Samuel lit a cigarette, resting his head lazily on Schneider's lap. They were two and a half naked, lying under a shabby shack on the roof platform of the warehouse building in the east area of the forbidden city. This has become the place where the two of them "tryest" twice a week, a very safe place due to the remote location and the curfew at night.
Samuel let out a puff of smoke, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, "I never imagined that I would end up with Chief Guard Tangtang."
Schneider's eyes looked at the pale moonlight between the distinct layers of clouds, and there was a cigarette burning between his fingers, which belonged to Samuel. The red of lust has not yet faded from his cheeks, and only a thin shirt is draped over his shoulders.
It's summer now, and it doesn't feel cold.
"You want Ethan Eldridge to be sitting in my seat now?" The questioning sentence was half-declarative.
Samuel gave him a strange look, and sneered a little dryly, "Am I so obvious?"
"You can tell from the gritted look on your face every time you talk about that priest."
Samuel sighed angrily and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not blind, I don't like Ethan's dry Beta." After he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled badly and slapped it with his hand. Raging Schneider, "Are you jealous?"
Schneider patted his hand and pulled the clothes on his shoulders. I can't even tell what it feels like.
"You saw James Moore through him, didn't you?"
Samuel was stunned for a second, then sat up suddenly, turned around and stared at Schneider, "You investigate me?"
Schneider calmly greeted the latter's angry eyes with a bit of provocation in his eyes, "Yes, I have investigated you."
"You..." Schneider stared at him for a while, but didn't know what to blame. Thinking about it carefully, when he was chasing his ex-boyfriend, didn't he also search for his information on various social networking sites, look at the photos he posted, and secretly listen to the songs he wrote? Thinking about it this way, I actually felt that there was a strong contrast to the chief guard who always looked stern when he did such a thing.
He then laughed helplessly, "For the sake of you being such an idiot, I don't care about you anymore."
"You entered the forbidden city for that person?" Schneider asked.
The question pierced the deepest wound in Samuel's heart like a knife without warning. His smile froze on his face, and he threw the cigarette out of his hand violently. An awkward silence spreads among the shadows cast by the surrounding plastic storage bins.
"You were famous at the time. In order not to find out your true gender, you always kept a low profile. However, you suddenly attacked a high-level executive of a famous entertainment company that had nothing to do with you, and even cut people to pieces. Your normal behavior patterns are so different. So I checked the executive director and found out about your first love."
He didn't say anything next, because Samuel already knew what he had found.
James Moore has some talent, but not enough talent to give him the capital to be an unreasonable person. However, James is an introverted personality and is not very good at things. Although he looks handsome, he is not ranked in the entertainment industry at all. He doesn't like to be in the limelight in front of people, he only likes to play the piano and write songs at home, and he doesn't know how to make contacts outside, and he doesn't have many friends with him.
The first time Samuel met him was when he was drinking at a bar with a few brothers who were boxing in the same club, and saw him sitting alone on the stage, playing guitar and singing a song he had written. He wears a pair of glasses, his light brown hair blows softly on his forehead, and he wears a simple and clean shirt, which is out of tune with the noisy environment below. His eyebrows were downcast, and he wore a layer of detached melancholy. Even if no one was really listening to him, he sang with great devotion, like dancing in an empty room.
Later, when he sang a part of sitting in the corner to rest, Samuel offered to buy him wine. His flattered expression looked very cute.
Samuel has a lot of Yingying and Yanyan beside him. Which Omega doesn't love him, a man with alpha aura and handsome looks like an idol? But Samuel grew up living a lie and was used to keeping a distance from everyone. Sometimes he would bring some Omegas home in order to perform for the people around him, but the love that didn't involve the sincerity and all the precautions made him always feel empty in his heart, and sometimes he felt very lonely.
But everything changed after meeting James. This Omega is probably the least active he has ever seen. After leaving his contact information, he thought he would receive his text message that night, but he waited a week and didn't get it. In the end, he ran to the bar to stay and finally saw him again. He invited him out to dinner, to a movie, to a concert, and the other party sometimes seemed a little overwhelmed, but it was this rare simplicity that tickled Samuel's heart.
It's no surprise that James would fall in love with Samuel, and few single Omegas can turn him down for long. However, his clumsy method of showing love has also fascinated Samuel. For example, a delicious meal was delivered to James' club, but was dismissed by the receptionist as an ordinary fanatical fan, so he had to leave the meal at the front desk with red ears; or he wanted to prepare a birthday present for him, take your own The easily saved money bought Samuel the boxing gloves he had always wanted, and as a result he couldn't even pay next month's rent, was scolded every time he saw the landlord, and threatened to sue the ethics court to reduce his salary. Moral value, he had no choice but to hide and live at Samuel's house for a few days. Even so, he refused to let Samuel pay the rent for him, and went to the bar day and night to sing. Fortunately, one of his songs was valued by a singer and earned two months' rent.
James had written him songs and sang it to him on the windowsill and played guitar on their anniversary. At that time, Samuel suddenly felt that this person could be trusted. He told James his real gender.
At first James was shocked, his expression and Samuel had only one thought for a moment: it was over.
He'll tell the story, sell it to the newspaper, and then he'll be caught by the ethics tribunal for identification.
But in the next moment, James hugged him and said to him: It's been hard to pretend for so many years, right
Similarly, James quickly accepted his real gender, and even offered to keep their relationship a secret to reduce the attention they might attract. This frail-looking Omega always shocked him.
The days that followed were happy, they dated, lived together, quarreled, reconciled, adopted a yellow puppy together, like every couple. They spray a lot of alpha disguise on each other's bodies during their estrus, try their best to take care of their partner like a real Alpha, and because they are Omegas, they understand their partner's needs better.
Then there was a haze of happiness.
James excitedly told him one day that an executive director of the famous entertainment company Cyrus had taken a fancy to several of his works and planned to sign with him. The director also heard about his work in a certain nightclub, and it is said that he liked it very much, so he made an interview time with him at that time.
Samuel felt a little uneasy at the time, and always felt that this was too lucky. But seeing James so excited and happy, he couldn't bear to fight, just cheered with him, and took him to the two of them's favorite steakhouse.
Later, James successfully signed the contract, and he was busy and energetic every day. He went to the company early in the morning with a song he was proud of, and came back later and later in the evening. He would often mention the director and how he cared for him. It was the first time someone understood his work in this way. Samuel would get jealous if he talked too much, and then he would take him to bed and give him a hard reminder of who his partner was. James joked that he was a jealous jar, saying that there were so many Omegas in the company that were better-looking than him, so people wouldn't like him to this level.
But Samuel always felt uneasy. He began to fly the aircraft to pick James home every day, and he didn't care whether he would be photographed by the paparazzi robot.
He thought that would be fine, as long as James was happy.
Then, at the year-end reception that year, something went wrong. James didn't go home overnight, and the capsule could not be contacted. He kept saying that the other party's capsule was closed. Samuel reassured himself that maybe he and his friends were out partying, but he still drove the aircraft to the hotel where their reception was held. However, the hotel staff told him that the reception had already ended.
He then asked angrily whether the executive director had opened a room in the hotel. The other party said that everyone had left and no one stayed.
Could it be a different place to play? Could it be that James is home now? He rushed home and found the room still empty.
He galloped through the space station like a headless fly, stopping to search every nightclub that was still open. But got nothing. In the early morning, he was exhausted, and finally returned home dejectedly, ready to report the crime.
Just then, James came back. The moment Samuel opened the door, James fell into his arms and passed out.
Samuel was stunned, and the big purple-red teeth marks on James' neck made him chill. His most cherished lover was in disarray, his suit wrinkled and his shirt buttons almost torn off, unable to hide his thin, scarred chest. His wrists were all bound with marks, and even had deep wounds, blood sticking to his fair skin, which was extremely dazzling.
He hugged James and couldn't believe that he could not protect the person in his arms, and let such a terrible thing happen.
James was only in a coma for a short moment, and when he woke up, he began to cry silently. Samuel tried to hug him, but he shrank back into the corner, shivering, crying and asking if he could just leave him alone.
Samuel's heart was broken. He watched Omega cry helplessly in the corner, watched him limping to the bathroom, watched him rub his skin red and oozing blood, watched him as if he had lost his soul and didn't eat He doesn't drink water, and hides in the bedroom every day in depression, even his own touch will make his whole body tremble. Fear pervaded those blue pupils, like a brand that could never be erased.
The hatred in Samuel's heart quickly took root and grew into a thorn in the sky. He's going to make the man who hurt James pay.
But he knew that this retribution could not come from the ethics court, because Cyrus's network was too wide, and of course there were their people in the ethics court, otherwise, how did the artists in his company get out of trouble before? He needs to do it himself.
He is not a hothead, but has his own plans. But one thing's for sure, he didn't intend to keep that executive director alive from the start. He bought chainsaws, drills, ropes, cauldrons, caustic potions, etc., and stored them in three temporarily rented out-of-the-way apartments. Lay plastic sheets and sound insulation boards, and seal the doors and windows. He then messaged the man with James' capsule.
Murder is actually very simple, especially when the difference between money and status is removed, and only the most primitive physical strength is used to fight. Samuel's physique is only a warrior who has been trained since he was a child, and most of the Alphas in the world are not his opponents. He beat the man to the point of bruising his nose and face, then tied him to a chair and cut off the sinful organs of the beast. He listened to him wailing and screaming, promising him money again and again, apologizing in tears, begging for forgiveness, and humbly prostrate at his feet. But it wasn't enough, he still hated in his heart, and the thought of James' lost eyes made him tremble with pain.
He forced the man to tell how he drugged James' wine, how he took him out of the hotel and into another hotel in the name of sending him home, how he tied James up and brutally abused him . This is not the first time he has done this. In the company, many artists with no background have been bullied by him, but they have nowhere to complain. He has their contract in hand, no one can afford the high liquidated damages, he can hide the poor lambs who resist him at will, so that they can't make a penny for several years in a row, and finally have to climb Come back and beg him.
Samuel couldn't listen anymore, and he slashed the throat of the once powerful man with a knife.
Everything after that was very vague in his memory. He dismembered the corpse calmly, smashed the bones, put them in batches in specially made cauldrons, and then used the caustic potion to dissolve the corpse into a puddle of greasy sticky substance. Then pour into the sewer. In order not to hurt the pipeline, he even filled the corpse into a bucket, and later drove the aircraft to deal with it elsewhere.
It's all time-consuming, but it doesn't matter, he has already asked the club for leave, saying that he will go back to his hometown to see his sick father. In order to appear realistic, he even actually bought a ticket to the sixth space station, and then took the opportunity to slip away after boarding, making sure that the airline left his boarding record.
He washed the plastic sheets and floors on the ground with bleach, carefully took off his gloves and raincoat, and burned them in a pot with the plastic sheets. Before leaving, he checked everything and made sure it was clean before leaving.
He poured the corpse liquid into the septic tank in the slum, and the moment he finished, he felt extremely relaxed and happy.
Yes, he had no regret or fear of killing someone. Just incredibly fun.
Yet he was still caught. Apparently the pervert had videotaped him assaulting James, so the police suspected James on the head and arrested him. Apparently, Samuel was negligent in the process of dissolving the body. Someone in the apartment found that the water pipe was blocked, and a piece of pelvic bone was found inside. DNA firmly determined that the deceased was the missing executive director, and then it was found that the last contact of the deceased before the accident was James. That pretty much convicted James.
So in order to clear James' suspicion, Samuel turned himself in.
After being convicted, he saw the scene of his heartbroken father sitting in the hearing bench and weeping silently, and seeing James' desperate and frightened eyes without any joy of revenge, he finally had a trace of doubt in his heart, doubting the decision he made. is it right or not.
But on the other hand, he felt it was worthwhile to trade his otherwise glorious life for a happy revenge. He even thought it was a noble sacrifice.
A month later, James established a relationship with another Alpha.
Samuel knew that he should not blame James, because he was on the verge of collapse at the time, and was later arrested and interrogated. He was forced to watch the video of his most painful night, and he had already developed severe depression symptoms. . But he, who was supposed to take care of him and comfort him by his side, entered the forbidden city like this, never see him again in this life, and left him alone in the dark.
There is another person willing to take care of James, he should rest assured, right? But why is he so angry, so angry? Want so... Destruction
In fact, as early as the moment he entered the forbidden city, he had already lost his James, didn't he? Why does it feel so real until now
Now, James' name has become a pain he doesn't want to mention. Night after night of insomnia, no matter what he thinks, there is no way to modify this doomed ending.
Now, all of a sudden, all this past was turned over to him again. He burst into tears unwittingly.
It turned out that three years later, just a name still makes him so painful.
A large and even a little rough hand gently wiped away his tears with a bit of pity. At this moment, Schneider took off his formal and solemn disguise, and his eyes melted into serious warmth.
"He's doing fine now, seeing a psychiatrist on a regular basis and recovering well. His partner is a doctor, he's been nice to him, and they have a baby," Schneider whispered. The sacrifice is worth it."
Schneider didn't tell Samuel James that he cut his wrists after he entered the city and only met the doctor after he was taken to the hospital. He thinks it doesn't matter anymore.
Hearing this sentence, for some reason, Samuel suddenly couldn't bear it any longer, fell on Schneider's shoulder, and burst into tears.
In three years, this was the first time he cried so happily.
It turned out that he had been waiting for someone to tell him such a sentence.