Shen Kong finally went to bail Cheng Zekang out.
Puzzel paid the bail in the name of mental damages, and Shen Kong was happy to have some time to relax. After a brief chat with Zhao Yun, he left with Cheng Zekang.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly on the road, while Cheng Zekang followed timidly behind him.
After experiencing this time in prison, Cheng Zekang looked a lot more depressed. The thick dark circles and bloated bags under his eyes made his eyes look even more lifeless.
Every once in a while, he couldn't help but glance at Cheng Chen who was walking in front of him, and then quickly looked away as if he was afraid of being discovered.
Although he still had the same facial features, this son who was once beaten and scolded became almost unrecognizable to him, and even... frightened him in a sense.
Especially that night...
Cheng Zekang's mind flashed across the other person's condescending eyes, and he couldn't help but feel the same shiver slowly crawling up his spine, making him shiver involuntarily.
At this moment, the boy walking in front of him suddenly stopped.
Cheng Zekang suddenly stopped his steps, and his wandering thoughts instantly came back. He turned his head and looked at the unfamiliar scenery around him, and he couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.
Although he had never been to the rental house where Cheng Chen now lived, he was 100% sure that this was not the way back.
It was getting late, but the street lights had not yet been turned on. The dim skylight shrouded the deserted alleyway, and the undulating walls and houses not far away were dark and shadowy, as if countless ghosts were extending towards the place where they settled.
Cheng Zekang's throat was dry and his heart was pounding. He swallowed hard and put a stiff smile on his face:
"Xiao, Xiaochen, are you lost?"
Shen Kong didn't answer, just took out a cigarette and lit it. A little red fire was extinguished under the dark sky, like a blunt knife pulling at Cheng Zekang's heart. The air seemed to condense, like sticky The thick fluid generally enveloped him, making him almost suffocate.
Even through the thick darkness, Cheng Zekang could still feel the other person's gaze. The terrifying feeling of being grabbed by a predator made it hard for him to breathe. Although less than two minutes had passed, he was still sweating on his back. Soaked, he finally couldn't stand the torturous silence, so he bit the bullet and spoke:
"that… "
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the zipper of his schoolbag rubbing against his ears was heard not far away——
A thick folder was thrown at his feet.
The street lights came on at this moment.
Cheng Zekang had an ominous premonition in his heart. With trembling hands, he bent down to pick up the folder and read through it in the light of the roadside.
With each page he turned, his face grew paler.
In the past ten years or so, everything he has done that is harmful to the law and discipline has been recorded clearly and with complete evidence.
Cheng Zekang's whole body was shivering, and his brain seemed to have solidified into a paste. He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Kong, speechless.
Shen Kong half-closed his eyes and said calmly:
"The stuff here could probably put you in jail for thirty years."
During this period of time, apart from using the hundreds of thousands he earned in the casino to support his usual random purchases and spending according to his mood, the rest was basically used to collect powerful information about his cheap father. ——Shen Kong has a good attitude. He can't take the money with him anyway, and he always spends money as he pleases, so this time it is regarded as rent for borrowing this body.
After all... it is really a pleasure to see such an expression of panic and fear on this wretched face.
Shen Kong walked out of the darkness.
He blew out a smoke ring in the air, his eyebrows half-squinted: "I'll give this to you. I have a lot of backups. As for whether I will send it out with my hands... It depends on my mood. If you bother me again, I will But it’s not that easy to get rid of, understand?”
After saying that, Shen Kong didn't even bother to look at Cheng Zekang who was lying on the ground, and turned around and walked out of the alley without looking back.
He stopped a car and got out of the car downstairs of his house.
The night was getting darker, and there was deathly silence in the narrow and blocked corridor.
Shen Kong took out the key from his pocket and walked up the stairs. The voice-activated light turned on in response to his footsteps.
His movements were sudden.
I saw a black figure squatting at the door of his home with his knees in his arms, his dark head buried in his knees, and only the hair on his head could be seen.
Shen Kong frowned and said tentatively: "... Han Li?"
The black shadow moved and raised his head buried in his knees.
Sure enough, it was Han Li.
Shen Kong frowned: "Why are you sitting here? And aren't you injured? Why are you still here?"
He said as he opened the door with the key.
Han Li stood up, reached out and patted the dirt on his pants. He pursed his lips and did not answer. His deep eyes were as black as the eternal night, tightly locked on Shen Kong's back. The look in his eyes was gloomy and complicated, as if there were a thousand words. Ten thousand words are contained in it.
He followed Shen Kong into the door.
Shen Kong took off his shoes, moved his wrists and ankles habitually, and said, "Come when you are ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li attacked.
Shen Kong avoided it reflexively, but was secretly shocked - Han Li seemed to be different from usual today.
Both his attack and attack speed were faster than usual, only attacking but not defending, with a careless attitude, as if he was secretly suppressing an indescribable ferocity, as if he was trying to catch him even with a broken leg. Like a figure.
Shen Kong's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
He found a loophole, hooked and entangled one leg, and threw Han Li to the ground. Then he used his own weight and tightened arms to twist Han Li's still struggling body, and firmly subdued him to the ground. .
"what's wrong with you?"
He was obviously fine when he left school this afternoon, why did he seem to be crazy at night
Han Li's eyes were red, his chest was rising and falling irregularly, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his Adam's apple was rolling slightly.
He closed his eyes forcefully and replied in a hoarse voice: "...it's okay."
... No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like everything is okay.
Hot heat came from the body under the palm, and was transmitted to Shen Kong's body through the clothes.
This is a fever
Shen Kong let go of his shackles and was about to turn around to look for the remaining antipyretic medicine from last time when Han Li unexpectedly attacked him from behind and used the moves he had taught him before to restrain him - which was quite effective. Talent.
He raised his eyebrows and was about to break free from Han Li's arm, but his eyes accidentally fell on the back of his hand wrapped with white gauze.
Shen Kong couldn't help but pause.
Just at this thought, Han Li buried his heavy and hot forehead into his shoulder.
In this sudden fever, he saw more things.
He saw his gloomy and autistic self wasting time year after year, from junior high school to high school, from cold to summer; he saw a new transfer student in the high school class, Ye Jinghuan; he saw them becoming friends , and I even had a subtle affection and affection for him, and then... the situation took a turn for the worse.
His true identity was revealed, and the malice he had accumulated before poured out like a torrent. Countless dark gazes and malice piled up into stinging sharp blades, mercilessly cutting him into pieces, and what shocked him the most was Yes... Behind the group of ugly smiling faces, he saw a familiar figure: that person was wearing old clothes that had been washed white, with a gentle and timid expression. He looked at everyone with the same cautious and flattering expression, and was equally delicate. facial features, but so mediocre and annoying.
——There is also a dark malice in the depths of those eyes.
Clear and shocking emotions swept into his body, and Han Li felt as if his brain was about to be overwhelmed by the fear, despair, loneliness and pain.
At that moment, he could hardly tell whether he was the amputated and bullied one, or the disabled but strategizing one.
In the chaos, Han Li subconsciously came to Shen Kong's door and grabbed him tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw.
In the light breath of green grass, Han Li closed his eyes, and his body and mind finally fell into a deep sleep.