The headband worn on Ke Xun's head is attached with earphones. Whenever the painful electric current rushes through his body, countless icy voices will sound in the earphones, with mocking, disgusting and insulting tones. He whispered in his ear:
"Dead gay, perverted, disgusting, pigs and dogs are inferior, beasts, dirty, nasty, shameless, scum, dead gay, dirty, dead gay, not good to die, go to hell, go to the oil pan, burn you, die gay , what are you doing alive, beasts of inhumanity, dead gay, dead gay, dead gay…”
The terrifying of the tongue is even worse than that of an axe and a machete.
Destroying the body is just pain, destroying the spirit and belief, that is the cruel torture of the soul.
Surrounded by these cold and disgusting voices, all human dignity and beliefs have been trampled down to the ground, and you will become more and more convinced that you are really a beast, an extremely dirty thing, unworthy of being human, unworthy of With dignity, you are being spurned and humiliated by everything in the world.
If this spit and humiliation were tangible, then Ke Xun was probably covered in thick phlegm and feces at the moment. to his righteous people.
They laughed at him, pinched their noses and looked down at him like a puddle of filth, and they said, "Die gay, do you repent?"
Ke Xun raised his head from the filth and raised half of his lips: "Fuck you, repent, I am gay whether I live or die, and I am gay when I go to hell, I will never change if the world changes!"
The data on the display was beating wildly, and the wires on Ke Xun's body were swiping electricity frantically. His body shrank painfully and painfully again and again under the impact of the current, almost breaking his bones.
Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun, who was soaked in sweat as if he had been fished out of water, watched his fingers gripping the armrest of the seat, stretched out his hand, and held him tightly.
The number 282 on the screen stayed numbly beside the display, Mu Yiran searched all the corners and details that could be found, but still could not find the signature.
A few gray-white figures on the other side, holding tools for surgery, slowly surrounded Zhu Haowen. They communicated with each other, as if they were doing normal work.
Their voices were indistinct, and it was difficult to discern what they were saying, no matter how close they were.
Mu Yiran's eyelashes suddenly moved, his finger holding the phone moved slightly, and he clicked the recording button. Then, he faced the microphone position and said in a deep voice, "Number 282, where is Kang Lai's signature?"
When finished, click stop, and then click play.
From the phone's speaker, a string of indistinct language with his sound quality came out.
He couldn't understand what the language was saying, but the number 282 on the screen understood.
No. 282 moved his chapped and gray lips and made a low, indistinct sound. Mu Yiran kept pressing the record button. When it finished speaking, he clicked play.
"I'm Conley... You want an autograph... What are you doing?" The voice of No. 282 in the loudspeaker was gentle but desolate.
"We need your signature to be able to leave here." Mu Yiran said.
"Get out of here... Get out of here..." No. 282, Kang Lai, his voice seemed to be full of regret and sadness again, "Yeah... he should get out of here, and he should get out of here... Unfortunately, unfortunately... I couldn't take him out of here with me. …”
Mu Yiran once again felt Ke Xun's hand that he was holding, and once again twitched under the electric shock, as if his bones were shrunk into a ball, he couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "Kang Lai, you Where's your signature?"
"I... can write to you now..." Conley said softly.
He stretched out his thin gray fingers and tapped on Mu Yiran's chest.
"Write for him first." Mu Yiran pointed to Ke Xun beside him.
"I... I'm not in a hurry..." Ke Xun's extremely weak voice trembled uncontrollably, "Hao... Hao Wen'er... anxious..."
The sharp cone for the operation has already been inserted into Zhu Haowen's eye socket.
"Please help." Mu Yiran pointed to Zhu Haowen.
Kang Lai turned around and walked towards Zhu Haowen gently.
A faint light lit up around Zhu Haowen's body, a picture frame vaguely appeared in the light, and Zhu Haowen's body disappeared into the picture frame in this light.
Kang Lai walked back and looked at Mu Yiran: "Who else do you want to save?"
It was Ke Xun who spoke up: "Yan Ran... ask him... if he can go to... another laboratory... "
Mu Yi understood what he meant in a second, and looked at Kang Lai: "Can I ask you for help, go to the other three laboratories and rescue all our companions."
Kang Lai's dark eyes looked at Mu Yiran dully, and asked him, "You and him... Are you a lover... relationship?"
This "he" refers to Ke Xun.
Ke Xun was restrained by leather locks on his neck and head. He couldn't raise his head to see Mu Yiran's expression and movements. His ears were also filled with vicious voices from the earphones.
At the end, he only heard Kang Lai's voice "translated" from the mobile phone, sad and gentle, with a slight smile: "He... is very like... my love... just as stubborn... willful... and... Affectionate... I hope you two... cherish... "
Ke Xun lost consciousness in the dim light.
A low voice faintly passed into the ears, like the cool wind of early autumn, blowing over in a clear and deep manner.
Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.
Mu Yiran was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, drooping his eyes and calling his phone in a low voice. The brilliant light outside the window shone on him, making his fair skin and the snow-white shirt on his upper body reflect the soft light. .
His hair was still damp, as if he had just taken a shower, and his eyes and lips were more vivid and picturesque with the moist moisture from the bath.
Ke Xun licked his chapped lips and his throat was sore.
But he didn't say anything, just continued to lie on his side like this, looking at Mu Yiran without blinking.
"...Well, I got the email," Mu Yiran continued to talk on the phone in a low voice, his eyes fell on the glass coffee table in front of him, where there was a glass of white water, which was placed in a transparent cup, reflecting the water in the sunlight. The light, "... Please help me to complete the relevant procedures. I will take the plane tomorrow, and follow-up related matters such as the relocation of the grave, I will do it in person... Yes, um, okay, that's it, goodbye."
Mu Yiran hung up the phone, turned his eyes, and met Ke Xun who was lying on the bed.
"You have to be responsible to others." Ke Xun spoke hoarsely, but it did not prevent him from committing second crimes. He wrapped himself tightly with the sheets on his body, making a pitiful appearance that had been ravaged by gentle beasts.
The gentle beast picked up the water glass in front of him, got up, walked over, and stood by the bed. The two buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned, and his ascetic was full of desire. The man rolled up onto the bed.
"Get up and drink water." Mu Yiran looked at him blankly, taking what he said just now as fart.
Ke Xun obediently sat up and took the cup, "Are the others okay?" He gulped water when he asked, but it was just a question in vain, the others must be fine, otherwise Mu Yiran wouldn't be sitting here so peacefully Call and give him water.
"Yeah." Mu Yiran took back the cup that Ke Xun had drank, "Are you still drinking?"
"Drink." Ke Xun sat happily on the bed and looked up at him, his eyes shining.
"Get up and fall by yourself." Mu Yiran turned and walked away ruthlessly.
"..." Ke Xun fell back on the bed, hugged the sheet, turned over, buried half of his face in the pillow, and half of his face looked at Mu Yiran, who was sitting back on the sofa, seeing his cell phone vibrating constantly, I don't know if it was an incoming call Still the news, he sighed and asked him: "Do you never rest throughout the year? You are busy with business before you enter the painting, and you are busy with business after the painting. Dare to enter the painting and experience life and death, is it a casual thing for you? "
"Otherwise." Mu Yiran swiped on the phone and moved his slender fingers on the screen.
Ke Xun scratched his head, thinking about it too.
Taking painting as the top priority in life, should life go on
Unless you don't fight with "painting" to the end, as long as you live one day, you have to manage your life well for one day. If even real life is ruined because of "painting", why are you still alive
Ke Xun got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
This hotel was booked by Mu Yiran. Ke Xun's luggage was not here, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. As a result, he couldn't change his clothes after washing, so he had to come out with a bath towel around his waist and ask a question. Looking at his big boss Mu with a gloomy face: "Don't be nervous, I didn't want to seduce you. I just wanted to ask, can you borrow my clothes to wear first?"
Big Brother Mu probably went through a very intense battle between heaven and man in his head, and finally stood up with a gloomy face, and took a pair of trousers and a shirt from his luggage.
"Aren't you going to borrow a pair of underwear?" Ke Xun tried frantically on the edge of danger, "I don't despise you."
"Get dressed and get out." The boss tried his best to hold back on the edge of wanting to explode the dog's head, and said coldly.
Ke Xun sighed, sitting by the bed and putting on his trousers: "I've never tried such a showy operation, wearing trousers without underwear."
Buttoning up his shirt, Ke Xun straightened his clothes and looked down at himself: "... Why don't you lend me a suit jacket so that I can block the protruding parts?"
Mu Yiran stared at him coldly, his eyes fell on this person, but he paused slightly.
A person who is accustomed to wearing casual and lazy style suddenly changed to a noble and elegant style. Such a contrast has great visual impact.
Especially someone like Ke Xun.
Without the sloppy rendering of fat tube hanging slacks, it was wrapped and outlined by straight and stylish trousers. A pair of slender and straight legs with tight muscles were perfectly presented in front of her eyes, and her firm and upturned buttocks were elegant and noble. Under the light of the defined clothing, it is extremely sexy. And the flat and crisp shirt set off his narrow and powerful waist and straight shoulders to make him stand out and be full of tension.
The whole person seems to have changed, a little less distracting and meaningless, and a little more sassy and... arrogant.
"It's a bit stuck." Ke Xun, who was not used to wearing formal clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his crotch. The few strands of hair on the top of his head fully showed his "uncomfortable" mood.
After Mu Yiran received two more calls, Ke Xun walked over, sat on the opposite sofa, picked up the glass he had just used that had been refilled, looked at him, and asked, "That Conley, what's going on?"