gun on daisy

At seven o'clock in the evening, Ye Che arrived at the door of Ye Susu's house on time.

Not a moment early, nor a moment late.

Looking at the familiar dilapidated old corridors, small and chaotic advertisements are still trying to squeeze into people's sight.

Ye Che recalled the morning when he returned from Ji's house, which seemed a long, long time ago.

The nipples that were pricked by silver needles, the stomach pain that retched without eating, and the prickling lower body after sex without emotion.

Everything seems to have passed for a long time, so long that memory is like an old letter with yellowing folds.

Although both Ye Cheng and Ye Che habitually call this place "home", when it comes to the warm word "going home", no one regards this place as the default option.

After knocking on the door, the people inside opened the door quickly as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Ye Cheng embarrassedly wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, turned around and went in.

Ye Che closed the door and followed.

"Have you...have you eaten?" The TV was broadcasting the news seriously, and the anchor's voice was just enough to cover up the embarrassment between the brothers.

Ye Cheng tried very hard to find topics, but he could only start with the most boring small talk.

"Speak directly."

Ye Che raised his face and stared, with a helpless sneer in his eyes.

"Heh, do you really want to cut straight to the point like this?" Ye Cheng looked at his younger brother who disgusted him in every way with contemptuous eyes.

"right.

If you like Bai Chenyu, you can go after him directly.

What does it have to do with me? "Ye Che got up, frowned and explained that he wanted to leave, but Ye Cheng stopped him with his hand, and sat back on the sofa again.

"You and Bai Chenyu, you... no, he..." Ye Cheng pursed his lips and rubbed his hands, like a lump in his throat.

I wanted to say something, but couldn't get it out of my mouth.

"I have nothing to do with him, if you like him, go after him.

Just for this? Ye Che was a little annoyed at Ye Cheng's unexpected manipulation, but he also maintained a skeptical attitude.

It's not that he questioned why his brother was bent, after all, in this twisted family, nothing unusual happened.

However, I always feel that Ye Cheng has other things to say, which have nothing to do with his relationship with Bai Chenyu, but he just keeps silent about this, or it is difficult to say anything.

"Actually, there is one more thing."

"What?" "I'm sorry..." Ye Cheng stood up, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, biting his lower lip nervously, as if he was brewing some kind of emotion.

Before he had time to understand what Ye Cheng's inexplicable apology meant, the door of the room behind Ye Che was suddenly opened, and with a loud bang, several burly men in black clothes and sunglasses walked around Ye Cheng, He caught Ye Che with his backhand three times and five times, and tied his hands rudely and arbitrarily.

Ye Che's small body couldn't resist, his heart beat violently due to panic, and his breathing became disordered.

Even though he instinctively resisted frantically, it was useless, and instead made his bound wrists hurt.

"Ye Cheng!! What do you mean?" Ye Che's chest rose and fell violently, and he yelled and questioned Ye Cheng who was opposite him angrily with all his strength.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As if reciting some spell that could make people feel at ease, Ye Cheng just put his hands together and lowered his head silently, muttering to himself without seeing his expression clearly.

"Ye Cheng! Ye Cheng! What do you want to do? Let me go! Hiss..." The skin on the wrist should have been scratched. Although the injury was not visible, the more he struggled, the more painful it became.

Suddenly, Ye Che's temple was pressed against the cold metal texture.

If you tilt your eyes, you can see the truth.

It was the big man clamping his wrist. With his right hand, he took out the gun and pressed it against his temple. It should have been loaded. Just pull the trigger, and... Ye Che became cautious, pinching his fingertips to force himself to calm down. , Fine beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.

"Ye Cheng, you didn't do this voluntarily, did you?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." No matter what Ye Che said, Ye Cheng recited the three-character reassurance mantra as if possessed Freeze the general, refuse to accept external signals.

"Ye Cheng!!" Ye Che took a deep breath, his mind was running fast to try to find a breakthrough to pry Ye Cheng's mouth open, but before he had time to think, a wet white towel wrapped in a strange sweet smell, from The hand of the big man behind him was slapped on Ye Che's face to cover his mouth and nose, stimulating every sense organ in his body.

After following Ji Zinuo for so many years, Ye Che knew exactly what it was.

Ether, an anesthetic that can make people lose consciousness and be obedient.

And this white towel is almost completely wet, I don't know how much dose is in it.

"Ye Cheng, be sober, don't listen..." Consciousness gradually blurred, Ye Che tried to grasp the last glimmer of hope, but found that his whole body was already weak, and the words he wanted to say could only be blocked in his throat.

Tick, tick, tick.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Che only felt sore all over, had a splitting headache, and woke up with a shiver.

He already had a cold, so he couldn't help but feel a stuffy nose. He wanted to sneeze but couldn't. The itchy feeling mixed with the damp musty smell in the air made his nasal cavity extremely uncomfortable.

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was darkness.

Ye Che instinctively felt fear.

If this scene was not a dream, it would be too familiar.

It was dark, damp, and dark.

A dilapidated and dirty small window could not let in light, and a large iron door locked from the outside blocked the outside world.

The ventilation fan on the ceiling was working hard like a dying struggle, and a few "animals" were struggling to wriggle not far away, making heavy panting and the sound of iron chains colliding.

The ticking sound just now was the sound of water seeping on the wall and ticking on the moss on the ground.

Here is Joey's underground secret room, the pet warehouse.

It was the place where Joey imprisoned Ye Che when he was first sold to the black market by Ye Susu a few years ago.

Compared with the coldness of the basement itself, a more piercing chill emerged spontaneously.

Ye Che only felt that his thoughts were chaotic, and he felt a splitting headache whenever he wanted to think about something.

"Hiss..." His mouth was stuffed with something like a strip of cloth, and the saliva flowed down his jaw, looking very embarrassed.

He wanted to take it off, but found that his hand was tied extremely firmly by the iron chain on the wall, and when he moved it, there was only the sound of the iron chain colliding.

Ye Che knelt on the ground, pressing his hands against the cold ground.

The field of vision is limited, and through the ventilation windows about the size of two bricks near the ceiling, a little bit of moonlight usually penetrates through the alms.

Borrowing the moonlight, Ye Che touched the texture of the bricks and stones on the ground, the touch of moss and velvet.

His fingers became stained with mud at some point, and his cuffs were also dirty.

It was probably the traces of being thrown around when it was transported here.

"Are you awake?" Before Ye Che could calm down, a familiar voice woke up the eardrums without authorization.

"Do you remember this place? How does it feel to revisit the old place?" Ye Che was too familiar with this voice. Although he was fluent in Chinese, he still had a foreign accent.

Hidden in the darkness, unable to see his face clearly, he could only see a tall and indistinct figure, discerning the direction of the source of the sound.

"Woo, um... woo!" With his mouth blocked, Ye Che couldn't convey his words at all, he could only whimper and groan, making the sound of clinking iron chains.

"Oh, I forgot that.

But you have to promise me, don't give me the trick of biting your tongue, otherwise... you will die in an ugly way. "

Joey laughed out loud and took out his gun, pointing it at Ye Che.

There were other pets by the wall not far away who probably heard Joey's voice and began to struggle desperately, their mouths might also be blocked, and they let out an angry growl like a beast, violently resisting the restraint of the chains.

"Staizitto!" Joey's face turned cold, and he fired a warning shot in the noisy direction without any emotion.

The harsh gunshots pierced the night sky and echoed in the empty room of the underground secret room.

It was unclear whether the man had been shot, at least he no longer had the hustle and bustle just now, only the sound of cautiously wriggling and weeping.

Joey came over, holding the gun in one hand, and roughly tore off the cloth strip that was stuck in Ye Che's mouth with the other.

A large amount of air poured in, and despite the damp musty smell, Ye Che could only take a deep breath to calm down, not looking directly into Joey's blue eyes.

It's just that the heart is disobedient, and it's still beating violently like it's about to come out.

"I...why, here?" Ye Che's voice was dry and hoarse, and his throat hurt as soon as he spoke.

"Why? Hahahaha... the owner is dead, but the pet is alive.

Of course, it must be recycled and put into the market again. "

As if he heard some joke, Joey put away his gun and looked down at the embarrassed Ye Che, and explained with a sneer.

Ye Che suddenly felt his head buzzing, his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, and his chest heaved violently due to the rapid panting.

My brain went blank, like a thunderclap on a rainy day on a lonely plain.

"Ji Zinuo, he...he?" Tears suddenly filled his eyes uncontrollably.

Ye Che raised his head stubbornly, trying to find any clues that Joey was deceiving him.

"Otherwise, why are you here? My little lamb."

Joey kicked the iron chain on his wrist with contempt and mockery in his eyes.

The author says:

Believe me, it really is HE.

There are bentos, though, but not here.

So...(*′_ゝ｀)