Please draw your way of death

Chapter 48 Rock Paper Scissors

Meng Qishu didn't come when making dinner, and Meng Qishu didn't come when eating dinner, until he went back to his room at night, Meng Qishu still didn't appear in front of Ning Mianzhong.

Maybe he was too impulsive.

Ning Mian finally leaned against the door, the house was brightly lit, and outside the house was the sound of "bang bang" knocking on the door and the child's innocence invitation.

"Brother, are you asleep? Playing games together?"

"Sister, don't be afraid, kids don't know how to eat people, I will get extra rewards if you win!"

Shouldn't it be fortunate that Meng Qishu stuffed a few function cards in his pocket before, so that he doesn't worry too much about that guy's safety now?

Ning Mian finally repeatedly emphasized in her heart that Meng Qishu is a measured person, and this is his home game, so nothing will happen to him even if he is ordered.

But the irritability in my heart is still unstoppable.

The children in the corridor seemed to have determined their target, and their wandering footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a certain door, and they knocked on the door while raising their innocent child voice: "Brother and sister, if you don't send anyone out to play with me, I'll be fine." We're about to go in."

"I'll count to three, three..."

"two……"

"one……"

As the moonlight poured down, the man by the window turned his head and glanced at the little girl standing five steps away from him, with no expression on his face: "Is it still your job tonight?"

The little girl shook her head, hugged the doll tightly in her arms, and looked up at the guy sitting on the window edge with his legs dangling outside the window.

Meng Qishu propped his hands on the window sill and looked at her sideways: "Then why don't you go back to your room? This is the third floor."

"Noisy on the fourth floor." The little girl took two steps forward, and seeing that Meng Qishu had no objection, she boldly climbed up the window sill and sat next to him.

The glass on the window sill is push-pull, so Meng Qishu occupies the half connected to the corridor. The little girl can only climb over from the side with glass, sit down, her legs hang out like Meng Qishu, and her back leans against the glass behind her. .

Meng Qishu watched her body go through the glass and sat down next to him, his heart was already numb.

It's just an NPC, she can fly and even Meng Qi believes in it.

"Have you given away your little red flower?" Meng Qishu withdrew his gaze from her, and looked down at the ground far away from his feet.

"No." The little girl answered honestly.

"Think of a game, I'll play with you." Meng Qishu said in a low voice, "I will win the little red flower."

"Why?" The little girl hugged the doll and looked at him, "Didn't brother want little red flowers?"

"But I want to go out." Meng Qishu stared at a certain point on the ground with some distracted eyes, and murmured, "How can I refuse to do tasks if I want to go out?"

"Then wait for me." The little girl's eyes lit up, she suddenly turned around and rolled down the window sill, and ran away in a "da da".

Not long after, the little girl came back, and the doll in her hand was gone, replaced by a black cloth four fingers wide.

"Playing rock-paper-scissors," the little girl crawled back to sit down again. "The loser has to choose to tie cloth strips on his body, which he personally considers to be shortcomings. Whoever has the fewest cloth strips in the end wins."

"Then, what if there are no shortcomings?" Meng Qishu raised his eyes and subconsciously objected, with a very simple question in his eyes.

Seeing the little girl pursing her lips and staring at him threateningly, Meng Qishu smiled slightly and raised his hand in surrender: "I just said it casually."

"If there are too many cloth strips, you can choose to bind the same part repeatedly," the little girl said. "The more repetitions, it means that I personally think this is the biggest shortcoming."

"Okay, I understand." Meng Qishu nodded, "We can start now."

So the two chanted "rock, paper, scissors" at the same time, and shot at the same time at the last second.

Meng Qishu scissors, little girl cloth.

Without further ado, the little girl took out a strip of cloth placed between the two of them and tied it on her head.

"What do you mean, do you think you are too stupid?" Meng Qishu bent his lips.

"The dean's grandfather always likes to say that I'm not very smart, and I'm a brain in doing things." The little girl bit her lip and looked up at him. "I answered your question. To be fair, I will ask you a question later."

"Okay." Meng Qishu replied, and started the second round of punching game with her.

Meng Qishu stone, little girl scissors.

The little girl silently picked up another strip of cloth and continued to tie it around her head.

"How stupid do you think you are?" Meng Qishu smiled helplessly.

"Come again." The little girl's eyes sparkled, as if her fighting spirit had been ignited.

In the third round, Meng Qishu stone and the little girl cloth.

Meng Qishu readily picked up a strip of cloth, but hesitated for a few seconds when he was about to tie it, and finally lowered his eyes, folded the strip of cloth, covered it in front of his lips, and tied it behind his head.

Putting his hand back in front of his body, Meng Qishu, who was preparing for the fourth round, suddenly heard the little girl opposite ask, "Why is it the mouth?"

He pulled down the cloth strip on his lips a little so that he could answer her question: "Because misfortune comes from the mouth."

"Have you ever experienced anything?"

Meng Qishu looked at her, and found that the other person's eyes were only full of curiosity and exploration. He curled his lips and pulled the cloth back to its original position: "This is the next question."

"I can answer one more question for you." The little girl persisted.

Meng Qishu shook his head and stretched his hand forward, meaning to continue the game.

In the fourth round, Meng Qishu scissors and the little girl rocks.

Meng Qishu took the cloth strip and tied it around his left wrist with one hand.

"One hand or two hands?" the little girl asked, "Two hands need to be tied."

Meng Qishu tore off the cloth strip from his mouth again: "I have one hand, how can I tie two?"

"I'll help you." The little girl reached out and grabbed the cloth strip on Meng Qishu's left wrist, and tied the other end to his right wrist.

Fortunately, the strip of cloth was long enough, even if two hands were tied at both ends of the strip, there was still enough length for Meng Qishu to complete the binding of other parts.

Meng Qishu didn't say anything more, so the result of the fifth round came out soon, and Meng Qishu lost again.

He picked up a cloth strip and expertly applied another layer to his lips.

In the sixth round, Meng Qishu lost. He looked at the cloth strip in his hand, hesitating where to add it.

"If you answer one of my questions, you don't need to tie this cloth," the little girl kindly suggested.

Meng Qishu glanced at her, and tied her lips again without hesitation.

The seventh round, the eighth round, the ninth round.

Meng Qishu felt the three layers of restraint on his hand and mouth, and then looked at the cloth strip in his hand that hadn't fallen, pulled the three layers of cloth strips on his mouth a little, and said in a compromised way: "You ask .”

If this continues, the remaining cloth strips will have to be tied to him.

"It's still the same question, have you ever experienced it?" The little girl looked at him fixedly.

Meng Qishu's finger was still hooked on the cloth strip around his lips, and he thought for a while after hearing this: "It should be considered... yes."

"Can you tell me?" the little girl asked.

"No." Meng Qishu refused, and smiled emotionlessly, "Your questions have been asked."

"Oh." The little girl responded and continued to play games with him.

In the tenth round, Meng Qishu lost.

"Can you tell me?" The little girl looked into his eyes with sincerity.

"..." Meng Qishu looked at his fist suspiciously, and almost asked it why it was so underwhelming tonight.

"Because I always think of what to say, I caused a lot of trouble." Meng Qishu withdrew his hand and put it by his side, "When half of my foot stepped into the society, my home was gone."

"Is there an accident?"

"No, I have nothing to do with them anymore." Meng Qishu's tone was very calm, and his voice gradually lowered in the middle of speaking, "Actually, it didn't matter at all."

"It doesn't matter? Aren't they your family?"

Meng Qishu looked up at her, his eyes were calm and unwavering, he suddenly smiled, with a hint of gritted teeth, but he was not angry: "What's the first question?"

The little girl sat up obediently and punched him obediently.

With the blessings of heaven and earth, Meng Qishu finally won the No.11 round.

The little girl took the cloth strip and tied it around her neck.

"Why tie the neck, what does it mean?" Meng Qishu didn't understand.

"Because someone said that my birth was a mistake." The little girl hooked the hanging cloth strip with her fingertips, "My memory was restored, but I chose to forget it later. But I never forgot this sentence."

She looked up at Meng Qishu: "I answered your question, now it's your turn to answer mine. Aren't you family?"

Meng Qishu's sympathy for her words dissipated in half in an instant: "Can't you change the question?"

It's really hitting a snake and hitting seven inches, and every sentence is poked according to the heart!

The little girl lingered on him for a few seconds before compromising, "Then why did you tie your wrists?"

"Haven't you heard that words and deeds are consistent?" Meng Qishu pulled his hands to the sides, and the cloth strip between his hands tightened instantly, "Say what you think of, and do what you think of, so it will only cause trouble."

"Brother didn't cause trouble," the little girl was dissatisfied, "Brother just has such a personality, and he has a sense of proportion."

"You think so highly of me?" Meng Qishu was a little surprised. He touched the little girl's head and smiled slightly, "Then I'll stay with you?"

Meng Qishu only felt his subordinate's head stiffen for a moment, and then saw the little girl avoiding his touch, with a full face of alert: "No need!"

High rating goes to high rating, but she's not a masochist!

She doesn't want to be bullied by this ower every day!

So the two continued to fight. Fortunately, Meng Qishu's luck in the second half was not bad. When the strips were finally distributed, Meng Qishu scored nine and the little girl scored eleven.

"This is the last scene. Anyway, the cloth strip will have to be untied soon, so let's forget about the last one?" Meng Qishu couldn't help but refuse when he saw the little girl holding the cloth strip to help him tie it.

"That won't work, rules are rules." The little girl sullenly refused to accommodate at all.

So Meng Qishu could only stretch out his hands for her to tie.

Perhaps it was because the last piece of cloth didn't need to consider the issue of keeping hands, the little girl directly tied her two wrists together this time.

Meng Qishu withdrew his hand, really speechless, he pulled the cloth strip that was always running up his mouth, and muttered: "If you tie it up, you still have to untie it, what's the use?"

"The process must be completed." The little girl said seriously, and took out her little red flower and stuffed it into Meng Qishu's hands, "You win, and my little red flower is yours."

The bright red color may be a psychological effect. When Meng Qishu held the little red flower in his hand, he even felt a little hot.

Watching the little girl untie the cloth strips on his body, Meng Qishu wanted her to help him too, but before he could say anything, he heard a scream from upstairs, and then a black shadow fell from upstairs,

Meng Qishu lowered his head, and saw a motionless figure spread out in the night on the hard ground, with liquid gurgling out from his body.

The second night in the orphanage was a second life.