[Others are hell] The script kills Fujiang

After walking in the rain for nearly an hour, the clothes on my body were inevitably stained with moisture and sticky to the skin, and the shoes were even wet inside because of stepping on the puddles.

As soon as Fu Jiang returned to the room, he took off his shoes and socks first, but there was still a musty smell in the room, which made him frowned irritably.

The environment here is still so harsh, and he is already a little tired of it.

His hands were not idle either, he sat on a broken chair and unbuttoned his shirt.

The mirror on the table was just aimed at his feminine and beautiful face, and when he heard the knock on the door outside, he even raised his eyebrows.

"Please wait a moment." Fu Jiang replied.

The knocking on the door stopped, and Fu Jiang continued the unfinished action just now, unbuttoning his jacket.

But this time, the knock on the door rang again, very loudly, almost equivalent to knocking on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The teenager in the mirror licked his lips, his eyes lowered, and he landed on the clean shirt he had just turned out by the table.

He took off the shirt on his body, then picked up this clean shirt and put it on.

Completely deaf to the slamming door.

Speaking of it, it was strange tonight, and I didn't know who was knocking on the door. With such a big commotion, not to mention that the tenants living here thought it was noisy, even the landlord would take care of it.

But now the corridor is not only empty, only the sound of rain and the sound of knocking on the door are mixed together, like a fierce symphony.

Finally, the fragile door panel finally fell overwhelmed, and Fu Jiang looked back at the visitor amidst the dust raised by the door panel on the ground.

The person came in a white overalls vest, the muscles on his arms were tight and full, and his clothes and hairstyle looked the same as usual, but today seemed a little different.

The pair of black-framed glasses that added a lot of wretched temperament disappeared, and the chicken nest head that was originally messy was completely wet by the rain, and he lifted it along the back of the head, and the whole face suddenly appeared. Refreshing and handsome.

In addition to being quite handsome, the otaku's complexion also looks quite pale, and there is a bloodstain on his forehead, but even so, the appearance of him standing by the door frame with a hammer still makes people tremble.

Especially his eyes look crazy.

Fu Jiang stopped buttoning his buttons.

"What are you looking at?" The boy's tone was a little annoyed, but his voice sounded soft and milky, just like a kitten.

The otaku twitched the corners of his lips, didn't speak, just walked in from the door.

The hammer in his hand was pressed against the ground, being dragged in by him, the sound was really ear-piercing.

Then he sat on the table in this cramped small room, looking down at Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang's expression quickly sank, and the series of actions of the otaku made him even more irritable.

"What are you doing in here? Did I tell you to come in?"

The otaku looked at him condescendingly at this moment, and returned to his usual hippie smile.

"You didn't invite me, but I'm here."

Fu Jiang pointed to the wide open door: "Then please go out!" The sound of the words was already a bit sharp at the end.

The otaku smiled ambiguously.

He grabbed Fu Jiang's hand pointing at the door, grasped it, and then his eyes fell on Fu Jiang's neckline, where the white as greasy skin glowed with luster, making his mouth dry when he looked at it.

More importantly, when he came in, Fu Jiang was just changing his clothes. Except for the top two buttons of the shirt, the rest was still empty, and Fu Jiang's other hand was holding both sides of the clothes tightly. , to avoid exposure.

Although everyone was of the same sex, the way the otaku stared at him really made him sick to his stomach.

Sure enough, next, the otaku clamped Fu Jiang's small and slender chin with one hand like iron tongs, forcing him to raise his eyes to meet the otaku's eyes, and his snow-white face turned upside down to him, and soon because of The beauty is angry and pink.

"Want me to help you get dressed?"

And there is a gorgeous flame burning in those beautiful eyes, full of unwillingness.

"You really make me sick, I can't stop feeling sick when I think of someone like you touching me, you dusty ant, you don't know how many dirty things you have touched, you trash! "

The otaku was not angry when he was insulted like this, he smiled presumptuously and boldly: "People like me make you sick, but you are destined to be touched by people like me."

The right amount of insults even made the blood in his whole body boil, so excited.

He pulled Fu Jiang's hand holding the hem of his clothes, and with his hand, the two buttons that were originally fastened rolled down, and the two sides of the shirt were wide open, and Fu Jiang's upper body was even more naked/exposed, except for the white and smooth The skin, and the cherry red two points are extremely eye-catching.

The otaku's performance was very honest. He was eager to find the position of Fu Jiang's lips, and wanted to kiss the beauty.

The otaku's last kiss also deviated from the position and landed on the other's chin.

Fu Jiang took the opportunity to struggle vigorously in his arms, the otaku lost his strength, and actually asked him to break free from the restraints, and even slapped the otaku on the face.

There was a crisp applause, and the emotions of both of them changed.

Fu Jiang calmed down, but the otaku's expression sank, and his eyes were a little crazy.

He stared at Fu Jiang, and touched the cheek that Fu Jiang had just slapped. His face was abnormally pale today. Sure enough, when he touched his face, his hands were stained with blood. It turned out that the wound on his forehead had leaked again. bleeding.

Beads of blood slid down his thin, sunken cheeks, and then fell to the ground.

Fu Jiang's expression was also stunned, and his eyes swept over the hammer that the otaku held in his hand again. One end of the hammer was stuck to the ground. It was dragged into the room by the otaku just now, and it also left winding marks on the floor. It turned out that it was not rust stains, but blood.

The otaku noticed Fu Jiang's gaze, and then he half squatted in front of Fu Jiang, the expression on his face had returned to calm, perhaps it was the blood in front of him that made him calm down a little.

But more of it was short-term physical weakness. He had fought a fierce battle with a person just now, and the wound on his head was the evidence left behind. His head is very dizzy now, and his vision is also blurred.

He held Fu Jiang's soft and warm palm.

"Good."

Fu Jiang observed him closely, not only his complexion turned pale, but his lips were so white that they were transparent, not only the blood oozing from the wound on his head, but also beads of sweat rolling down at the same time.

Such a sudden weakness is good for disarming the prey.

In the next second, the otaku almost grabbed the boy by the neck and dragged him up from the ground.

The boy's pretty face was blue, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes from being strangled, and his tongue stuck out, retching.

Especially when dragging his body across the uneven floor, the door panel that just fell was very sharp, cutting his skin with wounds through the thin cloth.

The otaku dragged his body into the corridor, and Fu Jiang felt extremely uncomfortable the whole time, and almost fainted, and passed a dead body in between.

The landlord fell in a pool of blood, and he was shot in the forehead. The blood splash must have been beautiful at the time, but now it stuck to his forehead like mosquito blood.

The gun was turned out of the police officer and was hidden by the otaku. Otherwise, he would have died under the heavy hammer of the landlord. Look carefully, the otaku's back of the head was also hit hard, and the blood was not yet full. Solidified, so that his white vest from the back was also stained with blood.

It looked like he was going to die too.

"How is it here?" The otaku's footsteps finally stopped, and Fu Jiang was able to let go of his breath.

This is the stairway, and people coming and going pass here.

However, the Eden Examination Court tonight was extremely deserted, and no one knew where they were going.

But the strange thing is that tonight's Eden Examination House is obviously the busiest one with the most visitors...

"Just here, I want everyone to see."

"I want to fuck you."

When Fu Jiang heard this, he stopped panting. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream, but the otaku quickly covered it, but in the end Fu Jiang bit the otaku's hand and left a bleeding wound.

The otaku directly peeled off the shirt that had almost no covering effect on his body, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth, making Fu Jiang unable to make a sound.

"Very well, baby, you are so obedient."

It's a really weird ending.

Fu Jiang's expression was originally ashamed and angry, but slowly turned numb. The stair railing behind him got stuck in his lumbar spine, which caused him pain, and made him have to support the railing with his hands, so that it was not so uncomfortable.

The police officer came out of the basement. Although he was free again, he couldn't relax for a moment. He climbed the stairs, touched the handrail, and made his steps so light that there was almost no sound.

But suddenly he looked up and found a pair of figures at the stairway, which frightened him.

Who is this?

He should have cared nothing, just hid himself and waited for the couple to leave, but the more he watched, the weirder his expression became, what was he doing?

It just looks like one person is forcing the other, and the face of the forced person is still covered by a large ball of clothes stuffed in his mouth.

The scene did not reach the level of a live erotic palace. Except for the short man with bare upper body and bare feet, the rest of the clothes of the two were still on their bodies.

But the scene that shocked him was when the short man suddenly turned his face and accidentally met his eyes.

Tomie? ? !

Fu Jiang was laughing, even though his face was stretched out of shape with a large ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth, his eyes still showed a mocking smile when he looked at the police officer.

He looked at the fleeing police officer with disdain on his face.

The otaku felt Fu Jiang's strangeness, and raised his head that was originally buried in his neck, and followed Fu Jiang's eyes to notice the little mouse.

He also laughed, without the cover of the big black-rimmed glasses and sloppy hair, the mockery on that face was very obvious.

He narrowed his eyes happily, removed the cloth from Fu Jiang's mouth, and whispered in his ear: "Tell him, what are we doing."

Fu Jiang was finally removed from the thing that almost suffocated him, and his mouth was finally able to close.

"Where are you going, little mouse?"

An unscrupulous laugh then escaped from his mouth.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The laughter was like a silver bell, but it spread far in the empty corridor, and there was still an echo, it was so eerie.

The police officer lowered his head firmly, not daring to look up at Fu Jiang.

He didn't know why Fu Jiang, who was locked in the basement, appeared here again in a blink of an eye. The boy who smiled like an angel in his memory finally turned into a devil in his mind, making him breathless and accepting his conscience. tortured, unable to lift his head.

But the laughter finally stopped, and the otaku cupped the back of his head and sealed his lips.

This time he didn't dodge.

Time became longer, and at the end of the kiss, Fu Jiang whispered in the ear of the other party: "How about killing him?"

The otaku's face was even paler, but his lips were already bloody, it was all due to kissing, he nodded.

"it is good."

The otaku picked up the blood-stained hammer next to him again. When he swung the hammer, his complexion turned pale, and the veins in his arms popped out, looking a little weak.

And the hammer was indeed thrown out of his hand, and then fell straight on the head of the police officer downstairs, and the brains burst out for a while, staining the ground with red, red and white.

Then the otaku walked back to Fu Jiang, with a smile on his face, although he was exhausted and weak.

There was a hint of pity in the young man's beautiful eyes.

"Poor good man, thank you."

He gently wiped off the blood on the top of the otaku's head, his fingertips and nails were stained red with blood.

"Thank you for fighting until the last moment for me."

"But you're dying."

The otaku's pupils widened in an instant, and the scene he saw before he died was enough to shock his heart. The young man with a face as beautiful and deadly as a poppy flower showed his fatal charm.

That beautiful thick black hair grew fast in an instant, almost reaching the boy's waist, but it still didn't stop growing. The black hair wrapped the two of them, and hanged him again in a black and gloomy cocoon. .