How Many Tomorrows There Are

Chapter 80: The Master said to report complaints directly

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Zi once said: repay grievances with straightness, and repay virtue with virtue.

It is impossible for Brett to repay grievances with kindness. When someone slapped him on the left cheek, he still slapped him with the right cheek. It's just that "straightness" is hard to grasp.

"Zhi" is connected with "value", which means a considerable consideration, an appropriate amount of consideration. The question is, what is "appropriate"? Everyone has their own standards of good and evil. Some people understand it as "equivalent and equivalent", and the most common examples are "a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, a murder for a life", "violence against violence". Some people disagree, because violence only breeds violence. For example, people who find obscenity in childhood become criminals when they grow up, and people who suffered domestic violence when they were young do things to their relatives and children. When violence becomes the armor of inertia, kindness ceases to exist.

For love and possession, Hodge transformed Brett. Is Brett going to retaliate against him in his own way and transform Hodge in the same way? He obviously hates and hates all behaviors that do not respect personal freedom and independent will, so he will never use this method.

Reporting complaints directly is not a purely economic account, not a purely numerical equation. It’s like stealing a hundred dollars. In addition to returning the person’s hundred dollars, there must also be appropriate punishments. There must be different punishment methods according to the perpetrator’s age and criminal record. One hundred dollars is so complicated, let alone stealing love

Steal the other party's love? But he seems to have had...

Destroy what he cares most about? Looks like it's me...

This is still a situation without analyzing feelings, Brett interrogated his heart, trying to figure it out.

The picture flashed quickly, I stabbed Hodge to cry one by one, tasted the extremely soft taste between my lips, pressed the warmth of his palm, was afraid of my anxiety when I was angry, warned myself to stay away from the jealousy of other players, and That "I love you" that blurted out...

Offering a reward of 10,000 gold Galleons, I beg the Order of the Phoenix or Death Eaters to give me a forgetful one!

Why should I remember so clearly! Sure enough, men are all big trotters, animals with lower body thinking, there is no good thing!

He had to admit that the days of "falling in love" with Hodge were probably the happiest and most comfortable time since he came to this world. You see, the escape career went smoothly, and love was extremely nourishing. He naturally enjoyed the convenience brought by Hodge's identity, used his trust to wash away his suspicions, enjoyed his body, and got his heart.

On the one hand, this made him eager to try and harbor malice, on the other hand, it made him feel unbearable and terrified.

Even now that he has seen the truth clearly, Brett has no doubts that Hodge's love for him is real, but he has not given much thought to Hodge... this one.

He dare not.

Oh, what a mess!

God didn't give Brett more time, even though he was reluctant, the search and rescue team carefully removed the wreckage above him, made a hole for him to come in and out, and rescued him.

"Bright!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Brett's body froze. He pretended to be tired and opened his eyes slightly to hide his discomfort with weakness.

Hodge ran closer, keeping a distance of two meters, because the medical staff were examining Bright. He was worried about fractures, internal bleeding and other injuries invisible to the naked eye. Even if he wanted to rush over to hug Bright immediately, he would not Hold back.

Brett pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly, his eyes were half closed, Hodge's face was pale and haggard, he probably hadn't rested for more than a day, his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were very bright, making his whole face glow , looking into it is like entering the bright galaxy.

Brett's heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

At that moment, he forgot their status, their love and hatred, their future entanglement fate.

Just looking at those black, pure eyes that seem to have starlight.

While Brett was stunned by the completely different eyes, the medical staff completed the preliminary examination and told him that there was no serious problem. They looked at each other, and couldn't believe that someone was safe and sound under such an explosion.

"It's a miracle," they said.

"Yeah, a miracle." Hodge showed a relieved smile, and that smile made Brett think of a word.

holy.

Brett had gone to the church to do volunteer work a long time ago, and just happened to meet an art exhibition with religious themes, so he stopped by. There are many works in history praising the benevolent lover of God, and the oil paintings often depict his demeanor, demeanor and charm. In those works, God is undoubtedly the main character, and the one who is saved is a foil, a supporting role, and exists to set off the greatness of God.

But there was one that impressed Brett very much. God had only one back, and he was bending over and reaching out to pull a sinner out of the flood. The man was shackled with shackles on his hands and feet, as if a demon was pulling him deep into the water. He held God's hand tightly with one hand, and clasped his shoulder with the other. The expression on his face contained gratitude and joy, the joy of escaping from birth, and the fear of being in a desperate situation that could not fade away in time.

The expression of the person in the oil painting coincided with that of Hodge at this time.

The way Hodge looked at himself was exactly the same as the way a rescued person looked at God.

It seems to be saying: Thank God for saving me. I will become the Lamb of God, sacrifice myself, and take away the sins of the world.

I can easily destroy him, revenge is no longer a problem.

The thought made Brett shudder.

After confirming that there were no serious injuries, Hodge couldn't wait to rush to Brett, hugged him tightly, and said in a choked voice, "I thought I lost you forever."

Brett's hands didn't move. Fortunately, others thought that he might have no strength just out of danger, so they didn't have any doubts.

He has no restraints anymore, the bracelet is just a symbolic buckle on his hand, Hop and the pet dog are safe, Hodge has no defense against him... As long as he wants, he can easily twist the neck of the nobleman and give himself Revenge, set the whole thing ablaze, and walk away.

Hodge didn't notice Brett's killing intent, he pressed his cheek against Brett's, and didn't care about the soot and ashes on his skin, Brett felt some liquid along the place where they were close Slide down, first hot, then lukewarm, gradually getting colder.

It should not be saliva. He wondered wildly.

"Fool..." You never quite got me.

Brett sighed and hugged Hodge back, slowly tightening it, with increasing force, as if he wanted to crush Hodge's bones, but the latter didn't care at all, but responded eagerly, grabbing his clothes with his fingers, like The man in the water hugged the driftwood.

Brett was a little at a loss, even though he couldn't see Hodge's expression in this posture, he could still feel the heat and intensity of that emotion, and his heart trembled again.

He is not afraid of scumbags who do evil, scumbags who hate him, or scumbags who pervert him, but he is afraid of scumbags who love him.

Hugged with his lover, Hodge wanted to kiss Brett, and naturally went to his lips.

This big crowd...

Brett turned away uncomfortably, and under the puzzled eyes of the other party, said: "I'm a little dirty..." He ate a lot of ashes in the explosion, and his mouth was dry and astringent.

Hodge let go of him and let the medical staff go as fast as they could. The rescue team continued to clean up the wreckage, but Hoppe's body had not yet been dug up. He left the scene with Brett.

After another toss, Brett supplemented nutrition and water, and conducted further examinations, confirming that apart from some contusions and bruises, he was fine, and he could be cured with just a little medicine. The doctor suggested resting for two more days.

The program team received the news and sent someone to make basic inquiries. After all, this matter involved a popular star, and malicious competition by the contestants could not be ruled out. The program team was also very concerned.

Bright replied: "I went into the building, got into a fight, didn't see Hope, and then the whole place exploded, and I was lucky enough to be close to the load-bearing wall, and I was able to hide quickly, but I was buried under it. in the hole."

After all the other people left, only Brett and Hodge were left in the room. Brett was worried, he pretended to be his usual appearance, held Hodge in his arms, and waited quietly.

Hodge was probably very tired. After briefly touching Brett's lips, he lay down next to him and fell into a deep sleep, leaving Brett alone to face the bloody storm in the spiritual world.

The feeling of touching lips is both familiar and strange. It is familiar because they have done it countless times. He knows Hodge’s touch, breath and taste very well. The strangeness is because of his mood, a little resisting, a little embarrassed, a little mean. I am secretly happy, but also feel sad that I have fallen into such a situation.

After Brett was rescued, without his reminder, Hodge began to launch a vigorous revenge action. He carefully studied Hope's kidnapping case, especially the source of the bomb, and found that the suspect had indeed left some clues.

I have to say that once Hodge gets serious, it will be unstoppable. Even the detective clicked his tongue a few times, secretly admiring the other party's resourcefulness and alertness. He analyzed the model of the bomb from the dismembered corpse and the wreckage of the explosion at the scene, locked down several suspects, arrested them and interrogated them one by one, and traced the clues to find out the suspicious people.

The result was unexpected and reasonable.

The man behind the scenes is actually the most trusted butler of the inner city people and Pierce's father. You don't need to guess the motive. In order to help his son win the championship, he killed the most threatening No. 199, and the rest is nothing to worry about.

The detective said: "Before I found out that forces from outside the city were infiltrating the program group. The situation was more serious than we expected. It turned out that it was not only the army, but also the housekeeper. This is logical. After all, his son participated in the program. After all, he is the biological father and son." .”

Detective faintly represents the attitude of most inner city people. Although they are annoyed at the steward's handling of the belongings of the inner city people, they still prefer to settle the matter. Naturally, the steward has to pay a certain price, but after all, he has worked hard for the inner city all his life. There is hard work without credit, and it is not easy to deal with it casually. They didn't fully realize at this time, or they discovered but didn't care, what Bright meant to Hodge.

Hodge had no expression on his face, and his voice was indifferent: "What did the director say?"

"The director said that the person who made the bomb had committed suicide in fear of guilt. It cannot be confirmed that this matter is related to the housekeeper, let alone that No. 56 did it. It does not constitute malicious competition."

Of course he didn't care, the program team received a large investment.

Hodge fell into silence. The curly-haired detective saw that his expression was getting colder and colder, and said: "Let me take over the follow-up of the explosion scene. I am always worried if the body of the hostage is not found. I hope that he is dead. It will be settled once and for all, so as not to worry about it later." They will come and threaten No. 199."

"Thank you."

Brett saw Hodge staring at Zhinao all day long, and persuaded him: "Don't be too busy, let's eat." He cooked a table of dishes to celebrate his life after the catastrophe, which was a blessing in disguise.

Hodge squeezed his brows to deal with his negative emotions and avoid letting it affect the atmosphere between the two of them.

"I'll make him look good in the next game." Brett served Hodge soup, pretending to be relaxed.

Hodge smiled: "He won't survive the eleventh issue."

The author has something to say: Brett loves and hates Hodge, Chip's hatred must be avenged, but his nature is still kind, and he is very restrained in revenge. One is that his nature is like this, and he sticks to morality; the other is that even if he is very unwilling, he has feelings for Hodge, so he is struggling.

I wish I had expressed this complexity Orz