like a dog

Animal documentaries are still playing on TV, polar bears are biting each other on the ice sheet, their snow-white fur covered with blood.

Duan Qiwen fell down beside the sofa, his face flushed and twitching, and he tried his best to reach the broken handle of the toothbrush on the back of his neck, but the imbalance of pheromones caused spasms in his hands and feet, and he couldn't find the broken handle full of blood at all.

Lin Xun wiped the blood from his cheeks, knelt down and groped for Duan Qiwen. The basement was locked, and ninety percent of it was a fingerprint lock.He's not Han Zheng, and he can't do things like chopping off people's fingers.There should be a spare key just in case, otherwise they will not be able to get out by themselves in case of power failure or other failures.

Lin Xun quickly found a key around Duan Qiwen's neck, then pulled out the cell phone from his pocket, and threw it against the floor to the door.

He walked out of the room across the messy floor. The alarm had already sounded once, and Han Zheng would not receive another reminder.What he pierced was a gland, not an artery. Whether Duan Qiwen can live or not depends on himself.

In the first few days, he was indeed a little delirious, but as if he had developed a tolerance to the tranquilizer, he became sober very quickly, but he needed time to recuperate, so he did it.Han Zheng asks Duan Qiwen to feed him several medicines every day, some are calming, others are unrecognizable, and it is not clear which kind of medicine is the effect. After taking it, he can't exert his strength.

Lin Xun pushed open the door of the study, feeling dizzy for a while, and almost couldn't stop.

The blow just now almost exhausted all his strength, and he still can't slow down.He gritted his teeth and held on to the doorknob. Now is not the time to fall down. If he continues to dawdle, it will be over when Han Zheng comes back. It is very likely that even Han Xun will be in danger.

But even if he didn't escape, Han Zheng might not let his brother go.He is still interested in himself now, but after three to five years, when he is 35 or even 40 years old, it is impossible for him to focus only on him.

The door at the entrance was closed tightly, and the sun shone through the shutters, shaking off gaunt tree shadows.A heart-piercing pain exploded at the back of his neck, and Lin Xun knelt down in pain.

"Ah!!" Lin Xun screamed in pain as he pressed against the ground, his blood vessels seemed to be poured into boiling water, and the pain seemed to penetrate every inch of bone, stirring in the flesh with the blade.He struggled to take a step forward, but was still pinned in place trembling with excruciating pain.

He heard footsteps and gritted his teeth until he trembled.

"when……"

"It was on you the first night you came here, it just never gets used."

Han Zheng walked up to Lin Xun and lowered the electric shock intensity from high to low.

The tracking chip that Han Xuan had installed on him before had removed the components used for electric shocks, but he was just the opposite.He doesn't need to monitor his actions all the time, he only needs this function that can deprive him of his mobility as quickly as possible.And this single-function IC design is not a problem for him.

Han Zheng knelt down and said, "We can get along well, why do you have to test my bottom line?"

"Get along with……"

Lin Xun trembled and let out a low laugh, the cold sweat on his forehead slipped over the corners of his eyes, his headache seemed to be crushed from the inside out.He raised his head with force, his face was so pale that there was no blood, but his eyes were bloodshot.

"How many lives, the pain of so many people...my sister, her mother, Guan Shan and Fu Rui...and my original home, the things you destroyed...are you treating me well?"

Lin Xun was caught in the pain from the strong current stimulation, his shoulders twitched slightly, and the back of his neck was covered in cold sweat.

"You said you missed someone." Han Zheng tugged on his sweat-drenched hair, and his fingertips also felt numb. "Did you forget that there is still him, or do you not want me to remember him?"

"Han Zheng!" Lin Xun raised his chin and exclaimed with red eyes, "If you dare to touch him, I will definitely..."

"You forced me to treat him like this. That's your own brother, but you still chose yourself." Han Zheng's fingers penetrated into his wet hair roots, Lin Xun gritted his teeth and gasped, his eyes were full of pain and disgust, "Besides, I have raised him for so many years, so he should repay me."

"Han Zheng, are you still human!"

Lin Xun almost jumped up from the ground, Han Zheng grabbed him by his hair.He looked into his almost bloodshot eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Since you don't want what I gave, then give him that room. The one next door is more suitable for you."

Lin Xun frowned. There were two doors in the basement room, one was behind the bathroom, and the other was always locked.So he didn't just prepare a prison from the beginning, he never thought of letting any of them go.

"There are no windows and no lights. It's the best place for you to stay."

Lin Xun froze all over, the current seemed to flow to his back, and the blood in his veins almost stagnated for a moment.He re-digested what he heard, and it still meant the same thing.

He shook his head in disbelief: "You can't do this..."

"I can."

Han Zheng already knew that it was useless to be nice to this person.He is more hard-hearted than anyone else, even if he is caring, he will not be moved.

He must break him completely, only then will he be truly obedient.

Lin Xun hurriedly supported the ground to hide, but was dragged up by Han Zheng's wrist, which made his bones ache.He half kneeled on the ground and struggled with all his strength, the gauze on his left hand came loose, and blood flowed down his wrist to his forearm.

"Let go of me... let go!"

Lin Xun roared hysterically, his teeth chattered from the pain, his eyes became dizzy for a while, and the fleeting darkness made him shiver.Fear continued to surge up, and the residual pain after the electric shock was no longer so piercing.

He knows where his limit is, he can withstand verbal stimulation, but it is impossible to withstand darkness.He was no longer that Lin Xun who was in his twenties, let alone two months, he would completely collapse within two hours.It would crush his battered sanity to dust.How many more eight years, it is impossible for him to wake up again.

Han Zheng dragged him up from the ground, and Lin Xun almost choked with despair.

"stop……"

The slightly hoarse voice was like a thorn protruding from the air.Lin Xun looked towards the stairs on one side, and a tear was rolling down.It flowed over the numb cheeks, as warm as blood.

Han Xun pointed his gun at Han Zheng who was downstairs, and the muzzle of the gun swayed slightly: "Let him go."

Han Zheng sighed softly, he had forgotten that the one he kept by his side was always doing whatever he wanted, if he didn't go home, he wouldn't come back anywhere.

He let go of his hand, and Lin Xun fell limply back to the ground. He moved his lips palely, but his words turned into hoarse screams of pain.He fell convulsively to the ground, biting his lip and trembling.

"What did you do?" Han Xun glanced at Lin Xun who was in pain on the ground in a panic, raised his gun and shouted at Han Zheng, "I told you to stop!"

Han Zheng walked up the stairs facing the muzzle of the gun. Han Xun's hands trembled slightly, and he clenched the gun tightly in both hands and stepped back step by step, his voice became more trembling: "Why did you do this..."

He retreated to the corner of the stairs, looked at the silent Han Zheng with red eyes: "It's all fake, isn't it?"

He has always thought that crying is an extremely shameful thing, but now he realizes that sometimes the sockets of his eyes become sour, and the tears are harder to stop than blood.

Han Xun choked with sobs, and his breath was cut like a knife: "Then what am I...?"

He never thought of doubting him, even if he stayed in the study for more and more time these days, the food in the refrigerator would disappear inexplicably, and even Han Xuan's uncharacteristic visit, he didn't think about it.

Because he is his father, the relative who raised him and is connected with him by blood.

He has not met his mother, and has no other close relatives.But with him, the image is enough.He spent every birthday with him, took his hand and sent him to school.There were also times when he was studying hard, and when he came home with a certificate in primary school, he stroked his hair and smiled as if he was really happy.

Han Xuntong roared with red eyes: "What the hell am I!"

Han Zheng was noncommittal, he put the gun in his hand, pulled the safety of the gun for him, and said softly: "Han Xun, you are not suitable for using a gun."

Han Xun gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time. He closed his eyes with sobs, tears streaming down his face, and he also knelt down in exhaustion.He propped his forehead and roared in pain, then looked up at Han Zheng with tears in his eyes.

"Stop it, it won't work out..."

Han Zheng stood unmoved, and Han Xun's eyes dimmed for a moment.He laughed with red eyes: "You can't even lock one of them up, so how... lock us two?"

Han Zheng glanced at him thoughtfully, and slowly exhaled, "You're right."

Lin Xun was trembling in pain, his temples were throbbing, the words of the two slowly squeezed into his ears, his whole body was so cold that his heartbeat almost stopped for a moment.

No, Han Xun, you can't say this to him...

He tried his best to reach the back of his neck, and his wrists stiffly scratched the healed flesh.Blood flowed down the back of the neck, mixed with cold sweat, and the electric current became more and more raging.He roared in pain, and collapsed against the ground, and the sound of a heavy object hitting the tiles was heard.

The gun fell to the porch, and the muzzle of the gun was icy facing the sunlight all over the floor.When the sun was setting, there were a few drops of blood in the golden light, like a white cloud falling into a dream buried in bones.

Han Xun rolled down the stairs and fell heavily on the marble floor, making a crisp sound on his calf.He propped up his upper body in a daze, blood flowed from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, like a swarm of bees rushed into his ears, frantically looking for a way out in his chaotic brain.

He caught a glimpse of someone walking towards him, dragging his right leg to step back with difficulty, and before he could draw out the knife on his ankle, his hand was clamped.The knife fell to the side, and the slightly shaking blade was sprinkled with the setting sun, which was soaked in blood and flushed red.

Han Zheng grabbed his throat, Han Xun looked at him with trembling eyes, blushed with difficulty breathing, and kicked his feet in pain.Han Zheng pinched his neck and lowered his voice as if coaxing him to sleep: "Close your eyes, it won't hurt soon."

"Do not……"

Lin Xun raised his head with trembling eyelids, like a twisted circle, he returned to that day again.In Guan's house, he was pinned to the ground and couldn't move. He watched Yu Wen pick up the knife.

It was so close, but there was nothing he could do.

Lin Xun crawled towards them with throbbing pain all over his body. The electric current burned every nerve in him, and his bones trembled with pain. He couldn't move his knees after he crawled half a step.He was crying in pain, his eyes were almost bloodshot, his hands were clutching the ground tightly, and it seemed like rain was falling on the back of his hands.

He seemed to be pressed against the broken window glass, and his back was soaked by heavy rain.He tried his best to reach Fu Rui's hand, but he still couldn't catch anything.It was pouring rain, and he just watched him fall like that.

He's such a piece of shit that he can't do anything.Before and now, it's all rubbish.

"Han Zheng!" Lin Xun curled up on the ground, almost crying in despair, "You kill me...you let him go, I beg you to let him go..."

The air was completely stripped, Han Xun opened his mouth wide, his eyelids were heavy and he was about to fall into the darkness, he tried his best to grab something, but he only touched the cold ground.

His lips were numb, thinking of a crying idiot who was so excited that he would cry when he saw snow falling.I should have called him just now and told him, you see what I said is right, I just said that your brother will be fine.

Don't cry, he's still alive.

Han Xun gave an inaudible laugh, and finally lowered his hand weakly.Lin Xun watched him close his eyes, shook his head with trembling eyes, and roared heart-piercingly, "No!"

With a bang, a bloody flower exploded from Han Zheng's shoulder, and he fell forward.Lin Xun covered his ears and stood up in a daze. With the sound of the gunshot, the nightmare-like electric current disappeared.

Before he could raise his head, he was hugged into a warm embrace.

Lin Xun's body was covered in blood and cold sweat, and he blinked blankly, unable to turn his head.But the reaction of the body was faster than the thought, his hands had already wrapped around his back, clutching his clothes tightly, like grasping the last ray of light in the dark night.

Holding the gun still warm, Han Xuan hugged him tightly with one hand, and said hoarsely, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."