Died at the age of 17

The lamp beside the table was turned on, illuminating Vulkan's indifferent face.They all recognized each other.Bill was smart, and he hadn't gotten carried away by the drugs and lost his mind.That subtle premonition started when the 'woman' walked into the room.Like a wild beast exuding a dangerous murderous aura.He knew what the devil with the angel face in front of him wanted to do.

Bill's eyes flickered, sharpened, and gave off a dangerous gleam.He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Vulkan's slender neck.Vulcan felt that he was gradually losing his breath, and his eyes were covered by a familiar blackness.He gasped heavily, but still couldn't breathe.The veins on his neck popped, and a blush appeared on his pale face.He felt that he was on the verge of death, but he didn't want to die in this dirty place, and he didn't want to die in the hands of such a person.

The instinct to live drove him to reach out for the candlestick on the low table.That cheap brass candlestick, the pattern and material are very inferior, but the weight is worthy of conscience.With all his strength, he raised the candlestick and smashed it down on the back of Bill's head.

A muffled sound pierced the stagnant air.Bill suddenly stopped, like a puppet with a broken string, lost its life, and slumped in the darkness.The back of his head burst open, splashing out bright red blood, mixed with milky white brain that was almost transparent.His expression was almost horrified, as if he couldn't accept the sudden death, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was about to scream.His sharp eyes became sharper and colder, his pupils gradually became dilated, and a layer of shadow covered the cunning and bright brilliance in his eyes, leaving him as silent as death.

The warm liquid splashed across Vulkan's face, into his blue eyes, and onto his bright red lips.This is the first time that Vulcan feels the passing of life so intuitively.His expression was almost blank with confusion.He fell into a gap of thought.He had killed many people, most of them with poison, but it was the first time he saw the other person die in front of his eyes like this.Death is so beautiful and sad, like a nightingale stabbing a rose on her heart, like life, like love.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the interstitial fluid mixture that landed on his lips.The indescribable taste is like mixed emotions.It's not that he doesn't have joy and excitement, it's just that all the good emotions are buried under a deeper and darker emotion, and the compassion for life itself overrides everything else.

Joan let out a short, quick exclamation. She was terrified, and when Vulcan killed Bill, she felt a shock in her soul.She looked at Vulcan's face, his face covered with blood and brains, like a bloody demon.However, his confused and innocent eyes looked like an angel unintentionally stained with evil.

In the face of death, people are always more timid than imagined.

Vulkan stretched out his hand again, covering Bill's eyes with his cold hand.Beneath his calm face, there were thousands of emotions surging, but the moment he closed his eyes, they disappeared completely.His movements are very gentle, gentle like an angel sympathizing with the world, this is the last tenderness he gave to the deceased who had been washed away from sin.

He drew the knife again, having lost all strange emotion that suddenly flashed.His eyes were cold, like ice peaks frozen for thousands of years.Holding the knife, he slashed the face of the deceased.It wasn't the kind of random destruction, but a layer of smooth skin was gently peeled off from the chin, exposing bright red bones and flesh.There was no pity or hesitation in his movements, briskly as if playing a nocturne on black and white keys.

Then he divided the body into many pieces and stacked them together, and put them in a burlap bag.He took a rag and wiped off all the blood splatter.All of this was handled by him alone, but his movements were very neat.

Joan couldn't help but her hairs stood on end, she took a breath, all the words were choked in her throat, she couldn't make a sound.But she decided that she must leave Paris after the matter was completed. This was also Vulcan's promise to her. He would give her a sum of money to allow her to spend the rest of her life in peace.Then she would stay away from him, even though she knew he would never go to her again.

Vulcan wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief, then he looked up at Joan, and he whispered 'Leave Paris, tonight. ' is an unquestionable command.It's not that he couldn't bear to watch Joan die, but he was afraid that she would confess himself.This is the reason Vulkan convinced himself.

Although there was no harm in the end, huge troubles were still buried behind the long night.Bill is different from the people they killed before, he has a prominent position and a deep family property.He died in a very troublesome place, and he ushered in death in a very troublesome way.His family is bound to find him, and the result is bound to be found.How to get rid of the suspicion and how to whitewash the peace in the police interrogation, this is a question worth thinking about.There is not much time left for Vulcan.

Vulkan walked in the mist.The expression on his face was very pale, almost blank.He put on a black cloak and hid himself in the mist.No one would think that there was a huge sack hidden under his cloak, and no one would know what was hidden in his sack.The strong smell of blood filled the air and turned into a deep red mist in the thick fog.

He walked home, and when he reached the yard, he closed the door softly and went to the back of the house.The late-night party had just ended, people were walking drunk, and no one noticed what Vulkan was doing under the huge shadow of the house.

The rose is just about to bloom, and the dew that has condensed in the night is dripping from the flower.Vulcan dug up the soil under the roses, dug a deep but not big hole, and stuffed the sack into it.His movements of cultivating soil are extremely skillful and graceful.The rose was planted in the same place, but the crimson flowers bloomed more coquettishly and strangely.

Hearing the crisp sound of hitting the door frame, Xia Musha opened his eyes.The warm and cool touch still remained on his lips, but he felt surrounded by cold despair.

Xia Mousha walked into the toilet.Leaning against the wall next to the toilet, he put his finger in his mouth and inserted it into the esophagus. With a sudden jerk, the milk he just drank rushed like a tide and poured into the toilet.He was panting heavily, his hair wet with sweat covering his face.He felt a scorching heat, but he didn't know whether it came from his stomach or his heart.

He watched the dirty milk swirl and flow into the sewer, but his anxiety and sorrow could not be washed away with the water.

He sat on the window sill for a long time, and the outside was covered by deep and thick fog, and the gloom and sin were covered with a white curtain.But this white mist was very unfriendly to him, covering his eyes and also blinding his heart.

He felt that the fog was full of intoxicating colors.His thoughts became stagnant and sluggish.He couldn't imagine that the person he loved so much left behind his back in the middle of the night, holding a seductive woman in his arms, or leaning in the arms of a strange man.He thought a lot about betrayal and conspiracy.It's just that he never expected that this was a murder, a revenge, and he himself had been involved in it from the very beginning.

There is only love in his world, and Vulcan is the color of everything in his world.He silently endured weeping and sleeping, he shouted loudly, hoarse.He can give up on himself for him, and be pitied from then on.He felt his deformed love sprouting in the night.He wants to collect all the rare treasures in the world to decorate his nobility, he wants to recite all the beautiful poems from ancient times to the present to praise his beauty, he likes to build a magnificent tower isolated from the world on a deserted island. Captivity made him his own.But he couldn't do anything, he was almost driven crazy by love. 【Note】

The sound of the door pierced the silent night again.He stood up and lay lightly on the bed, waiting for the final verdict to come.He was like a prisoner the night before the execution, all thoughts were burnt out, but his mind was as still as water.

Vulcan walked in.Xia Miaosha paused, he didn't look back, at that moment he figured it out, if his lover still hides it from him, it means that he still loves him.If you don't expose your lover's lies, can you always have your lover's love

Xia Musha smelled his cool body fragrance as if it was covered by another smell.The smell is very strong, very sweet, but with a strong fishy smell.The crimson breath drifted in front of him, filling the air.

is blood.

Xia Musha was stunned, he was sleeping on the bed motionless.Was his conjecture wrong? Vulkan didn't have a tryst with others in the middle of the night behind his back, but encountered some danger, and his heart was even more painful and anxious.He was very worried about whether his lover was injured, and he wanted to go back and ask his lover where he had been late at night these days.He wants to tell his lover that he can go to face danger with him.

There's no going back, he told himself.He still stopped, the blood was getting thicker and thicker, so that he couldn't turn his head back, the instinctive fear deep in his genes defeated everything.He gently closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He couldn't see, but his hearing became more acute.He heard the slight breathing of his lover, the sound of buttons rubbing against each other, the zisuo of fabric slipping, and the long sound of tearing silk.His scalp tingled.It was the sound of yarn being torn. He racked his brains, but he still couldn't imagine what kind of clothes it was.

Then the sound of water came from a distance, Xia Miaosha turned his head slowly, and saw a pool of blood on the ground.The torn cloth has been taken out, leaving behind a pool of bloodstains of varying shades.The bloodstain stopped at the door, and it also stopped Xia Musha's prying eyes.

The water stopped.Xia Musha turned her head stiffly.Vulcan cleaned up the blood on the ground, and the golden gauze skirt was also washed down the sewer.He gently lay down on the bed, propped himself up, lifted the wet hair covering his eyes, and then kissed Xia Mousha's lips, a superficial kiss.Xia Mousha felt his heart beating violently, he held back and remained still, but he couldn't hold back for a long time.The moment he couldn't help trembling, the kiss stopped.Vulcan hugged him and fell asleep.

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