Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1535 Imprisonment (40)

  At three in the morning, the man finally moved.

   But the movement is like an old man who moves very slowly, it is extremely difficult, as if moving will consume most of his energy.

  Late at night, almost everyone is asleep, including the homeless.

  Only he, slowly moved his heavy steps, staggered, and fell to the ground again.

   Dead drunk.

  Yun Si followed behind him, watching how he walked through the deserted street step by step, and returned to the place where he lived silently like a defeated dog in the water—

  A dark basement.

  The door to the basement is made of iron and fastened with an iron chain.

  He fell to the door, as if he had no strength left, just fell there, motionless.

   As if dead.

  The cold iron gate, the biting cold evening wind.

  His body seemed to be very cold, his fingers were so stiff that he couldn't move.

  Under the messy hair, his face was disgustingly visible to the naked eye, still festering.

  Puss flowed out, but he didn't seem to feel it. His whole body lost all vitality, and he was almost dying in this cold winter.

  Yun Si slowly squatted down and looked at him silently.

   Tighten her fingers and pinch herself, until the tingling sensation came, and she could feel a sense of reality.

  The sense of reality is telling her that he used to live such a miserable life.

  Yun Si looked at him quietly, and stretched out her hand, wanting to touch him lightly.

  When she touched his cold, almost temperatureless hand, she was startled for a moment, then looked at her own hand again.

   In addition to being astonished, she stretched out her hand and touched him lightly as if she wanted to prove something.

  ...can really be touched.

   Yun Si was a little at a loss.

  Looking at her hands for a while, she reacted, approached him, and slowly helped him up.

  The iron chain was locked, but Yun Si cast a spell at will and it was untied.

  She pushed open the door and slowly helped the drunk man inside.

  The humid, cold air in the basement blows towards my face, so cold that my skin becomes painful at that moment, which is unbearable.

  Yun Si raised her eyes, and the first thing that caught her eyes were pictorials, big and small, all over the wall.

   All of her, all of them.

  Walls, ceilings, windows…

  As long as there are posters that can be posted, they are all covered with her.

   An out-and-out obsessive fan, the fan is almost crazy.

  It's pretty empty here, nothing but posters.

   No bed, no sofa, no table, not even...not even a quilt.

   There is nothing but plastered posters.

   On the ground, there are all neatly stacked posters.

  As long as it was not posted, he packed it neatly and arranged it neatly.

   Untouched by the half barrenness of this basement.

   "..." Yun Si took a deep breath.

   After calming down, she closed the iron door casually.

  Holding his waist with one hand, he looked left and right, looking for a place to stay.

  As for those magazine posters, Yun Si did a random trick and moved them to a corner.

   After finally sorting out an open space in this narrow space, she was about to make a move.

  The person she had been supporting slowly raised his head.

  Hiding under the disheveled hair, the cloudy eyes were empty and gray, and they fixedly looked at her.

  It seems that I have lost my mind.

  Yun Si noticed something, turned her head, and met his gaze.

  He looked at her quietly, without moving.

  (end of this chapter)