"Little devil!" The black cat angrily grabbed the crow's hair, pulled his head back, and let him raise his head, revealing his red lips, which made it easier for the black cat to lower his head and bite his lips viciously, that soft touch Always makes people inexplicably a little crazy.
"I should really kill you, do it now." The black cat touched the crow's neck with its hand.
"You can try." The crow hung himself on the black cat contentedly: "Strangle me and drown me in the water."
It seemed that the black cat was really going to do what the crow said, for he did grab the crow by the neck and hold his head in the water. The height of the waterline has exceeded the waist span of two people, and this level of stagnant water is already quite dangerous. But the cruel black cat also made the crow kneel in the water, and pressed his head down, so that his whole body was immersed in the choppy and icy bottom of the water.
It's like... something like this has happened before.
The crow who was forced into the water really experienced the feeling of dying, because the action of the black cat caught him off guard. He choked on his saliva and began to struggle instinctively. He almost opened his eyes underwater. It was a completely different world, and the things in the water looked strange, as if he had left the original reality and went to another beautiful illusion.
In that illusion, the crow is not the current crow, and the black cat is not the current black cat.
The dying seems to really remind the crow of something, that kind of thing called memory, in his mind, like a typhoon passing through his heart, covering his brain, forcing him to remember something, but When the crow thought about it carefully, the typhoon whizzed past again, sweeping away everything, making the crow's brain suddenly blank.
The crow with stagnant thinking has lost his mind at this moment. The constant choking and suffocation gave him a great sense of crisis, just like the instinct of a creature. When he encounters danger, the crow will use all means to deal with it. Protect yourself, then kill the enemy.
The black cat is that enemy.
But the crow has no weapons anymore, and all the things hidden on his body were taken away by the black cat and thrown away. He is still being pressed into the water by the black cat with absolute force, and the air in his lungs is bit by bit If nothing is done, the black cat will really kill him.
The crow opened his eyes wide in the water. He no longer cared about the discomfort that opening his eyes in the water would bring to his eyes. His ears were filled with the sound of water waves flowing. He seemed to have heard what the black cat was saying. But in the sloshing water, the crow couldn't hear what the black cat was saying.
Then the crow saw a fruit knife lying on the ground in the quiet water.
It was as if it was specially prepared for him, because this is an odd-numbered carriage, dirty and messy, with everything in it.
But the fruit knife was a little far away, and he had to swim there, temporarily out of the black cat's grasp, and grab the knife.
out of his grasp.
The black cat felt that the person in his hand became quiet all of a sudden, that kind of person who has been submerged in the water, finally passed out, sucked up the water in his belly, and then passed out... If he was really kept submerged in the water, He would literally drown like that.
The black cat hesitated for a moment, his heart suddenly beat exaggeratedly, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. The black cat doesn't want to die in this carriage. It should be said that the black cat is not a good person. Even if he really wants to die, he will never die here alone. Therefore, at that moment, the black cat really wanted to let the crow With him, the kind that temporarily has to drag one into the water.
But when it came time to make a real move, the black cat began to hesitate again.
He let go of the crow's hand, and let the crow float on the water quietly. After a while, the black cat was a little anxious. He picked up the crow and hugged it in his arms. The pale crow closed tightly The eyes, motionless, looked as if they were really dead.
The black cat pressed the crow's chest, because it was impossible for him to let him lie down because of the special situation. Fortunately, the crow didn't choke on the water for a long time. After pressing his chest and stomach, he spit out a mouthful of water.
The black cat suddenly felt that his frantically beating heart seemed to have calmed down a lot. He tried to hold the person in his arms tightly, but his arms were not strong enough. The crow suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the black cat, and at the same time he kicked the black cat. on the stomach. It is more difficult to use force in the water, but relatively, the impact of the blow is much smaller, but even so, the black cat was kicked away by the crow.
The crow that kicked the black cat away then recoiled and fell into the water again. His whole body was pressed in the water. Now he touched the knife, the fruit knife that suddenly appeared at the bottom of the water for some reason , as if it was a perfect prop prepared early in the morning for this ultimate show.
The black cat over there seemed to be aware of something too. Just before he stood up, he saw the crow pounce on him again, and he could vaguely see a silver light flashing in mid-air.
The black cat's reflex nerves were not covered. At that moment, the body moved sideways to avoid the attack, but it could not avoid the second attack when it avoided the first attack. There was a gash on the cheek.
The crow continued to fight with the knife, and the water was so heavy that even the black cat became less flexible. The crow scratched his body in all directions, and the black cat finally found a chance to catch the crow and hold it. The knife's hand temporarily restrained his movements, but the crow suddenly smiled at the black cat.
The smile at that moment was a bit breathtaking.
The black cat was stunned for a moment, and at that moment, the black cat suddenly realized that the crow had let go of the hand holding the knife, letting the knife fall naturally, and then the crow naturally grabbed the handle of the knife with the other hand , The connection is perfect and beautiful, although the left hand holding the knife is changed, the movement of swinging the knife is no longer so flexible, but such a stab with the knife can still cause a lot of damage.
The black cat had no choice but to let go of the hand that restrained the crow, and the two began to confront each other again.
Time is running out if this goes on.
The crow saw that the waterline had reached the waist and abdomen, and realized that if the battle was not resolved, neither of them would be able to escape. But the black cat is really not easy to deal with. Although the opponent has no memory, his fighting skills are still there. Although he has no weapons, he is always confused by the crow's casual smile.
The crow narrowed his eyes. He knew that the black cat liked him. This was actually an advantage, and it was a huge advantage. However, the other party's character was more cold-blooded, ruthless and cruel, the kind of person who would rather die than drag people into the water , no matter how much you like, the other party still wants to die together.
Beauty tricks and the like don't seem to work, but fighting alone feels weak. Although the black cat is always restrained and unwilling to really hurt the crow, it still can't beat it. So... what to do now? The crow licked his lips and thought about the way out for himself.
"Why do you resist?" The crow said regretfully, "Wouldn't it be better to die?"
"Do you want me to die?" the black cat suddenly asked.
"Of course!" Crow admitted without hesitation: "I can only go out after you die."
"You want to go out?"
"Yeah, I want to go out."
The black cat stopped talking and just looked at the crow. Suddenly he relaxed and stood up, and said to the crow, "Come here."
The crow clenched the knife in his hand, but still passed, walked up to the black cat, and looked up at him. The black cat's eyes are a bit cold, but they are still beautiful, like two dark gems, and they can't move their eyes away when staring at them.
The black cat didn't mind that the crow still had a knife in his hand. He stroked the crow's hair and took him into his arms. The black cat thought for a while, and whispered next to his ear: "I really like you very much."
The crow also hugged the black cat's waist, pressing his face against his chest.
"I like you very much." The black cat repeated, his voice was a little weak: "Even I don't have the slightest memory, but it's strange, this feeling is real."
The crow listened to him in silence. The crow felt that there was also some strange and touched feeling in his heart, which made him obsessed with this man's aura, as if as long as he hugged him, all dangers would disappear.
What a mesmerizing temperament.
"I can be killed by you." The black cat continued, he hugged the crow tightly: "As long as you are willing to like me."
"Then what should I do, say 'I like you'?" The crow laughed softly, but couldn't help rubbing against the black cat again. It was an unconscious act of acting like a baby, but this Even the crow didn't notice it.
The black cat laughed. He said, "Yes, as long as that is the case."
As long as I can hug you and say I like you, then you will answer that you like me. That's good, I'm satisfied.
Because there is nothing else to ask for.
Because the black cat suddenly felt that being able to speak to him was simply the happiest thing in the world. Although I don't know where this inexplicable feeling came from, the black cat still feels very happy and satisfied at the moment.
So the black cat hugged the crow, lay down next to his ear and whispered to him: "Jane—"
The crow paused, and suddenly realized that the black cat called an unfamiliar name. He didn't call the word 'crow', but someone's name, but... whose name was it
The black cat didn't give the crow time to think. The black cat continued, hugging him tightly and saying, "Jane, I like you."
Maybe even the black cat didn't realize who he was calling at that moment.
The crow didn't know either, he just replied instinctively: "I like you too."
The black cat smiled, and he hugged the crow tightly. The crow was not particularly dissatisfied, he just raised the fruit knife in his hand, his task has been completed, now, the water line has risen to his chest, he must quickly kill the black cat, and then get the key.
So he raised the knife in his hand.