[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will didn't come in, the footsteps gradually weakened towards the study, and he went to deliver food to Lia and her children.Mu Ke bent down to pick up the file and continue reading, but the doorknob turned around at this moment, and Will pushed the door open and walked back to his bedroom.

Muke withdrew his fingers quickly, Will couldn't see him, but he could see that one corner of the folder hadn't left the ground, but the other corner fell to the ground from a third of an inch off the ground.

Will didn't find it strange, just rubbed his eyes wearily, and turned on the light in the room, the bright light filled the room at once, and the ice blue display light of the electronic clock was merged by the light.

As he walked towards the bed, he picked up the file on the ground. Mu Ke moved a little towards the other side of the bed. He couldn't let his soul leave the body, and the only thing that could hide was this physical body. Souls can penetrate entities.

Will sat where Muke sat just now, looking down at the paper with his head down.Mu Ke found that there was no situation where Will saw through his invisibility again, so he turned his head and read with Will with the speed of flipping.

"Musician," Will whispered, his eyes fixed on the ink-printed words.

"He's a poet, a psychopath, a craftsman," he continued to himself. "He wanted to play for someone, always. Not himself, otherwise he wouldn't need to put a dead body center stage in a theater. He wanted To show how skilled you are at your craft."

"To whom...is this listener a lover? Music patron? Another killer?"

Will raised his head, cast his eyes on the empty wall, left the brain energy for processing visual information to the thinking part, and turned his thoughts back to the corpse itself.

Will's empathy doesn't come out of thin air. He can see things that others can't see. It doesn't mean that these things are only seen by him. The details come up.

He needs to be based on reality, but imagination is also a key link. "He treated the strings with olive oil, which is very orthodox, just like an orthodox and old-fashioned player would use gut strings."

Will turned his head to the right.Facing those gray-green eyes, Mu Ke's heart stopped for half a beat—he was nervous.

"Is this why I saw you? What are you trying to remind me of?"

"I..." Muke calmed down and accepted the reality when Will said this, Will can always see him.

Will stared at him for a while, and Muke remained silent until Will sighed and shook his head, re-analyzing the information on the file.

"What do you think of this murderer?" Will still asked, the hallucination originated in his brain, but it was out of his control.

"Death means the end in the context of human beings." Mu Ke was silent for a while, and finally said slowly, "The ultimate significance of making musical instruments with dead bodies lies in the music itself, but also in death itself. He wants his The listener knows that he can be both, creating new life out of the end."

"Create, or make?"

"He is a person who sticks to tradition. He has inherited the manufacturing techniques that belonged to his ancestors, but what he created belongs to him alone."

"Then you in front of me are created or created?"

Will's question made Mu Ke stagnate, he stood up, walked to the window and turned his back to Will, Will didn't understand if this question annoyed Mu Ke in his hallucination, did the characters in the hallucination know that they were hallucinations?

Mu Ke looked at the snow covered in the night and said, "I am not anyone's creation, I was born by myself."

"If my eyes don't see you and my ears don't hear you, will this illusion go away?"

Hallucination?Mu Ke turned around, frowning slightly, Will didn't know what he saw.

"Do you want me to disappear?"

"No, I want you to stay."

"Then I will."

Will closed the file, threw it on the quilt, and walked out of the room. Mu Ke picked up the file again, followed behind Will as promised, and found that Will was walking towards the bathroom.

Mu Ke waved his hand to Will in embarrassment, and closed the door for him smoothly.The door of the bathroom is frosted but opaque. Muke sat on the floor with his back against the door, so that Will could see Muke's back against the door, and Muke could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom.

The water vapor cast a layer of warm mist on the frosted glass again, and the file was spread on Mu Ke's lap, but now Mu Ke didn't pay attention to the case, but put his finger on the gap between the door and the ground, looking at the case from inside the door. The gushing water vapor condensed into water droplets on the fingers, gradually cooling down.

Will came out soon, wearing that familiar T-shirt, and Muke followed him back to the bedroom.

He sat back on the bed and wiped his dripping hair with a towel, like a squirrel with its paws on its head.Mu Ke pressed Will's wrist, motioning him to stop, and touched his curly hair with his fingers under Will's puzzled eyes.

The wet hair was cool, but the scalp was warm. Muke ran his fingers through the hair and was enveloped by the temperature emanating from the scalp. He sighed nostalgicly, and cast a spell to dry Will's hair, curly hair Soft and fluffy again.

Will only thinks that all this is an illusion, so he thinks everything Mu Ke does is normal.The only concern is that his hallucinations have lasted too long this time, and are too real, and Will instinctively reaches for an aspirin, but he finds that the headache isn't bothering him at the moment.

"Will you disappear when I go to sleep?"

It's impossible for Muke to stay by Will's side all the time, "But you still have to sleep, go and turn off the lights."

Will walked over barefoot and turned off the light.The numbers on the electronic clock jumped to the next time, and a faint blue light floated in the dark room.He didn't bring the dogs up as usual and let them sleep in the bedroom.

Will lay on the pillow, with his back to the electronic clock, and pulled the quilt over his shoulders. Mu Ke sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the file in his hand, "Can you see without the light?"

"Ah."

Will was silent for a while, and found that Mu Ke was studying the file seriously, and closed his eyes to try to fall asleep.

But he failed, and only seven minutes and 34 seconds later, Will opened his eyes and looked at Muke's silhouette in the dark.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ke didn't turn his head.

"My hallucinations know I'm awake?"

"I heard the sound of your eyes opening."

Will heard himself laughing, not from the throat, but from the nose, "but when you open your eyes and see a black shadow beside the bed, it's like a horror movie."

Mu Ke licked his lips, and Will heard it too, the sound of water in his mouth was very clear in the silent space.

Mu Ke thought for a while, arranged the files and put them on the bedside table, and lay down to sleep beside Will.

Will admits he's a little intimidated, but he hears himself saying, "Do you need half the quilt?" Like a fuck, but Mooko says no.

Will moved a little to the other side. The single bed was a bit narrow for two adult men, and the only pillow was also a bit narrow. Muke lay on his side on the bed with his hands on his pillow.

Muke didn't sleep on the pillow, and the height of his head was shorter than Will, which gave Will the opportunity to see Muke's whole face.Will couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover Muke's face, just like Muke did in the previous hallucination.The touch of this face is not as sharp as it looks, the cheekbones of Asians are not as prominent as those of Europeans and Americans, and the skin is soft but cold.

Muke's head moved, and his cheek rubbed against Will's palm. He could smell a smell of soap bubbles, a little salty smell and Will's indescribable smell that Muke couldn't describe.

Will's thumb slid across the part under Muke's eyes, feeling the hard orbital bone and soft sunken eye muscles.Will poked his head in Muco's direction and closed his eyes when his forehead touched.He rubbed the tip of his nose against the other's cheek, tentatively exploring.

Mu Ke looked up and nodded, not refusing, even as if welcoming, but Will still cautiously kissed Mu Ke's lips tentatively.

It wasn't just a kiss, it intensified, and Will felt Muke hugging him across the quilt, just like on Christmas Eve, and he loved this embrace just like that night.

But this thought suddenly opened Will's eyes and escaped from Mu Ke's lips. Mu Ke stared at him without speaking.The only light in the darkness is the instant blue light of the electronic clock, which made Will vaguely see Mu Ke's deep eyes. He hugged Mu Ke's neck, curled up, and buried his head against Mu Ke. shoulders.

Mu Ke found that Will was shaking. He didn't understand why, but he was very distressed. He could only pat Will's back and try to comfort him, "It's nothing, everything is fine, you are safe."

"It's a hallucination." Muke heard Will's muffled voice.

"You need some sleep."

These were the last words Will heard before losing consciousness.He didn't dream all night, at least not visually, but at the end, the sounds of animals pulled him out of his sleep.

No, this is not a dream.A series of howling wolves came from the field, and Will heard it a few days ago, but there was also the barking of dogs, as if the sound of the last struggle after becoming prey. He and Alana looked for any injured dogs that might exist , but found nothing, not even a bone.

"Did you hear?"

Will suddenly found that Mu Ke hadn't disappeared, but was standing by the window, looking at the dark blue end of the far field.

"Well, I heard, after all, this place is called Wolftrap (Wolftrap)" he comforted himself.

Will waited until the howling of wolves gradually died down, and then took off his sweat-soaked shirt. He always sweated on his back in his sleep.Muke came back from the window, sat next to Will and hugged him, with his head resting on Will's back, the tip of his nose was the smell of sweat and heat from Will's body.

"I thought about it and found that I like to hold you."

The author has something to say: ah, this hazy emotional line is ready to enter v, so I published this chapter in advance

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