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

No one knows how the first fire started.

Fukuta Hotsu stood on the top of the building and looked down. The flames had already begun to lick the lower floors. They climbed up along the neon signboards and scaffolding, forming a fiery red curtain. It must not be long before the whole building will be like a candle Burning up, lighting up the night sky of the city.

He heard screams of pain coming through the concrete slab beneath his feet.

[The hole on the top of the head must be very painful. The skin can feel the airflow of the drill bit, and it only needs to get close to tear the soft flesh.But it's not so easy to cut through the hard skull, you have to press the drill bit hard on it until you hear a rattling sound, like shaking walnuts in a wooden box.Then the resistance suddenly decreased, piercing into the soft brain tissue, and smashing the gray gelatin into pieces. Anyway, those stupid brains have been in chaos for a long time... Finally, the sound of crackling was repeated, marking the completion of the work. Pale liquid mixed with blood poured out of the hole, and raspberry jam was mixed with pudding. ]

This is really not a work that can bring much sense of accomplishment to people, and it always makes the scene dirty, and those wailing and painful cries almost puncture his eardrums.

[It’s fine if you can’t speak up, be a group of silent lambs. ] Fukuta Hotsu thought, [I only want the pain and fear in your eyes, and pray in vain for the unchangeable fate, hoping that there is a one in ten thousand chance of being chosen by God and becoming the same kind of perpetrator. ]

"But now you're all going to be burned, with me." He said softly, looking at the flames that had risen to the middle of the building.

The black smoke was faster than the flames, covering the roof of the building early, and the precious oxygen was lifted to a higher cloud by the heavy nitrogen sulfide, and the remaining air was burnt, pungent, and mixed with the stench of grease .

The screams from downstairs gradually became smaller, probably twisted and burned in the corridor, turning into indistinguishable charcoal.Fukuta covered his mouth and nose with his elbows, and coughed a few times. The black smoke had already narrowed the visible range of his surroundings. He couldn't see the lights on the opposite floor, and he could only hear countless fire sirens whistling under his feet. [It's annoying, you people are always trying in vain. ]

There was a huge roar above his head. Fukuta raised his head and saw a black shadow gradually appearing from the thick smoke. The helicopter's wings rotated at high speed to tear the smoke in the sky. Mao figure.

[What are you doing, do you have to kill me yourself...]

Fukuta Hotsu was surprised for a moment. Originally, he returned to his old job as if he had abandoned himself, and tore up the disguise in the investigation bureau. The so-called relationship between colleagues and seniors had long disgusted him. Thinking about, deliberating, and spending time refusing to embark on a path full of excitement and challenges... This made him extremely angry, and the feeling of losing control became stronger and stronger. It gradually became fixed, not like a ball of clay that he could shape at will, stubbornly running all the way on the road of patrolling serial murderers.

In this fragment, he couldn't change Ming Piaoqiu's choice, so he simply broke the pot and left this world early to settle the matter.

[Is this the only way to get your attention?Then let's track it down, all you can get in the end is my body and a piece of ruins. ]

Fukuta Hotsu stood in the choking black smoke, watching the figure in front of him.He imagined his own death, whether it was suffocation, being burned into coke, or falling from the roof of a collapsed building, the ending would be the same; The younger generation of my colleagues—this execution is too cruel for a criminal police officer who has just joined the job not long ago.

[It seems that I am quite lucky this time. ] He closes his eyes, waiting for the bullet to go into the heart.

A pair of arms wrapped around his neck, Fukuta opened his eyes in disbelief, only had time to see the flashing pink hair, his eyes suddenly turned around, and turned to the sky that was not completely covered by thick smoke.The ground under his feet shook and made loud noises, the flames had eroded to the uppermost floor, and the steel signal tower made a tooth-piercing creaking sound, hitting the place where the two had just stood.

Engulfed by the huge momentum, the two rolled over the thick smoke and the ground that was about to collapse, fell from the gap at the edge of the building, and fell into the sea of ​​flames below.

Days in a coma often have morning and night reversed, day and night reversed, and it was already late at night on the third day when Ming Piaoqiuren opened his eyes in the hospital bed.

He slowly turned his face to the side, and looked over the injection rack and the small trolley where he was in the ward. Because it was a single room, the room was quiet, except for the monotonous beeping sound of the instrument for detecting vital signs. The red wave keeps rolling forward, proving that a certain life is still alive and can still stay in this world for a while.

The brain that just woke up from the coma was groggy, and Ming Piaoqiuren vaguely remembered that he had a long dream, one dream after another, chaotic.He dreamed of broken worlds, continuous waterfalls, never-ending trains, deserts with endless yellow sand... He also dreamed of many people whose faces were as blurred as the content of the dream;

Finally, he dreamed of a hell full of flames, and he fell with another person in his arms.

Thinking of this, the deep pain in the back of my mind was like a sharp pain being chiseled by nails. Ming Piaoqiu couldn't help taking a breath, and gave up continuing to recall the content of the dream. Regroup once.He felt extremely tired, so he closed his eyes again, ready to sink into dreamland.

But suddenly there was a tuk-tuk sound outside the window, and someone was knocking on the glass.

Naruto Akito turned his head and saw Fukuta Hotsu squatting on the window sill in hospital gown, like a big crow, looking miserable and a little funny.

The window was unlocked, Fukuta Hotsu saw the person on the hospital bed woke up, knocked a few more symbolically, opened the window and jumped in, walking towards the only hospital bed in the room.Ming Piaoqiu saw that he had no missing arms or legs except his feet were a little lame. How did he end up with broken legs and extensive burns on his back?He watched the man with gray-blue hair walk straight to his bed, looking down at him;

"Yo, wake up, senior~"

Fukuta Hotsu procrastinated the final syllable on purpose, he yelled a senior over and over again, wrapped in honey, he could pull silk out, he stretched out his hand and poked the high-hanging hands of the person in front of him Arm, "I heard that senior was seriously injured, so I came here specially to visit. If I disturb you in the middle of the night, I hope senior doesn't mind."

"How did you escape from your room?" Ming Piaoqiu frowned, and according to Baigui's meticulous style, he must have sent special guards.

"It's just a tranquilizer. It's not too difficult to move the guard to the bed. As for cutting off the CCTV signal in the room—" Fukuta Yasuzu shrugged, "You taught me that, Naruko-senpai." He looked at it The wall clock on the wall, "There is still half an hour before the next round of nurses."

"Why come to me? Shouldn't you take this opportunity to escape?"

"You have a lot of questions, senpai," Fukuta Hotsu bent down and stared into Naruto Akito's eyes. There was no light in the room, only the moonlight from the window illuminated him. He stared at those emerald green eyes. eyes, soft voice;

"I'm here to visit you. Besides, you're lying here, where else can I escape?"

Fukuta Hotsu stretched out his hand to pinch the other man's chin, and leaned close to Naruto Akito, very close to his lips, but he was not in a hurry to press it, "I know what your plan is, senior." He said softly , and Ming Piaoqiuren's lips touched away, "You have to judge my crimes yourself. It is too cheap for the rebel to commit suicide, right? I am waiting for your explanation, why did you bring out a perverted murderer?" The descendants of the criminal..."

"I'll be the first bad guy you catch because you know I won't run away."

"...You know how much I yearn for you, how much I want to make you into someone like me...don't you, Senior Naruto?"

There is no need to hear Naruto Akito's answer, Fukuta Hotsu stuffed a roll of gauze from the small table into his mouth, pulled the restraint belt from the side of the hospital bed across his arms and abdomen, and firmly held him Locked firmly on the hospital bed, he rolled onto the bed himself, with his legs straddled on both sides of Ming Piaoqiuren's body.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you because of this, it's just a... small reward."

Kiss after kiss started from the chin and spread to the neck. Fukuta Yassu held Naruto Akito's collarbone and carefully grinded it. The man who had been lying on the hospital bed for a few days was thinner than before, and the depression between the necks was full of moonlight.If he could, he really wanted to put handcuffs through these beautiful bones and lock this person in a corner that only he knew.

The plastic buttons of the hospital gown were as rough as ever, and they collapsed without much effort. Small pieces of plastic fell to the ground and crackled. A circle of obvious teeth marks.

"You shouldn't have come that night...it will all be a secret."

The low-pitched words sprayed on the abdomen of the person below him with his breath, causing a series of shudders. Fukuta Yasatsu stretched out the tip of his tongue and swirled in the depression. His eyes were lowered. Half-truths of pity and sorrow;

"...But why are you still here?"

Fukuta Hotsu held the edge of his trousers with his teeth and pulled it down to the bend of his leg. His calf, which had been casted, was hung on the splint of the ceiling to prevent the fabric from falling off further. He simply got into Naruto Akito's knee , hold the tiny rubber tube and pull it out slowly;

Ming Piaoqiu immediately arched his back high like a dehydrated fish, and the rubber tube pulled away from his bladder and urethra brought a prickly pleasure. He never thought that there would be such a punishment, and he only hoped that this torture would end soon .However, Fukuta Hotsu's movements were extremely slow, as if he was specially appreciating the look of joy and pain on this face.When the thin tube was pulled out, he had already reacted, his hands were tied around him, Ming Piaoqiu could not relieve himself, he could only stare fiercely at the culprit in front of him;

But he didn't realize what he looked like now, a pair of emerald green pupils were soaked with longing, with wet light, and even the corners of his eyes were burning red; Fukuta Hotsu couldn't help leaning forward to kiss these beautiful eyes, let out a chuckle.

"I said I would repay my senior~"

He brushed his tongue across the thing standing in front of his eyes, kissed the top, opened his mouth to swallow, and heard a muffled sob.Fukuta Yasukun didn't put his teeth away on purpose, and would scratch a certain layer of folds from time to time, and then sink into the warm mucous membrane.He heard Ming Piaoqiu's sobs becoming more and more obvious, with gauze stuffed in his mouth, it sounded like the whimpering of some small animal.

Swallowing hard, he raised his eyes to stare into the other man's nearly lost eyes.In the sea of ​​flames not long ago, he also looked at these eyes. He couldn't figure out the complicated emotions inside, and he didn't want to guess. These were fragments he couldn't change, but he could always choose to destroy them.

Just when the body was on the verge of being released, someone knocked on the door suddenly, Naruto Akito was startled, and Fukuta Yasutsu immediately withdrew and blocked the top with his fingers.

"Senior, think about what to say."

Naruto Akito was in a situation where he couldn't get up and down, so he could only nod his head under the control of others. Fukuta Hotsu took out the wet gauze from his mouth, grabbed the quilt to cover himself and the other person's abdomen, and did not forget to lick it mischievously a mouthful.

"Mr. Mingpiao, is there anything I need?" The nurse poked her head out from the crack of the door and looked at the patient she was in charge of. Everything in the ward was the same as it was during her last round, except that the window was opened a crack. Probably forgot to turn it off for ventilation.she thinks.

"I... don't need anything, I'm just a little sleepy." She heard the patient's low voice, which seemed to be suppressing something. "Then you can rest. If the pain is severe, remember to ring the pager and ask for painkillers."

The door was closed with a click.

"As expected of a senior."

Fukuta Yasukun laughed softly, continued his actions, sucked out Naruto Akito, and then moved it to his neck sticky, spitting out the liquid from his mouth to fill the two pale depressions.

"I helped you, and please do me a favor." He leaned closer to Ming Piaoqiu's face, staring at those slack eyes until they were filled with his own reflection.

"kill me."

Hearing these words, Ming Piao Qiuren's Piaoyuan consciousness gradually came back, he blinked, and squeezed out a hoarse sentence from his throat;

"That night... I wanted to save you, Ozu."

Hearing the unexpected answer, Fukuta Yasatsu suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably. He should be angry at such an answer, and the rage would engulf him and burn up all the remaining sanity.More than anything, Ming Piaoqiu's damned stupidity, overreaching kindness, pissed him off.

"Do you really think you can save everyone? My dear Lord, holy Maria?" He pulled Ming Piaoqiu's broken collar and pulled him in front of him, showing a cruel smile;

"You can't even save yourself."

Dawn and dusk are turned upside down, reality fades into dreams, dreams take off their disguise and become reality, the lost people trapped in the storm trek in the desert, get stuck in quicksand, only to wake up and climb out by stepping on their own corpses;

A jigsaw piece burst into flames.

Ming Piaoqiu broke free, grabbed the puncture needle on the tray, and stabbed the other person's forehead fiercely, where there should have been a hole.The sharp tip pierced the skin through the skull, leaving a slender hole, piercing the otherwise damaged frontal lobe, like piercing soft pudding, and leaving a deep mark on the side of the back of the head.

But this is not enough, he must chip over the anchor and break free from the chains to wake up from the deep sea.

Ming Piaoqiu took out a long needle covered in blood, changed the position and continued to stab it hard until the person under him turned into a rag doll riddled with holes, still looking at him with golden eyes, even though the pupils were already closed. Slack, even though he could no longer utter any words, he still looked at the perpetrator with angry and mocking eyes, as if he had died ten thousand times in this absurd dream.

[You can never get rid of me. ]

TBC