In the empty and messy factory, the glass windows were shattered to the ground, which could not block the strong wind and rain. It was as cold and humid as the outside, or even worse.
Yin Che closed his eyes and didn't say a word, while the rest of the people were bored playing with their mobile phones. Time passed by minute by minute, until half past six, the evening self-study of No. 1 Middle School should have started, and Jiang Yao has not come back.
"Brother Zhao, why did the surnamed Jiang go so long?" Pan Hui asked.
"80% is cowardly." Zhao Zhengsheng waited for a while, became impatient, walked up to the person tied to the ground, squatted down, "Little cutie, your boyfriend doesn't want you anymore, what should I do? Give him a call. Can you call him back, or I'll make you suffer."
Yin Che closed his eyes: "Go away."
"Hey, you're still so crazy even after you look like this." Zhao Zhengsheng stood up, "Don't be arrogant and I'll tell you, I remember what you're afraid of."
He rummaged through the pile of sticks he had brought next to him and found the stun stick: "Ask you again, do you want to make a phone call?"
Yin Che opened his eyes, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "I'll answer you again, get out."
Zhao Zhengsheng raised his hand and slammed it down with a stick: "I don't know what is good or bad!"
Yin Che groaned, fell to the ground and rolled for half a circle, like a fish thrown ashore, fluttered twice and then stopped moving.
No energy to move, dizzy eyes.
"Playing dead again? Do you think I'll be fooled again?" Zhao Zhengsheng took a pack of cigarettes, lit one, bit it in his mouth, and dialed the phone himself.
"Fuck, he actually hung up."
Yin Che laughed: "Your plan failed?"
This remark completely angered Zhao Zhengsheng: "Fuck, the surnamed Jiang doesn't even want a partner, why are we polite? Hold him down."
The rest of the people came over immediately, released the rope, and held his hands and feet. Zhao Zhengsheng kicked him in the stomach, then turned on the switch of the electric stun stick, and slapped him: "Anyway, this thing can't be electrocuted, so let's use it and see who can't stand it first."
The stick itself didn't hurt much, and Zhao Zhengsheng didn't dare to really hit hard.
Just a heart pounding.
Yin Che curled up and tried to avoid important parts, but the current still flowed to every corner of the body.
The electric shocks he received in the hospital lasted a few more minutes, but after a few minutes, the defenses began to crumble.
He was shaking uncontrollably, twitching, his stomach tumbling violently, and he retched uncontrollably.
The stick still kept falling.
Zhao Zhengsheng scolded and smoked him, the cigarette butt in his mouth was bright and dark.
Yin Che dodged between the sticks, raised his eyes inadvertently, caught a glimpse of the orange-red fire, was stunned, and forgot to look away.
He stared at it for a long time, until his pupils gradually narrowed, and the foreground of his eyes became blurred. In a trance, he seemed to see Zhao Zhengsheng's face twisted and deformed in the firelight, which was different from a masked man in memory a long time ago. The faces overlapped.
So familiar... everything is so familiar.
He looked around blankly.
The dim abandoned factory, the scorching cigarette butts, the continuous electric shock, the alpha holding his hands and feet, the steel bars scattered around...
Dying pain and despair.
The bursts of electric current whipped the nerves, causing sparks to fly, and the sparks fell in a fine line wrapped in pain, as if igniting something in the body. An idea suddenly appeared in Chaos's mind, and he had thought about it countless times:
Why didn't he die then
If he died at that time, he would not have lived for ten years in a hurry, would not have met Jiang Yao, would not have hoped to heal, would not have relived all this...
The desire to survive was exhausted that night, and it was finally aroused by Jiang Yao, but it was still not enough, and he was unable to cure the disease.
He couldn't keep Jiang Yao.
Maybe from the beginning, he was the only one who took it seriously. Maybe Jiang Yao didn't make a mistake on impulse, but as Yin Ze said, he wanted to be fresh and just play with him.
It's not that he didn't think about this possibility, he just didn't want to think about it.
He didn't want to think Jiang Yao so badly.
In fact, he is not so generous, not so detached. He also wanted to have a big quarrel with Jiang Yao, scolded him, even fought, and never forgive Jiang Yao again. But I don't think it is necessary.
Probably the person who is about to die has a good heart.
Jiang Yao said that he was not sensible, at least in the end, he wanted to leave a sensible impression on Jiang Yao and leave quietly. Don't mention him to your new love in the future, just remember that it was a "very disappointing beta".
There was a faint smell of sweetness in his throat, his eyes were swollen, and Yin Che gently sucked his nose.
"..." Zhao Zhengsheng stopped, "Crying and crying, do you know it hurts?"
The man on the ground didn't answer, and lay stiffly, his pupils slightly dilated.
No pain, no help, tears flowed out of his empty eyes.
It was quiet, as quiet as death.
Zhao Zhengsheng turned off the stun stick and threw it aside: "Speak! Did you hear me! Don't pretend to be dead!"
The people on the ground still did not respond.
Zhao Zhengsheng took out his mobile phone and dialed again, but he almost lost his grip. As soon as he made the call, he immediately called out, "The surname is Jiang! You target him—"
"Bang!" The door of the factory was kicked open.
The person came quickly to the front.
"You're finally here." Zhao Zhengsheng pointed at the people on the ground, "Look how your partner is crying."
Yin Che was shaken back to consciousness by the huge movement of kicking the door. He blinked hard, but still couldn't see clearly. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the embarrassment from his face, but his hand was caught and he couldn't move.
Someone walked up to him and squatted down, and asked him, "How are you
This sentence seems to float from a far away place.
But he heard clearly, it was Jiang Yao's voice.
"Not very good." He tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth towards Jiang Yao, and the salty and wet liquid flowed into his mouth, whether it was blood or tears, "Brother, I want to die."
Consciousness began to withdraw again, but the turmoil in the body became more and more intense and vivid, and the things that had just been ignited burned more and more vigorously, as if a dormant volcano would erupt at any time, burning him to ashes.
Jiang Yao clasped his shoulders with great strength, and it hurt him a lot, his voice seemed to be trembling: "I'm not allowed..."
Not allowed? Why.
Jiang Yao personally crushed his remaining hope and courage into ashes, but he was not allowed to die.
The people who were holding him let go of their hands for some reason. Yin Che raised his hand, covered the back of Jiang Yao's hand, and opened his fingers one by one.
"You go back... I'll take care of it myself."
"You will deal with a fart!" Jiang Yao was suddenly hysterical, grabbing his shoulder and shaking desperately, "What else can you do besides self-mutilation and suicide! Is this the way the disease is treated!"
"Otherwise." Yin Che didn't have the energy to think about how he knew, and just wanted to end this ridiculous and sad thing quickly, "I can't be cured, and we broke up, you still care what I do."
"I'm going to take care of it! We don't break up, and you're not allowed to die, did you hear me! I'm not going to let you die!"
Jiang Yao's roar made him almost tinnitus, as if something exploded in his body, tearing him into thousands of pieces.
The calm mask was completely shattered, and he couldn't put it on anymore.
"Why should I listen to you... What qualifications do you have?" He raised his eyes drowsily, looking at the blurred outline in front of him, "Jiang Yao, I beg you to get out of the way... I don't want to see you at all, and I don't want to forgive you at all. , I already hate you so much... You understand? Get out of here and let me die a little cleaner."
Jiang Yao hugged him, his body shaking violently.
It's always like this, he was obviously abandoned, and he was the one who wanted to die, but Jiang Yao always behaved in more pain than him, and even his voice choked up:
"Don't hate me..."
"I said get out..."
"please… "
"I'll let you go!"
Yin Che stretched out his hand and used his last strength to push the person in front of him. Suddenly, something hit the back of his hand.
Warm and moist.
He was startled.
"... Hate if you hate it, as long as you can live."
Jiang Yao pulled his hand away and quickly approached his neck—
The sharp teeth gleamed, and the scar broke in.
Yin Che's pupils shrank suddenly.
The pain was worse than the moment when the cigarette butt burned through the gland, he couldn't feel anything except the pain.
He reacted, struggled violently, and smashed Jiang Yao's back with his fists, but Jiang Yao, like a beast biting his prey, didn't let go, and arrogantly injected his own pheromones into his blood.
The burning things in the body seemed to have found a vent, and they swarmed upstream. The moment they came into contact with the alpha pheromone, the long-silent volcano finally erupted.
The attack was ferocious and terrifying, occupying all the host's internal organs in the blink of an eye.
Yin Che wanted to roar, but there was no sound coming out of his throat, so he could only widen his eyes, and his eyes fell into the distance without focus.
The strength quickly lost, and the arm gradually fell.
Before he passed out, there was a strange smell in his nostrils, something he had never smelled before.
Full-bodied and vigorous.
It seems to contain a life force that will never decay.
The author says:
The treatment method is very simple. It is what the doctor said in Chapter 56: "In short, to be cured, the situation must be reproduced in both mental and physical aspects." At the same time, the doctor also said: "That cured case was cured like this, and the desire to survive Coupled with the physical stimulation of the dying. But Yin Che's situation is much more complicated, and by studying his case more in-depth recently, I think my psychotherapy direction may be wrong. "Joint Che said after he was rescued that year. In this chapter, it should not be difficult to deduce what kind of psychology he needs to reproduce. If you still don't understand, the doctor will explain in detail later.