Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan went up to the third floor again.
Last night, the two heard Yang Song's screams, ran down from the third floor in a hurry, and found that Niu Xinyan's son was burned, and then caught up with a series of messy things, people died one by one, and they never came up again However, the third floor remained the same as it was when the two rushed downstairs. This time, the two focused on nothing else, went straight to the small black room, collected the documents that were scattered at the beginning, sealed them in bags and brought them down. The body of the beer belly was also dragged down by the two together, and buried back in the sandpit.
There are several other rooms on the third floor.
Fang Daichuan's curiosity swelled unprecedentedly. Tomorrow is the seventh day, and someone will come to pick him up. In any case, this test is over, and he has other thoughts.
"Let's open the other door and take a look," Fang Daichuan said, "Chen Hui is right, the boss behind the scenes is not known yet, so let's look for clues, so we won't be too passive."
Li Sinian nodded, found an awl and iron wire, and fiddled with it for a long time. With a screwdriver in his mouth, he squeezed a card into the crack of the door with his right hand, unscrewed the screw and directly removed the door lock.
The two pushed the door open and went in.
The room on the third floor is quite open, facing south, with good lighting and ventilation, half the size of the hall downstairs. Fang Daichuan held up a candle to observe. There should be a small gap in the window, and there was a slight fishy smell of sea breeze in the room. There are some furniture and other things around the walls, all covered with a layer of white cloth.
Fang Daichuan walked to the corner of the room and took off the white cloth casually.
is a painting.
A man was tied alone on a rock by the sea, and his limbs were bound by heavy chains. A group of birds hovered in the sky, and each bird was like a dark shadow, flying around and trying to swallow his flesh. Half of his chest was cut open, revealing the blood-red internal organs inside, which was very oppressive.
"What is this?" Fang Daichuan frowned, and reached out to touch the canvas. The paint was brushed on the canvas, and there were slight brush marks and bumps.
Li Sinian stood behind him and looked at the painting: "Prometheus bound."
It's a famous painting copied, Fang Daichuan thought to himself, he suddenly remembered the "Wheat Field Surprised by Crows" he had seen in Niu Xinyan's mother and son's room, could it be that the boss copied it himself? It's quite attentive, he thought, bringing the candlestick close to the canvas, carefully looking for the inscription on it.
There is an inconspicuous signature in the corner, signed with a curvy pen, with only one word, Eternity.
Eternity? Fang Daichuan turned around in his mind, recalling the poor English vocabulary he learned in college.
If I remember correctly, it seems to be a very religious word, meaning eternity
Fang Daichuan was puzzled.
He lifted the white cloth one by one, and the canvas under the cover was all paintings, dozens of paintings, some Fang Daichuan knew, some he didn't know, some copied, and some painted the island, with gloomy colors and desolate brushstrokes. However, there are also occasional paintings with religious themes, in which the Madonna gazes lovingly at the world, or the Greek goddess holding a jug, bathed in the sun, which makes people feel a little more peaceful.
For some reason, Fang Daichuan felt a little uncomfortable watching it.
"This man is so pitiful." He thought, and said straight.
Li Sinian was looking up at a statue of the Virgin Mary, and was taken aback when he heard the words: "What do you say?"
Fine art and aesthetic appreciation must be compulsory courses for directors. Li Sinian's understanding of these paintings must be far more accurate than his own. Fang Daichuan felt that he was a bit tricky, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know how to appreciate, I just think that this person should be very depressed. Yes, it’s contradictory and not happy at all.”
"He's asking for help..." Fang Daichuan pondered the painting carefully, frowning tightly.
Li Sinian looked at it in order, from the first picture to the last one. After looking at it for a while, he shook his head with a smile. He didn't know whether he didn't agree with Fang Daichuan's point of view, or he just didn't see it.
"Meow~"
A soft chirping came from behind the curtain.
Fang Daichuan came back to his senses, he opened the curtains, and the black cat was standing on the bay window, licking his right paw.
"It's you?" Fang Daichuan asked in surprise, "Where have you been these days? Have you eaten?"
Of course cats can't talk, so the black cat walked past Fang Daichuan coldly, ran up to Li Sinian's feet, and rubbed its neck against Li Sinian's feet.
Li Sinian squatted down and gently scratched the black cat's neck with his fingers. The cat stretched itself, purring comfortably, turned over and exposed its belly, which turned out to be white.
"Get out, don't play here." Li Si said young, and waved it away.
The little black cat understood it, turned around and walked towards the window sill, meowed twice, and then got out of the window.
"That's what you say..." Fang Daichuan had a taste, but he didn't know whose taste it was.
The second room was empty, with a round table in the center and a pen on it. Fang Daichuan picked it up and took a look. It was the same model as his own. It seemed that this room was the room where the Wolves met in the middle of the night to discuss strategies.
The third room is a room full of records.
Not the kind of tapes and discs, but vinyl records, black discs of a certain thickness, with rings of various colors embedded in the middle, properly placed on wooden shelves, and filled the room.
A gramophone in the corner.
"This is good." Li Sinian stepped forward to touch the wooden box of the gramophone, "Move it down and put it in our room."
The phonograph was very heavy, Fang Daichuan closed the lid, picked it up carefully, and asked, "But the villa has been cut off?"
"This is an old-fashioned needle phonograph, hand-cranked," Li Sinian pointed to the handle on the side of the box, "Wait while I pick a disc."
I really enjoy life, Fang Daichuan complained silently in his heart, the noble young master.
After going downstairs, Li Sinian pried the wine bottle there, and Fang Daichuan went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The water in the water heater has been completely exhausted, and he has been running it for a long time without a single drop coming out. The two of them were dragging the corpse out of a rotten body, and into several dusty rooms, their bodies were dirty and smelly, Fang Daichuan absolutely couldn't do it just to sleep like this.
He opened the door with his slippers on, poked his head out and asked Li Sinian what to do.
Li Sinian looked out the window and smiled at him.
seaside.
The moonlight is dim and the stars are dotted.
Li Sinian stood shirtless in the waist-deep seawater, his muscles glistening white under the hazy moonlight and stars above his head. The gauze on his left shoulder was already half wet with water, and a little blood was still oozing out, like a voluptuous ghost who specializes in sucking human spirits.
Fang Daichuan sat on the reef beside him, poking a handful of water with his feet to tease him.
Li Sinian was splashed all over, and looked back at him with raised eyebrows. Some drops of water splashed on his cheeks, and there was a smile in his eyes. Fang Daichuan covered his face at that moment, and cursed "fuck me" in his heart.
When he was taking a bath that day, Li Siqian's chest was full of bubbles from the shower gel. Fang Daichuan was thinking about something, so he didn't look at it carefully, but now he saw the whole person from front to back. A narrow row of tattoos on Li Sinian's waist happened to be stuck at the side of his underwear, crossing his well-arranged abdominal muscles and slightly protruding hip bones, and the mermaid line tightened tightly around his waist.
Can't see, can't see, Fang Daichuan took a few deep breaths, both of them were only wearing underwear, if there is any reaction in the wilderness, the other party can see it at a glance, it is too embarrassing.
As he thought about it, the fire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter.
Don't be awkward, after taking a shower, Li Sinian wiped it casually with his T-shirt, and put on his clothes. Fang Daichuan didn't wear a T-shirt, just put on jeans, and walked back behind him, always feeling that his wet underwear was sticking to his flesh, and the rough jeans were rubbing against him, which made him uncomfortable.
The first thing Fang Daichuan did when he returned to the room was to get a new pair of underwear. With his back to him, Li Sinian was tinkering with the gramophone, the handle rattling and shaking. Holding the underwear, Fang Daichuan hesitated for a while, feeling that the two big men, who had kissed, hugged and insisted on going to the bathroom to change their underwear, seemed a bit pretentious and he felt guilty.
Thinking of this, he stood by the bed, gritted his teeth and took off his pants.
Behind me came the melody of trumpet and piano.
Fang Daichuan hurriedly put on his new underwear and turned around.
Li Sinian stood in front of the window with folded arms, staring at him with interest.
A hoarse male voice slowly flowed out from the pointer of the phonograph. The voice was not pleasant, very hoarse and muddy, but it flowed into my heart strangely.
"This music..." Fang Daichuan usually listens to it a lot, and he is not familiar with this song, but he said cautiously based on a little impression, "It's very similar to the style in "La La Land."
Li Sinian snapped his fingers in surprise, and praised: "Not bad, it's jazz. Louis Armstrong, kiss fire."
He spoke and sang slowly to the beat.
Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely
(When I kissed you for the first time, I gave my heart to you)
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be
(I am a slave, willingly, without complaint or regret)
Li Sinian's voice is nice, with a standard youthful timbre, and his smile is a little low. When he sings in English, he enunciates his words very clearly, and his breath is soft, which is completely different from when he speaks Chinese.
Very slutty.
Fang Daichuan felt goosebumps all over his body.
He hummed softly: "Don't pity me, don't pity me"
—Don't pity me, don't pity me.
He sang and walked towards the bed. Fang Daichuan came back shirtless, his jeans hadn't been put on, and his whole body was only covered by two thin pieces of cloth. On the other hand, Li Sinian's clothes were neat, and the water drops from his hair fell on the T-shirt, which was quickly absorbed by the cotton cloth.
Fang Daichuan swallowed, his eyes sparkling.
Li Sinian leaned close to his ear, with a deep smile in his voice:
Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow
(give me your lips, you only promise me plundered lips)
Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow
(Please love me tonight, tomorrow I'll be taken by the devil)
I know that I must have your kiss although it medooms
(I know I must want your kiss even if it kills me)
Though it consumes me the kiss of fire!!!
(Even if I burn and consume in your kiss)
Fang Daichuan couldn't bear it anymore, pulled Li Sinian's skirt, said in a low voice, "As you wish." Then he opened his mouth and kissed him.
The record continued to sing conscientiously.
I touch your lips and all at once the sparks go flying
(The moment I touch your lips sparks fly)
Those devil lips that know so well the art of lying
(Those demonic lips know artful lies)
And though I see the danger, still the flame grows higher
(I know it's dangerous, but I can't help it)
I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire
(I know sooner or later I'll surrender to your kiss)
Fang Daichuan's cheeks were on fire, and the sound of water mixed with the harmonious timbre of the trumpet. Fang Daichuan bit the tip of the other party's tongue lightly, and heard Li Sinian's laughter, mixed with a strong nasal voice, which was hopelessly sexy. The two breathed rapidly, and Fang Daichuan caught a glimpse of the other's chest that was burnt red with lust from the corner of his eye.
"Wait a minute..." Li Sinian took a few breaths, and opened the distance between them with a smile. Fang Daichuan rubbed against the side of his neck in dissatisfaction, and the corners of his mouth were full of water.
Li Sinian reached out his hand to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, gasped and smiled, "I have something to confess to you."
The record had ended and the phonograph reset with a soft click.
Fang Daichuan raised his head, his eyes were desperate and eager: "Are you in a hurry, don't worry about it tomorrow morning?" He gently rubbed against the opponent's waist and crotch, and rubbed it on the rough jeans through a thin cloth, which was hot and refreshing .
"It's not in a hurry...it's about my first love..." Li Sinian deliberately drew his voice out.
With a whimper, Fang Daichuan threw him onto the big bed behind him, grabbed him with hands and feet, bit his neck fiercely, and said in a rough voice, "Say it now! Explain it to me!"
During the movement, the skin of the two of them stuck tightly together, and they both felt each other's body temperature. Li Sinian's eyes darkened instantly.
I have no meat! I am also helpless when the number of words explodes! Cover the pot and escape!