The two came out of the bathroom in the corridor and walked towards the other end of the corridor with their backs facing the corner where Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng were, not noticing that someone was peeping at this time.
Cui Zuojing quietly stuck his head out from behind the wall and saw the figures of the two men.
The two walked to the elevator at the end of the corridor, the man pressed the up button, and with a ding dong, the elevator door slowly opened in front of him.
"Let's do it for now. If there is anything wrong, tell me immediately." Corberos walked into the elevator, the manager agreed to come down, and did not follow up.
This elevator is the only one in the entire building that can reach the top floor. Only the boss's guards and the most trusted people are qualified to take it to meet the boss.
Kerberos turned around and faced the long corridor. His gaze went over the shoulder of the manager in charge until he saw the corner at the end. Although there was no one there, he somehow felt as if he was being watched.
This feeling came from a beast-like intuition that he had honed in countless life and death situations, and he trusted it a hundred thousand times, because this intuition had saved his life countless times.
He believed it would be the same this time.
Corberus frowned, he didn't know what was wrong, that was peeping into his eyes, as if everywhere.
The elevator door slowly closed in front of his eyes, and Kerberos did not press the door button after all. He had no habit of using electronic products, and stood upright in the elevator with only him, silently counting the floors in his heart. The changing numbers exactly matched those displayed on the elevator screen.
When ascending to the twentieth floor, Kerberos reflected himself on the elevator wall and sorted his clothes until the elevator stopped on the twenty-third floor.
The elevator door slid open to both sides, and the quiet and tidy extravagant corridor was slowly displayed in front of him again.
The corners of Kerberos' lips couldn't help showing a very light smile, which was the satisfaction of finally being able to meet the person he wanted to see the most after a tiring day's work.
As the elevator door closed, the man's figure disappeared from the camera, and inside the elevator, there was no monitoring equipment.
The white man entered another door in the corridor, and his footsteps quickly disappeared. The keys in the pockets can feel the heat through the fabric of the pants, a reaction that only occurs when they are in close proximity to debris.
"There is something wrong with that person." Cui Zuojing said, "Can you continue to see where he went?"
"No." Dong Zheng said in a low voice, "That person doesn't have any electronic products on him, so I can't invade."
Cui Zuojing nodded: "Then let Queer come later."
Under the box of this era, it is strange enough that there are people who do not carry electronic products with them.
The moment Corberos entered the elevator, Cui Zuojing retracted behind the wall and hid, unable to see his face, but judging from the other person's figure, it should not be Fu Zhe's soul fragment. He instinctively thought that Fu Zhe's fragments should look similar to him, just like Kindness is basically a copy of Fu Zhe himself, and the other fragments should also... right
Cui Zuojing made up his mind about what Fu Zhe would look like if he changed his body shape to the man just now. He was shivered by the sight in his head, and immediately shook his head, throwing the thoughts out of his head.
"The private elevator without surveillance should lead to the boss's side."
When Lin Hangzhi used slot machines to attract the attention of the vast majority of gamblers and dealers, Cui Zuojing was not idle. Find out about casinos.
In the end, Dong Linhai managed to find useful words in the mouth of a gambler who drank too much: no one knows the real name of the casino owner, but everyone here calls him Mr. Mo. It is rumored that he is a young man in his twenties. I will personally go to the venue below to check it out. Only distinguished VIP guests can see him in the VIP room.
This mysterious Boss Mo was the target that Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng wanted to investigate during their trip. They planned to initially determine the coordinates of the boss's residence. Unexpectedly, they felt a strong echo from a man on the way.
The two quickly left the staff passage. Instead of going back to the room reserved by the waiter, they went to the suite under Lin Hang's bag.
On the way, Cui Zuojing asked, "Do you think he will be a fragment of Fu Zhe?"
Dong Zheng shook his head decisively: "It shouldn't be, he doesn't have the slightest resemblance to Fu Zhe."
Cui Zuojing was curious: "What is it like?"
"The appearance of the Middle Eastern blood is quite good." Dong Zheng didn't know how to describe it. Language is sometimes very poor. If the blood contract is still there, he can directly pass the picture he sees to Cui Zuojing. .
"That's not it." Cui Zuojing stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Since he has such a strong sense of the key, he must have had a lot of contact with the debris..."
Cui Zuojing suddenly stopped talking, he and Dong Zheng looked at each other, saw the same idea in each other's eyes, and slowly narrowed their eyes.
"Do you think Fu Zhe's orientation is normal?" He asked after a long while.
"I don't know." Dong Zheng replied honestly, "I don't even know what kind of relationship is between the soul fragment and the main body, and how many similarities there are between the two. Fu Zhe has never mentioned it."
Cui Zuojing clicked his tongue, thinking of the doubts and thoughts that Fu Zhe had said to him, he couldn't help taking a deep breath:
"If it's what I think, it will be interesting."
When Corberos opened the door, the casino owner named Mr. Mo was nestling in his chair, lazily flipping through the book in his hand. He was wearing soft and comfortable private clothes, with only one button on his vest, and his feet were still bare under his trousers.
The exquisite crystal chandelier was not turned on, only the small reading lamp on the wall emitted light just everywhere, illuminating the book in Mr. Mo's hand and the pale face, the shadow cast long behind him, and finally merged with the darkness. one.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were slightly opened, and the night wind blew in, bringing the hustle and bustle outside. Corberus closed the window in the past, looked down at the thousands of lights on the street below, and drew the thick and gorgeous curtains.
The man keenly caught an unusual smell in the air, turned his head and asked, "Master, are you smoking a hookah again?"
"No." The young man didn't even lift his eyelids.
Corberus touched the hookah bottle on the table. The temperature of the burning residue has not completely dissipated. Judging from the color, this time it is probably shredded tobacco boiled with red wine. It is not difficult to imagine that when the hookah is lit, the whole room will be filled with sweetness. wine aroma.
A few sheets of paper were placed beside the hookah bottle, with incomprehensible patterns drawn on them, like a formation.
Kerberos did not expose the master's blatant lies. He walked to the rocking chair, squatted down and half-knelt on the ground, put one hand on Mr. Mo's knee, looked up at him, and said softly, "Master has been working all day long. Didn't you go out?"
Mr. Mo hummed lazily. He finally took a first look at Corberus and asked, "How are you busy?"
"It's all done." Corberos still insisted on the topic just now, "If you don't go out and stay in the room all day, you will be suffocated. Wait until tomorrow, Master, will you go out for a walk with me?"
"Okay." Mr. Mo didn't refuse. He moved his body slightly and changed to a more comfortable position. He narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't make a sound, but Corberos heard the subtle sound of his deep breathing through his nose. , knowing he was a little sleepy—he yawned quietly just now.
The host has become very tired from two weeks ago, and Corberos noticed this slight change, and in the morning specifically told Angela to let the host have breakfast and close the window in time, and he didn't know whether the other party did the same or not. .
He held the young man's foot on the carpet, and unsurprisingly felt the ice-like coldness. The cold air seemed to seep out of his bones, almost penetrating his skin and freezing him together.
Corberos put Mr. Mo's feet in his arms, and the young man stepped on his chest naturally, absorbing the heat of the other's body. Kelberos went all the way up his calf, and his loose trousers were gradually lifted up. As his hand moved step by step, the temperature of the skin under his palm gradually warmed up a little bit from the initial coldness, and he gradually became like a living person.
In the end, the fingers of those hands penetrated into the trouser legs and touched the delicate skin above the knees. The body temperature over there finally approached normal, which was the warmth that Corberos liked most.
The owner's body has not been very good all the time, and it is very easy to get cold hands and feet. Many times, as it is now, the knees and lower legs and feet are not as cold as people should be. Weak body, poor blood circulation, and no vitality. Corberus knew very well why he was like this, but no matter how much he persuaded him, the master was reluctant to exercise, and he never wore it when he was idle in the house. Shoes, socks, and sometimes even clothes are unwilling to wear only a nightgown, as if the fabric of the clothes will imprison him.
Kerberos knelt in front of the young man, put his feet in his arms, and warmed each other with his own body temperature. The two of them can be regarded as two extremes. No matter how much they wear throughout the year, Kerber Ross is always full of energy, even a little hot.
Mr. Mo habitually continued to lower his eyes to read, while Corberus looked at him quietly, his deep honey-colored eyes clearly reflecting the figure that had been imprinted in his heart under the dim yellow light.
He has been tired all day, and only at this time can he feel the comfort from the depths of his soul.
Neither of the two disturbed the other, as if such a thing was as common as eating and drinking, and it was justified.
It wasn't until the young man made a sleepy little sound again, he finally closed the book in his hand, pulled one foot away from Korberos' arms, followed his body down, and stepped heavily on somewhere.
Corberos grabbed his ankle, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand reverently, then got up, and while the young man stretched his arms around his neck, he picked him up from the couch.
"Where are you taking me tomorrow?" Mr. Mo was placed on the huge soft bed, but he didn't let go. Corberos could only keep leaning over.
"As long as the master wants, you can go anywhere."
The young man stopped talking, and after Corberos kissed, he said in the interval of his breath, "Go to a place with me tomorrow."