As soon as his fingertips touched Han Li's cheek, Shen Kong instantly realized something was wrong.
The skin of the tentacles was hot, and the breath under his palms was as hot as lava, ironing his palms.
He frowned, looked at Han Li who was pressed against the wall in the darkness, and asked in a very low voice: "Do you have a fever?"
Han Li shook his head slightly, his delicate and hot cheek brushed against Shen Kong's palm, but he still said vaguely:
"...I'm fine."
Considering Han Li's performance just now, Shen Kong couldn't help but worry - maybe he was a little stupid because of his fever, right
At this moment, there were chaotic footsteps outside the door, knocking on the hard and smooth ground, coming from a short distance and coming through the crack in the door.
Shen Kong's attention was attracted.
He subconsciously pressed his palm down a little harder, and his knees twisted up and down habitually, pinning the body that was moving restlessly under his palm to the wall.
Han Li froze.
Shen Kong didn't notice anything, he just stared intently at the shimmering crack in the door, and there was an undoubted meaning in his deliberately lowered voice:
"Don't move."
Han Li stopped moving.
The enclosed space was dark and quiet, with only a narrow crack in the door letting in some light, creating a hazy light.
His eyes were burned by the body temperature and were extremely bright, shining like stars in the darkness. There was a bit of compelling light burning in his eyes. He stared at the blurred profile of the young man on his body, not knowing what he was thinking.
Han Li blinked slowly and asked in a low voice:
"Who's that outside?"
Shen Kong chuckled hoarsely, and the vibrations in his chest were transmitted along the two bodies that were close to each other, making Han Li's heart tremble slightly:
"My Father."
Han Li was stunned, and a glimmer of clarity flashed through his chaotic eyes. He remembered that he had sent someone to investigate Cheng Chen's father, and a clue that had been ignored at the time shone brightly in the depths of his memory.
Suddenly, without warning, the tormenting hallucinations struck again along with the headache.
He suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his teeth hard, trying to resist the images rushing in his subconscious -
The lightless night, the reflective muzzle, the fall, the broken leg bones.
All the pictures were suddenly distorted by the high heat and pain. All the things that had happened and had not happened seemed to be mixed into a blur, colliding hard in Han Li's brain that was sometimes blurred and sometimes awake, torturing his fragile and fragile mind. The tense nerves quickly ate away at the little sanity he had left, causing him to fall into a semi-conscious state again almost instantly.
Shen Kong suddenly felt that the body next to him trembled violently, as if all the muscles in his body were suddenly tense. Then, a pair of hot hands slowly climbed up to his waist, and then clasped it tightly.
Only then did he suddenly realize that the distance between them had almost shrunk to zero, with their shoulders touching their shoulders and their chests touching their chests.
The high body temperature almost burned through the clothes and spread from fabric to fabric.
The footsteps outside the door are no longer rapid and dense. Although a faint echo can still be heard, it can be heard that they have basically gone away.
Shen Kong cautiously let go of the palm covering Han Li's mouth and nose, and then slowly stepped back, trying to close the distance between the two without leaving a trace, but was stopped by the tightly clasped palm at his waist.
Han Li closed his eyes tightly, his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, squeezed out broken words from between his teeth, and murmured vaguely:
"...Don't, don't go."
Shen Kong's movements couldn't help but pause slightly, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scene at the last time when little Han Li, who was feverish and delirious after the operation, grabbed his shirt tightly and refused to let go.
――Sure enough, no matter how old you get, this does not change.
But Shen Kong couldn't help but feel troubled at the same time. You know, last time he could tear off his own clothes, but this time he couldn't take off Han Li's arm.
Although it's not impossible... but the footsteps outside the door are still lingering all the time, and it's always bad to make too much noise.
You know, this time the opponent is no longer the inexperienced gangster from last time. His current physical condition is not very suitable for fighting. In addition, he also has a unconscious Han Li as a dragster, and there is someone next door. Waiting for a bunch of classmates who know the original person, no matter what they do, they are constrained, and there is very little room for exertion.
Han Li, who had fallen into a state of chaos, knew nothing about Shen Kong's complicated mental journey, let alone that he almost had his arms removed.
In the darkness, countless broken images rotated in front of his eyes, grinning ferociously, approaching, as if he had once again turned into that desperate and helpless ten-year-old child.
Han Li tightened his arms and hugged the cold and flexible body tightly in his arms, as if grasping the only life-saving straw. He pressed his hot forehead against the side of Shen Kong's neck and breathed out heavily.
Under the vague and pungent smell of tobacco, he smelled a familiar scent in his drowsiness -
It's like cutting off the roots of green grass, and the clear and bitter taste penetrates into the fingertips from the green juice.
Han Li's violently beating heart subconsciously slowed down.
——He seemed to be able to hear the steady heartbeat beating rhythmically in the darkness, and his own nerves gradually relaxed.
The menacing hallucinations and pain just now finally showed signs of disappearing.
Shen Kong keenly felt that the body relying on him was showing signs of relaxing, and he quickly and skillfully freed himself from Han Li's arm.
At this moment, the footsteps in the corridor wandered from far to near to the door again, but this time the sound was obviously alone.
only one person.
That would be much easier to handle.
Shen Kong slowly held the door handle, opened the door crack slightly, and watched the approaching shadow on the ground.
His back was slightly arched, showing a state of difference between tension and relaxation, like a leopard ready to go, slowly mobilizing all the available muscles in his body.
Finally, when the shadow finally reached the estimated position, Shen Kong opened the door suddenly and rushed out. He skillfully covered the man's open mouth in shock with one hand. Before he could make a sound, the other The hand skillfully but hard hit his main artery, causing his brain to be deprived of oxygen for an instant and he fell into a limp coma.
Shen Kong grabbed his falling body and dragged him into the dark room.
The whole process lasted less than a few seconds. He was as fast as a shadow and as quiet as a cat, but in the blink of an eye there was no one in the corridor.
Han Li leaned against the wall and looked up at him. His face, which was burning red, was illuminated by the light. His dark eyes were covered with a layer of bright mist. He did not speak. He seemed to be somewhere between distracted and awake. Even Shen Kong was not sure whether he was conscious now.
He half-supported and half-dragged Han Li out of the box.
——It's only a matter of time before those people start looking for someone from door to door. It's no longer safe to stay in this box.
Han Li put an arm around Shen Kong's neck and managed to hold himself up. His voice was hoarse and weak: "In the corridor ahead, turn left and keep going forward. There is the bodyguard room."
"--I saw it on the way up."
I don’t know what the psychology is, Han Li added.
It was his own idea to set up a bodyguard room on each floor. There are usually four to five staff members stationed in it to prevent unexpected things from happening.
Shen Kong helped Han Li up and walked in the direction he pointed. Sure enough, he found the bodyguard room he mentioned at the end of the corridor on the left.
But there was no one inside.
Han Li had regained some clarity at this moment. He let go of Shen Kong and limped forward a few steps. He stared at the empty room and frowned slightly - he had once ordered that the emergency room should be closed. It was impossible for someone to be there all the time, and the situation in front of him was impossible, and... He didn't see a single waiter along the way just now.
In addition, the access control of Puzzel is very strict, and it is impossible to enter without a reservation.
The conclusion seems to be ready to come out——
There is a mole.
While Han Li was thinking, Shen Kong had already pulled out the sketch of this floor from the table. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned to Han Li and said, "Wait for me here and lock the door."
Han Li was startled and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but before he could speak, Shen Kong had already dodged away from the door.
His fingers that were half-raised in the air tightened, and there seemed to be some deeply suppressed emotions slowly rolling under his dark eyes.
always like this.
Staying behind like a burden.
Or be left behind without mercy.
Whether it was by family, by blood relatives, or by those at that time...
Han Li lowered his eyes, limped to the table, grabbed the phone on the table, and dialed a number skillfully.
He now remembered why he felt that Cheng Chen's father seemed familiar before.
Before Cheng Zekang became a professional gambler, he was a well-known broker. After he became addicted to gambling, he began to work for casinos to fill his growing financial deficit. The casino where he gambled most often, It happened to be in the East District, the area where Lin Ziyu had warned him that there might be new players.
It was probably when Cheng Chen rescued him from the gangsters in the East District in the rain that day that the group of people who were staring at him noticed him.
Han Li shouldn't have been here tonight, but he fell asleep on the top floor due to a fever, which delayed his time, and he happened to catch up with what happened on the fourth floor.
And that side can infiltrate so deeply into the inside of Puzzel, and can even control the timetable and arrange contacts. It must have taken a long time to sneak in carefully and slowly, but why did it suddenly abandon the previous low-key strategy and instead brazenly Why did the ground send people to the fourth floor to look for people with great fanfare? They knew that once they took action, their previous efforts would probably be in vain, so why were they so nervous and urgent...
The phone was quickly connected.
"Who is in charge of the fourth floor tonight?" Han Li asked coldly.
He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and then ordered: "Control all relevant people, seal the floor, and send people up immediately."
The lights above his head shone down, covering Han Li's eyes with a thin layer of cold light.
Han Li took out two aspirin pills that he kept with him, put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly. The bitter taste spread between his lips and teeth.
——The difference from eight years ago is that he is finally no longer the child who can only wait helplessly in the basement.
He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and subconsciously rubbed his left palm.
It seems that you can still feel the cool touch of the skin in your palms, and the tightness and trembling of youthfulness remain.
Han Li felt a strange feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, arousing a strange and fresh emotion in his mind that was confused by the high fever. He pursed his lips and told himself:
Cheng Chen is too dangerous and elusive, with too many unknown mysteries...
You need to have more contact with him to confirm that he is not a threat to you.