Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"How can a mayfly, born at nine o'clock in the morning and dead at five o'clock in the evening, in the long days of summer understand the meaning of the word night? "—Stendhal "Red and Black""

Although people died in the alley behind the bar, there were only a few fewer people here than usual at night, and most of them stayed here to make money.

After all, it was someone else who died, not me.

"Hi, Mo, you're here." The bartender smiled at him, "What's for today?"

"Have a drink, as long as it's strong enough." Mo Ci said, and then leaned against the bar. "I really didn't expect to be called by the police to cooperate with the investigation."

The bartender put a glass of tequila in front of Mo Ci, "They asked you to cooperate with the investigation?"

"Yeah." Mo Ci's eyes fell on the bartender's palm and then retracted, sighing, "I'm really tired. If it wasn't for the good-looking police officer, I would never want to waste time with them."

"You mean Lance Meroving?"

"You know him too?" Mo Ci asked, then picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Oh, he came to inquire last night and showed his police ID."

"Then your eyes are pretty good." Mo Ci responded to this topic, and then continued, "He is really good-looking, like the kind of medieval gentleman in a tuxedo and holding a cane. I can't help being moved. And his The skin is fine and the lips are sexy, a miracle of the Creator."

Mo Cizheng was describing how he was suddenly called by the bartender, who pointed behind him.He turned around and saw that it was Lance.

"Did you come to see me this time?" Mo Ci asked him.

Lance took a sip of the wine in Mo Ci's hand, "Yes, I'm here to find you."

Mo Ci's eyes lit up, of course, because of Lance's obvious change of attitude, he was very happy. "Tequila can't be drunk like this, it's a waste of drinking like this."

"How should I drink it?"

Mo Ci held Lance's hand and brought the cup over. He took a sip and threw the cup on the bar. Then he took Lance's face and kissed him. The lips and tongue were naturally entangled. It was more like a kiss than a kiss. A kind of war.

After the war finally ended, Mo Ci put his arms around Lance's waist and smiled, "Go to my place?"

"it is good."

Mo Ci took a glass bead placed in a crystal cup on the bar, threw it, and then threw it directly at the huge metal bell hanging high to make a sound. In this bar, it is paying for everyone. the meaning of.

The scene suddenly quieted down, and they all looked at who was willing to burn such money on a sudden whim today. "Everyone, I'm very happy today. I finally got the girl of my dreams, so I invite everyone to drink and make everyone happy too."

"The girl of your dreams?" someone acquainted asked.

"Yeah, it was love at first sight."

After Mo Ci finished speaking, he blinked his eyes, then immediately jumped into Lance's arms, and walked and talked with him intimately.

Someone looked at their backs, and found that Lance's hand had come down from Mo Ci's waist and had been placed on his crotch.

"I didn't expect Lance to be so charming when you took the initiative. That kiss tasted very good, and I liked it very much." Mo Ci leaned on the co-pilot, and reached out to hook Lance's belt.

"Okay, Mo Ci." Lance held Mo Ci's hand, telling him not to move.

"Really, when you need me, you will take advantage of me as a good citizen, and if you don't need me, you can do nothing. Lance, it wasn't like this when you kissed me just now, hooking me tongue.” This was actually a plan they discussed at the police station, they wanted to catch the murderer, and Mo Ci was the most effective bait.

Sure enough, only good citizens who abide by the law and are willing to contribute can be willing to be bait.

Thinking of this, Mo Ci felt moved.

"And just now, when we came out, where did your hands touch, sir, at this level, I can really sue you for obscenity."

Lance was hesitant to drive and didn't speak to him, but Mo Ci still chattered on. "If that lunatic really likes me, he will know if I have made such a big fuss today. You said he will go crazy with jealousy when he knows that I am in love with you? Do you think he will attack me or you? Forget it , It’s better for him to find me, I can’t bear him to use a rope to strangle your neck, although the feeling of lack of oxygen in the brain is exciting, but if you are not careful, you will die directly.”

"I'm a policeman."

"Someone has to love the police, right? I love you, and I want all your injuries to fall on me."

Lance still didn't speak, but Mo Ci opened the car window, the wind kissed his hair flying, and then hummed a song to himself, a tune he composed and performed, but Lance had indeed heard the lyrics, it was a song The first poem called "The Raven" comes from the dark romanticism of Edgar Allan Poe, with a gloomy and weird taste.

"Once upon a gloomy midnight / I brooded alone / lazy and exhausted

Pondering many eccentric and bizarre/long-forgotten rumors

When I dozed off/almost fell asleep/suddenly there was a light thump

It's like someone's knocking / knocking on my door

......

The crow said 'never again'

The crow didn't fly/It's still perched/Still perched

On the pale bust of Pallas above the door

And its eyes are exactly the same as the eyes of a dreaming devil

The light that shines on it casts its shadow on the floor

And my soul / will float from the gloom that floats on the floor

Was promoted/Never returned! "

In fact, the place where Mo Ci lives is not too far from this bar. After driving for about ten minutes, Mo Ci sent him there like this. After arriving, Lance planned to drive away, but was stopped by Mo Ci. Looking at him from the car window, "Officer, I have accompanied you in such a play, what if he comes to me tonight and kills me directly? I am so weak and cowardly, I deserve justice from the police protection, isn't it?"

Of course Lance would protect him. Did he intend to leave? He just teased him on purpose, and then got the retention he expected.

He came to the place where Mo Ci lived again, the second day after he came here.

This time, Mo Ci still only gave him a glass of plain water, after all, he didn't have any other drinks besides alcohol.

"Actually, I still have some ideas that I haven't said." Mo Ci sat next to Lance, leaning his head directly on the other's shoulder, as if he had lost all his strength. "I think the accident that happened to him some time ago was the death of his mother. After all, he has been protecting his mother since he was a child. Only this is the fatal blow."

"Haven't you ever suspected that the accident was you?"

Hearing this, Mo Ci raised his head to look at him. "From April to May, my life didn't change in any way, and I didn't refuse anyone who came to flirt with me. It wouldn't be that I caused him some irreparable mental trauma, right?"

"Will anyone come?"

Mo Ci felt that as a policeman, Lance's emphasis was a bit off, but regardless of his identity, Mo Ci was very happy that the other party focused on this aspect. "It's delicious, and the person who comes happens to be delicious. For example, if you propose to me now, I will definitely not refuse."

Sure enough, in Mo Ci's heart, they are the same.

Lance once again affirmed that the other party has gone thoroughly on this road of random wandering.

Mo Ci glanced at his watch, and touched the hem of Lance's clothes again, "It's getting late, I want to go to bed, dear police officer Lance, I sincerely invite you to experience my bed, it's really It's very comfortable, more than any hotel I've ever slept in."

"By the way, did I tell you that you might lose your virginity if you came to protect me?"

Lance stared at Mo Ci for a while, then suddenly pressed the back of the other's head and kissed him.

This posture is very awkward, Mo Ci was still sitting on the sofa, but he was held and twisted by the other party to kiss him, but he still felt excited, his desire quickly climbed up, and he was no longer satisfied with such small troubles.

But in the end, the two of them just comforted each other with their hands. After all, no one wants to be down there, it's always a difficult thing, and what's more difficult is that they are not prepared to give in.

"One thing suddenly occurred to me. The murderer may have some physical problems. Only this reason can explain why he didn't have an intimate relationship with me." Mo Ci learned this implicit word from Lance .

"Why do you think the murderer never had an intimate relationship with you?"

"He didn't have the guts. He seemed brave but was cowardly. He seemed to dominate other people's lives. In fact, he couldn't ask me to have sex with him. Could it be that your autopsy report found that they had semen/spots on their bodies? ?”

Lance didn't speak, it might be discipline, but Mo Ci nodded, "It seems not, he killed people in a sexually suggestive way, and he was abandoning the corpse to expose the other party's lower body, he used It's a way to climax."

He frowned at this point, causing Lance to ask him what's wrong.

"Suddenly I can't understand why he likes me. Is it better to focus on this face or because of my wit?"

Lance knew that Mo Ci was implying his majesty, and men seemed to have a preoccupied nature in this regard.

"It's also possible that you look like his mother?"

Mo Ci was silent for a while when he heard this, "Honey, this is not funny at all."

Lance suddenly felt his cuteness, beyond the sexual tension.Then he heard Mo Ci continue, "If this is the case, such a beauty would already be famous, how could she be fooled around by a fool who cheated on her marriage."

"Maybe she's an idiot beauty."

"Then her suitors will help her solve these things. No one would give up such a beautiful thing to be forced by the disaster of life, just like I am willing to help others for you."