Chapter 2487: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (71)

But now,

Packed in a gift box doesn't help either.

She thought that person promised to come back, but now that she thinks about it, she seems to think too much, after all, he never said that he would definitely come back.

It's a pity that the design was a surprise.

Looking at the girl's absent-minded appearance, An Er really couldn't understand those complicated emotions. He just thought that he wanted to be inspired to be a caring and close-fitting robot, so he asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Why not?" Ranbai casually said, "It's good."

An Er: "..."

It's hard to understand a world that isn't a robot.

Obviously it doesn't look so good, why do you have to say yes.

Is duplicity so popular now?

An Er stuck for a long time before asking intermittently: "You... Now, according to human beings, it is already time for rest, don't you sleep?"

"Wait." Ranbai said, reaching out and knocking on An'er, "Be quiet."

Maybe this guy can't wait.

Dyeing Bai's eyes lightly glanced at the thick night outside, like a dark ocean that can drown everything, without any light or figure.

…

Is the dim light in the ward constantly floating, or the sound of the pointer moving constantly.

"Don't think about anything, relax, there's no need to be vigilant..." The low and sweet voice seemed to come from another world, like the purest symphony, with rhythmic percussion, unprovoked temptation and bewitchment.

The person sitting in the chair only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he seemed unable to open his eyes, so he slowly closed his eyes.

"You're fine, you don't have any worries, now you're at home watching..."

Is it the floating dust in the open light?

The half-drawn curtains were still swaying gently by the wind.

Everything seemed sleepy.

It's like carrying a senseless, unreasonable magic power.

Si Jin stood up straight, looked at the patient, and said in a flat tone, "Okay."

The long eyelashes covered down, and the underside of the eyes was still a little blue-black, and the side face was as handsome as ever.

The night outside the window was dark, and the room was dimly lit.

Gu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled helplessly: "I was negligent this time, and you are also very good at dreaming..." After a pause, he said, "However, recently... have you had nightmares? ?"

Si Jin lifted his eyes.

Then he turned his eyes to the side, and his tone was neither warm nor indifferent, neither denying nor confirming: "It's okay, that's it."

Gu Yu: "..."

"I'm your private psychiatrist anyway, so that's your attitude?"

"Oh?" Si Jin raised his eyebrows, his tone was light and slow: "If you have a problem, you still need to find my psychiatrist?"

Gu Yu: "..."

I can't talk today.

"You're going back so late?" Gu Yu looked at the time, and raised his chin to Si Jin, "It's really not good, why don't you just make do with it?"

Si Jin paused, then lowered his eyes silently, and looked at the time.

Twenty one in the morning.

has passed.

Seems to be late.

But it seems that there is no need to agree, after all, it is only a slightly familiar stranger.

The boy's eyes were dazed for a moment, like ripples in the calm deep sea, and finally calmed down again. He stretched out his hand and pulled off his tie, turned his face to the side, and put his slender and white fingers on the back of the chair beside him, quietly rejecting: "No. I'll go right now."

"Okay." Gu Yu didn't force anyone to stay, but asked casually, "Has Master contacted you recently?"

"No." Si Jin's naturally cold temperament made it impossible for Si Jin to say a few words to anyone.

"Tsk, I don't know where to go..."

When Gu Yu was talking, Si Jin had already walked out, took off his white coat, and draped a long black windbreaker over his body.

Inexplicably depressed in the night.

Gu Yu frowned subconsciously and muttered, "Why... it seems that something is wrong recently?"

…

"Da, da, da..." is the sound of time passing by little by little.

The night clock has struck twelve in the morning.

The empty villa was as deserted as ever.

…

An Er saw the girl indifferently opening the box containing the cake, opening a pair of metal eyes, "Hey, what are you doing when you open it, isn't it for Mr. Si?"

"No." Ranbai threw the box aside with a flat tone: "I think too much, the time has passed, eat for yourself."

Except at midnight.

It doesn't make sense to pass any minute.

Under the light, the silver knife and fork were inserted into the cake, and the action was pleasing and noble, and the seal was trembling, "Su, host...?"

"Is something wrong?" Ranbai said, taking a sip.

The soft and glutinous cake melted on the tip of the tongue, and it didn't have the taste that a cake should have.

Gee.

"Host, are you... angry?" Fengluo was about to kneel. He never thought that he would encounter such a bad thing when he came out of the dream world, and he would not let Tong worry about it day by day.

"No." Ranbai's words were true, with a knife and fork stuck in a piece of cake that had just been cut: "What is there to be angry about?"

"I thought you were angry (⊙﹏⊙)."

Ranbai was silent for a second, then smiled lowly, "He has lost his memory, and it is not his choice. I promised him that he would definitely come to him, how can I give up him so easily?"

"What was given to me is mine, and whoever wants to grab it will kill whoever." The silver light of the knife and fork collided, and the flashing light was inexplicably chilly, Feng Luo listened to Ranbai and said in a calm tone: "There is no other The way, what I want can only be done in my arms, understand?"

Feng Luo did not speak.

"He is a dream maker. He should know the difference between reality and dreams better than anyone else, but he can willingly sink into dreams for me, even if the final outcome may be destruction and doom." Ranbai's tone was very Dan: "If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be able to lose his memory. He should be the existence of the beautiful moon, and then tear up the dream indifferently, not like he is now."

"In the end, I was the one who brought him in first. He belongs to me, so I have to be responsible for him." The cake tasted bitter and astringent in the mouth, but the whitening did not stop, and took a bite. "If I just give up on him like this, how shallow is my liking? It's nothing more than that."

After thinking for a while, dyed white and smiled, "When I didn't say anything, you are a system and you don't understand."

Fengluo: "...Who said I don't understand!"

"Okay, I won't tell you this." Ranbai's tone was the same as before, it seemed that there was no difference from usual, and the curvature of the corners of his lips had never fallen, and the dark ink fell on her body, as if it almost swallowed her, reflecting With that delicate face and calm eyes, "Is the information I asked you ready?"

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