[Acupoint Wine Opening Scoop] The Seven Deadly Sins of Inmates

Fukuta Hotsu is always hungry, especially in the silent night, the sound of gurgling can always make him lose sleep.

It's not that he blames the amount of food in the reconnaissance station. After all, he is considered a non-staff member here. Without subsidies, he must be able to get enough food, and the meat and vegetables are balanced in nutrition.Even if he is playing with his temper and making unreasonable requests such as "I want to eat honeydew melon today", he will definitely get two sliced ​​honeydew melons after the meal.

But Fukuta is too lazy to show his temper, and he has no special hobbies. He eats whatever is brought to him, clean and never picky. In the end, he puts the bowls and chopsticks neatly by the window, obedient like a good child in kindergarten.It is precisely because of this that even though the guard who had been warned that "that guy is a perverted murderer", he also treated the man with the terrifying hole in his head with a kind face, after all, not making trouble is the greatest support for their work, not to mention the higher-ups I kind of want to use this high-IQ criminal, but most of them turn a blind eye to him, including his conversation with the prisoner next door. Anyway, there are records, so I don't care.

On the first night when he just came here, he was so hungry that he couldn’t sleep. He lay on the bed and turned over and over. The sound of gurgling almost annoyed him to death. Reluctantly, it seemed to be ringing in his ears, so he covered his head with the pillow again, this time his ears could not hear, but the feeling of hunger was more clear;

It was like a wild beast, with its big mouth open and gluttonous, entrenched in his stomach, showing its sharp teeth; and made up its mind, if there was no more food, it would first chew up the stomach and eat it, then the esophagus, small intestine, pancreas ...until the belly is empty.

But what it craves is not ordinary food.Fukuta Hotsu clearly understands that he is familiar with this beast as he is familiar with himself. No matter how much takoyaki, sushi, or strawberry Daifuku, he can't feed it. When he put down the electric drill in his hand, this hunger is like a shadow.

In the nights when he was hungry and sleepless, he always went to a certain safe house, facing the faces of panic or despair, their blood and brains, tears and screams could always temporarily fill his stomach.Blood gushed out from his forehead, flowed over the stainless steel dissecting table, and finally gathered into a thin pool under his feet. The electric drill in his hand was always idling, and the noisy noise covered up all the screams and wailing.Standing in the dark, Fukuta Yassu could always be satisfied, he opened his mouth, the beast in his stomach gobbled it up and burped.

Feed on pain, that's the only way he can make peace with it.

But here he is now, in this cage surrounded by bulletproof glass, with no prey to offer his pain.

Fukuta Hotsu could only roll on the bed with the pillows in his arms, but the single bed here was a bit narrow. He rolled out of the bed after only one and a half turns, fell to the ground, and turned on the voice-activated lights in the corridor.

Hearing footsteps, he got up from the ground, scratching his head in embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, I just had a nightmare."

When the surroundings returned to silence, Fukuta still couldn't sleep. He was getting more and more hungry, as if he was going to eat himself from the inside out in the next second.

[But it's not my fault. ] He buried his face in the pillow and sat on the floor against the bed.

Why don't they understand that there are some things in the brain that are worse than nothing. If you are deprived of pain, even if you cut off your own arm, you won't feel anything, how brave you will become; if you cut off the cortex that controls sadness, no tragedy will happen. will bring tears to your eyes...

Just pain.

He likes this mood, sweet almonds, when he is suffering from the irreparable past, guilt will wrap it in crystal maple syrup, dry it over the years, crisp and sweet.He came here in pursuit of such delicacy, like a black bear smelling honey.

The honey jar was in the room opposite, separated by two thick panes of glass.

Ming Piao Qiuren, he remembered the name, belonged to a man with light pink hair, and was the first inmate he knew.

No, it should be said that he knew each other unilaterally. Although he had a face-to-face meeting with the detective named Sakaido in the well, Fukuta Yasatsu knew that the man's memory was blank, and he was only anchored by the consciousness of the dead girl.When he got out of Jiaailiu's broken body, the eyes he looked at were so pure, curious and angry, with the unruliness of a young man.

This is the look in his eyes, like a magnet.Anaido looked through Jiaeru's eyes, and saw that the detective standing in front of him raised the corners of his mouth, with sharp lines on his cheekbones;

He seems to know all the answers to the mysteries, see through all the disguises, look for the completeness in the missing, the missing in the completeness in the falling apart world, dragging his own incomplete wrist.

Yes, Anaido saw the slender wrist at first glance. The radius bone is more prominent than ordinary people, and the blue blood vessels are winding under the pale skin, making people want to peel it off, revealing the same pale joints, bursting Ripe pods.In the well, the pain can be reduced to the point of insignificance, so he cut off the wrist. If he could, he really wanted to cut this person into layers until the bones and internal organs were completely exposed and became his own. Specimens are forever collected in this broken world.

But it was not until today that Fukuta Hotsu met the real detective for the first time; being pushed by the guards and walking through glass cells, he only had time to see a wall full of photos, and the man lying on the bed Just turned over.

Familiar gazes pierced the top of his head, or more appropriately, whistled through the hole in his forehead.

With the shackles, he couldn't rush to the glass and smash it with a bang, countless emotions turned into shining dots of light in the cerebral cortex, and exploded in front of his eyes, colorful and black; Feeling boundless joy, the two opposing emotions set off a tsunami on his incomplete frontal lobe, roaring from both sides to wash away the towering dam, but could not flush it down.

He wanted to ask this depressed man lying on the bed, where did you get that confident, cunning and rebellious Sakaido, and why did you lie here with peace of mind?Is this the kind of person who pulls himself out of endless happiness and satiety, and throws him into an extremely boring cage?

Those eyes, Fukuta Yasatsu remembers them as clear green eyes, would be blindingly bright when he found the answer, so that he couldn't look away; the mighty eagle eagle locked on the prey at high altitude, there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to go But to hide... Under such a gaze, he can only tremble and be subdued——Anaido really loves such a gaze.

But now those eyes are wrapped in despair, polluted by sadness, and become cloudy, and the red corners of the eyes are still silted with eye feces.But the man didn't seem to know his new inmate, his trophies, he just glanced casually, as if he was looking at a lifeless ornament.

In such a late night, Fukuta Yasuzu was once again swallowed by hunger and anger.

He hugged the pillow and stared at the diagonally opposite room. Fukuta Yasatsu watched the new criminal being brought into Naruto Akito's cell and sat opposite him.The sound insulation effect of the glass is very good. He couldn't hear the content of the conversation. Ming Piaoqiu's back was facing him. Because of his body leaning forward, his back was a little hunched, and there was an obvious line in the middle of the T-shirt.

He is thin, just like Sakaido.Fukuta Hotsu recalled that wrist and smacked his lips.

The expression on the face of the man opposite Ming Piaoqiuren gradually became more and more colorful, and his facial features shifted. I don't know what he said to him. Fukuta Yasukun watched him with great interest, watching him pretend to be calm and seeing him shocked Seeing his final collapse in dismay, he twisted the bed sheet into a rope and strangled himself to death.

This man has the power to demagogue people.Fukuta Hotsu realized this, and secretly decided to talk to him less in the future, except for the little detective Sakaido.

Naruto Akito sat there silently for a long time, Fukuta Hotsu also looked at that back.Even if it caused a person's death without any effort, the pink-haired man still looked depressed and depressed, with his back arched, not knowing what he was thinking, or thinking about nothing.Someone in the room committed suicide with his bed sheet, struggling in pain, and let out a hoarse scream from his clenched throat...

But he was unconscious, like a statue.

Something overflowed from the closed cell, colorless and formless, engulfing the silent darkness like the deep sea.

Fukuta Hotsu opened his eyes wide, the pillow in his arms was strangled and deformed, and the long-lost fear poured out from the broken hole—he thought he would never have such emotions again, never again.

He realized that this dejected Naruto Akito was no different from Sakaido, and even the former excited him even more. Anyone whose head was penetrated by him with an electric drill would be terrified and in pain, so he wanted to conquer, to Tear up these fragile thoughts, good and weak lambs.Even Sakaito, when we first met, was considered an exceptionally beautiful one.

But Naruto Akito is not a bleating creature, Fukuta Yasutsu breathed out rapidly;

For the first time, he found his own kind, no, a more special existence than himself, a more incomplete soul than himself.

He watched the man in the glass cell slowly stand up from the chair, the hem of his jacket was rolled up casually, revealing his pale and firm belly, and the baggy waistband of his trousers could not be removed, revealing a suspicious shadow.Could the hair there be light pink too?

Fukuta Hotsu swallowed his saliva, and put his hand under the pillow, into his trouser waist, imagining that he had reached into Naruto Akito's clothes.He had long been so hard that it hurt, the mucus wet the cloth and covered his palms, he smelled a faint fishy smell, bit his lip, and his heavy breathing was all hidden in the soft feathers.

Ming Piaoqiu raised his arms and stretched, more skin exposed to the air, he walked around the dying man and climbed onto his single bed.The sheets were ripped off, and he lay nonchalantly on the mattress, one arm tucked under his head, facing a wall covered in pictures.

The gray-haired man was driven mad by this man, countless emotions washed over the embankment, but not even the crumbs fell off; he looked at Ming Piaoqiu's arched back, the beautiful rim of the spine was exposed, like a snake, Swimming from the back of the neck to the waist, the loose overalls cannot conceal the contours of the thighs and knees, which are slender and sharp, and the smooth ankles also have pale bulges.

Fukuta Hotsu looked at everything in front of him greedily, stroked his dick one by one, imagined teasing someone else's dick, wanted to see his face flushed and short of breath, wanted to see his eyes and brows full of longing, wanted to see him being dirty Wrapped in filthy liquid, sinking into the abyss of depravity...

But the more he thought about it, the more holy Ming Piaoqiu, who was lying on the bed and facing the photos of his deceased wife and daughter, became more holy; he was immersed in great sadness, and he didn't realize that he was the object of someone's self-blasphemy, trembling His shoulders pointed the clue - he was crying, weeping beside the death of another.

Fukuta Hotsu couldn't help but burst into words, it was himself who was deeply attracted by such a Naruto Akito, and it was himself, and only himself, who sank into the vortex that he couldn't extricate himself from.

At that moment, he wanted to smash all the glass, so he rushed over without hesitation, and fought Ming Piaoqiu. It was best to press him on the wall full of photos before the guards arrived. , messed him up so badly that he no longer had the strength to cry... like tearing apart a butterfly specimen.

This is too reckless.Although unwilling to admit it, Fukuta Hotsu understood his desire at this moment;

He longed for the complete Mingpiaoqiuren, so he had to wait.

At the second when the apex approached, Fukuta Yasatsu bit the pillow tightly, even so, he couldn't hold back his crying scream.He stared fixedly at the man behind the double-glazed glass, with an expression on his face as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"Minglao..." He squeezed out the broken name from his throat.

The beast within was strangely quiet, fed by the pain of the other, but only temporarily, of course.

TBC

Personally, Dong Ge has bipolar disorder, and I love the feeling of wandering on the edge of reason and madness.