ID number 019

That brother made Chen Yang stunned.

Chao Jian also called him that, with a smile that was not a smile, and there was a joke in the ending, which gave him the illusion that his teeth were itching, and he wanted to grab the artery in his neck and bite him to death.

Not like this, pampered, twisted, helpless, confused, and a bit submissive, as if there was nothing he could do about him.

So many emotions, is it a ghost?

Chen Yang was in a trance for a while and then became agitated. Is he crazy? He was actually shaken.

Now the boy's breath smelled of milk, very thick, as if he had eaten a box of milk tablets.

But Chao Jian did not.

His mouth was filled with the smell of medicine, so bitter that Chen Yang was a little suffocated.

The boy almost touched the tip of Chen Yang's nose: "Answer me."

Chen Yang met those scarlet eyes with a smile, and his back felt numb.

It stands to reason that whose illusion reflects his heart.

but……

Chen Yang looked at the blue and white face enlarged in front of his eyes, looked at himself in the boy's pupils, and his heartbeat stopped for half a beat. The illusion was formed by a person's fear, longing, or obsession, and pain. This is not his.

How could this be?

What went wrong?

Chen Yang's heart beat violently. At that time, he was going down the stairs with Chao Jian, when the person beside him suddenly changed.

Since he entered the illusion, Chao Jian should also enter.

Could it be that he was close to Chao Jian, and the illusion was influenced by Chao Jian?

Or...they are hopping.

Chao Jian entered his illusion, and he entered Chao Jian's illusion?

Chen Yang's arms were covered with goosebumps. He had always wanted to spy on Chao Jian's inner world. He knew that it was the other party's privacy, but he still couldn't control it, and he would grab the opportunity whenever he had the chance.

I don't know why I am so persistent.

Chen Yang's world has already opened more than half unconsciously, and it is still going on, unable to close, but the door of Chao Jian's heart is only locked, showing a little sign of looseness, and it has been delayed to open to him.

He was too curious about what was installed in Jane's private area, and why it was so tightly guarded.

Now Chen Yang came in unexpectedly, in such a weird way.

Moreover, what he saw and heard here was completely different from what he had imagined.

The tip of his nose was cold, and the young man came up, Chen Yang almost kicked him up, he resisted the urge to do it, smiled and said: "I'm not kidding you, the inn is just across the street, don't worry, there may be some neglected places in the attic , let's check again."

The young man lifted a crutch, pressed it against Chen Yang's calf, and went up all the way, passed his abdominal muscles, chest, and raised his chin: "You can find a reason for saying one thing and doing another every time."

Chen Yang: "..."

Which part of Chao Jian's heart is here?

What age group?

"However," the young man laughed, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe what you say or lie to me, I will listen to you."

The boy put down his crutches and lowered his head: "Brother, I'm good, give me a reward."

award?What reward?Before Chen Yang could figure it out, he unconsciously put his hand up and stroked the boy's hair.

The boy raised his head, and the corners of his lips curved further.

Chen Yang woke up suddenly, his hand was extremely stiff, neither could he withdraw or stay.

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hair rubbed against Chen Yang's palm.

Chen Yang gave up struggling, and he took his hand down naturally: "Let's look for clues, the attic is empty, I think there may be something found in the stairs."

The illusion entered from there may also exit there.

The boy said nothing.

Chen Yang lowered his eyes and found that he was staring at him with a blank expression on his face.

"Chao Jian?" Chen Yang tried his best not to tense his voice.

"Yeah." The young man put away his crutches, stood on one foot, his left leg weakly touched the ground, he opened his arms to Chen Yang with a smile, and said coquettishly, "Brother, carry me on your back."

Chen Yang didn't want to recite it, he was afraid that if he recited it, he wouldn't be able to put it down.

The boy kept his arms outstretched, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat.

"Okay, carry you." Chen Yang turned around, his knees were slightly bent, a few seconds later his back sank, he straightened up reflexively, his chest was hot through the clothes.

There seems to be a heartbeat?

Chen Yang's figure paused before he moved forward.

"bang"

"bang"

The boy threw both crutches to the stairs, and put his hands around Chen Yang.

Chen Yang: "..."

The person on the back kept tilting his head, staring at him without blinking.

It made him both familiar and uncomfortable.

The reason for the familiarity is that Chao Jian has recently started to stare at him. I don't know when it started, without warning, and always stares without saying a word.

As if he could turn into a puff of smoke anytime, anywhere.

As for discomfort...

That's because the sight staring at him now is many times more terrifying than Chao Jian.

"Why are you staring at me?" Chen Yang asked unbearably.

The boy stared at Chen Yang and said, "You can run."

Chen Yangxin said, I do think so.

"If you run away, you won't find it." The young man hugged Chen Yang tightly.

Chen Yang had difficulty breathing when he was hugged, he stopped at the stairs and said, "Okay, come down."

The two hands on the neck suddenly tightened.

The young man smiled sadly: "Brother, you really want to abandon me."

Chen Yang's face turned purple, his blood vessels burst, and he squeezed the boy's hand hard.

"Loosen, let go." The more Chen Yang broke, the more suffocating he felt, he firmly grabbed the back of the boy's hand, "Fuck, let go..."

At the top of the wooden stairs in the attic, Chao Jian poured milk tablets out of the medicine bottle, but it wasn't poured out, it was empty, and she had eaten all of it.

He squeezed the medicine bottle with more weight, and his finger bones were cold.

"Damn it, my meat is so rough, I've been bitten a few times, the mosquitoes here are so damn picky..."

There were two sets of footsteps at the door, mixed with rough cursing.

And the smell of disinfectant.

Xiangdong walked into the attic side by side with the painter, each with a mobile phone, and two beams of light shone in, and they gathered at the stairs in unison.

"Fuck!" Xiang Dong cursed, and strode over, "Why are you pretending to be a ghost here? Where's Chen Yang?"

Chao Jian mechanically poured out the pills.

Xiang Dong sensed something unusual from Chao Jian's breath, and he stepped on the other's crutch vigorously: "I ask you, where is Chen Yang? Ah?! Where did he go?"

While pressing the spray on Xiangdong, the painter approached him and whispered, "Chen Yang has fallen into a hallucination?"

The anger on Xiang Dong's face froze: "Illusion?"

The painter said: "The two of them are almost inseparable when they are doing the task. This is the only possibility."

Looking down at Chao Jian on the stairs to the east, he asked: "Chen Yang has entered the illusion?"

Chao Jian is still pouring the pills.

"Why didn't you go with him?" Xiang Dong grabbed Chao Jian's shoulder, his eyes tearing apart.

The painter checked the disposable gloves on his hands, and made sure they were worn tightly. He pulled Xiangdong aside and said, "It's not like you haven't been in a fantasy world before."

"Everyone has their own life experience, and the illusion is the most untouchable place. It is impossible for two taskers to enter the same illusion."

Xiangdong recalled the picture of himself being tortured to the point of collapse by the illusion. It was a few years when he was dying in East Street, living a life not as good as a rat in the gutter, an endless loop.

Damn, it's horrific to the extreme.

The hot sweat on Xiangdong's undulating back turned into cold sweat, and he crossed his legs and sat on the stairs: "What will be in Chen Yang's illusion? The death of his sister, or did he have an accident?"

"These two, no matter which one they are, can kill half of his life." Xiang Dong pressed the lighter and murmured.

The painter stood in the strong smell of disinfectant and asked, "Does he have a younger sister?"

"I heard it, but I haven't seen it before." Xiang Dong scratched his scalp a few times irritably, "Damn it, why haven't these illusions come out yet?"

The painter doesn't think Chen Yang is in danger, he has gone through four missions, and someone trained him one-on-one for a long time.

Even if it's the first time acting alone, it won't die inside.

Come out sooner or later.

"Is this the first time Chen Yang has been dragged into an illusion?" Xiang Dong tugged at Chao Jian in vain and shouted loudly.

Chao Jian's medicine bottle fell out of her palm and rolled down the stairs.

He stared blankly, his pupils were dilated and out of focus.

Xiang Dong's complexion changed suddenly, he yelled and struck, this guy didn't even go crazy, which means that he was right in his words, and entered the state of walking dead after excessive anxiety.

The painter took off the disposable gloves, smoothed the hair around his ears with Cangbai's hands, and put the gloves back on: "It's the first time, it's a little troublesome."

Thinking to the east, it is more than a trouble, it is a disaster at all.

He ran upstairs and downstairs, panted and returned to his original position and sat down: "Why didn't we go in?"

The painter said: "Maybe your inner weakness does not meet the appetite of this ghost."

There are many kinds of obsessions.

Xiang Dong was so annoyed that he kept shaking his legs and smoking a cigarette, he glanced at the young man who seemed to be isolated from everything and stayed alone in a small world, and roared ferociously: "Chao Jian, I tell you, if Chen Yang can't get out, you... ..."

The crutches came crashing down.

There was a gust of bloody and terrifying wind.

Narrowly avoiding to the east, he stared at the place where he sat, where many cracks appeared that made the scalp tense.

That flight of stairs could break at any moment.

Xiang Dong spit out the cigarette butt that he had bitten short. If he hit it just now, it would have smashed his head flat. He was about to shake his fist when he suddenly saw Chao Jane going downstairs to pick up the medicine bottle. He couldn't pick it up for a long time.

His hands were shaking badly.

Xiang Dong: "..." Huh.

On the other side, Chen Yang sat blankly at the stairs, looking at the boy who kept hitting his left leg with his cane.

A few minutes ago, Chen Yang was about to be strangled to death. The young man suddenly got off his back and apologized to him helplessly. Before he could react, the other party started to smash his legs.

It kept hitting, and it didn't stop until now.

The boy kept repeating three words in his mouth.

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."

There was something extra on Chen Yang's lips, he stretched out his hand to wipe it off and saw that it was a small piece of minced meat.

"..."

Chen Yang stepped back, his back hit the stairs, he supported the wooden plank with both hands, and moved up the stairs with his feet on the ground.

The sound of metal hitting flesh and bones stopped, and the boy turned his blood-splattered face sideways: "Brother, where do you want to go?"

"You need to see a doctor for your leg." Chen Yang heard his own voice answering the wrong question.

The young man stared straight at him: "Don't watch it, don't want it anymore, it's not good, it drags you down."

Chen Yang said: "There is no drag, you can already stand up, can't you?"

"Yeah, I can stand up now, but," the boy tilted his head, tugged at the corners of his bruised lips, and said with a half-crying smile, "I don't want it, I don't like it."

Chen Yang was stunned.

"I can't, my brother will be angry. I know you want my leg to get better." The young man quickly picked up the broken flesh and blood on the ground, and randomly stuffed it into his bloody left leg. His face was extremely ferocious, but his voice was It was panic and pleading, "Brother, I will restore my leg to its original state. Can you take me out of here? Let's leave together, let's go back together, take me with you, don't leave me behind, I'm afraid, don't leave me behind."

Chen Yang is going crazy, he wants to go out, he must go out, Chao Jian is waiting for him.

Details, if you want details, what has he overlooked?

Chen Yang gnawed on the nail of his thumb, and flicked it in his sight from the corner of his eye.

Which is the easiest thing to ignore?

Chen Yang tried to force himself to stay away from fixed thinking, far away, he rearranged his disordered thoughts, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

This is an empty attic, and there are only him and Chao Jian in it.

Isn't the way to leave lies in this Chao Jian?

Chen Yang's heartbeat started to speed up, why did he only think of it now...

The outlet is the teenager itself.

In fact, not long after coming here, Chen Yang guessed the boy's obsession, he was full of rejection and escape from body to mind.

Chen Yang thought to himself, what would happen if he faced the boy's obsession?

"Chao Jian." Chen Yang walked over step by step, and knelt down to look at him.

The boy raised his head while pressing his bloody left leg, and said cautiously, "Brother, my leg is healed."

Chen Yang: "Yes."

"I don't hate my leg anymore, I will make it better, and I will listen to you." The young man looked straight at Chen Yang, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, "Tell me, the more ordinary things are , the more you can bring us surprises, I remember them all, you see, I remember everything you taught me, I can help you, I am not a burden, brother, you go forward, I will try my best to follow you, I... ..."

Chen Yang covered the boy's bloody and tearful eyes.

The boy cried and said, "You won't leave me anymore, will you?"

"Yes." Chen Yang's palm was wet, and he said softly, "Brother will never leave you again."

After the voice fell, Chen Yang found himself standing on the top of the stairs, with a mobile phone in his hand, and the light of the flashlight was still shining down.

Chao Jian sat beside him.

Below the stairs are Xiangdong and the painter, one standing and looking at the phone, the other sitting and smoking, each immersed in their own situation.

"I `m coming out."

As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, he was dragged down on the stairs by a terrifying force. He knelt down on one knee, his leaning forward body had no time to react, and a pair of arms hugged him.

The person holding him was shaking violently.

She didn't make a sound, but kept pulling him into her arms, as if trying to merge with him.

What's the matter? This is, Chen Yang's hands and feet were stiff, and he swallowed his saliva: "Chao Jian?"

Chao Jian suddenly pushed him away, covered her face with two trembling hands, buried her head, and arched her back in a fragile arc.