100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

At 11:30 in the middle of the night, there was a power outage in a large residential area on the outskirts of Jiaya City for unknown reasons.

Seeing that the wall lamp above his head suddenly went out, Ye Wenxuan pulled his hand out of the power socket with satisfaction. He blew the ray of light on his fingertips, and moved gently to the door. With one hand, he unlocked and pushed the door open. .

Someone pushed the door out to check the situation. Ye Wenxuan heard several men complaining loudly, coming out of the multi-person dormitory in the distance, a few were checking the circuit, and a few went downstairs, presumably to find the hotel owner.

There were a few bright lights flickering in the darkness. I don't know who turned on the back-mounted flashlight of the mobile phone. The corridors were too noisy for a while. It seems that most of the people here are also night owls.

Ye Wenxuan pushed the door open a little, and found that there was still no movement next door, as if there was no one in it.

The foreign brother in the house opposite him also came out, and occasionally took a picture of his mobile phone and found him standing behind the door, almost shouting out of fright.

"Oh God, I was almost scared to death by you!" He came over, holding his chest with one hand and panting for a while, and then reached out to see Ye Wenxuan's room with a mobile phone lamp: "You have no electricity in your house. Alas, I guess the circuit of this piece is finished. I just saw that the building opposite was also blinded." After talking for a long time, he suddenly looked at Ye Wenxuan, stepped back without a trace, and trembled: "Uh... you, how have you been Close your eyes..."

Ye Wenxuan didn't wear sunglasses when he came out. He was still immersed in his "eye blindness and not blindness" personal settings. He couldn't extricate himself. It was also very entertaining to continue to act blindly with both eyes closed.

"My eyes are not very good." He showed a strong smile, especially the white lotus temperament: "I can't see it anyway, so I don't turn on the light very much."

The little brother on the opposite side almost thought it was a big night, and he was scared and frightened: "Oh, oh, then you came out..."

"I heard something happening outside, um, and I came out to find out what happened."

At this time, the people in the corridor had basically returned to the house. Only those who went downstairs to find someone had not come back. The little brother sighed: "I don't think there will be a call tonight. I will go back to the house and sleep. Good night."

Ye Wenxuan nodded at him with closed eyes and said good night.

After waiting for him alone in the aisle, Ye Wenxuan stood still for a moment, and then he put his back door on the back of the room.

With a click, the door was locked.

After doing this, he slowly walked to the door of the next room, and then began to knock on the door.

knock.knock.knock.

He didn't knock too slowly, and he knocked very lightly, so he kept knocking for three or four minutes.

Even if there was no movement on the other side of the door, the hand that held the door was never lowered, as if the person inside could hear it and respond to him.

After five consecutive minutes of knocking, Ye Wenxuan was not afraid to wake everyone in the next room.During the period, residents in other rooms opened the door to check, and saw someone standing in the black hole corridor, still knocking at the door at an even rate, all of them took a step back in fright, and then closed the door as fast as possible to get under the bed.

Ye Wenxuan ignored the movements of these people.

Finally, before he could feel the pain in his knuckles, the door in front of him creaked with a creak.

Ye Wenxuan acted, his right hand was still suspended in the air and did not withdraw.

Behind the door is the same deep darkness. A tall silhouette is hidden in it. Ye Wenxuan can't see the person's appearance clearly, but the strong sense of existence is beyond doubt.

His nose shrugged slightly, and he smelled a little shower gel.

The people in the door whispered, "What's the matter?"

Ye Wenxuan recovered, knowing that the other party could not see him clearly, but still pretended to raise a smile: "Sir, I live next to you. Well, just accidentally locked out of the door, I... if If you don’t mind, can you keep me overnight?"

The man was silent for a moment, as if looking at him through the darkness: "You can choose to go downstairs and find the boss."

"It's like this, and my eyes can't see it." Ye Wenxuan explained patiently: "The cane was left in the room. I'm actually a bit struggling now. Sir, I heard that you are a Chinese, and me too, can you watch it? On the sentiment of being a fellow Chinese..."

He didn't finish his words. Suddenly his wrists tightened, and the man was caught in the room among the electric flint.

With his back against the wall, there was a sound of "dong" next to him. It was expected that the door had been kicked hard with feet.

Ye Wenxuan's left arm bent, cleverly separating the dagger that struck his neck, and his right hand tried to quickly hit the opponent's rib position, and then he was taken for granted.

That hand tyrannically controlled his wrist and pressed his right hand against the wall above his head, and then a fiery breath sprayed on the side of his face, making his breathing chaotic.

"Little photographer, really I can't hear your voice." The man pressed him tightly against the wall with overwhelming force, bent down and whispered, "Living next door, and blind eyes, Ok?"

The warm flesh was pressed over, and Ye Wenxuan was surprised that the other party was not wearing clothes. He earned his wrists: "You...you open the door without clothes. Has President Xing been so open before?"

As soon as he said this, he admitted that he was Ye Wenxuan in disguise.

Xing Yuan didn't let go, didn't push away, he still suppressed him with his body, and said to himself: "I'll let you go back to the country, you are not obedient?" After he said it, he thought it was meaningless, he snorted, and he just changed it. Question: "How did you find me."

Ye Wenxuan hummed: "Let go first."

Xing Yuan raised his eyebrows and didn't know what he thought. He actually let go.

Ye Wenxuan: "Then you go back to the site, you don't wear any clothes, and you play so hooligan when you stand so close."

"Who is standing at the door of my room and has been perseveringly knocking on the door." Xing Yuan no longer touched him, but turned around and left the entrance, and walked to the bed casually: "If you don't knock on the door, I will now I have long dressed and went to bed in bed."

Ye Wenxuan rubbed his wrist and followed: "What were you doing when I knocked on the door, it took so long to open the door."

Xing Yuan threw the dagger on the bed without looking back: "Bath."

Ye Wenxuan's mouth twitched.

This guy was washing before the power outage. When he wiped out all the circuits, the rest of the hotel rioted for a while, and the goods were unmoved. The black lights were still on.

The two were very close when they met at the porch. Ye Wenxuan didn't feel the water vapor. Instead, he smelled the smell of refreshing beard cream. Presumably, when he knocked on the door before, Xing Yuan was still able to wipe his body and hold The razor provided by the hotel has a special shave!

Thinking about it all feels toothache.

Ye Wenxuan said: If this is not his mission goal, he will be charged to break the dance.

When he walked into the back room, Xing Yuan had put on his pajamas.

Because there was no electricity, Xing Yuan flipped the phone out, turned on the flashlight, and then picked up the pair of glasses he placed on the bedside table.

After studying carefully through the light, he said to the young man who came to this side: "You found me through it?"

"The tracker is hidden in the temple. It has a limited range, so I first came to Jiaya City before I found you through it." Ye Wenxuan took a chair and sat down, looking up at him to check his glasses. "I'm not sure if you are here or not, and I don't know if you will throw it away and use glasses to find you. I just took a gamble and didn't expect to win."

Xing Yuan easily broke off his two temples and knocked on the nightstand.

The legs of the silver-rimmed spectacle legs are made of nylon, the ends are wide, the shape is a bit old, and it has a retro taste.

"If the weights of the two foot covers are different, you might have discovered the clues already." Ye Wenxuan reached out his hand and said, "The one on the right."

Before he could speak, Xing Yuan picked up the temple on the left and took off the leg cover three or two times.

Powerful fingers started along the end of the fracture, crushing the foot cover bit by bit. Soon, Xing Yuan stopped and he buckled one end in the palm of his hand, causing the force to hit the palm twice, and it really came out. Something.

Through the bright light of the mobile phone flashlight, both of them could clearly see the tracker of the size of rice.

Xing Yuan looked at the young man in the chair with a smile: "The one on the right?"

Ye Wenxuan: "Cough..."

"From my side, it is indeed the one on the right. I will take care of your sense of orientation next time." He looked very calm, as if it was just a small mistake: "You have also removed the glasses, this little thing can Give it back to me? After all, it's quite expensive. If it's broken, I have to pay..."

Xing Yuan squeezed the tracker: "Oh, who should I pay?"

Ye Wenxuan: "You guessed who I am, and you never imagined where this thing was made?"

"If you don't admit it personally, then some of my guesses will always be confounding speculations." Xing Yuan glanced at him and threw the micro tracker to him.

His strength was used a little harder, and the tracker wiped Ye Wenxuan's finger and flew out, and it was about to fall into the darkness.

Just between these tiny moments, a near-nothing ionized tail held it firmly.

The momentum of progress was blocked, and the tracker was pulled back along this force, just falling into the emptiness of Ye Wenxuan's palm.

This action was too fast, but Xing Yuan still caught it.

He leaned against the wall beside the bedside table, arms folded, and silently looked at the unsolicited young man.

"This morning, when I was speaking at Wishall University, someone shot me in the head."

"Oh?" Ye Wenxuan lowered his head and touched his pocket. He didn't carry a wallet when he went out, so he could only cautiously put the tracker into his jeans pocket.

"When the bullet flew towards me, I saw it, but the gunner shot too close. I expected it to penetrate my skull. If I had bad luck, it might be in my head, in the frontal area. A big hole came out." Xing Yuan looked down at his movements, his tone was very calm, as if he was not talking about his own brain.

"As it turned out, I saw a power grid." Xing Yuan said: "It intercepted the bullet and saved my life."

Ye Wenxuan finally put the tracker and glanced up at him: "Oh, why?"

Xing Yuan's blue eyes grew deeper and deeper in the dark night, and he slowly said: "What I saw today is far more than that."

"I want to ask you again." He stared at the free-looking young man with a slight smile on his lips: "Is there lightning in your eyes?"

Ye Wenxuan did not speak.

For a long while, he finally extended his right hand, palms up, five fingers bluffed.

First, a handful of undetectable ionized weak light, under the dazzling light of the mobile phone flashlight, it has almost no sense of existence.

But then, the discharge pulses one after another, they quickly completed a step leader, the bright blue micro lightning has begun to take shape, but then it has no other action, just suspended above Ye Wenxuan's palm, like a magnificent hologram The image attracted bystanders to reach out and touch.

Ye Wenxuan reclined casually in the chair, lightning was held in his palm, the young man's eyebrows drooped slightly, as if he was just holding something very ordinary.

His black eyes were refracted by the arc, and his expression was indifferent and lazy, just like a dormant hunter, repeatedly debugging the sharp weapon in his hand.

Xing Yuan lived to 29 years old and had not met such a person.

If you say Ye Wenxuan is an extraordinary beauty, it is exaggerated, but with such a powerful superpower, his personal charm has not been compared, but more and more people are lingering and forgetting, only Ye Wenxuan is alone.

Xing Yuan stared closely at the lightning, and after a while, a smile appeared.

"As your return of honesty to you, then I think we should also show our goodwill."

He clapped his hands and whispered: "Cherno, come out."

The author has something to say:

#### Little theater is fake!!####

Ye Wenxuan [closed eyes]: "Hello, I am your neighbor next door, I am a blind man, and I forgot to bring the key when I went out, do you think I am miserable?"

Xing Yuan: Mom's intellectual disability.

Ye Wenxuan [squinted]: "Oh, I'm coming in... why don't you wear clothes? Stink rogue!"

Xing Yuan: "Aren't you blind?"

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

Ye Wenxuan: "Tsk, 20 centimeters."