The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

The head maid's footsteps were not in a hurry, and she pushed the young man in front of her steadily, for fear that the speed would cause bumps and make Jiang Yilin feel uncomfortable.

——The one in my hands is not someone else, but the master's most beloved husband...

Although the head maid is a little old, she has good eyesight.

She is well aware of Jiang Yilin's position in the heart of the master, and she dare not neglect in the slightest.

………………

After returning to the villa.

Jiang Yilin crossed his fingers slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

—Is it the study?This is indeed a very critical place.

Jiang Yilin thought in his heart.

The butler told him in the manor before that at the birthday party that year, the butler saw himself covered in blood being carried out by the godfather.

Combined with what my nominal brother said to me just now, about cats...

Jiang Yilin could deduce that that man might have lost control that night and did something unforgivable to himself.

——If this is true...

The corner of Jiang Yilin's mouth twitched slightly, which he really couldn't accept.

——There will be a man who, apart from having a desire for himself, actually wants to put it into practice...

Jiang Yilin feels that he is a very cold person.

He has no interest in women, let alone men.

So I also feel that this kind of thing... is very boring, very boring.

Of course, what the steward said must be discounted and not completely believed.

"I'm really looking forward to my upcoming trip to the study..."

On the way, Jiang Yilin murmured softly.

………………

The older maid pushed Jiang Yilin out of the study, then nodded respectfully to him, turned and left, and gently closed the door.

Jiang Yilin knocked lightly on the door, and after the godfather answered, he rolled his wheelchair and entered the study.

The man sitting at the desk seemed to be reviewing some documents.

The godfather smiled slightly at his godson, signaling him to wait aside for a while and continue with the work at hand.

Jiang Yilin observed the man's expression.

When he was reviewing the documents, his handsome face finally showed some cold and hard arcs.

The cold brown-haired man seemed not to feel Jiang Yilin's gaze, his expression was very focused, and the black crow feather pen was in his fingers, gently outlining each character.

Instead of wearing the rigorous suit, he wore a dark nightgown with the neckline slightly open, exposing his strong chest.

——From the clear texture lines, it can be seen that the godfather's training has never fallen behind in his daily life.

Jiang Yilin was not interested in observing the man's body, raised his eyebrows, then looked away, manipulated the handle on the seat, and began to look around in the study.

And when he turned his back to the godfather, the godfather's eyes were tightly locked on him.

——It was an extremely intense burning sensation.

The young man in black raised his lips slightly. His intuition was so keen that he knew the man's movements naturally. He didn't have any annoying thoughts, and he didn't point it out. He just wanted to see what the man's purpose was for calling him over.

Jiang Yilin's eyes scanned the bookshelves slightly, and suddenly, he was attracted by a certain place.

Under the refraction of the light, the glass baffle on the third layer has a slightly different color from the other layers.

Jiang Yilin stretched out his hand thoughtfully, and lightly buttoned it.

He glanced back at the godfather, only to find that the man just looked at him with a smile and didn't stop him.

Jiang Yilin opened the cabinet.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

From the appearance of the bookcase alone, the third floor seems to be no different from the other floors, and it seems to be full of books.

However, when he opened it, he discovered that there was only one book with a white cover on the bookshelf on the third floor.

——This should be an optical illusion caused by the refraction of light.

The packaging of that book is different from other books.

"It's placed on the third floor..."

Jiang Yilin murmured.

——This layer is the most convenient for collectors to open it and read it every day.

"What are you looking at?"

A somewhat low and hoarse voice sounded from behind him.

The cold brown-haired man slowly walked behind the black-haired young man, stretched out his fingers and rubbed them gently on his shoulders, he lowered his head, and when he was talking, he was facing Jiang Yilin's fair neck.

"Good boy, tell me, what are you looking at?"

The godfather's hair scratched Jiang Yilin a little itchy, he tilted his head and said.

"... sir, I'm reading that book."

"The book placed alone in the middle must be something worth reading, but it's not such a valuable thing."

After all, really valuable things should be put on the shelf instead of just being placed in the middle of the bookcase.

"Isn't it a very valuable thing? It seems that you have indeed forgotten..."

The man with cold brown hair raised his eyebrows, his voice seemed a little cold, he reached out and stroked Jiang Yilin's hair, and said, "If you think it's not precious, then it's really worthless."

——And in my heart... I am afraid that there is nothing in the world that can be more precious than it.

With those deep eyes, the godfather looked at the hair whirling in the back of the young man's head in front of him.

"What the hell is that?"

"That's the letter you wrote to me when you were a child, and the reply I wrote to you."

The godfather smiled.

"I've had you write to me for as long as you can remember—on your birthday every year."

"But there is one thing missing in it, and that is the letter you wrote to me that year... I was so angry at the time, so I tore up that letter."

——…Again, what happened in that year?

Jiang Yilin didn't open his mouth, and the man continued talking on his own.

"I carefully preserved these letters. Of course, what you see now is a copy. I put the real one in a place where no one will know."

He put his chin on Jiang Yilin's shoulder and said, "Every time you write to me, I'm not very satisfied with the content. Sometimes it's too general, like a running account, and there are too many repetitive sentences, and sometimes, Too real."

"Although I hate false things, but when you openly dissect your heart to me..."

The cold brown-haired man gently stretched out his fingers, lifted the black-haired young man's chin, and turned his head slightly.

His voice sounded breathy, as if trying to suppress something.

"I just realized... little guy, you may not be as dependent on me as you usually are."

"I've been thinking... When can I not be soft-hearted to you?"

Jiang Yilin lowered his head, avoiding his gaze, and said, "I really don't remember."

At that moment... the man's expression was terrifying, as if there were layers of dark clouds in his eyes that could no longer be closed.

After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"It's normal for you to forget... After all, your body is not fully recovered, and the doctor also said to be patient." The godfather stretched out his hand while talking, and hugged Jiang Yilin again.

The cold brown-haired man sat on the chair in front of the desk with his godson in his arms, and let a young man who was no longer a teenager, who was almost the same size as him, sit on his lap.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Yilin put his fingers on the godfather's broad shoulders, his eyes were condensed.

"Nothing, little one."

The godfather kissed Jiang Yilin on the corner of the eye, pointed to the stack of documents that had just been approved on the table, and said, "Before you lost your temper and didn't want to take over the family affairs, I indulged you back then and let you be willful, but now Take a look-"

The man inserted his fingers into Jiang Yilin's hair, groped his hair, and said, "Now I think this may have hurt you."

"If you have more things in your hands, you won't be lying on the bed like before, let me..."

The rest of the man's words stopped in his throat and he didn't say it.

—Let me worry about you...

Jiang Yilin didn't speak.

He secretly had a feeling that although the man holding him had a strong desire to possess him, he didn't have the same desire to destroy.

——The person who poisoned himself should not be the godfather.

——Then... would he be the monster who shielded himself from the rain and handed him roses on rainy nights to keep himself from being sad?

—Could he be Slender Ghost?

Jiang Yilin looked down at the documents while thinking.

It is not difficult to see that the man holding him behind him holds a huge business empire in his hands.

The content of the document was indeed a bit complicated. He just scanned it roughly, and saw some bloody tricks contained in the text.

Indeed, this man is dangerous, but...

——He seemed really good to himself.