ID No. 019

Chapter 75: Have you eaten fish?

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The word "brother" stunned Chen Yang.

Chao Jian had also called him that, with a half-smile on his face and a hint of teasing in the ending tone, which gave him the illusion that he wanted to bite his neck artery and bite him to death.

Not like this, doting, twisted, helpless, confused, and a little humble, as if there was nothing he could do.

So many emotions, is it a ghost

The word "brother" stunned Chen Yang.

Chao Jian had also called him that, with a half-smile on his face and a hint of teasing in the ending tone, which gave him the illusion that he wanted to bite his neck artery and bite him to death.

Not like this, doting, twisted, helpless, confused, and a little humble, as if there was nothing he could do.

So many emotions, is it a ghost

Chen Yang was in a daze for a moment and then he started to wake up. Was he crazy? He was actually shaken.

The breath exhaled by this young man now smelled of milk, very strong, as if he had eaten a box of milk tablets.

But Chao Jian didn't have that.

His mouth was full of the taste of medicine, so bitter that Chen Yang felt a little suffocated.

The boy's nose almost touched Chen Yang's: "Answer me."

Chen Yang met those smiling scarlet eyes and felt a tingling sensation on his spine.

Logically speaking, one's fantasy reflects one's inner world.

But…

Chen Yang looked at the pale face that was magnified in front of his eyes, and looked at himself in the boy's pupils. His heartbeat stopped for a beat. The illusion was formed by a person's fear, longing, or obsession, and pain. The one who trapped him at this moment was not his.

how so

What went wrong

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. He was walking down the stairs with Chao Jian when the person next to him suddenly changed.

Since he entered the illusion, Chao Jian should have entered as well.

Is it because he is close to Chao Jian that the illusion is affected by Chao Jian

Or... they are channeling.

Chao Jian entered his illusion, and he entered Chao Jian’s illusion

Chen Yang's arms were covered with goose bumps. He had always had a desire to pry into Chao Jian's inner world. Even though he knew that it was the other person's privacy, he still couldn't control himself and would grab it whenever he got the chance.

I don't know why I am so persistent.

Chen Yang's world had already opened up more than half without him noticing, and it was still opening, unable to close, while Chao Jian's heart door had just been unlocked, showing a little sign of loosening, and was reluctant to open to him.

He was very curious about what was hidden in Chao Jian's private area and why it was so tightly guarded.

Now Chen Yang came in without any preparation, and in such a strange way.

Moreover, what he saw and heard here was completely different from what he had imagined.

The tip of his nose felt cold, and the boy came up to him. Chen Yang almost kicked him, but he resisted the urge to attack him and forced a smile, saying, "I'm not kidding you. The inn is just across the street. Don't worry. There may be something overlooked in the attic. Let's check it again."

The young man raised a crutch, pressed it against Chen Yang's calf, and moved it all the way up, past his abdominal muscles and chest, and lifted his chin: "You always find a reason to say one thing and do another."

Chen Yang: “…”

Which part of Chao Jian's heart is this

What age group

"But," the boy laughed, "Even if you break your promise or lie to me, I will still listen to you."

The boy put down his crutches and lowered his head: "Brother, I'm good, give me a reward."

Reward? What reward? Before Chen Yang could figure it out, he unconsciously put his hand on the boy and touched his hair.

The boy raised his head, and the corners of his lips curved wider.

Chen Yang suddenly woke up. The hand was extremely stiff and he couldn't withdraw or keep it.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his head against Chen Yang's palm.

Chen Yang gave up struggling and took his hand down naturally: "Let's look for clues. The attic is empty. I think there may be something found on the stairs."

The illusion I entered from there might also be an exit there.

The boy was speechless.

Chen Yang lowered his eyes and found that he was staring at him expressionlessly.

"Chao Jian?" Chen Yang tried his best to make his voice less tense.

"Yes." The boy put away his crutches and stood on one foot, his left leg lightly touching the ground. He smiled and opened his arms to Chen Yang, saying coquettishly, "Brother, carry me."

Chen Yang didn't want to memorize it because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to put it down after memorizing it.

The boy kept his arms outstretched, the smile on his face gone.

Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Okay, I'll carry you." Chen Yang turned around and bent his knees slightly. After a few seconds, his back felt heavy and he straightened up reflexively. The chest pressed against him through the clothes felt hot.

There seems to be a heartbeat

Chen Yang paused before taking a step forward.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The boy threw both crutches onto the stairs and freed his hands to hug Chen Yang.

Chen Yang: “…”

The person on his back kept his head tilted, staring at him without blinking.

This made him feel both familiar and uncomfortable.

The reason for being familiar was that Chao Jian had recently started to stare at him. He didn't know when it started, but there was no warning. Every time he did that, he just stared at him without saying a word.

It seemed as if he would turn into a wisp of smoke at any time and anywhere.

As for the discomfort...

That's because the gaze staring at him now is many times more terrifying than that staring at Chao Jian.

"Why are you staring at me?" Chen Yang asked unbearably.

The boy stared at Chen Yang and said, "You can run."

Chen Yangxin said, I do want to.

"If you run away, we won't be able to find you." The young man hugged Chen Yang tightly.

Chen Yang was being hugged so hard that he had difficulty breathing. He stopped at the stairs and said, "Okay, come down."

The two hands on my neck suddenly tightened.

The young man laughed sinisterly: "Brother, you really want to abandon me."

Chen Yang's face began to turn purple, his blood vessels burst, and he tried hard to pry the boy's hands apart.

"Release, let go." The more Chen Yang tried to pry, the stronger the suffocation became. He grabbed the boy's hand tightly, "Fuck, let go..."

On the wooden stairs of the attic, Chao Jian was pouring milk tablets out of the medicine bottle, but it didn't come out. It was empty and he had eaten it all.

He tightened his grip on the medicine bottle with his five fingers, and his knuckles felt cold.

"Damn it, my flesh is so rough, but I still got bitten a few times. The mosquitoes here are really not picky..."

There were two sets of footsteps at the door, mixed with rough curses.

And the smell of disinfectant.

Xiangdong walked into the attic side by side with the painter, each holding a mobile phone. Two beams of light shone in, all converging on the stairs.

"Fuck!" Xiangdong cursed and strode over. "Why are you pretending to be a ghost here? Where's Chen Yang?"

Chao Jian poured out the pills mechanically.

Xiang Dong sensed something unusual in Chao Jian's aura. He stepped hard on his cane and said, "I'm asking you, where's Chen Yang? Ah?! Where did he go?"

The painter pressed the spray towards Xiangdong, approached him and whispered, "Is Chen Yang in a fantasy world?"

Xiangdong's face was filled with anger: "Illusion?"

The painter said: "The two of them were almost inseparable when they were doing the task, so this is the only possibility."

Xiangdong looked down at Chao Jian on the stairs and asked, "Did Chen Yang enter the illusion?"

Chao Jian was still pouring pills.

"Why didn't you go with him?" Xiangdong grabbed Chao Jian's shoulders, his eyes bloodshot.

The painter checked the disposable gloves on his hands to make sure they were worn tightly. He pulled Xiangdong aside and said, "It's not like you haven't been to a fantasy world before."

"Everyone has their own life experiences. The illusion is the place that they dare not touch. It is impossible for two taskers to enter the same illusion."

Xiangdong recalled the scene in which he was tortured to the point of collapse by the illusion. Those were the years when he was struggling to survive in East Street, living worse than a gutter rat, in an endless cycle.

Damn, it's so horrible.

The hot sweat on Xiangdong's undulating back turned into cold sweat. He sat down on the stairs with his legs crossed: "What will be in Chen Yang's fantasy? His sister's death, or something wrong with him?"

"Which one of these two can take away half his life." Xiangdong muttered while pressing the lighter.

The painter stood in the strong smell of disinfectant and asked, "Does he have a sister?"

"I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it," Xiangdong scratched his head in annoyance. "Damn it, what illusions are there? Why haven't they appeared yet?"

The painter didn't think Chen Yang was in danger. He had completed four missions and had been receiving long-term one-on-one training.

Even if it was my first time acting alone, I wouldn't die in there.

It's only a matter of time before it comes out.

"Is this the first time that Chen Yang has been dragged into the illusion?" Xiang Dong pulled Chao Jian and shouted loudly.

Chao Jian's medicine bottle slipped out of his hand and rolled down the stairs.

He stared blankly, his pupils dilated and unfocused.

Xiangdong's expression suddenly changed. He yelled and attacked, but this guy didn't go crazy. It meant that he was right. He entered the state of a walking corpse due to excessive anxiety.

The painter took off his disposable gloves. Cangbai tidied the hair by his ears and put the gloves back on: "It's the first time, so it's a bit troublesome."

Xiangdong thought that it was more than just a trouble, it was a disaster.

He ran up and down the stairs, panting and returned to his original position to sit down: "Why didn't we go in?"

The painter said, "Perhaps the weaknesses in you and me are not to the ghost's liking."

There are many kinds of obsession.

Xiangdong was so annoyed that he kept shaking his legs while smoking. He glanced at the boy who seemed to be isolated from everything and stayed alone in a small world, and roared fiercely: "Chao Jian, I tell you, if Chen Yang can't get out, you..."

The cane hit me.

It was accompanied by a bloody and terrifying gust of wind.

Xiangdong narrowly avoided it and stared at where he was sitting. There were many cracks there that made his scalp twitching.

That flight of stairs could break at any moment.

Xiangdong spat out the cigarette butt that he had bitten short. If he had been hit by that blow just now, his head would have been flattened. He was about to swing his fist when he suddenly saw Chao Jian going downstairs to pick up a medicine bottle, and he couldn't pick it up for a long time.

My hands are shaking badly.

Xiangdong: “…” Tsk.

On the other side, Chen Yang sat blankly at the stairs, looking at the young man who kept swinging his crutch at his left leg.

A few minutes ago, Chen Yang was almost strangled to death. The boy suddenly got off his back and apologized to him helplessly. Before he could react, the other party started hitting his legs.

It has been smashing non-stop until now.

The boy kept repeating three words.

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."

There was something on Chen Yang's lips. He reached out and wiped it off, and saw that it was a small piece of minced meat.

"… "

Chen Yang stepped back and his back hit the stairs. He supported himself on the wooden board with both hands and pushed himself against the ground to move up the stairs.

The sound of metal hitting flesh and bones stopped, and the boy tilted his blood-spattered face and said, "Brother, where do you want to go?"

"You need to see a doctor for your leg." Chen Yang heard the voice of himself answering a question that was not related to the question.

The boy stared at him straight in the eyes: "Don't watch it anymore, don't watch it anymore, it's not good, it's a burden to you."

Chen Yang said: "You are not encumbered. You can stand up now, right?"

"Yes, I can stand up now, but," the boy tilted his head, pulled the corner of his bruised lips, and said with a smile that sounded like crying, "I'd better not do it. I don't like it."

Chen Yang was stunned.

"I can't give up. Brother will be angry. I know you want my leg to heal." The boy suddenly picked up the broken flesh and blood on the ground and stuffed it into his bloody left leg. His face was extremely hideous, but his voice was full of panic and pleading. "Brother, I will restore my leg to its original state. Can you take me away from here? Let's leave together, let's go back together. Take me with you, don't leave me behind. I'm scared. Don't leave me behind."

Chen Yang was going crazy. He wanted to go out, he had to go out. Chao Jian was waiting for him.

Details, if you want to know the details, what did he overlook

Chen Yang bit his thumb nail, his peripheral vision scanning the area of his vision.

Which is the easiest thing to overlook

Chen Yang tried to force himself to stay away from fixed thinking. As he got farther away, he reorganized his disordered thoughts and his eyes suddenly flashed.

This was an empty attic, with only him and Chao Jian inside.

Then isn't the way to leave in the hands of Chao Jian

Chen Yang's heartbeat began to speed up. Why did he only think of this now

The outlet is the teenager himself.

In fact, not long after coming here, Chen Yang guessed the boy's obsession. He was full of rejection and avoidance from both physical and mental aspects.

Chen Yang wondered what would happen if he faced the boy’s obsession head-on

"Chao Jian." Chen Yang walked over step by step and squatted down to look at him.

The boy held his bloody left leg and raised his head, saying carefully: "Brother, my leg is healed."

Chen Yang: “Yeah.”

"I don't hate my legs anymore. I will listen to you." The young man looked straight at Chen Yang, his eyes red as blood. "You told me that the more ordinary things are, the more surprises they can bring us. I remember them all. Look, I remember everything you taught me. Brother, you go forward, I will try my best to follow you, I..."

Chen Yang covered the boy’s eyes that were shedding tears of blood.

The boy cried and said, "You won't abandon me again, will you?"

"Yes." Chen Yang's palms were wet, and he said, "I will never abandon you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang found himself standing on the stairs, with a cell phone in his hand and the flashlight still shining downwards.

Chao Jian sat next to him.

Down the stairs is Xiangdong and the painter.

Chen Yang was dragged down the stairs by a terrifying force. He knelt on one knee, leaning forward. Before he could react, a pair of arms had already embraced him.

The person holding him was shaking violently.

Chen Yang's hands and feet froze: "Chao Jian?"

Chao Jian suddenly pushed him away, covered her face with two trembling hands, buried her head, and arched her back into a fragile arc.