Xie Qingcheng froze slightly.
Eyes opened silently in the dark.
He naturally didn't want He Yu to sleep together, but he was in such a bad state that he really didn't want He Yu to quarrel.
He Yu felt his body suddenly tense up and knew that he hadn't fallen asleep, so he whispered in his ear: "Brother, let me squeeze, I'm cold."
"...I said earlier, let you sleep in bed." Xie Qingcheng wanted to get up.
"Don't go down, I'm so cold that I can't stand it anymore."
"… "
"Really, Xie Qingcheng... I just hug you, I don't do anything."
Xie Qingcheng saw that he really didn't take a step. Although he felt that the young man's body was like a stove, it was very hot when it was attached to his back. The so-called "frozen to death" was like a lie, but after all, he didn't want to say anything more. .
Let him go.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes again, trying to bring warmth and relax himself when the young man slept next to him.
After all, He Yu was only twenty years old, full of vigor, his back was against his chest, and he could feel the boy's heartbeat and heat. Gradually, he was no longer shivering from the cold, and gradually became sleepy.
It is a pity that the body relaxes, but the heart cannot relax. Xie Qingcheng fell into a dream, and in front of him was Yi Beihai holding a kitchen knife, looking up and laughing wildly.
And Qin Ciyan's corpse fell from the window like a puppet with a broken thread... Falling...
Suddenly, it turned into countless floating moon jellyfish, jellyfish floating in the sunset, floating over Brooklyn street cafes and vegetable and fruit stores.
The man who looked like his father came from the store with a paper bag of food and smiled: "Thank you..."
The smile gradually blurred in the magnificent sunset, the sunset turned into blood, and the blood was constantly gushing from the broken body, and was washed away by the rain and faded.
Zhou Muying and Xie Ping were lying on the scene of the car accident. The police cordon was pulled up in the pouring rain.
The firelight licked the sky like a ghost tongue. In Chengkang Mental Hospital, Jiang Lanpei hummed softly: "Throw it, lose it, throw away the handkerchief, put it gently behind a friend, don't tell him..."
He rushed in, he was late, and Xie Xue was in pieces...
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!"
"Xie Qingcheng! Xie Qingcheng!! Wake up! Wake up!!"
The peach blossom eyes opened abruptly, the pupils were still tightly contracted, Xie Qing was in a cold sweat, panting, and He Yu's face was reflected in his scattered eyes.
He Yu leaned over him, propped his hand beside his pillow, and patted his face, anxiously: "Wake up, you have a nightmare."
The nightmare seemed to be continuing. Although Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes, his thoughts were still in the chaos.
He looked at the face of He Yu who was close at hand, and He Yu overlapped in the night of the club where the feminine and handsome coexisted.
At this moment, he seemed to be lying on the black leather sofa again, and He Yu would pour the red wine on his chest in the next second.
Xie Qingcheng got up immediately, was tough and decisive, and pushed He Yu away at once.
"Don't touch me, cough... You... stay away from me."
The body is fragile due to the cause of the dream, but the eyes are sharp.
Instinct resistance.
"… "
He Yu is not a real temperament, but he was rejected by Xie Qingcheng, saying that it is not uncomfortable is false.
But he immediately saw that Xie Qingcheng's pale hands were shaking slightly, and when his face was buried in the palm of his hand, even his fingertips were squinting.
He Yu was suddenly silent.
He knew that in that nightmare, he must also share.
The boy's face gradually became gloomy, and he realized that every time he touched it now, it would make Xie Qing subconsciously remember the things they had done.
For Xie Qingcheng, those things were undoubtedly Duan Duan's unwillingness to look back on his memories.
No matter how much he has a heart, no matter how long he is, no matter how much he wants to hug Xie Qingcheng and comfort him, Xie Qingcheng can't need it.
His presence seemed to aggravate his condition.
He Yu's eyes were hot and fierce, and he stared at him silently for a long time, and finally suppressed the desire to get close to this man, got out of bed slowly, and pushed open the door with a sullen face.
Xie Qingcheng sat on the bed, and the two of them created warmth on the bed.
The warmth gradually cooled, he leaned his head on the bedside frame, raised his fragile neck, and then the man slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't want to care what He Yu was doing, it didn't matter to him if the brat was hurt or annoyed him.
He once thought about giving the last blood to He Yu, but that night in the clubhouse, it was He Yu who poured out the blood with his own hands.
Even if they experienced life and death together later, Xie Qingcheng could no longer accept He Yu as he did before.
He could never accept...
Xie Qingcheng calmed down by himself, but he didn't expect that the door would suddenly open again with a "squeak" sound.
He didn't even expect that He Yu came in with a glass of water, the water was freshly boiled, and there was still white smoke.
The boy handed the water to the man: "Drink it."
"… "
He Yu lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, and said to himself, "I used to be at home, and if I didn't dream, I just had a cup of hot water. It would be much more comfortable."
Indeed it is.
In the cold night, in the nightmare aftertaste, it is difficult to resist the temptation of such a cup of hot water.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, and finally thanked him, took the cup, and took two white "medicine" tablets from the "medicine" box by the bed, and swallowed them with hot water.
"Is this the 'drug' for your mental Ebola?"
"Yeah." Xie Qingcheng took the "medicine", drank a few more sips of water, and slowly recovered, and there was finally some blood on his lips. He saw that He Yu wanted to pick up the "medicine" box and examine it. , raised his hand to stop him, "It's not the kind you eat. You can't use it."
He Yu: "Are you sure this 'drug' is really effective? I think your body is still very weak."
Xie Qingcheng looked up at him: "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"
"...Okay, you're a doctor, okay." He Yu loosened the "medicine" box and turned out again.
Xie Qingcheng: "Where to go."
"I think you're annoying, wake up later, shiver with cold again, I won't serve, I'm going outside to watch the stars." He Yu casually gave him a lame reason and left.
He Yu obviously doesn't know how to watch the stars. He is both distressed and passionate.
Xie Qingcheng appeared startled, which made him want to hug the man to comfort him. Xie Qingcheng unconsciously frowned and trembled slightly in his sleep, which made him unavoidably aroused the perverted desire to be violent in bed, making him want to have sex with him. He did it vigorously.
And every time He Yu suppressed his emotions and transferred his strong desires and emotions, his spirit would be damaged.
Internal friction is a very embarrassing thing, not to mention that he has to make a very calm appearance in front of Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu went to a place where no one was in Tianlong, and took a cold blade that he carried with him and stuck it on his wrist - it was a scar from his self-torture for a long time.
His illness, either hurting others or hurting himself, can never be appeased without blood and pain as a sacrifice.
He doesn't want to hurt Xie Qingcheng now, because Xie Qingcheng, who is also a different dragon, has been injured enough, then he can hurt, and in the end he is left.
Blood was coming, but he was getting more and more numb in pain.
He Yu finally threw down the knife, slightly convulsed and buried his hands in his jet-black hair. He held his head where he was, and cried silently with his heart. He was in great pain, but he couldn't get rid of it.
He even thought, if he hadn't done that to Xie Qingcheng in the clubhouse, would everything be different now? Will there be a turning point
"Shasha..."
At night, the wind echoed on the loess slope, blowing withered jujube leaves, and He Yu tried his best to calm his heart.
Suddenly, he heard rustling footsteps coming from a distance.
He Yu raised his scarlet eyes, and subconsciously looked towards the direction where the voice came from.
It was a man in red, wrapped in a windbreaker, unable to see his face.
But looking at the figure of the other party, it should be a thin woman, not the farmer's wife.
The woman sneaked up to the house where they were staying, lingered at the window, and stood on tiptoe several times to look inside.
He Yu was stunned—
Because Zhang looked at this window, it was the window of the guest room where he and Xie Qingcheng lived!
He Yu calmed down and got up immediately.
In this strange Qingli County, it seems that anything can happen, Yi Beihai, Lu Yuzhu, Zhuang Zhiqiang's missing daughter Zhao Xue... They all come from here, and Qingli County seems to be invisible to the huge net of black "color", covering all All kinds of murders, disappearances, underworld forces.
And he and Xie Qing were two foreigners, and when they were investigating some clues in the past, they couldn't help but be noticed.
To be honest, even if someone was ordered to kill them, he wouldn't be surprised, so since he hit the border of Qingli County, He Yu's alertness was very high, even when he fell asleep, he was still very vigilant.
Yes, he is not afraid of killing people or seeing blood, and if he wants the other party to "show", he wants to make a move, and that is to hit him at the muzzle.
- There are many ailments in his heart that need to be vented.
If those criminals want to stab them, he can even cut open their stomachs and dig their lungs out for justifiable defense reasons.
He Yu stared at the figure of the woman in red before he found him, held his breath, and slowly approached...
His scarlet morbid eyes reflected the sneaky figure of the woman, the mantis catching the cicada oriole behind him, and He Yu observed the action. suddenly!
The woman put her hands behind her back, as if planning to dig something.
Time, the murder of Chengkang, the murder of the Radio and Television Tower, including the murder of the "Trial" crew, and the series of murders without blinking all flashed through He Yu's mind!
Is it a gun? !
He's in the dark, he's moving faster than ever. The woman's hand just touched the hard thing behind her waist, and the sharp knife pressed against the back vest.
He Yu's icy voice sounded behind him: "Don't mess around."
The woman's slender body trembled.
He Yu slid the tip of the knife along his spine, and slid to the hand hidden under the windbreaker.
"Put things down."
woman:"… "
He Yuhan's voice repeated, and the danger was even worse: "Put it down."
The woman opened her mouth: "...It seems that I have no choice?"
"You have no choice."
A moment of silence.
This woman seems to have also judged that in this situation, there is really nothing else she can do except be obedient.
Then the sound was muffled, and the heavy object fell.
It was because the sky was so dark that He Yu couldn't see what it was. But he wasn't in a hurry now.
"Very. Now, put your hands up and turn around," he ordered.
"… "
"turn around."
The woman had no choice but to slowly turn around according to He Yu's request. In the "color" of the night, He Yu saw a pair of very familiar eyes - eyes that he had fixed on a certain side for a long time.
"Take your veil off."
"… "
"hurry up."
There were a few late-night dog barks in the distance, which became the creepy background of the confrontation between the two in the mountain village.
The woman stared at He Yu with those eyes, then slowly raised her hand to her windproof veil, and then—
Suddenly, he grabbed the block with his backhand, and his strength was astonishing. With a woman who was not of such a size, he pushed away He Yu's suppression, and then swept his whip with his legs. The woman took advantage of this opportunity to run forward, while He Yu scolded secretly and grabbed the corner of the cloak robe.
Woman hoarse: "Let go!"
He Yu didn't let go, the robe was torn apart by the two people's violent pulling, and the face was "exposed" with too much force.
Rao is the thousands of guesses in He Yu's heart. No matter how calm he is, he is not afraid of all kinds of murderers, but when the hazy light shines on the woman's face, he is still stunned—