When He Yu returned to the scene of Group B, his heart was burning in his chest.
He remembered what his cousin had said, and the exposed expression of the woman just now, all of which made him feel that Xie Qingcheng was wearing layers of clothes, except for one piece,
The figure was like a fog with no substance. Whether his blood was cold or hot, and his skin was ice or warm, it seemed that He Yu couldn't feel it with his own hands until now.
He Yu only confirmed that Xie Qingcheng did have more secrets hiding from him.
hide from everyone.
Just—why did Xie Qingcheng do this
What is there that he doesn't know
Group B happened to be resting at the moment. After He Yu went back, he saw Chen slow. Chen slow was communicating with the director, and there was no one else around.
He looked away and frantically searched for Xie Qingcheng's figure in the crowd.
Then, He Yu saw it.
Xie Qingcheng was sitting by the flower bed on the playground of the police academy and smoking.
He Yu walked down the steps, crossed half of the playground, walked towards him, and grabbed Xie Qingcheng's arm.
"You come with me."
Xie Qingcheng returned to his senses, and when he saw He Yu, his eyes were very angry for a moment, but he quickly suppressed this anger, and seemed to feel that even if he was angry with He Yu, it would be a waste of effort.
"You're still haunted, what do you want to do?"
He Yu didn't say a word, dragged him all the way, and dragged him all the way to an empty classroom in a nearby teaching building. He let Xie Qingcheng go in first, then followed in and slammed the door.
He didn't turn his head, his eyes stared straight at Xie Qingcheng, but his hand turned back and locked the door with a click.
In front of him was Xie Qingcheng, who was wearing a winter police officer's uniform. He was so handsome and tall that he almost wanted to tear off his uniform and kiss him.
He Yu has always been a very smart person, but his complicated emotions towards Xie Qingcheng almost crushed the CPU of this smart brain.
Facing his cousin or a woman, he was able to handle it with ease, even relaxed, only when he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes, he felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his thoughts were numb.
"He Yu, you are not finished." Those eyes stared at him coldly.
He Yu originally wanted to ask him about that woman immediately.
But after the classroom door of the police academy was locked, he smelled Xie Qingcheng, and his brain seemed to be shocked.
The desire to be bloodthirsty suddenly surged, followed by the impulse of a young man. Looking at this man who had sealed too many stories, He Yu's anger and resentment surged up in his heart.
He didn't even have time to ask a question. At that moment, he looked at him with red eyes. He wanted to scold him, wanted him, wanted to tear him apart, and analyzed him.
Too many crazy emotions surged up, and the momentary discomfort was about to explode.
He was speechless, his eyes were red, and he had to vent immediately.
So He Yu took two steps forward and did the first thing when he was alone with Xie Qingcheng—
His hand went around, grabbed the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck, and then pressed Xie Qingcheng on the podium with his entire body, turned his head to the side, and bit Xie Qingcheng's body as if he was revengeful and cathartic. Side neck!
The sudden pain caused Xie Qing to snort lowly.
The soft voice was like a spark rushing up from He Yu's spine, and what followed was a sweet smell of blood, which instantly filled He Yu's mouth.
The dragon sucked the blood of the sacrifice.
hot.
Sweet.
Much more irritating than those fake blood splatters in the footage.
Gurgling warmth poured out from under Xie Qingcheng's pierced skin, the dragon's teeth were sharp, biting the human's neck and refused to let go, rolling up and down the Adam's apple, swallowing Xie Qingcheng's blood, he couldn't help but exclaim. A contented sigh.
The anxiety that had driven him crazy just now seemed to have stopped slightly in this bloody entanglement.
The persistent high fever caused He Yu's body temperature to be very high. When he was close to Xie Qingcheng, it seemed that he could iron the other person's flesh through clothes.
Xie Qingcheng wanted to break free of him, but He Yu did not let go. Instead, he pressed the man in a straight uniform on the podium. During the entanglement, he also swept away several police academies and propaganda magazines on the podium.
"Release..."
"He Yu, I'll let you go."
"Relax."
He Yu felt that his mouth was too annoying, his thin blood-stained lips lifted slightly from his neck, and then turned to the side, kissing Xie Qingcheng's lips roughly, sealing his disappointing calmness. sound.
He Yu pestered him desperately. He had never found that kissing could be so comfortable. It could not only soothe the beast of a normal teenager in his heart, but also calm down the blood thirst of Ebola. .
Xie Qing saw that it was useless to speak well, so he bit him fiercely. This kiss was warmer, violent, and sweeter than any of their previous kisses.
But maybe Xie Qingcheng really provoked He Yu, or maybe He Yu was too ignorant this time, he had never been bitten so hard by Xie Qingcheng and refused to evacuate.
In the end, it was Xie Qingcheng who suffered the loss. His temperament was cold and he would not accept such crazy and fiery kisses. He began to lose his breath. For the first time, he drank He Yu's blood so thickly in his mouth and penetrated deep into his throat. In the middle, he was forced to cough unbearably.
He Yu only let him go at this time, his lips were moist and blushing, the color was not only Xie Qingcheng's, but also his own.
Xie Qingcheng also tasted He Yu's blood.
"I really want to fuck you like this." He Yu was still pressing on him, holding Xie Qingcheng's wrist with both hands, preventing him from moving. But his body finally straightened up a little, and opened a little distance, which allowed him to see Xie Qingcheng's messy uniform under him more clearly.
He hated, resented, and anxiously said:
"Really, I want to do it now--maybe you'll have a word or two of truth in your mouth. Isn't it?"
Xie Qingcheng was finally able to breathe, his chest heaving violently, panting.
His navy blue jacket had been torn apart during the entanglement, and inside was a light blue police uniform shirt. He Yu wanted to unfasten the silver buckle of his uniform belt, so he let go of Xie Qingcheng's hand.
How could Xie Qingcheng let him mess around? He turned over when he let go, pushed He Yu back on the table suddenly, and then slapped He Yu hard on the face with a powerful slap.
"You fucking beast!"
He Yu was beaten, and red marks appeared on his face immediately, but he didn't feel pain, but felt good. He was already abnormal, and his illness aggravated his tyrannical heart. This kind of venting violence would only make him happy physically and mentally.
"You curse two more words."
"I told you, you bastard." Xie Qingcheng directly pulled him by the hair and pulled the man up, rammed it against the blackboard, then shoved it violently, kicked again, and kicked He Yu directly to the ground. The tables, chairs and benches behind him fell over.
He panted, straightened his tie with a navy blue and silver clip, and re-buttoned his coat one by one. His eyes were like blades and cones, staring at He Yu with blood red.
He Yu didn't get up either. He slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and cheeks, and only stood up slightly. The ruins of the desks and chairs lying behind him seemed to be his throne, so he leaned on it like that. Raising his deep apricot eyes, he looked at Xie Qingcheng sullenly and looked at Xie Qingcheng.
Then he grinned against the back of his teeth. He raised his head and giggled for a while, blood in his breath, but he felt an indescribable pleasure.
A morbidly satisfied pleasure.
"You know I'm sick, right, Xie Qingcheng?"
"… "
"The sicker I got, the less I cared about your actions. Even if you stabbed my heart with a knife now, I just feel extremely happy - because I don't hurt, but you will owe me forever. I want to pretend to be innocent."
He Yu took a breath and stared at the man with a pair of eyes like wolves.
"You are too good at disguising, Xie Qingcheng."
"… "
"You're a person with layers of camouflage, a cocoon within a cocoon—I ask you, which layer are you real?"
Xie Qingcheng said: "What are you talking about, what kind of medicine did you fucking take today?"
He Yu just laughed, a creepy smile.
When he finally stopped smiling, he stretched out his hand to the man: "Come here."
"..." I don't know why, just when he said the three words you came here, Xie Qingcheng, who had just dipped a lot of He Yu's blood, suddenly turned pale.
He frowned, as if momentarily uncomfortable, revealing a morbid pallor.
But He Yu didn't notice it, and said again: "Come here."
"I'll tell you one thing - Xie Qingcheng, I tell you, nothing can be hidden all the time. Listen, listen carefully, then why I'm looking for you today, you should fully understand ."
Xie Qingcheng stood there for a while with a white face, and finally walked towards him slowly.
He Yu took out his mobile phone, and before pressing the record and play button, he looked at Xie Qing with dark eyes—
"Do you know who I met today?"
"… "
"Would you like to take a guess?"
"... If you have anything, just say it, He Yu."
He Yu sneered: "I hope you can be so calm in front of me after listening."
"I hope that when you hear her voice, you can still remember the relationship she once had with you." The corners of his lips pulled apart in an almost mocking arc, and he said the second half of the sentence word by word. End - "A date for a play."
"Snapped."
Recording begins.
That was the whole content of the conversation between He Yu and the old woman in the cafe.
The audio is not long. After Xie Qingcheng listened to the whole, the silence time was longer than the recording time.
The two did not speak for a while.
Finally, He Yu asked slowly, "How is it, does it sound good?"
Xie Qingcheng: "...Where did you meet her."
"It's in this crew." He Yu slowly put down his phone, "It seems that you didn't intend to deny it."
"… "
"Why are you acting in this play? Xie Qingcheng, what are you trying to do? What secrets are you hiding?"
"… "
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes: "This is my private matter."
He Yu leaned his head back, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and then set his eyes on Xie Qingcheng again. He was provoked by Xie Qing, and let out a cold sneer.
"Personal affairs." The black eyes stared at him, and he didn't intend to spend more time with the other party in public and private. He only said: "I should ask a few questions about your personal affairs."
Eyes wandering: "You are all mine, why can't I know about you."
What Xie Qingcheng couldn't stand the most was He Yu's words. As if treating him like a woman.
He opened his eyes, his face quickly sank, more ugly than the previous color.
"I hope you need some face, He Yu."
"I hope to hear the truth, Xie Qingcheng."
He Yu inadvertently uttered this command-like remark with his blood-stained lips.
For some unknown reason, Xie Qingcheng suddenly swayed slightly after hearing these words, and the blood on his face suddenly decreased a bit.
And this time, unfortunately—
He Yu noticed.
He didn't care at first, but then suddenly remembered something, he was startled, then narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Qing with a sudden uncomfortable look.
"... Xie Qingcheng." He Yu asked, "What happened to you?"
"I..." The response was quick, as if responding involuntarily, but before he could say anything, he was restrained.
Xie Qingcheng's chest went up and down, because he was holding back something, and the movement of gnashing his teeth clearly showed on his face.
Then he turned away suddenly.
He Yu's expression was even more ugly, and his tone of inquiries became more determined: "Say, what's the matter with you?"
"… "
The morbid whiteness became more obvious, Xie Qingcheng's back trembled slightly, he froze in place, it seemed that he really wanted to say something, but he was forcibly controlled by himself.
After a long silence, Xie Qingcheng suddenly broke out with a violent cough.
"cough cough..."
He coughed so badly that he leaned back and leaned against the cold tiles in the classroom. His eyes were red from coughing.
At this moment, looking at his abnormal reaction, He Yu's heart trembled violently. Could it be that...
"Xie Qingcheng, you are..."
He did not go on at once.
The appearance of Xie Qingcheng in front of him made him suddenly think of a previous experience—
It was a winter a few years ago.
At that time, he was still studying abroad and went to a nursing home. He met a mentally ill patient with severe symptoms. The medical and nurses were beside him to dissuade him.
But the foreign patient was strong, and broke free at once, yelling, swearing, and beating each other in French.
"I killed you - let you shut me up! Let you treat me like this, haha, hahaha!"
He Yu was not feeling well at the time. He was also injured a little that day and was bleeding. Originally, he was bloodthirsty and violent. If he wanted to calm down as soon as possible, he would naturally not be able to see such an intense and crazy scene.
He was irritable in his heart, and he opened his mouth, scolding in French: "Shut up."
He Yu was originally just an unintentional remark when passing by.
But who knows, the madman's face suddenly turned white.
Dingding looked at him as if he had seen something terrible.
The patient's pain still seemed to be rampant in the body, and it was about to burst out of the body in a scream.
But he stared straight at the young man, and he really killed the cry in his throat.
It seemed that there was an invisible giant hand, and with He Yu's "shut up", it really locked his throat.
The medical staff present at the time were stunned.
"You, do you know him?"
"...I don't know." He Yu replied, surprised himself.
This happened on the medical staff's side, and they later thought it should be a coincidence.
But only He Yu realized that it was not.
He looked carefully at the pale face of the patient, at the blue veins that burst out of forbearance.
He suddenly had an uncertain guess in his heart, which spread astonishingly like the morning fog.
After the medical staff dispersed, he walked straight to the gasping patient.
The patient sat, and He Yu stared at him.
In order to confirm his thoughts, he gave the cruelest order in French—
He tentatively said, "Jeveuxquetutesuicides."
Then-
As if a terrifying truth broke through the thick fog.
The patient's id consciousness seemed to be violently resisting, which made his face pale in pain, and his body was swaying slightly.
He Yuyou's mirror-like eyes reflected his struggle.
He was so close to the patient that the patient could smell the blood on him.
After a few seconds, or maybe more than ten seconds, the man raised his hand, and it seemed that he was finally losing ground in the torn with the invisible force.
His eyes were slack, and he raised his hand - he really grabbed his neck! !
He Yu was taken aback. He came to his senses before the other party really strangled him to death, and immediately stopped him—
"Stop. You stop!"
The man then lowered his hand as if he had lost his strength. His tall and burly body seemed to have entered a high-temperature furnace. He collapsed to the ground and almost turned into mud.
After that, He Yu discovered that as long as he smelled his own blood and breathed the mental patient, and then talked to him in an orderly tone, the other party would be unable to control himself and act according to his requirements.
In Chengkang Hospital, he learned about this ability from Xie Qingcheng's mouth, which was called Blood Gu.
At this moment, He Yu fixed his gaze on Xie Qingcheng's face.
The kind of being forced by the blood gu, and trying to break free from the invisible shackles...
He was all too familiar.
Can't go wrong.
Xie Qing presented him... He was also affected by his blood this time! !
Like a sharp sword cutting through fog and darkness.
He Yu's eyes flashed with tiny, trembling beams.
He slowly got up from the ground and murmured, "...Xie Qingcheng, you..."
What made him even more convinced was that Xie Qingcheng, who had always been very calm, even Xie Qingcheng, who could handle those absurd scenes just now, did not dare to meet his eyes at this moment.
Instead, he turned around suddenly, and strode towards the door with a livid face.
Xie Qingcheng's hand was already on the door latch, and he turned the lock with a click.
Then he opened the door and went out.
However, He Yu caught up behind him at this moment, and slammed the classroom door closed again.
One of his hands crossed Xie Qingcheng's face and pressed against the door, while the other hand grabbed Xie Qingcheng's waist involuntarily and forced him to face him.
nothing wrong... nothing wrong...
He Yu's pupils shrunk slightly—
Can't go wrong.
Xie Qingcheng was such a cold person. At this time, the waist that was under his palm was shaking violently.
That trembling was like a butterfly facing his command, losing control, but unwilling, trying to break free from the spider web. It's the trembling that wants to escape the blood gu...
He Yu didn't know what to say for a while.
Surprise, anger, astonishment, excitement, ecstasy, grief... All the incompatible emotions flooded into his mind at this time.
"You... you are..." He Yu looked at the man trapped between his chest and the classroom door.
The man who was always meticulous, stern and tough.
He couldn't believe it, and his voice changed shape: "Are you too?"
"… "
"Xie Qingcheng, are you too?"
The sound is fiercer than the sound, the sound is more mournful, the sound is more crazy, the sound is more desperate.
"you too?!!"
His despair stemmed from his unwillingness to believe that Xie Qingcheng also had mental problems. No matter what, Xie Qingcheng was always a very strong person in his eyes, a person who was very able to control his emotions and mentality.
He's even a doctor.
If such a person will suffer from mental illness under the pressure of society and others do not know it, then what reason does he have to think that the disease can be overcome by the human heart
That is the devil who can defeat Xie Qing and Chengdu.
He Yu gasped and pulled Xie Qingcheng's hair violently, forcing him to look at himself.
The trembling almond eyes met the stagnant peach blossom eyes.
The tip of the nose almost touches the tip of the nose.
Xie Qingcheng heard that the blood on He Yu's body was heavier than anyone who had been smeared with blood before, and the impact was greater.
He Yu's Adam's apple rolled, he looked at him and stroked Xie Qingcheng's hair morbidly.
He tried to calm himself down a little, but he was still shaking.
The emotions hidden in it are more terrifying than when the sound is heard.
His bloody lips were pressed against Xie Qingcheng's slightly panting lips, not even an inch away, he whispered, or in other words, he ordered—
"You tell me."
He held Xie Qingcheng tightly, and He Yu had no doubt that after Xie Qingcheng took off his police uniform today, there would be large bruises on his waist.
He held him tightly, as if trying to grasp a vein of truth out of the slipping quicksand.
There was a fierce light and shadow in his eyes, but his voice became softer and softer. Like Wu Nuo's muttering.
"You tell me. Are you too?"
"..." Xie Qingcheng frowned in pain.
"To be honest, Xie Qingcheng." He Yu wanted to discover the hidden secret from the man's body, his heart was pounding, it was so hot, and his eyes were gradually burning red.
"Are you also mentally ill?"