Du Wei's body withered instantly.
Blood was spattered on the window, the curtains were torn apart by Li Sinian to wrap the body, and the bright floor-to-ceiling windows were exposed to the air. From the sky to the ground, a screen of blood was splashed, sticky and scarlet, in the cold A scalding feeling surged on the glass. Fang Daichuan was as bright red as he could see. He stood still, staring at the blood splattered on his feet, and looked up at Li Sinian in bewilderment. Li Sinian's expression was also dazed, as if he hadn't reacted at all.
"The current number of survivors: 3, the game continues." The machine reported the information faithfully.
The game is not over, Du Wei is not the last werewolf, Chen Hui is.
Fang Daichuan heard a voice in his mind saying this, he waved away the voice, he didn't want to think about these things now.
He is very tired.
What does it feel like to escape from the dead
Not ecstasy, not mourning, but a pale dullness. Tired, bored, don't want to talk. All emotions were suppressed under a layer of chaotic dullness, and he didn't want to say a word, and he didn't want to confide a word.
Fang Daichuan turned his head and went out. He sat on the rock behind the house, hugged his knees, and looked down at his palm prints. After a while, maybe five minutes, maybe half an hour, Fang Daichuan couldn't figure it out, and felt that Li Sinian was also sitting beside him. Li Sinian held two bottles of wine in his hands.
Fang Daichuan took a bottle, raised his head and filled half of it. It was a bottle of white wine, which should have been acrid and bitter in his throat, but Fang Daichuan seemed to have lost his senses.
Li Sinian pried off the bottle cap and poured half of the wine into the sea.
The two sat in silence.
Seabirds fly high in the distance, their voices are shrill. Geological activities interfere with the magnetic field, making them dizzy and unable to find their way back and forth. The outside of the house was quiet, and the inside of the house was also dead silent. A living person and three corpses gathered in the hall without making a sound. After a long time, Fang Daichuan raised his head. He leaned heavily on Li Sinian, as if he had let go of all his strength.
"Go back," Li Sinian kissed Fang Daichuan's temple, "It's all over."
Is it all over? Fang Daichuan looked up at the distant sky, the misty sky, and the ground was covered with a layer of pale dust, as if covered with frost. He did not dare to assert.
He buried his head on Li Sinian's neck, and rubbed against Li Sinian's collar, the soft fabric instantly absorbed a few drops of water.
Li Sinian wanted to comfort him and divert his attention, so he simply stood up with his arms around him, exerting strength from his waist and abdomen, supported him with one hand, hugged him to his chest, and supported his buttocks with his palms.
Fang Daichuan has practiced his body all year round, and his muscles are beautiful. They are not the exaggerated flesh of a bodybuilder, but delicate and undulating lines. His buttocks are upright, and the QQ bounces when he holds it up, a kind of firmness with muscles and bones, the kind that can bounce twice with one pat.
Li Sinian couldn't hold back, and his hands twitched.
Fang Daichuan was so frightened that he leaned on Li Sinian's body. Li Sinian couldn't use his left hand, and he was holding himself with one palm, shaking and shaking very dangerously. He looked at the pile of rocks under him, and his voice changed a bit: "Brother, be careful! Don't bump! Let me down, don't smash my tailbone..."
He knows his weight. Even though he has burnt a small layer of subcutaneous fat for so many days on the island and lost a lot of weight, his skeleton and muscles are definitely not a scale that an adult can hold up with one hand. . However, Li Sinian lifted it easily and casually. He even shook his palm twice more violently, and pinched his fingers on his two buttocks through a layer of fabric.
"Don't worry, I won't fall on you. If I fall off, I'll cover you up." Li Sinian said with a smile in his voice, maybe because of Fang Daichuan's cowardly look, maybe because he finally regained his vitality.
At this time, Fang Daichuan didn't care about his face anymore, he used his hands and feet to grab him, and his posture was embarrassing to his grandma's house. He tilted his head, rested his chin on the small socket at the junction of the other party's collarbone and neck, and said with a wry smile: "You are a real person, pretending to be gentle. I didn't even know you were so strong."
Li Sinian raised one corner of his mouth: "You have beautiful fists and embroidered legs. It looks like you were trained in the gym. You just look good. Can you compare with me?"
When he said this, Fang Daichuan felt some pain in his heart.
He had no relatives since he was a child, wandered in the pickpocket group, went to the street to beg and cheat, and then moved to a foreign country, joined a mercenary organization, and lived and died for many years. With such experience as a background, how could he be the gentle and handsome man shown on the outside? He thought of the long scar on Li Sini's waist, lying crookedly there, shockingly ugly.
Behind this man, there is an unfathomable past like the sea, and some hardships on his body are nothing to him. If one hand is abandoned, he can still be calm.
Not to mention just now...
Fang Daichuan put his arms around Li Sinian's shoulders, and wrapped his right hand around, not daring to touch his left shoulder.
Li Sinian felt his softening, and smiled in his ear: "Why, brother Chuan'er loves me?"
Fang Daichuan was a little embarrassed, and deliberately spoke in a rough voice in his ear, and what he said was true. He said: "Brother Chuan'er will be here in the future to make you happy every day and not let you be wronged."
Li Sinian paused.
Mixed feelings.
When they opened the door and entered the house, there was no one in the house. Du Wei's body was also gone, a bloodstain stretched across the ground, the width of a person, spread along the hall to the stairs, and the steps of the stairs were also full of puddles of blood, as if the body had been taken away by some kind of monster generally.
Li Sinian was taken aback by this sight.
He put down Dai Chuan, avoided the bloodstains, took two steps up the stairs, and looked up from the bottom.
Chen Hui was looking down with her head half down, only her eyes could be seen from the gap in the stairs, staring at him with a condescending malice. Li Sinian did not back down. Chen Hui lowered her eyes, kept moving her hands, and dragged Du Wei's body up to the second floor.
"What's going on?" Fang Daichuan stepped forward and grabbed Li Sinian's cuff.
Li Sinian looked up and saw that Chen Hui was no longer around the corner, so he shook his head.
The two of them cleaned up the hall first, and now there are only three of them left. They fully complied with that sentence. Someone would collect the body if they died early, and those who died later thought they were unlucky. The corpses of Yang Song and Ding Zihui were wrapped in the curtains, and each of them grabbed a corner of the fabric, carried the corpses outside, and buried the two girls still in the sandpit where other people were buried.
When Mrs. Song was buried that day, Ding Zihui picked up a gold necklace of the old lady and put it in the sandpit for the funeral. Now the bunker is still the same bunker, but Ding Zihui himself is buried. Fang Daichuan thought for a moment, then reached out and put the note he signed back into Ding Zihui's pocket.
A very cute girl, she was so fussy about life and death during her lifetime, and when she was dying, she had a note in her pocket.
Fang Daichuan was in a heavy mood, feeling that the note was heavy.
In his next life, he would look more openly, watching the sand and soil gradually encroach on the girl's face, and thought to say sorry silently.
The two finished burying the person and washed the bloody floor with water. The floor has been soaked by water these days, and the four corners of the wood are raised high, and it is already a little loose.
There were two other bodies in the building. —Du Wei's body was dragged into the house by Chen Hui, and the door was locked. There was still a corpse with a beer belly on the third floor, but it was not brought down.
Li Sinian felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and he became very dizzy. He helped the table and looked at the time: "Okay, don't clean up, let's love the rest, let's go back to the house and go to bed first."
Fang Daichuan saw that his complexion was not good, he shook his hands, and touched his forehead, the tentacles were hot.
He was a little worried: "You have to hold on."
Although Li Sinian was not feeling well, he was in good spirits. He let out a deep breath, hugged Fang Daichuan, and said, "Okay."
The two walked upstairs together. Fang Daichuan saw him frowning and thinking, and persuaded him, "I've survived. Chen Hui alone can't cause any trouble. If she goes out tomorrow What kind of moth, two votes to one vote, she has no means."
Li Sinian nodded.
The two swiped their cards to enter the room. Li Sinian looked at the sea swept by the tide outside the window, and murmured, "I hope so."