"Do you want a syringe?" Qin Feng lifted the black-haired young man lying at his feet a little bit, he was condescending, "Or walk out of this door?"
"Go... get out of this door..."
Chen You's face was dead pale, and he roared, "I want to walk out of this door!"
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly behind the lenses, "Very good."
His voice was deep and low. Facing the well-behaved kid, there was a hint of expectant smile in his tone, "Then we'll talk after you walk out of this door."
"Okay." Chen You's teeth were chattering, and the blood on his face was blurred, "I will definitely go out."
Qin Feng threw the man back to the ground, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, "I'll wait and see."
Chen You used both hands and feet, arched his back, and just got up when he fell back, his nose hurting.
"Second Master, I lied that time."
Qin Feng looked down at the past.
"Actually, your technique..." Chen gave a thumbs up and grinned, revealing a row of bloodshot teeth, "very good."
Qin Feng frowned, turned and left.
Chen You was not sent to a drug rehabilitation center, but was locked in a room. Qin Feng gave him a chance, either to die or to live.
His hands and feet were not restricted. Qin Feng ordered someone to keep the syringe and put it on the table.
It was a bright, too cruel temptation.
What is tested is the will and control that a person can never do.
This is Qin Feng's malice.
Before Chen You’s sudden death, he was a sophomore. The concept of drug use was from the movies. He couldn’t get inhaled when he wanted to inhale, and he collapsed on the ground, not as good as a dog. .
This time it was on himself, and he realized that what is in the movie is art.
Chen lasted for another half an hour, his whole body was wet, there was blood and sweat on his hair on his forehead, and his hair was sticky and knotted in a disgusting way.
He thought in his heart, fortunately, he only needs to detoxify his body and not have any mental addiction.
"444, can you numb my senses?"
"Ding, no."
"Can't?" Chen You went crazy, "Why not? You need a fart!"
He took a deep breath, "Would that relieve the pain?"
444 fell silent.
"Hold!"
Chen You cursed desperately, not knowing what time it was, the addiction broke out again, his eyes were greedily and crazily staring at the syringe.
In the next moment, he rushed over and stuck the needle in his arm.
The moment the stabbing pain came, Chen You was struggling in pain, his eyes were bulging, and his entire face was distorted.
"Can't... can't get in..."
Chen You's hands were trembling and trembling, and he kept chanting those words. He pulled up the syringe, and the blood splashed.
"It's okay to stick a little."
Physical desire is poison, corroding consciousness, Chen You held the syringe like a lifeline, and wanted to prick his arm again.
When the needle touched the skin, he suddenly slapped himself hard, and the corner of his mouth cracked, "Are you a fucking idiot? You said you can't pierce, why do you still do it?!"
The syringe was held up in the air by Chen You, the knuckles of his fingers turned white, his jaws were chattering, and he broke the syringe as if dying.
That muffled sound was the beginning of Chen You's pain.
He quickly took off his jacket and pants, tied his hands and feet tightly, and clenched his teeth.
"It's okay... you're fine... if you get over it, you'll be fine..."
Chen You was paralyzing himself, and the effect ranged from slight to complete disappearance. He began to struggle, his hands and feet rubbed against his clothes, and blood oozes out.
Physical pain is nothing compared to the torment of the nerves.
"what… "
Chen screamed again, he hit the floor with the back of his head, frantically bit the dead knot on his hand with his teeth, and his tongue was dripping with blood.
"444, I can't do it..."
He felt nauseous, dizzy, dizzy, and then vomited. The vomit mixed with saliva fell on his chest, and the messy smell mixed together, nauseating and unpleasant.
"I can't do it... I really can't do it..."
Chen You's whole body twitched convulsively, his eyes were staring at the ceiling, like a fish lying on the bank, which had been exposed to the sun, and it was almost dry.
He smiled wryly, "Dude, you made me miserable."
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Qin Feng was killing fish by the pool, and there were several white transparent boxes on the floor, containing at least a hundred fish.
With his cuffs rolled up, he pressed the lively fish with one hand, and held a knife in the other hand, slapped the head of the fish, scraped off the scales, opened the belly, and picked out the internal organs. This set of movements was extremely smooth and pleasing to the eye.
Qin Feng took the fish under the faucet, rinsed off the blood on it, and put it away.
Outside, the servants watched their hearts and minds, it was over, and then they had to eat fish for three meals a day. The last time Mr. Wang made such a big move was quite a few years ago.
Not long after that, the husband brought someone back, and he liked it very much.
This time, the husband is still here, most likely because he is in a good mood, and there is a new addition to the family.
They eat radish salty and don't worry about it. The new one is not a little worse than Xiao Qiao in appearance. One is a cloud in the sky and the other is a bug in the mud. There is no comparison at all.
Moreover, as soon as he stayed and followed Mr., that little Qiao would become an old man. Poor man, I don’t know how many times the wind blows. live.
"I fuck your mother!"
There was a scolding sound from upstairs, "Qin Feng, you old pervert, you don't treat me as a human being, do you? I'll show you that I am a human being—"
The servants were terrified.
Xiao Qiao, who is favored by her husband, is soft-spoken on weekdays, very cultivated in her words and deeds, and knows how to read her face. The newcomer is so courageous, her brain is not flooded, but she went straight to the Yangtze River .
They sneaked a glance at the kitchen, and the person inside was still killing the fish slowly, without any influence.
It seems that those cursing sounds have the same effect as Xiao Qiao's piano music.
At noon, Qin Feng finally killed all the fish. He glanced at the dead fish with their belly open and turned hard, as if he was looking at a satisfactory work.
The servants in the mansion were miserable. Their lunch consisted of braised fish, steamed fish, fish soup, fish head tofu, all with fish as the main ingredient.
Qin Feng doesn't eat fish, he eats boiled cabbage and a bowl of rice.
It was like this for several days in a row.
There was no sound upstairs, and the room was in a mess, filled with various smells, emanating from puddles of unknown liquid on the ground.
Chen You was no longer a good person, he scolded the original owner, scolded Qin Feng, scolded the school for not being pleasing to the eye, and scolded all kinds of bad words.
"It hurts... I'm dying of pain..."
A lot of bugs were biting his body, Chen You opened his mouth wide in pain, gasping for breath, he wanted to tear the flesh, stretched his hands in to pick, smashed the bones, pulled out the bugs from inside, crushed them, and then grinded them into juice little by little.
"Woo..."
Chen You cried bitterly, and blood dripped from his head, dripping, and dragged to the ground. He didn't even have the strength to howl, he could only gasp.
"Ding, Mr. Chen, there is a product that has just been developed. No one has used it yet. It is extremely effective. It can cover your drug addiction. Do you accept being the first user? A 1,000-word probationary report?"
No matter what the product is, Chen is not in the mood to listen to the effects of the medicine. He panted intermittently, "I accept..."
It seemed like a minute, and it seemed like twenty or thirty seconds. Chen You felt a maddened desire rushing over like an overwhelming sea, submerging his shattered body and instantly replacing the throbbing pain in the nerve center.
Chen understood what it was again.
The pinnacle of all desires is lust.
It's just, damn it, can't you choose the object you set for him? Why that old man
In front of the monitor, two muscular men are eating fish in pain.
Eating every day, every meal, getting angry, not only blisters on the mouth, but also squatting in the toilet for a long time.
Glancing at the screen with a dark face, his eyes widened, and he called his companions, "Hey, fat man, something is wrong, look quickly."
The fat man spat out the fish bones, "Zhang Zi, what's wrong?"
He followed Zhang Zi's gaze and saw the scene in front of him, the chopsticks in his hand were scared away.
"Then what... what is he doing?"
The young man on the screen was lying on the ground, covered in dirt mixed with sweat and blood, all he had was a pair of small pants.
So the picture is very clear. Without anyone touching it, the young man's originally pale face turned crimson. He is no longer in pain, but makes an imaginative sound.
One sound, very realistic.
Zhang Zi and the fat man forgot to blink.
They are both men, they have everything they should have, there is no difference, their sexual orientation has always been normal, and seeing this scene, they are short of breath, dry mouth, and blood spurting.
"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"
Fatty's face turned pale, his muscles trembled, and he pointed a finger at the screen like a ghost, "Zhang, Zhang, Zhang Zi, is he bewitched?"
Zhang Zi still had a piece of fish stuffed in his mouth, and he forgot to pick the thorn, and it got stuck in his throat. He picked his throat and shouted, "Don't look... hurry... go and report to Mr...."