Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

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Fern, with short blonde hair, knocked a thin black classmate to the ground with a punch.

Seeing this ugly black man with tears of fear, Fern laughed happily: "Hahaha! Nigga! Shit! Bastard bastard! Get out of here early! Don't let me be in the class again. I see you, or I will kill you when I turn around!"

Fern's fierce threat and hideous face made the black man who fell on the ground terrified, and he could only curl up and shiver on the ground.

"Let, let me go... please!"

Fern looked at the ugly face of the nigger, and became even more disgusted for a while.

"Hurry up!" Fern kicked it again, and the black man on the ground rolled over and slammed into the locker next to him.

The black man finally raised his head sobbing, revealing his half-rotten face.

The maggots came out of the cracks in the flesh of his left cheek, which had decomposed, and his right cheek was rotten to reveal a row of pale teeth and blood-red muscles. Only the black eyes remained on the whole rotten face. Staring straight at Fern with a fierce face.

"But... haven't you killed me..." The black man whispered hoarsely, and the intermittent breath sounds like the whispers of a demon.

Fern looked at the face that aroused the deepest fear in the human heart, and felt his whole body tremble with cold.

He was trembling all over, and every strand of hair from the soles of his feet to the top of his head clamored for danger.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie--Yes, Fern, didn't you kill him?" A low, terrifying voice came from behind Fern.

He couldn't restrain the fear in his heart, his light brown eyes trembled, and he looked behind him.

A scorched face appeared in front of Fern, with two black holes facing his eyes, showing him a weird smile.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Fern sat up from the bed sweating profusely, panting in shock.

It must be the devil... Morris... is back for revenge!

-From "Nightmare"

Lord God World

[A-level sci-fi world "Deadly Infection" has been removed from the detection network!Capture failed!

The main god looked at the red warning signs in the database, and the huge data system began to operate at high speed, trying to figure out a solution.

Another small world broke away from the detection network. Its data link could not contain the departure of these worlds, but it successfully discovered a weird variable that caused these worlds to break away.

Execute anti-interference program-program has been executed

[Check again-variables have disappeared]

The main god self-checked the program again, and after confirming that the variables had disappeared, he gave more tasks to the samsara.

Recently, with the separation of these higher-level mysterious side small worlds, a part of the ordinary small worlds have also been removed from the control of the main god.

This made the Lord God, who has always been used to controlling the overall situation, a little anxious, and he deeply felt what it meant to be burnt.

While the main god is laying out more tasks to make up for the loss and capturing more information in the small world, the command of a person with the highest authority is transmitted to the main god's central system.

The light screen unfolded, and the supreme leader of the Federation-a middle-aged blond man appeared on the screen.

"Lord God, send over the latest colonization progress data."

After the main god quickly sent the data, the blond middle-aged man frowned while looking at the data form.

The cabinet election is now the most critical time. He does not want to leave an impression of incompetence on the public because of these statistics.

"Lord God, set the data with the highest authority, and no one except me will be allowed to view it. The item levels of the reincarnations will be further opened to allow them to speed up the progress. Also, expanding the source of the reincarnations can no longer be limited to death row prisoners... "

There was a touch of coldness in the originally soft eyes of the blond middle-aged man.

The order has been executed

The main god quickly executed the order.

Quack-quack -!

The crow outside the window was screaming non-stop, as if to foretell some misfortune.

Winter mornings always make people feel very bad, especially today, when dark clouds cover the whole town, the warm and scorching sun can't get through at all.

"This damn weather, huh, can't you let me relax for a day! God shit!" A sloppy middle-aged man opened the curtains of his bedroom and cursed vaguely after seeing the gloomy weather today.

"Mongrel! Get up quickly and make me breakfast!"

The middle-aged man walked out of the bedroom and showed an angry face when he saw the empty dining table. He turned and knocked on the door of the next bedroom.

Bang bang bang!!!

"I can't come out to cook yet! Did I raise you as a bastard to eat plain rice? You were born as a bitch!" The man yelled at the people in the room with increasingly dirty words, knocking on the door panel.

Inside the door, the black-haired teenager slowly put on his school uniform jacket.

His face was almost transparent, pale, almost bloodless.

This is a small but neat bedroom.

Several cheap comic posters were pasted on the walls, concealing the faded old wallpaper.

Next to the wall is a used single bed. The thin quilt is neatly stacked on the bed, making the originally worn sheets and pillows much pleasing to the eye.

There is also a study desk in the small room. Books, paper and pens are placed neatly. Even the most critical obsessive-compulsive disorder patient can't find a trace of error.

On the right side of the room is a glass window, half-covered by curtains, revealing the bad weather today.

The boy sorted the curled hair on the top of his head and the broken hair scattered on his forehead, then picked up the schoolbag at the foot of the bed and walked towards the door that was overwhelmed by the knock.

When passing by the desk, the young grandmother's green eyes paused, and she looked at the letter that had only been written last night.

The envelope is well folded without a trace of crease on the surface.

Click—the door of the room opened.

The middle-aged man grabbed the collar of the boy who walked out of the room and asked fiercely: "Little bastard! I've knocked on the door for so long, why didn't I open the door!"

The young man looked at the man in silence, and was almost dragged off the ground by the aggressive man because of his thin and thin body.

The man looked at the silent boy who didn't speak, and his anger grew a little bit more. Those deep green eyes stared at him, staring at him, making his heart cold.

The man cursed for a long time, but the young man remained silent, as if he was deaf or could not understand his abuse.

Finally, the man was so angry that he gave him a shove and angrily said, "Hurry up and cook for Lao Tzu! Damn! If it weren't for the priest to ask you bunnies who don’t have all the fur to go to school, I will sell you. It's hard work for Old Kerry, better than you have been eating for nothing!"

The boy was pushed to the door frame, coughing endlessly by the relentless force.

This body is very weak and can't resist him for the time being.

This thought suddenly flashed through the boy's mind, and there was still no trace of fear in his eyes as clear and deep as the lake.

He should have been scared, just like in the past ten years, he was full of fear for this man named father and did not dare to resist any orders from him.

But it’s very strange. After being beaten and fainted by the school bully a month ago, when he woke up again, he seemed to have changed a lot. He became no longer afraid of many things and became more sensible. The perspective of things has changed, and I can even feel that many of my previous ideas were naive, or in other words, incorrect.

And, the strangest change is that he clearly has all the memories of the past, but he feels inexplicably that he is not him in the past.

But who can he be?

He is indeed an ordinary high school student named Zhou Yu.

It was very dark, but fortunately, it didn't mean it was going to rain. Zhou Yu skillfully heated the milk and bread, and fried a sun egg at the man's order.

Because the man hated him—the son of the woman who abandoned him, Zhou Yu was not allowed to eat at the table. He could only take a few slices of bread for breakfast, and then hurried out of the room.

It was almost time for class, and the postman just passed by the door.

Zhou Yu walked up quickly and handed out the letter in his pocket.

Tom, the postman with a long beard, rushed to the exquisite face, the small and thin mulatto shook his head regretfully, and said, "Oh, dear Zhou, I told you a long time ago that your letter cannot be sent. Yes, the address is wrong, it has been returned several times...Don’t send it anymore, I won’t receive it again, promise, this is just returned."

The postman Tom took out a bundle of envelopes from the mail cart, five or six in total, tied together neatly with a rubber band.

"...I see, thank you." Zhou Yu looked at the envelope in his hand in a dazed manner. The emerald green eyes were like a pool of water that had been thrown with countless pebbles, ripples.

The five or six letters returned to his hands, just as they were when they were sent out, without a trace of crease on the yellowed letter paper.

And in the position of the recipient, it is the name he once described stroke by stroke-Morris Sameer

Putting the envelope back in his school bag, Zhou Yu walked forward with his head down, letting the thick black hair that hadn't been trimmed cover his face.

Morris is his best friend, but two weeks ago, he moved to the next town and has never heard from him.

Maybe this good friend is just what he thinks!

Zhou Yu thought so, her pretty green eyes were empty.

A month ago, he had been bullied and thought about suicide, and the thought was so strong that he almost had to act.

After that faint, he understood the reason for his suicide.

He is suffering from a serious mental illness-depression, maybe there are others, because at that time in his memory he always felt that everyone in this small town wanted to hurt him, and he was scared for a while. Afraid to go out.

It was Morris who saved him.

Zhou Yu recalled Morris' blue pupils and the cheerful smile he often hung on his face.

Morris is a very cheerful person.

Being tall, he likes to help the weak and small-such as himself and other low-level students who were bullied by the entire class.

The fainting a month ago was also thanks to Morris' help so that he could be sent to the infirmary for treatment in time.

After waking up from that time, he felt that Morris had a reassuring and familiar feeling in him, as if as long as Morris stayed beside him, he would not be afraid of any danger.

Therefore, even if he is no longer afraid of the school bullies who bullied him, he has been stuck with Morris.

And Morris did not refuse his approach like keeping a distance from others.

In just two weeks, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds, so good that they can almost wear a pair of pants.

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Yu thinks that they are each other's most important brothers.

But this is not the case. Morris suddenly moved and left, and had a fight with him before leaving, and the address given to him was also false.

He sent so many letters and none of them were accepted.

Lingling——

The preparation bell rang, Zhou Yu quickened his pace and entered the school.

Zhou Yu stopped in front of his locker.

The neat lockers were painted with dirty curses and spitting, everything was the same as a month ago.

"Dwarf Zhou! Hahaha, looking at your dead face, it's so funny!" A sharp sneer came.

Zhou Yu looked to the side with indifferent eyes, it was indeed the school bully Paul Nayate with well-developed limbs and simple mind.

"Without that idiot Morris, I think you have any arrogant capital!" The tall and muscular Paul twisted his wrist with a grim face, and raised his punching fist.

It's just that there is a little unconscious fear in his eyes, and his eye circles are a little dark.

That's right, Morris has been taken away by the gods, and the devil is no longer there. That's right, last night's dream was just a dream!

Paul looked at the thin Asian mixed race in front of him, his eyes sharp.

As long as Morris beats this asshole, he will be able to dissipate the fear that he shouldn't have.

Paul believed so firmly.