star hunter

This airtight room was no more than three square meters. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no light at all. The whole space was dark and cramped, full of a suffocating sense of oppression.

Zhong Yuncong curled up on the ground like a dead dog. He experienced an electric shock not long ago. The sore, itchy pain like an ant bite has not faded from his bone marrow, and the involuntary spasm has not subsided. The picket team that wanted information quickly changed to another method of extorting a confession—waterboarding.

Speaking of which, thanks to his horrible herpes, everyone is willing to die, and no one dares to approach him, so it is not the traditional kind of waterboarding, but more direct and rude - far away with a high-pressure water hose. ground rush.

But for Zhong Yuncong, who had already suffered a round of torture, it was hard enough. He couldn't stand the impact of the surging water arrows, so he fell to the ground within two strokes, and his clothes were soon soaked , weighed heavily on him, as if he was carrying an iceberg, icy cold.

However, to Ding Chengye's disappointment, the boy surnamed Zhong's bones were much harder than he had imagined. The electrocution and water torture took turns, but he still couldn't pry his mouth open. If he was killed, the superior wanted to blame him, so he stopped temporarily and threw the wet Zhong Yuncong into the dark room.

Zhong Yuncong was already suffering from a low-grade fever, but the electric shock poured water into his nasal cavity and trachea, and he was almost suffocated; his joints were aching, and his body seemed to be freezing; I couldn't vomit again, the discomfort was really indescribable.

Zhong Yun has personally experienced what life is better than death.

But the real crux is not illness or torture, but Su Xian.

As soon as Zhong Yun closed his eyes, Su Xian's ashen face would appear in front of his eyes.

He thought he loved him, but he didn't realize that he was the source of his suffering.

He covered his right eye with trembling hands, never loathing and hating himself so much, he recalled the emptiness and desolation in his right pupil, it was a place where light could never reach—it was the place that should have been left by him. To bear the darkness.

The indescribable self-loathing made him grit his teeth, mouth full of bitterness, a sense of loss of strength hit him again, and a layer of fine bumps appeared on his sweaty body.

Huge sadness wrapped his heart silently, like a piece of wood thrown into the stove, burned by the flame, constantly changing color, from strong orange to fiery crimson, and then to dim flickering, falling into Darkness, finally extinguished.

He won't forgive me, will he?Zhong Yun asked himself silently, he smiled miserably in the dark, of course not, because I can't even forgive me.

He recalled the last time he saw Su Xian, and suddenly realized that he was dying.

Yes, he would die with hatred for him and never remember him as a person again.

Death itself is the most complete forgetting.

This thought seemed to be the thorn that pierced Nightingale's heart, causing Zhong Yuncong to fall into despair beyond redemption.

I am a guilty man, he thought vaguely, and this is my punishment.

"...See if that guy is dead?"

Just as he was lying in a daze, a human voice came from outside the door, and then, the transom window was half opened, and the light came in drowsily, which hurt his eyes.

Seeing that he was still moving, the inspecting picket was relieved, and turned back to tell his companions: "Don't worry, I still have some breath."

The slanting light beam fell to the ground, forming a small bright light spot. After Zhong Yuncong got used to the light, he suddenly moved, dipped his fingers in water, and stroked in the center of the light spot I started painting.

Soon, a portrait appeared under his hands.

He stared intently at the crude portrait, a little dazed, as if it was the first time he was being painted.

In fact, I wanted to do this a long time ago, but the person didn't agree; and later, it was because I ran out of time.

He looked at it for a while, then slowly leaned over, and put his face on the painting, an inexplicable satisfaction welled up in his empty heart.

He was afraid that if it was later, the water would dry up and he would disappear.

Just as he was sinking into the false warmth brought by this damp and cold, there was a sudden commotion and uproar outside.

He vaguely heard Ding Chengye's surprised and angry voice: "Why are you?!"

What answered him was a low and short gunshot, followed by a series of calls for help, counterattacks and fleeing sounds.

What a mess.He thought nonchalantly.

The tiredness came like a tide, and Zhong Yun never could resist it. Although the outside was very uneven, his consciousness was still getting more and more lax.

And just before he fell into a coma, the tightly closed door of the prison was broken open without warning, and he was suddenly awakened, and he managed to raise his eyelids, looking intently.

There was a figure standing in front of the door, with a slender figure, with his back to the light, only a little outline could be seen, and it was extremely cold in the faint light.

Zhong Yuncong's ears still buzzed, but his eyes suddenly became hot. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew who it was.

Is his injury all healed?Is he here to see me?What will he... tell me?

From surprise to panic, that is, the blink of an eye.

The other party didn't give him much time to stress, he opened his legs and walked towards him step by step.

Zhong Yun subconsciously wanted to escape, but his physical condition did not allow him to do so.

So he could only watch helplessly as the distance between them gradually narrowed.

He was like a prisoner waiting for trial, and every step Su Xian took crushed his heart.

Zhong Yuncong opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

Su Xian also didn't say a word, he bent down, his arms went around his armpits and knees respectively, and picked up the patient who had no room for resistance from the ground.

With the dim light, Zhong Yuncong finally saw his face and his right eye clearly.

He hastily looked away.

In the process of leaving the headquarters of the picket team, there were countless obstacles, and Zhong Yun, who was dizzy, never knew how they escaped from the hail of bullets. He only knew that Su Xian seemed to be injured again, because he heard the muffled hum that he deliberately suppressed .

During this journey, none of them made a sound, because they all knew that this was not an occasion for talking.

Of course, it's more likely because they haven't thought about what to say to each other.

After Su Xian led him to get rid of the picket team's pursuit completely, the sky in the east had turned pale.

They walked between the roofs, hiding their eyes and ears all the way. Su Xian's figure was vigorous and agile, but Zhong Yuncong felt a strong uneasiness in his heart when he saw him like this.

He clearly vomited blood not long ago, why did he return to normal after one night?

Just when he was full of doubts, the sound of hunting and hunting suddenly sounded in his ears. He looked around and unexpectedly found that they were at a high altitude.

Su Xian reproduced the ability to control the wind, and led him to ride the wind.

What a familiar scene.

Zhong Yun couldn't help but think of the night they first met.

However, the flight didn't last too long, Su Xian landed somewhere and put him down, Zhong Yuncong couldn't even sit still, and fell backward as soon as he landed, but fortunately he gave him a hand and let him lean on him body.

The whistling air flow continued to hit, and the blowing chill made Zhong Yuncong's brain wake up a little bit. Only then did he realize that they seemed to be on the top of a tower, under the city's second-to-none height, the entire " "Island" is almost miniaturized into an exquisite model, but the mist in the morning seems to cover the streets and houses with a layer of tulle, and the scene in the eyes can no longer be seen clearly.

"This is the top of the Star Pagoda." Su Xian said in a low voice with a slightly hoarse voice, "They probably wouldn't have guessed that we're here... Even if they guessed it, they wouldn't be able to catch up for a while."

As Zhong Yuncong expected, this is the star tower standing in the center of Mengchuan.

When he first came to the "isolated island", he was quite yearning for this gray tower. He always felt that it looked a bit romantic, but he never found a chance to climb it. Unexpectedly, at a critical moment, he patronized one time.

But his mind quickly moved away from the tower under his feet and returned to Su Xian.

His voice came from behind his ears, warm and peaceful breath wrapped around the back of his neck, a strange frequency hit his heart deeply and shallowly, and the slight numbness spread from the atrium to the whole body.

He closed his eyes, his white and chapped lips moved hesitantly: "...why did you come?"

"Why?" He repeated his question in a low voice, and suddenly smiled. Zhong Yuncong could clearly feel the slight vibration in his chest, "Why do you think I came?"

His rhetorical question shocked him all over, Zhong Yuncong raised his head slightly, just in time to touch the light gathered by the tips of his thick eyelashes under the morning sun.

He is sad and happy, bitter and sweet.

Su Xian seemed to have the ability to read minds, seeing his self-blame and pain clearly.

He sighed helplessly, stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, and pressed his lips against his hair.

"Yun Cong, I know what you're thinking."

"That's right, that incident was indeed an unbearable nightmare for me."

He felt that the body of the person in his arms trembled, so he hugged him even harder.

"But it has passed after all, and I don't want to always be stuck in the past. Besides, you were just a baby at that time and didn't understand anything. It wasn't your fault at all."

Zhong Yuncong opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a single syllable, so he shook his head.

"Besides, my cornea is in your eye, not someone else's," Su Xian gently turned his face around, forcing him to look at himself, he stroked his face, and whispered , "I can bear part of the darkness for you, I am willing."

His voice lingered lowly, circling back and forth, like echoes, getting deeper and deeper.

Through blood and flesh, beyond everything.