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

He heard the relentless thunder, the lightning from the distant dome, the silver Gungnir.

Someone in the distance was wailing, crying, and laughing, which made his brain ache, so Anaito opened his eyes.There was a crisp sound from his side, he lowered his head, one end of the cold handcuffs was attached to his wrist, and the other end was attached to the plain girl.

Jiaai Liu.

He remembered the name, and why he remembered it, and more.Who he was, why he came here, and whose well this land of thunder belonged to... He remembered everything.It's funny, even though a part of the brain is missing, it remembers it more clearly than the complete one. The boundary between the subconscious and reality is no longer clear when the drill bit cuts through the forehead.

"My name is Anaido, and I'm a detective. This girl is Kaairu. I came here to investigate the cause of her death... Shit."

He took out a piece of wire from his pocket and poked it in the keyhole. There was a click sound from the rusty machine spring. With a click sound, the silver ring broke into two pieces, but the man stood up in no hurry and sat Beside the corpse, he watched with interest the fleeing crowd in the distance.

One, two, three... seven, eight, crackle—boom!

He tapped his legs, and every time he counted nine, a bolt of lightning fell, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted in the wind, exuding a strange stench.Thunder, lightning, floor tiles with numbers written on them, this is really not a difficult puzzle. All possible answers are listed on the walls of his residence; Witnessing their own visions, as if they were thinking with one brain.

[Do you feel guilty about this? ]

Anaito looked at the brick not far away, a woman hugged her child tightly, trembling under the judgment that would come at an unknown time.As long as you walk over, chat with them with a few simple words, and point out the way to escape, you will be able to gain their trust and dig out the deepest secrets that Ming Piaoqiu people have hidden...

But this kind of behavior also exposed his secret. Anaido knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the sky, like a crow sent by Odin.He had to hide himself, with all his memories and longings.The squirrel in the lush branches and leaves is silent, watching the vulture hawk fight with the black dragon in the root of the tree, and when the dusk falls and the eternal night begins, the whole world will belong to it.

So he staggered up from the ground, stepping step by step on the bricks that did not fall from the lightning.He counted very accurately, and before he took two steps, he heard a roar above his head. When death came very quickly, the pain was almost unnoticeable, like sinking into an extremely deep seabed.

Consciousness returned to the cage and emotion was withdrawn. Fukuta Hotsu opened his eyes and gasped for breath. The time spent on this investment came from the speaker above his head. Compared with the previous diver, he could be called dull-witted. He vaguely heard the staff on the console Whispering in a low voice, saying words such as "Sure enough, the desire to survive will decrease if a piece of the brain is missing".

Not wanting to pay attention to these stupid prejudices, he closed his eyes and sank into Ming Piaoqiu's well again and again;

Time seems to stand still here, and it is dragged for an extremely long time. Lightning and thunder act as minute and second hands, counting according to the law of non-circulation.Anaido trekked in a long and short time, and each journey was controlled to be extremely short; the pictures he saw flashed in front of him, he saw frightened faces, charred corpses, and a pale girl lying in the center of the world... Once a girl with dark blue hair ran past him holding her mother's hand, and he reached out in vain, grabbing nothing.

Like a drowning person, Fukuta floats up in the short interval of death, and the time it takes to hear is getting shorter and shorter, and he also shows meaninglessness and laziness; he can be thrown as many times as he wants, and he can be struck by lightning as many times as he wants, It doesn't matter how many more futile attempts... The drawn-out sound echoed in the closed operating room, and the lion wagged its tail and yawned countless times.

He couldn't remember how many times he entered Mingpiaoqiuren's well.

[Anyway, the result is the same as before, no reasoning, no rules, no thinking...]

Anauito simply put his hands in his pockets and swayed slowly along the floor tiles. The next thunder should fall on "5". He was about to lift his foot to step on it, but suddenly saw a blurry figure.

The man who was supposed to be in the cage, with pink messy hair and beard, looked at him silently.

Amid the loud noise that tore through the sky, Anaido couldn't hear Ming Piao Qiuren's voice, so he could only watch his mouth open and close. Before the extinction light came, he finally understood the sentence, a determined prophecy;

Ming Piaoqiu said: "We will meet again."

Fu Kuta struggled to wake up, his heart bouncing wildly like a pear ball that was clenched and let go, hitting his chest with pain.During the conversation between Dongxiang and the team members, he already knew the existence of Dogma, but he didn't expect that he was hiding in Mingpiaoqiuren's well.

"It has been detected that your heart rate in the well is too high, is it okay?" Dongxiang's inquiry came from the loudspeaker, but he laughed and found an excuse to prevaricate.

[Of course I don't have any problems,] Fukuta Hotsu thought, [The ones with problems are obviously your wishes. ]

"Can I meet Ming Piaoqiu before entering the next well?" On the way back to the cage, he suddenly made this request to the accompanying guards.

"Anyway, I've been in his well, and he's been locked up recently, so he's not in his room. As a cellmate, can I visit him and express my concern?"

He spoke in a smooth, complete and impenetrable way, and his words were filled with respect and care for his seniors, which was irresistible. "I promise not to say a word to him, just take a look." He whispered to Dongxiang in the earphone, his voice was gentle and sincere, "For the sake of my dying so many times for your research?"

"Take him there." The current room chief sighed and gave orders to the team members.

Ming Piaoqiu was sitting on the only bed in the room, facing the entire glass wall, the red corners of his eyes and the stubble made him look even more desperate and dejected, and the matter of Baigui put another heavy burden on his back. straw.He trudged through the quagmire with trembling legs, not knowing how far he was from the tolerable threshold, maybe this second, maybe the next second.

Fukuta Hotsu was lying on the glass, staring at his inmates, trying to find out if there was any difference between the people inside and the shadow he saw in the Well of Thunder just now; the more he observed, Fukuta Hotsu The more certain that the shadow is Naruto Akito himself, he hid a part of himself in the well, avoiding all probing eyes - except Fukuta Hotsu, who had a hole in the top of his head and remembered everything by accident.

Ming Piaoqiu was staring blankly at the person on the other side of the glass, his expressionless face, his eyes scattered, seemed to focus on a far away place.

The visitor, who was completely ignored, gritted his teeth and wanted to punch the transparent glass hard. He wanted to do this in the middle of the night not long ago. [I'm right in front of you, why don't you look at me? ] He growled inwardly.

"This is one-sided glass. You can only see the inside from the outside. It looks like a mirror from the inside." The accompanying guard explained to him, surprised by the twitching eyes of the prisoner who had been so quiet all the way.

"Ah...that's it." Fukuta Hotsu withdrew his hand and showed a friendly smile, "Thank you for bringing me here, please be sure to convey my greetings to Senior Ming Piaoqiu, and say that I am looking forward to working with him Yo."

On the way back to his cell, the iron chains on his wrists and ankles rattled against the floor, but Fukuta Yassu didn’t hear anything, as if part of his mind was still stuck in front of the one-way mirror, reluctant to let go. come;

He raised his hand and pressed it against the glass, the man inside sat slumped on the bed, his eyes fell far away...one-sided glass, mirror, Ming Piaoqiu was looking at his own shadow.

The sound of thunder exploded in Fukuta Hotsu's mind again, and the figure in the well kept repeating his prophecy in his ears.He fell and sat on his bed, the hole on the top of his head began to hurt violently, the Gungnir of fate passed through it accurately, and the burnt smell lingered in his nose... He couldn't help crying out in pain, thousands of times The definition of the second death appeared at the moment when he learned the truth, dragging him into the quagmire of chaos.

The sound of thunder exploded in his ears, and the burnt smell became clearer.

Fukuta Hotsu jumped up from the bed, the wall in front of him was not transparent glass, but was painted with simple white paint, and several pink cartoon alpacas were pasted on it.

WTF.He clutched his drowsy head, his memory gradually came back, and he belatedly recalled his current situation:

This is the eye of another storm, another twisted dream; his name is Fukuta Hotsu, he is 22 years old, he has just graduated from university and moved out to find a house to live in, and he is sharing rent with another person of similar age. I bought this apartment, hit it off after the exchange, and decided to rent it together as a partner. We have lived together for three months.

Ming Piaoqiu was his roommate.

He turned out of bed in a hurry, and rushed out of the room before he could step on his slippers. Black smoke was billowing from the cooking table, and a man with pink hair was scrambling in front of him.

"Yes... I'm sorry! I was going to cook instant noodles, but I accidentally forgot to watch the pot and boiled the water dry!" Hearing the sound behind him, Ming Piaoqiu turned his head and folded his hands together, forcing out an embarrassed smile, "I'll clean up here, Ozu, don't be angry!"

Fukuta Hotsu sighed, stepped on the floor with bare feet, turned off the gas valve, and dumped the unidentified objects in the pot into the trash can, "I'll cook, just wait for me in the living room. "

The emerald green edamame and the pink-white shrimp rolled in the pot, and they were fumigated by heat to reveal a more pure color. He took out a pot of overnight rice from the refrigerator, dunked it into the pot, and stirred it up with a shovel.The golden egg liquid draws filaments from the side of the bowl, wraps on the rice grains and solidifies, and is reshaped.The smell of food covered up the burnt smell, and also covered up the dream just now.There was heavy rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink. It was hard to tell whether it was day or night. There were only streaks of lightning tearing the sky, and the continuous thunder never stopped.

[Perhaps the weather caused me to have a stress response. ] Fukuta Hotsu turned the spatula and thought, [How long have such peaceful days passed? ]

He filled two full bowls, turned off the fire, and walked to the living room with them.

The decoration of the room is the style they all like. It is simple and elegant, without any extra decorations. Only a large mirror is placed against the wall. The landlord said that this is to increase the depth of the room, and it is also convenient for daily dressing and tidying anyway, so they I didn't move it away either, it just stayed where it was.

The light was on in the living room, and Ming Piaoqiu was sitting on the sofa, looking through a thick stack of documents. When he saw him coming, he stuffed all the papers in his hand behind the cushion and walked to the dining table.Fukuta Hotsu handed him the bowl, and heard him say thank you in a low voice, and then the two of them didn't talk anymore, and ate in silence while the lightning and thunder outside.

After the meal, Ming Piaoqiuren volunteered to wash the dishes. Fukuta Yasatsu removed the cushions on the sofa to reveal the white paper underneath, and the kraft paper document bag with a bright red seal on it - "Old Case Retrial".He scrolled down one by one, and all kinds of bloody photos passed before his eyes. All the testimonies and statements were marked next to them in Ming Piaoqiu's handwriting.

Fukuta Hotsu put the files away again and walked back to the kitchen. Naruto Akito was standing in front of the sink washing the dishes.He is still very thin, and his narrow waistline can be seen from under the wide home T.After the dishes were washed, he put them back in the cupboard, humming an unknown tune.

"Do you still decide to go to the investigation department for an internship?" He stared at his roommate's back and asked.

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you earlier, but you found out first." Ming Piaoqiu was not angry that his secret was peeped by the other party, wiped his hands on the towel, and turned around , "I still like the feeling of looking for the truth, I'm sorry Ozu, this is my decision."

"Is this your last choice? Track down the clumsy criminals, and join with even clumsy accomplices? Reasoning the testimony full of loopholes over and over again, investigating the corpses that have long been turned into garbage?"

Fukuta Hotsu felt angry, and that disgusting sense of out of control wrapped him up again, just as he couldn't stop Naruto Akito from meeting Ayako, he couldn't stop Naruto Akito from going on the road of becoming a criminal policeman again. For three months he has been inducing Ming Piaoqiu to feel the joy of controlling others, to listen to the inner desire to become a demagogic killer - no, those stupid creatures named people are just bleating sheep, they are the outsiders The shepherds of the country only need to visit condescendingly.

"Just because of your ridiculous sense of justice?" Fukuta Yasatsu sneered, "What a waste of a natural good brain."

"I know you are much smarter than me, Ozu." Ming Piaoqiuren was not affected by another person's emotions, walked over and stood in front of Fukuta Yasuzu, who was almost a head taller than him, so he could only look up Lifting his face, he looked straight at those golden pupils without flinching;

"But what are we living for?"

A huge current passes through the soft metal, and at a certain critical point, it turns into pure heat. The silver metal emits an undetectable whine, softens, melts, and drips down like tears.

All the lights went out suddenly, and deep darkness poured into the small apartment through the windows.Lightning illuminates the two confronting silhouettes every nine seconds.

In the gaps of light, it is hard to tell who raised their fists first. They beat each other's cheeks and kicked each other's stomachs with the fleeting flash. If the sound of thunder is compared to the sound of shutters, everything that happens in the house is There are still black and white photos one after another. In the last one, they were wrestling in the kitchen, and in the next one, they were on the dining table in the living room.

All the cups, plates, and dishes were whining on the floor, and the tidy room was like a storm passing by. They looked at each other viciously in the flash of white light, and no one could convince the other. Their eyes were as sharp, and each other was bloodied. spotted.

Finally, Fukuta Hotsu still took advantage of his height, locked Ming Piaoqiuren's upper limbs firmly with his arms, put his wrist on his throat, and dragged the person in his arms through the broken glass and ceramics, the water-stained The floor, came to the huge mirror.Just a flash of lightning fell, illuminating the two scarred people, who hated each other like enemies, but seemed close like brothers.

With the cold mirror on his cheek, the hot wound felt a lot more comfortable, and Ming Piaoqiu realized his situation belatedly; being pressed firmly on the mirror by another person, his wrists were firmly grasped , lifted it up and pressed it on top of his head.

The T-shirt on his body had already been torn with a big hole because of the fight just now, and Fukuta Yasatsu simply tore it open with his free hand. The skin on his chest touched the cold mirror, which brought great stimulation, tremors along the As the spine went all the way down, Ming Piaoqiuren stiffened almost instantly, struggling to escape the oppression of the opponent.But the severe temperature difference made him unable to regain control of his hands and feet for a while, so he could only let Fukuta Yasutsu push them, and the two points became red and swollen due to friction, making him extremely uncomfortable, but the person behind him squeezed a leg Enter between the two knees, relying on the height advantage to lift him up, just touching the root of all sensations, almost pushing him off the ground.

Now Mingpiaoqiu can only be like a fish being dragged ashore, all he can do is open his mouth and take a big breath, he feels more of his skin exposed to the air, Fukuta Hotsu reaches out and holds his dick , stroked against the mirror.

The place where the skin meets seems to be on fire, but the top end protrudes into the ice cave. Ming Piaoqiu makes a crying cry from the depths of his throat, and the pleasure of being destroyed drowns him. Another person's organs are in his legs. They dawdled between each other, and the delicately shaved skin was hot and painful.He heard another person's breathing, the chest against his back undulating like a bellows, the beating of another heart came through two layers of flesh, he wanted to synchronize with the one in his chest, to connect with it together.

The apex came suddenly and quickly, but a finger stubbornly pressed against the apex, forcing the corners of his eyes to burn red, Ming Piaoqiu heard another person's whisper, and it rang in his ears;

"Take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

In the dazzling light of lightning, Ming Piaoqiuren opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the overlapping figures in the mirror;

He saw his eyes full of longing, his young and clean chin, and his pale and thin shoulders; of light.

But just a second before the darkness fell, Ming Piaoqiu saw a shadow in the fading light—another self, in the unreachable shadow, decadent, desperate, unshaven, with green eyes Chaos.

The self I saw in the one-way mirror on countless nights.

The man struggled violently and broke free from the other person's control, everything was easy, as if the other person gave up the restraint on him in an instant;

Ming Piaoqiuren punched the mirror in front of him, and the whole mirror made a cracking sound. The silver fragments reflected countless lightning bolts, and he held the sharpest one in the palm of his hand.

The sound piercing the heart was like the sound of wind in the distance. Ming Piaoqiu stood on the spot, lowered his head, and looked at the person in front of him with a lens in his chest, twitching in a pool of blood.

"...You really... haven't changed at all..."

When Ming Piaoqiu heard the last words of the dying man, the last lightning flashed, and thousands of himself were reflected in the fragments on the ground.

TBC