The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

The sky in late autumn is dark, like rubbing ink.From time to time, there was the sound of dead leaves falling to the ground, sometimes mixed with the sound of rustling drizzle.

At this moment, Song Yuanzhou tried his best to look out from the only transom window in the room - there was only a dim light on the path outside, and in the rainy and foggy autumn night, the weak light flickered like a firefly.

Song Yuanzhou woke up from the cold. When he woke up, he was sitting on a piece of cold wet ground with his hands tied behind his back.

The light in the room was very dim, and corner lamps were burning on the four corner walls, covered by red transparent shells.Probably because the workmanship was not strict, the cool wind in late autumn passed through the transom, and the candle light danced, casting a candle shadow with teeth and claws on the opposite wall.

Light and shadow flickered on and off, as if the whole room was shaking.

Song Yuanzhou leaned against the wall, moved a little bit to stand up, and stomped his feet casually.

Fortunately, the legs are not damaged.

It could be a dream.

But everything in the dream is too real.

Because he was trying to free his hands from the rope.

Very well, it was true that he couldn't break free, but his flesh rubbed against the rough rope, and he felt a burning pain very clearly.

There is no pain in the dream.

But I obviously took a shower and went to sleep in my room as usual, why did I appear here?

I rely on!Could it be kidnapping?

"Is anyone there? Is there anyone here?" Song Yuanzhou approached the only airtight iron door in the room, and touched it with his body, but it didn't open.

Round after round in the empty and dark room was the echo of his final note.

In the dimly lit room where the candles flickered like demons dancing wildly, there was a penetrating coolness.

A row of goose bumps instantly appeared on Song Yuanzhou's exposed arm.

The room fell silent again.

There seems to be a path outside the iron gate, with the sound of heavy footsteps one after another, accompanied by a long mopping sound, clear and slow, like a deliberately extended long shot in a movie.

Especially in such a cold darkroom, alone and tied up in a strange place.That strange walking sound was especially like a death-defying messenger from hell.

Song Yuanzhou retreated step by step to the original corner.

Hesitating whether to pretend he wasn't awake yet.

It's a pity that he didn't hesitate for a long time. Just when he was about to squat, there was the sound of a key being inserted into the lockhole of the iron door at the door. The stooped old man who couldn't walk very well, but opened the door very quickly, walked in with his head.

The old man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if the iron gate in disrepair had experienced wind and rain, and a thick layer of rust formed on the outside.

"Are you awake?" Although it was a question, it seemed to be just talking to himself, and there was no need for Song Yuanzhou's answer, because he immediately continued, "It's time to wake up, and if you don't wake up, you have to wake up." .”

Song Yuanzhou was even more convinced that he might have been kidnapped.

But aren't the kidnappers in TV dramas all young and strong, catching the young and weak?

Damn, I seem to be connoted!

When the old man walked to the door, his skinny face suddenly turned around, the wrinkled black skin sunken, forming a shape of a living skeleton, the difference was that there were two gray cloudy eyeballs in the deep-set eye sockets.

At this moment, the eyeball was facing him, and sharp arrows could be shot from the gray pupils.

Song Yuanzhou shivered in fright.I keep muttering in my heart: patriotism, law-abiding, unity, friendliness...

I rely on! !Don't talk about kidnapping now, if someone says I've gone to hell, I'll believe it!

"Still leaving?" The old man made a "chug chug" sound from his throat like an old cat catching prey.

Song Yuanzhou realized that he might still talk, or take some measures to deal with him.He hurriedly took a step and nodded, indicating that he would go.

Now on other people's land, the smart way is to be more obedient, and wait for the opportunity to escape after leaving the iron gate.

It was indeed late autumn outside, with light rain pattering, and a cold wind blowing with drizzle, which made Song Yuanzhou, who was caught off guard, shiver, and the chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The path under the feet is probably an extension of the place looked out from the darkroom. The path is dimly lit, but you can hear the sound of dead branches and fallen leaves being crushed when you step on it.

The old man's steps were very slow, and he had to take a breath when he took a step. It seemed that he would fall down on the way to the distance without doing anything to him.

Song Yuanzhou:? ? ?

To be honest, sending such a frail old man over to look at me, is he looking down on me?

But the old man's shambling footsteps also made it easier for him to observe the terrain.

Song Yuanzhou followed slowly, and at the same time glanced to both sides with his left and right corners of the eye without any trace, to see if there was a place to escape.

This path is not wide enough for two people to walk side by side, and the courtyard wall outside is deep.

He measured the distance between himself and the old man in his mind, and simulated the speed and escape route when the old man found out that he had run away and called someone over to catch him. He passed a probe with a night light on.

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

The probe slowly changed direction and moved its monitoring port as he walked past. The glowing blue light was like a ghostly fire in the dark night.

His heart sank deeply.

Song Yuanzhou didn't dare to run over and climb the fence rashly, because he saw a semi-circular siren next to the probe.

According to his experience, this kind of alarm is triggered by touching, and it may be connected to a high voltage voltage. Generally, these safety measures are used when there are valuable antique treasures in the home, the purpose is to prevent thieves.

Of course, Song Yuanzhou would not be so narcissistic, thinking that they installed these devices just to prevent him from escaping.

It seems that this may be a place with a fairly tight security system.

Anyway, no matter what it is, he can't escape for the time being.

No wonder he dared to send only such an old man over to watch over him.

This trail seemed very deep, and Song Yuanzhou was a little tired after walking around the red wall.

Gradually the underground road began to level up, revealing a section of stairs going up.

In the hazy night, he couldn't tell what steps were underneath, but only vaguely discerned the red and black quaint fence.

At the end of the stairs is another long dark and empty corridor.

Song Yuanzhou looked up. There seemed to be lights on it, and there were quite a few of them. There was a chandelier about every two meters, and some outlines could be vaguely recognized.

Probably when he was about to reach his destination, the old man rarely stopped, staring at him with terrifying eyes, and his voice sounded like rust on a stone mill: "Be good, the benefits will always come from you."

Song Yuanzhou: "???"

The more it sounds, the more it looks like a human trafficker, is it swollen fat four?

The old man turned his cloudy eyes under the deep eye sockets, took a deep look at him and walked forward again, but unlike before, this time he did not walk in Fenglei silently again, but actually talked to himself It's a pity that his voice was scattered in the wide world, and all of his voices melted into the rain and fog with the cold and wind, so he couldn't hear clearly at all.

Song Yuanzhou could only vaguely hear: young master, blessing, such words...

For some reason, he felt that this scene was very similar to a concubine who was about to go to bed in a TV series.

The father-in-law who led the way in front told me how to be careful when serving the king...

Song Yuanzhou: "???"

What a broken metaphor.

The old man had reached the finish line, he stopped, stood there and looked back at him from a distance.

A lamp burned at the end of the corridor.

Song Yuanzhou walked over slowly, and the old man patted the heavy door with his fingers bent.

A restrained, impatient voice came from inside: "Who?"

The old man bent down and respectfully said, "It's me."

The voice inside was mixed with anger and passed through the door panel, which was not very clear. Song Yuanzhou always felt that it was more like a beast in deep sleep whose dreams were disturbed.

"roll."

Furious, even through the door, Song Yuanzhou could feel the heat wave in his voice, which could burn the old man in front of him to death.

However, the originally respectful old man didn't leave at all. Instead, he closed his grinning mouth and untied a key from his waist with a blank expression.

With a "click", the door was opened.

The heating in the house pushed away the cold wind in the corridor, and rolled up a corner of Song Yuanzhou's skirt.

Song Yuanzhou pinched his legs uncomfortably. It was not obvious that he was thinking too much just now, but now that he calmed down, he always felt that his lower body was chilly.

He looked down.

Under the dim light, he could vaguely see his indescribable clothes.

His men's pajamas before going to bed at night had changed into a lady's small floral dress with red patterns at some point.

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

I'll go, don't play like this, he...he...he, fuck, when did he become a woman?

Before he could figure out the reason, the door was slowly pushed open by the old man, and the scene in the room gradually unfolded in front of him.

Sitting on the red solid wood floor was a man with his clothes open. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head.

Hot sweat soaked his forehead and hair, and his handsome face was frozen. Sweat flowed from the corner of his forehead along the handsome side face to the jaw line, and gathered drop after drop on the perfectly lined abdominal muscles.

It was probably hot, his clothes were half opened, revealing his red chest.

His long eyelashes are raised, the tails of his eyes are long and narrow, and they are naturally upturned. There seems to be a deep sea hidden in his dark eyes. His indifferent gaze casually glances over. Coupled with the abnormal blush at the corner of his eyes, it is inexplicably restrained. temptation.

Song Yuanzhou choked for breath, and swallowed with difficulty in front of such a beauty.

No, just outside the door he described it wrongly, this is not a ferocious beast.

The person in front of him was more like a goblin.The kind that can casually seduce someone's soul with just one glance.

The cold gaze slid across his face and finally settled on his legs.

The man in front of him had sharp eyes, and his voice was deliberately lowered, accompanied by a certain kind of deliberate and patient lust: "Woman?"

Song Yuanzhou covered his skirt cautiously under his wolf-like eyes, and said uncertainly, "I...I don't know either."

The man frowned.

But I don't know if it was Song Yuanzhou's illusion, the man's cold eyes were a little more relaxed than before, and he no longer looked at him with the eyes of examining the "intruder".

Song Yuanzhou obviously captured such a change, but he couldn't tell exactly why.

Was it because he couldn't tell if he was a man or a woman?

Is it because men have too much taste or do you think he is a bit unintelligent?

Because it is not smart, the beast judges that the "intruder" who broke into the territory is actually not a threat, and can he be regarded as prey?

Song Yuanzhou made a bold move in the man's increasingly playful eyes——

Song Yuanzhou quickly reached out and touched his crotch...

Sure enough, in exchange for a slightly widened, surprised look.