is still a little puzzled, if he betrays his memory in the dungeon and leaves and returns to reality, will the memory recover...?

The thought frightened him a little.

Where is Jin Tianyi? Is he facing the same situation as himself?

Chu Huai now needs time to explore and dig out the truth, so he is not willing to fight hard with this group of people. He smiled kindly at the woman: "I will."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good if you can think about it, and you won't suffer any disadvantages. How do you say that? Some people spend their whole lives trying to make up for their miserable childhood. Now you have fewer memories of despair in the past, which is also a good thing." One thing, life will be easier in the future..."

Chu Huai interrupted her with miraculous and innocent eyes: "I didn't say I would hand over that part of the memory."

The woman was stunned: "Why?!"

"No reason," Chu Huai said lightly, a bit like a wayward child, "I'll hand in the trivial memories of daily life."

Those lost can be learned again, but past personal experiences are unique and cannot be copied.

The Chu Huai of the past has made the Chu Huai of today. If he abandons the past, it is equivalent to abandoning the present and the future.

Perhaps the past is indeed unbearable, full of insults, trampling, and severe pain in body and soul, but as long as he doesn't open the wound again and again and look at himself in pity, those pasts will only make him cherish the present more.

Forgetting is no cure, and neither is constant remembrance.

Chu Huai didn't want to become a duckweed with nothing to rely on. Although the land was barren, it was the place where he grew up.

"Why didn't you pay...?" The woman was puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, he likes to have **** with him!" The man was furious, "Let's finish it quickly, and I have to be busy preparing for the sex-mating party recently."

Chu Huai suddenly heard such primitive beast-like words, and didn't react for a while, but seeing the expressions of the other people seemed to be accustomed to it, he couldn't help being confused.

Chu Huai looked back at Wei Hu: "What about you?"

Wei Hu had been absent-minded since a long time ago, and when he heard Chu Huai's words, he hesitated again and again, and finally nodded, his lips were dry and white: "I'm just like you."

The little ghost seemed a little unhappy after being ignored for so long, and let out a high-pitched and excited cry.

After finishing, Chu Huai touched the blood hole on the back of his head, and thought about it seriously. He still remembered what chopsticks were, but he... couldn't remember how to use chopsticks.

That's ok, it doesn't matter.

The group of people wanted to leave, but the woman took a step back and said to Chu Huai, "You can also come to that party. If you want to go, I can take you there."