I dreamed about the cat again.
The orange one, the one that meows around Sheng Minou's feet... that cat.
Go up the stairs to a dark hallway. Sunlight shines in from the small window at the end, becoming the only light source in the corridor.
The doors on both sides were tightly closed, and most of the residents hadn't returned home at this time.
The soles of the shoes stepped on the concrete floor and stopped in front of the third door on the right side of the corridor.
The door that should have been tightly closed was slightly leaked at this time, and bright light was transmitted through it, condensing into a beam of dazzling white on the pitch-black ground.
Maybe Sheng Minou left too hastily in the morning and didn't pay attention to lock the door. Thinking of this, I held the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.
The room is still clean, the white window screen flutters with the wind, and the airflow blows a strange smell towards me, some fishy, some smelly, which makes me frown unconsciously.
Searching around, I quickly found the source of the smell - a white gift box placed on Sheng Min's bed.
The gift box is neither too big nor too small, just enough to hold a ten-inch cake, tied with a lovely pink ribbon, and a small card is attached to the top.
I know I shouldn't be looking at it. Although I already understood my feelings for Sheng Minou at that time, Sheng Minou just regarded me as a foster brother who grew up together, who was not related by blood, who was a bit clingy and annoying.
He has the right to associate with anyone, to like anyone, and of course, to be pursued by others.
It's normal, it's inevitable. I said this to myself over and over again, repeating this sentence silently. But the strong desire for monopoly and jealousy still hit my heart, making my words and deeds contradictory, so I still chose to pick up that card.
[You seem to like it very much.]
The handwriting on the card is scribbled and wild, and the inscription is the word "Yang".
Qi Yang. I thought of him almost instantly.
Throwing away the card, I gritted my teeth to untie the pink ribbon tied into a perfect bow.
I'd like to see what the hell he's up to!
The ribbons fell apart, and I took a deep breath, cupping the lid with both hands and opening it.
Previously, I imagined some things that might be in the box, such as books, bouquets, or expensive luxury goods, which are generally gifts that match Sheng Mingou.
But I didn't expect that there was a dead cat lying in it.
The small, emaciated orange cat was curled up in the box, its abdomen was sliced open with a sharp knife, its cloudy eyes were half-opened, its long tongue was slanted, and it was unknown how long it had been dead. The unpleasant smell came from its corpse.
This scene had a great impact on me. I froze there because I was so shocked that I didn't move.
Those bloody organs filled the gift box, filled my vision, stirred my nerves, and made my stomach twitch.
I can't help but overlap this cat with my father who died tragically when I was ten years old.
At the funeral, the grown-ups murmured in pity, "It's so pitiful. I heard that the entire lower body was smashed to pieces, and the intestines flowed all over the floor."
"When I was sent to the hospital, the doctor took a look and said it was useless. It's a pity, he has two sons, the youngest is only ten years old..."
"You don't know yet? The older one has no blood relationship with them. It was brought back from the orphanage. Xiangping wanted to send the younger one back after she became pregnant, but Lao Lu refused. Look, it's called Xiang now. Ping raises two sons by herself, how does she live these days..."
"Yeah, even remarrying is difficult, it's too sinful..."
The father in the transparent coffin was surrounded by cheap fake flowers, covered with a bright red brocade quilt, his gray face was lifelike, and he looked better than when he was alive.
Staring at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, with irrelevant gossip pouring into my ears, I looked aside uneasily at Sheng Minou, and quietly held his palm hanging by his side.
He tilted his head and glanced at me, the hand that he would always shake off in the past, but that time I held it tightly and did not move.
The sudden death, the extreme gore, and even the thick liquid oozing out from under the box were like the pool of blood under my dad's hospital bed that day.
I didn't even need to look in the mirror to know how ugly my face must be, and for a few seconds, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath.
But at this moment, my eyes suddenly went dark, and a pair of cool hands covered my eyes from behind.
Goose bumps appeared on the back of my neck in an instant, my heart trembled violently, the lid of the box in my hand fell off, and I struggled subconsciously, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"it's me."
Just two words, the tone was neither urgent nor slow, and there was not even much emotion, but it made me stop all my struggles at once.
"elder brother?"
In the darkness, my constricted heart stretched out little by little strangely. The refreshing scent of soap and a little disinfectant between Sheng Min'ou's fingers overwhelmed the smell of corpses and successfully calmed my chaotic heartbeat.
Fingertips groped for the hand, before I could confirm more, the next moment the hand hooked hard, pressing my eyes and taking me back.
"Go out and stay."
I turned around in a daze, and when the hands in front of me were removed, I realized that I was far away from the bed, and stood facing the door instead.
"elder brother… "
I looked back, Sheng Minou's back was facing me, his tall body completely covered the gift box on the bed.
"Get out." Sheng Minou ordered without looking back, not allowing me to have any objections.
I pursed my lips and retreated to the door.
Teenagers have the worst memory. Although they were so frightened that their hands broke out in cold sweat and they scolded Qi Yang for being crazy thousands of times in their hearts, I couldn't help being curious after standing in the corridor for a while. With the desire to find out, along the crack of the door, he quietly glanced into the room again.
Sheng Minou leaned over and picked up the box cover on the bed. Since his back was facing the door, I couldn't see his expression, but he was obviously not panicked. Unlike me, he didn't seem to be surprised that there would be a dead cat on his bed, and he was surprisingly calm from beginning to end.
He seemed to want to close the lid of the box, but on the way, he suddenly stopped, maintaining a posture without moving, like a well-functioning video recorder suddenly jammed.
His shoulders trembled, and in the silent space, I seemed to hear heavy breathing.
He seemed to be suppressing something, and he seemed to be enduring something, but in the tormenting stalemate, he finally made a choice.
The video recorder was running again, and he moved, put the lid of the box aside, then leaned down even more, and put his hands into the box.
From my perspective, I could only see his hands moving, but I couldn't see what he was doing.
It was a strange behavior, and my suspicions made me all the more eager to find out.
And just when I wanted to push the door wider and look more carefully, Sheng Minou straightened up, turned his body slightly, and put his blood-stained hands in the sun.
The slender and bony palms were turning, and he looked at his hands holding the sun and blood, with unconcealable ecstasy in his eyes.
He was clearly in the light, but his whole body seemed to be surrounded by an inaccessible darkness.
In an instant, my heart returned to that constricted state. Before he found out, I hurriedly looked away, leaning my back against the wall, panting and swallowing.
I thought of the photos in the book, Qi Yang's nonsense, and even the pool of blood that Sheng Minou stood on when my father died...
At that moment, I suddenly understood that killing the cat was not Qi Yang's threat or clamor to Sheng Minou, it was a gift from him, to please, to curry favor.
As Qi Yang said, he knows what he likes.
"...your eyes are like wolves, wild enough."
"Here's where you can scream..."
"Help… "
"Are you going to kill me?"
"...your eyes are like wolves, wild enough."
…
"Here's where you can scream..."
…
"...your eyes are like wolves, wild enough."
…
"Are you going to kill me?"
…
"Help… "
There are repeated conversations next to my ears, which seem to be familiar, but I can't remember what it is.
I searched for the source of the sound in a daze. The dark corridor twisted and deformed, turning into a vortex, sucking me into a piece of scorching lava.
I let out a miserable howl, and the flames ignited on my body, and my skin would be burned.
It was so hot that I almost went crazy, so I could only look for something that could save me, running around blindly.
Just when I felt that I was about to be burned to death, a sea suddenly appeared in front of me, deep blue and cool, and I didn't even want to jump into it.
The fire was quickly extinguished, and I floated on the water, breathing a sigh of relief, but the waves got bigger and bigger, and kept hitting me hard, as if trying to break my skeleton.
swaying waves...
sore muscles…
When I opened my eyes, there was darkness in front of me, and something covered my eyes.
Hesitantly wanting to remove that thing, I further found that my hands were bound, and what was worse, my feet were also bound.
With my hands together and my legs separated, I was fixed in a kneeling position... on what should be a bed.
There were continuous strong impacts from behind, and each blow burned my anger and undermined my dignity as a man.
In this case, I can just think on my knees and understand what happened to me.
"Fuck... your mother..." I cursed hoarsely, my voice was broken by the uncontrollable force, "Scumbag, you, let me go..."
The man behind me didn't shrink back because of my sobriety. On the contrary, his movements became more violent.
The palms holding my hips tightened, as if laughing at my powerlessness, he leaned over and bit the side of my neck, fiercely tearing the flesh of his prey like a beast.
I grunted in pain and gritted my teeth, not allowing myself to make any embarrassing sounds.
There was liquid rolling down his neck, and I had no doubt that it was the blood from his bite.
"You... kind... don't let me know who you are..."
My forehead was pressed against my wrists, and my body kept shaking. Luo Zhengyun's dose of medicine made me unconscious.
Even such a small friction between the skin and the sheets will make me feel unbearable pain.
"I want... ah, kill you..." I was obviously full of hatred, but even I felt powerless when I said it. It's not like a murder warning, but more like a coquettish act on the bed.
The man who violated me didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, only when I scolded badly, he suddenly rushed into the deepest part of my body in a punitive way, taking pleasure in forcing me to scream.
The happier the body, the more shameful the heart.
If I had a knife in my hand, I would stab the man behind me without hesitation, and then I would chop up two taels of meat from his lower body and feed it to the dogs.
The muscles in my thighs were trembling uncontrollably. If the man hadn't forcefully supported me, I was afraid I would have fallen onto the bed immediately.
I regretted waking up in the middle of the process, and it was better for him to rape the corpse than to suffer physically and mentally.
As my body gradually became hot and my mind was far away, I felt like I was going crazy, crazy in this tortured sensual bliss.
The voice of patience finally began to beg for mercy uncontrollably.
"Don't..." I puffed out my chest and leaned back, trying to prop up my body, but halfway through, I was defeated by the violent tsunami-like joy, and fell into the bed trembling.
The unbearable violence exhausted all my physical strength and energy, and I fell into the darkness dyingly, murmuring and repeating the same words incessantly.
"Kill you... bastard..."
The man behind me just stroked my sweaty back from bottom to top, grabbed the back of my neck, and unmoved, launched another offensive.
I must cut this grandson into pieces.
At the end of consciousness, this is my only thought.