In the middle of the night, the moon arched out of the cloud, and only half of it was revealed shyly and timidly.
The exposed half of the month is like the dark side of a piece of jade.
The night bugs outside the window were chatting in a rustling manner, undisturbed by the fine sounds coming from the house.
A glass of water was placed on the bedside table, and as the unknown source swayed, it oscillated into a circle of ripples.
Under a slight impact, the transparent glass slipped to the side and down, seeing that it reached the edge of the cabinet, and there was a risk of overturning at any time.
The cup surface and the water cup intersect, forming a small mirror, which is reflected on the side of the pillow. There is a pair of hands, and the fingertips are staggered and overlapped up and down.
The palms are sweaty, so the grip is not very stable.
In the scorching body temperature, the skin was roasted and reddened, and the junctions of the fingers were all burnt red, and the color looked fragile and abnormal.
A pair of hands are wrestling with each other, blending with each other between affection and innocence.
The blue veins on the backs of the fingers rise up separately, but one side is braking, for fear of hurting the other side, but the other side is unreservedly adding force, and it is only willing to give up if the other side is firmly controlled.
With a bit of force, the belt buckle of the suit trousers, which repeatedly swayed and slapped the hip bone, made an unusually clear metallic sound.
With a shallow and provocative "ah", the hand pressed down was pulled away, and the person who made the sound above was tightly embraced.
Because the distance was too close, both of them deeply felt the moment when the other was in love at the same time.
And at this moment, the insects outside the window were silent for a moment.
The moon turns off the lights, and the scene turns dark.
The operation of the entire world stopped for a moment because of this moment, and then it returned to normal.
Nan Zhou turned over and got off Jiang Fang.
With his movement, a bead of sweat that had been hanging from the end of his hair was shaken, fell straight down, and with a tick, tapped on Jiang Fang's collarbone, splashing fine water.
Jiang Fang brought a glass of clear water on the bedside table and brought it to Nan Zhou's dry lips.
Nan Zhou naturally grabbed the cool and hard side of the cup, and any line of clear water quenched the wildfire that was spreading on him.
When he was concentrating on drinking water, Jiang Fang tucked a strand of sweaty black hair behind his ear for him, and then kissed his temple: "This will also be comfortable. I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Nan Zhou answered frankly, "Yes."
Nanzhou has excellent physical strength, and Jiang Fang
It seems like he has been grinding for a long time, and he does not feel tired.
Combining with the experience of sleeping with Jiang Fang last time, Nan Zhou felt that he was on top, that is, he took the initiative and was the dominant party. Naturally, he had to learn from Jiang Fang and take care of him more.
He moved his legs and wanted to get out of bed and cleaned up Jiang Fang, but he took a breath when he moved: "... sigh."
He looked down.
In his thigh position, the base of the leg and the gold leg ring together frame a small enclosed area.
At this time, the area was rubbed so that it glowed a large swath of bright red, and against the background of the snow-like skin around it, it was even more gorgeous.
It doesn't hurt to rub, though, it's just weird.
Nan Zhou straightened his waist, buckled his belt, and started walking.
Jiang Fang held his head and asked him, "Where are you going?"
Nan Zhou: "Clean you up."
Jiang Fang looked down and found that Nan Zhou had also been "dirty" by himself.
Suit pants are not very resistant to dirt, and you can vaguely recognize the traces of the look that have been smeared.
However, Nanzhou didn't notice this, and still stood in front of Jiang Fang with a magnanimous face.
Jiang Fang neither reminded nor stopped him, he put his chin on the arms that were stretched out, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes, blinking, and speaking with a coquettish nasal voice: "I like it. you."
Nan Zhou nodded: "Hmm."
Then he went into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the faucet.
His face was always light, so no one knew what kind of magnificent waves those four words were generating in his heart.
While twisting the towel, there was a sudden knocking sound outside the half-closed door.
"Ah, I forgot to ask." Jiang Fang outside the door smiled, "Mr. Nan, do you like me?"
Nan Zhou faced the end of his red and pretty eyes in the mirror, raised his hand and stroked it.
He remembered that Jiang Fang had asked him this question on the first night he came here.
At the time, his answer was, "You're not weird, but I want to go down with you."
That's what he thought at the time.
And now, he has a new idea.
Nan Zhou did not speak, but Jiang Fang leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for his reply.
After a long silence, he finally received a response from there.
To be precise, it is not an answer, but a rhetorical question: "I like
What is a person like? "
Jiang Fang's eyelashes moved, and the corner of his mouth raised a little smile.
This question itself is enough to make Jiang Fang like it.
The last time he asked, Nan Zhou didn't have a deep-rooted interest in the concept of "like".
But now he has doubts.
Thus, it is very…
Jiang Fang was about to think about it, when a harsh alarm sounded suddenly in his mind.
Nan Zhou couldn't hear this sound.
For him, it was still the sound of insects and the murmur of wind.
Jiang Fang's expression did not change, he continued to close his eyes and rested his head on the cold wall, as if the sound did not exist to him.
An unexpected hijacking incident is taking place in a community of mildly ill patients.
The neck of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties was blocked by the blood-covered Tang and Song Dynasties with the tip of a piece of porcelain that shattered the water cup.
The workers who work here are all mentally ill, either overreacting, curled up in the corner, shivering, babbling in tears, or lying numbly by the window, holding the iron railings in their arms, watching the chaos intently .
The situation is simple.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, who newly joined the settlement and became a glorious textile factory worker, reported to the factory manager in the morning that Tang and Song Dynasties might have been "abnormal residents" who pretended to be sick and infiltrated the town.
Naturally, the factory did nothing and sent people to investigate.
Tang Song answered their questions back and forth at first, but a few minutes later, without warning, he suddenly exploded, using the bloody bandage hidden in the quilt to break the neck of the person who came.
Immediately, he kidnapped Yuan Mingqing who had no time to escape.
Facing the factory management staff who heard the alarm sound and fanned out, Tang Song supported the broken body with one leg and waved the tiles in his hands like a madman: "You mentally ill people, get away from me! "
Yuan Mingqing was in his arms, like an obedient puppet, and he let him pull like a still water.
But in his hand behind his back, there is also a piece of broken porcelain.
A factory manager held a loudspeaker and shouted in front: "Intruder, put down our friend. If you don't hurt him, we can let you go."
Facing the iron barrel-like encirclement, Tang Song's heart sank more and more.
Yuan, Ming and Qing's observations over the past few days are correct.
The factory is heavily guarded
, the staff is sufficient, the walls are covered with power grids, the warning bells extend in all directions, the Quartet responds quickly, and it is orderly like a precision computing machine.
Even if they refused to take risks, without using props, there was no chance of them escaping and finding the "Cube Ark".
In this way, their risky move is the only shortcut they can take at the moment.
After confirming this, Tang Song felt at ease.
He laughed miserably: "Stop lying to me. When I let him go, you will kill me and use my body for experiments—"
"I want you to die, all of you! Die together!"
After releasing the harsh words, Tang Song took advantage of the gap between breaths and let the voice slip past Yuan Mingqing's ears: "Kill me."
He felt Yuan Mingqing's body visibly tremble in his arms.
"Hurry up, kill me, don't let me fall into the hands of those people alive." Tang Song said with a trembling voice at the end, "... Also, my legs are really hurting and I can't stand."
"Please, my... friend."
Yuan Mingqing exhaled heavily from his nose.
At the end of his breath, his left hand was already holding the porcelain piece, and he went around the back of his head. Without hesitation, he pushed the sharp blade diagonally upwards!
Probably because the distance was too close, the touch of Tang Song's neck flesh opening under his palm was unbearably clear.
A hot blast shot straight to the back of his neck.
Tang Song seemed unable to understand the occurrence of this accidental attack. He stared straight ahead, his body swayed and spasmed for a while, and then he let go of his control over Yuan, Ming and Qing.
… When he fell, the tip of the porcelain piece in his hand avoided the neck of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
At the moment when the control was relaxed, Yuan Mingqing took a few steps forward and fell to his knees in the dust on the ground.
Because of the excessive force, the tiger's mouth in the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties was also torn apart by the glass.
But he turned a blind eye to it.
While bowing his head and gasping for breath, he called out his menu.
The avatars of teammates belonging to Tang Song were completely dimmed.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties reached out his hand in the void, and symbolically stroked the head frame, but only found blood and ashes on his hand.
There was a commotion all around, and he couldn't hear it clearly.
All he knew was that he was pulled aside by someone nearby and placed on a hard bench casually.
I don't know how long it took to be noisy, and the surrounding
It got quiet.
He looked up and found that Tang Song's body had been pulled away.
...leaving a pool of red and black blood on the ground.
Yuan Mingqing bowed his head again for a long time, and devoted himself to playing a poor character who was forced to kill.
Until he saw the toe of a pair of cloth shoes appeared in front of him.
He raised his head in confusion.
In front of them was the middle-aged man who looked like a priest who had welcomed them into the town on the platform.
The priest gave him some gentle reassurance.
When Yuan Mingqing's body trembled gradually less, he asked softly: "I remember, he came in with you, why did you report him?"
"He lied to me, he wanted to kill me. I always doubted, I doubted everything." Yuan Mingqing was neurotic and muttered to himself, "I made many wrong judgments before and hurt a lot of people, but I didn't expect that , I didn't expect... This time, he really wants to harm me, this town, and everyone... I can't allow it, I won't—"
Speaking of this, the extreme expansion of humiliation and anger made Yuan Mingqing's voice tremble.
The priest sighed with relief and regret, and persuaded again, saying that it was not his fault and that everything would be fine.
After Yuan Mingqing seemed to have completely calmed down, he planned to get up and leave.
"Wait." Yuan Mingqing stopped the priest's voice a little dry, "I think, see 'God'."
The priest showed some surprise: "Why?"
Yuan Mingqing said: "I killed people. I... have nowhere else to go. I want to serve the town better. This is my home."
The priest did not speak, as if weighing something.
Yuan Mingqing raised his face at the right time, and his expression was mixed with just the right amount of confusion and unease: "...don't the 'God' agree with what I did? I exposed him and protected everyone, is it wrong? "
The priest gently patted him on the shoulder: "Son, if you have such a heart, 'God' will definitely want to see you."
Yuan Mingqing lowered his head, his expression still frustrated.
The priest really couldn't bear to see him look like this, and his voice was softer: "Well, I will tell 'God' what happened today. I think he will definitely want to listen to your heart."
Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties
Staring directly at the three-foot gray ground in front of him, bloodshot eyes flashed from his normally calm eyes.
Just from his calm tone, no one could see the hatred hidden under the bushes of hair: "Thank you... Thank you."
After saying this, he raised his head, and his face was calm again, except that the surrounding eyes were slightly red.
He looked at the bright moon in the sky.
Fortunately, the night of the full moon is almost here.
And at the same moment Yuan Mingqing looked at the moon, Jiang Fang opened his eyes.
He was about to show a smile, but when he saw Nan Zhou, who had walked out of the bathroom and stood quietly beside him, he changed his expression to a gentle gentleman's smile: "So soon?"
Nan Zhou asked him, "Who are you talking to?"
Jiang Fang shrugged: "No one."
Nan Zhou: "I saw your lips moving just now."
Jiang Fang: "I'm just thinking about what to eat for you tomorrow."
Nan Zhou did not say he believed it, nor did he believe it.
He led Jiang Fang to the window, pushed him to sit on the window sill, and under the natural moonlight outside the window, wiped the traces he left on his lower abdomen and the grooves on his belly for him.
As he moved, he asked, "Do you have anything to hide from me?"
Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou's spin and still replied, "No."
Nan Zhou raised his face and looked at Jiang Fang.
It wasn't that he found nothing.
When he saw the map drawn by the senior, Jiang Fang was dizzy for a while.
Taking this incident as a critical point, his expression and demeanor have undergone subtle changes.
Jiang Fang was very familiar with this astonishingly large hotel, and could find all kinds of little things in it, playing cards, table knives, and perfume.
Jiang Fang, who clearly said that he was afraid, could leave the hotel and find fruit for him alone.
as well as…
Nan Zhou recalled that when the senior took them back to the hotel, the two looked at each other in the rearview mirror.
Nan Zhou gently wiped the water in his groin for him: "If there is, you must tell me in advance."
Jiang Fang smiled gracefully: "Of course."
He put his hands on his side, looked down at Nanzhou, and asked, "What if, really?"
Nan Zhou's hand stopped for a while, but he did not choose to meet Jiang Fang's eyes: "If..."
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