black offering

4.

I walk in the night.

It was complete absolute darkness all around.

The air is cold, and there seem to be countless pairs of eyes staring at me intently.

I have been walking for a long time.

Until I saw a bright light, I walked in, and saw a still face with black pupils, as if dead.

"Shit!" I groaned and cursed.

Open your eyes and breathe heavily.

it's a dream...

There was a soft warm lamp by the bed, a dark night scene outside the window, a news broadcast was playing on the TV, and the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

There was a continuous dull pain all over the body, as if every inch of muscle was slowly chewed by ants.

still alive...

The wound has basically healed.

The bed under him was soft, of good quality, and exuded a faint fragrance.

In the whole room, there is only one bed and one bathroom. The decoration is simple and generous, but pink is ambiguous everywhere.

I judged that it was a private room or a hotel.

Based on the scene before the fainting, it is not difficult to guess where this is.

I gritted my teeth.

Looking back at the fruit knife in the fruit bowl on the bedside table, the cold light flickered on the blade, and I held it firmly in my hand.

The hand holding the knife was hidden under the quilt.

Close your eyes again, breathe evenly, and hide your murderous intentions.Wait quietly.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, at least half a month.

As far as my injury is concerned, it will take at least half a month to recover to what I am now.

Living in a nightclub for half a month?

Kind of inexplicable.

I frowned, no one would leave a patient in a couple's room in a nightclub to recuperate.

Thinking of it this way, I discovered a place that even I couldn't accept - the wound that the jackdaw bit me before basically healed in an instant.

So this injury, is it because of the same reason?

As long as I am injured, can I recover the wound to the maximum extent?

It was horrible, completely out of the principle of my memory, and it didn't match my memory at all, I panicked...

But soon I calmed down and tried to regulate my breathing.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and then came the sound of footsteps from far to near, very light and steady.

Warm and cool fingers touched the center of my brow again, he seemed to love this place very much.

"What did you see in your dream? Look at the evil spirit on your face." He seemed to be sitting on the edge of the bed.

Of course I can't answer that.

After a pause, he touched my cheek with his hand, "Shen Mo, you can't leave me, never."

He said, "You'd better understand this sooner."

His voice was always in a cold state, without any emotion, "To me, you are just a grumpy and disobedient mouse, Shen Mo, don't disobey me anymore."

"My patience is limited."

Ah--

I sneered.

That's fucking hilarious.

Don't you have a temper and I'm just a puppet for everyone?

My patience is also limited.

The fingers moved from the cheeks to the neck, touching gently, I could feel his carefulness, as if I was a treasure.

Saying and doing the exact opposite.

Such behavior confuses me.

The moment before, I was thrown into the wolves and escaped death.

At the next moment, his attitude took a 180-degree turn, like a spring breeze.

"It hurts," he said.

"A total of 23 stab wounds, seven fractures and blood loss of up to 10000 milliliters."

"It's very painful for you to lose a lot of blood," he affirmed.

I tried to get to the point of these words, but unfortunately I couldn't understand them.

But I'm not stupid, I understand that the injuries he mentioned above are enough to kill three people, but not only did I not die, the reaction was not very serious.

He adjusted his position and I felt a few strands of wet hair sticking to my neck and cheeks.

"You are my man, don't just grow old and lose your brain."

The temperature from the warm water faded away, and his fingers became cold again, wrapping around my neck, slowly tightening.

"Otherwise, on the day I hate it, I will kill you."

A very malicious sentence was uttered by him in a soft voice, carrying countless black breaths that resembled death.

I still don't move.

No expression, no movement.

Although the blood in my whole body was burning like a boiling pot with anger, and my breathing was gradually difficult, I still remained motionless.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and I will not take it lightly unless it is absolutely necessary.

This lunatic is a warning, it is impossible to kill me now.

but......

What kind of person would lose 10000 milliliters of blood and still be alive?That's pretty much all the blood in a person's body.

Who am I?

Is it really like what those thugs said, I am a humanoid weapon?

He let go, sighed, and something cold and soft touched my collarbone.

Then, hug me.

"I'm waiting for you......"

There is only the first half of a sentence with unclear meaning.

wait for me?What are you waiting for me?

I would love to ask him.

This person must know about me, why didn't he tell me?

What the fuck is this nonsense?

However, there is no second half.

There was a long silence after which he seemed to fall asleep with his arms around me.

The TV was not turned off, and there was the sound of ding ding dong dong music, which seemed to be the opening song of some TV series.

It started to rain outside the window, the raindrops changed from small to large, and the glass crackled.

He is still motionless...

real?Fell asleep?

I held the hand holding the knife, and only slightly let go at this moment, with a thin layer of cold sweat on my palm.

My body has not yet recovered, and the high-intensity concentration has overwhelmed me, making me weaker.

This is not the way to go.

Shen Mo, you need to rest!

Then you can find a way to escape!

I said to myself softly.

hours later.

I slowly opened my eyes, it was almost dawn.

It was still gloomy outside the window, with heavy rain pouring down.

The TV is a blank snowflake.

The Jackdaw hugged me completely naked (hehe), closed his eyes tightly, and had a soft face, which was very different from the cold and sharp face when he was awake.

He looked defenseless.

All you need is defenselessness!

What a great irony.

This person, knowing my hostility towards him, can still sleep peacefully.

Is he too confident in his own strength, or is he convinced that I won't wake up at all?

Underestimating the enemy will be the thing he regrets most in his life.

I promise.

I turned over suddenly, pinned him down, drew the knife, stabbed him in the abdomen, and then reached his neck.

Strangely, no blood was spattered.

Only a small amount of blood gushes out, staining the sheets red.

The exquisite eyebrows frowned slightly, and the eyes were not opened, but the hand precisely grasped my wrist holding the knife.

"Kacha——" Then I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.

The man crushed my wrist effortlessly with his eyes closed.

Then slowly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes, like ice, "You want to kill me?"

he asked.

"Impossible..." I widened my eyes, cold sweat dripped from my forehead.

The abdominal injury was serious, and it didn't affect him at all...

Is he like me?Are they all monsters?

I panicked for a moment, and my reaction became slow for a beat.

"Shen Mo... Should I tie you up?" He easily pulled me closer, hugged me, and pressed me under him.

I opened the bedside table, took out several handcuffs, and handcuffed my hands and feet to a special steel bed.

Then he looked down at me, "Han Xian prepared it for you. I didn't want to use it at first, but you are too strong, strong and stupid, so stupid."

I glared.

"Not convinced? Shen Mo, this is a world where the weak prey on the strong, you are too weak." He laughed angrily.

He said, "What capital do you have against me?"

He lowered his head, cold light flickered in his pupils, "Strength? Or wisdom?"

He kicked the knife that fell on the floor into the bottom of the bed, tore off a piece of metal from the steel bedside rack with his bare hands, let go, and the metal hit my chest, leaving a large gash, blood criss-crossing, I frowned and looked pale.

This is simply not something humans can do!

"Who are you?" I asked hoarsely.

It is absolutely impossible to be just an ordinary person with pica.

His eyes clearly reflected my face, leaned over through the clothes, kissed my chest, slid a hand to my nude, wrapped my fragility coldly, and then moved behind.

The cold voice was full of magic, "Shen Mo, you have never been fucked before."

There was a bang in my head.

What does he want to do?

"Fuck! You fucking don't want to die, so let go!" A vein popped up on my forehead.

She raised her hand vigorously to grab him away, but she couldn't move, and raised her foot to kick him away, but she couldn't move either.

Only the sound of messy metal collisions stimulated the eardrums.

There was contempt in his eyes, he left me and stood up, and said indifferently, "It's just that, it can make you fly into a rage."

He is deliberately provoking me!

It's like a bucket of cold water pouring down your head.

It made me cold all over, and I was speechless.

I could only stare at him fiercely, wishing I could burn a hole in him.

"What a beautiful eye." He admired.

I can't be sure if he is sincere.

Look away, don't want to take another look.

As a result of the fierce struggle just now, the wrists and ankles were scratched by the metal handcuffs, and they were in burning pain at the moment.

When I touched my injured wrist, I gritted my teeth in pain.

"Blood is beautiful too."

He dipped his hands in the blood on my chest and stirred it in the glass of water. Soon the glass of water turned light red. He glanced at me with a smile and looked down at the abdomen that was stabbed by me.

Where there is a piece of blood, it can be seen that the wound is not shallow.

He carefully put the cup on the wound and squeezed.

Soon a little blood gushed out and flowed into the cup, completely dyeing the water blood red.

I can't understand the behavior of this madman at all.

Frowning, secretly cursing the pervert.

The bloody cup was handed to my mouth, "Drink."

Neuropathy!

I turned my head in disbelief.

He really thinks everyone is a pica.

What a lunatic!

He was not angry, just smiled lightly, and said coldly: "Do you want me to force you to drink?"

He squeezed my mandible hard, so cleverly that his mouth couldn't be closed at all.

The foul-smelling liquid was forcibly poured in.

Choked so hard I couldn't breathe.

Soon the cup was filled.He let go.

I started coughing violently.Mouth filled with fishy smell.

This feeling makes me sick.

He spat out three mouthfuls of blood, making the white sheets dirty.

I gasped and paused, staring at him with hatred: "You will regret it!"

He stared at me for three seconds and said with a smile, "I look forward to that day."

"Wait until the day you are stronger than me." He smoothed the hair around my neck, leaving a blank space.

Leaned over and licked it.

Then there's the familiar tangent.

This thing bit me again.

After a few sucks, he seemed content and stopped.

After making a phone call, "Send someone up to clean up, and the items on site will be handed over to Zhou Huai."

After finishing the call, he went into the bathroom.

Soon the door was pushed open, and several white-clothed doctors, men, and assistants pushed carts with drug syringes in.

I was amazed.

Who is this sick and needs a doctor?

Could it be to bandage the wound of the lunatic?

The face is really big, let the superiors serve, and the lineup is strong.

I laughed.

So I can point out with a leisurely opening, "The other person is in the bathroom."

None of the white clothes responded to me. They each lowered their heads to deal with their own affairs, and the training was very professional.

After injecting a clear liquid into a syringe, they walked towards me at the same time.

My heart skipped a beat.

This fucking is not coming for me!

Apparently I guessed right.

My hands and feet were tightly controlled, and I could only watch helplessly as the medicine was pushed into my blood vessels.

After a while, the vision became blurred.

I was furious, "You son of a bitch, what did you beat me for?"

"Tranquilizer." Someone replied.

Fuck it!

I forced my eyes open and stared at each of them.

"Mr. Shen is too dangerous, we need to clean it for you."

"Sedatives are needed for cleaning?" I retorted.

The face of the middle-aged man who answered remained unchanged, with a dark face, "You can kill more than 20 of us with your bare hands. For safety, that's the only way."

"Excuse me sir."

Forgive your uncle!I cursed angrily and restrained my limbs helplessly.

Then the effect of the medicine took full effect, and the things in front of me gradually blurred, and finally fell into darkness.

The author has something to say: I walk in the night.

It was complete absolute darkness all around.

The air is cold, and there seem to be countless pairs of eyes staring at me intently.

I have been walking for a long time.

Until I saw a bright light, I walked in, and saw a still face with black pupils, as if dead.

"Shit!" I cursed loudly.

Open your eyes and breathe heavily.

it's a dream...

There was a soft warm lamp by the bed, a dark night scene outside the window, a news broadcast was playing on the TV, and the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

There was a continuous dull pain all over the body, as if every inch of muscle was slowly chewed by ants.

still alive...

The wound has basically healed.

The bed under him was soft, of good quality, and exuded a faint fragrance.

In the whole room, there is only one bed and one bathroom. The decoration is simple and generous, but pink is ambiguous everywhere.

I judged that it was a private room or a hotel.

Based on the scene before the fainting, it is not difficult to guess where this is.

I gritted my teeth.

Looking back at the fruit knife in the fruit bowl on the bedside table, the cold light flickered on the blade, and I held it firmly in my hand.

The hand holding the knife was hidden under the quilt.

Close your eyes again, breathe evenly, and hide your murderous intentions.Wait quietly.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, at least half a month.

As far as my injury is concerned, it will take at least half a month to recover to what I am now.

Living in a nightclub for half a month?

Kind of inexplicable.

I frowned, no one would leave a patient in a couple's room in a nightclub to recuperate.

Thinking of it this way, I discovered a place that even I couldn't accept - the wound that the jackdaw bit me before basically healed in an instant.

So this injury, is it because of the same reason?

As long as I am injured, can I recover the wound to the maximum extent?

It was horrible, completely out of the principle of my memory, and it didn't match my memory at all, I panicked...

But soon I calmed down and tried to regulate my breathing.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and then came the sound of footsteps from far to near, very light and steady.

Warm and cool fingers touched the center of my brow again, he seemed to love this place very much.

"What did you see in your dream? Look at the evil spirit on your face." He seemed to be sitting on the edge of the bed.

Of course I can't answer that.

After a pause, he touched my cheek with his hand, "Shen Mo, you can't leave me, never."

He said, "You'd better understand this sooner."

His voice was always in a cold state, without any emotion, "To me, you are just a grumpy and disobedient mouse, Shen Mo, don't disobey me anymore."

"My patience is limited."

Ah--

I sneered.

That's fucking hilarious.

Don't you have a temper and I'm just a puppet for everyone?

My patience is also limited.

The fingers moved from the cheeks to the neck, touching gently, I could feel his carefulness, as if I was a treasure.

Saying and doing the exact opposite.

Such behavior confuses me.

The moment before, I was thrown into the wolves and escaped death.

At the next moment, his attitude took a 180-degree turn, like a spring breeze.

"It hurts," he said.

"A total of 23 stab wounds, seven fractures and blood loss of up to 10000 milliliters."

"It's very painful for you to lose a lot of blood," he affirmed.

I tried to get to the point of these words, but unfortunately I couldn't understand them.

But I'm not stupid, I understand that the injuries he mentioned above are enough to kill three people, but not only did I not die, the reaction was not very serious.

He adjusted his position and I felt a few strands of wet hair sticking to my neck and cheeks.

"You are my man, don't just grow old and lose your brain."

The temperature from the warm water faded away, and his fingers became cold again, wrapping around my neck, slowly tightening.

"Otherwise, on the day I hate it, I will kill you."

A very malicious sentence was uttered by him in a soft voice, carrying countless black breaths that resembled death.

I still don't move.

No expression, no movement.

Although the blood in my whole body was burning like a boiling pot with anger, and my breathing was gradually difficult, I still remained motionless.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and I will not take it lightly unless it is absolutely necessary.

This lunatic is a warning, it is impossible to kill me now.

but......

What kind of person would lose 10000 milliliters of blood and still be alive?That's pretty much all the blood in a person's body.

Who am I?

Is it really like what those thugs said, I am a humanoid weapon?

He let go, sighed, and something cold and soft touched my collarbone.

Then, hug me.

"I'm waiting for you......"

There is only the first half of a sentence with unclear meaning.

wait for me?What are you waiting for me?

I would love to ask him.

This person must know about me, why didn't he tell me?

What the fuck is this nonsense?

However, there is no second half.

There was a long silence after which he seemed to fall asleep with his arms around me.

The TV was not turned off, and there was the sound of ding ding dong dong music, which seemed to be the opening song of some TV series.

It started to rain outside the window, the raindrops changed from small to large, and the glass crackled.

He is still motionless...

real?Fell asleep?

I held the hand holding the knife, and only slightly let go at this moment, with a thin layer of cold sweat on my palm.

My body has not yet recovered, and the high-intensity concentration has overwhelmed me, making me weaker.

This is not the way to go.

Shen Mo, you need to rest!

Then you can find a way to escape!

I said to myself softly.

hours later.

I slowly opened my eyes, it was almost dawn.

It was still gloomy outside the window, with heavy rain pouring down.

The TV is a blank snowflake.

The Jackdaw hugged me completely naked (hehe), closed his eyes tightly, and had a soft face, which was very different from the cold and sharp face when he was awake.

He looked defenseless.

All you need is defenselessness!

What a great irony.

This person, knowing my hostility towards him, can still sleep peacefully.

Is he too confident in his own strength, or is he convinced that I won't wake up at all?

Underestimating the enemy will be the thing he regrets most in his life.

I promise.

I turned over suddenly, pinned him down, drew the knife, stabbed him in the abdomen, and then reached his neck.

Strangely, no blood was spattered.

Only a small amount of blood gushes out, staining the sheets red.

The exquisite eyebrows frowned slightly, and the eyes were not opened, but the hand precisely grasped my wrist holding the knife.

"Kacha——" Then I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.

The man crushed my wrist effortlessly with his eyes closed.

Then slowly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes, like ice, "You want to kill me?"

he asked.

"Impossible..." I widened my eyes, cold sweat dripped from my forehead.

The abdominal injury was serious, and it didn't affect him at all...

Is he like me?Are they all monsters?

I panicked for a moment, and my reaction became slow for a beat.

"Shen Mo... Should I tie you up?" He easily pulled me closer, hugged me, and pressed me under him.

I opened the bedside table, took out several handcuffs, and handcuffed my hands and feet to a special steel bed.

Then he looked down at me, "Han Xian prepared it for you. I didn't want to use it at first, but you are too strong, strong and stupid, so stupid."

I glared.

"Not convinced? Shen Mo, this is a world where the weak prey on the strong, you are too weak." He laughed angrily.

He said, "What capital do you have against me?"

He lowered his head, cold light flickered in his pupils, "Strength? Or wisdom?"

He kicked the knife that fell on the floor into the bottom of the bed, tore off a piece of metal from the steel bedside rack with his bare hands, let go, and the metal hit my chest, leaving a large gash, blood criss-crossing, I frowned and looked pale.

This is simply not something humans can do!

"Who are you?" I asked hoarsely.

It is absolutely impossible to be just an ordinary person with pica.

His eyes clearly reflected my face, leaned over through the clothes, kissed my chest, slid one hand to my lower (killing) body, wrapped my fragility coldly, and then moved to the back.

The cold voice was full of magic, "Shen Mo, you have never been fucked by (Sha Mo) before."

There was a bang in my head.

What does he want to do?

"Fuck me (Killer)! If you don't want to die, let go!" A vein popped up on my forehead.

She raised her hand vigorously to grab him away, but she couldn't move, and raised her foot to kick him away, but she couldn't move either.

Only the sound of messy metal collisions stimulated the eardrums.

There was contempt in his eyes, he left me and stood up, and said indifferently, "It's just that, it can make you fly into a rage."

He is deliberately provoking me!

It's like a bucket of cold water pouring down your head.

It made me cold all over, and I was speechless.

I could only stare at him fiercely, wishing I could burn a hole in him.

"What a beautiful eye." He admired.

I can't be sure if he is sincere.

Look away, don't want to take another look.

As a result of the fierce struggle just now, the wrists and ankles were scratched by the metal handcuffs, and they were in burning pain at the moment.

When I touched my injured wrist, I gritted my teeth in pain.

"Blood is beautiful too."

He dipped his hands in the blood on my chest and stirred it in the glass of water. Soon the glass of water turned light red. He glanced at me with a smile and looked down at the abdomen that was stabbed by me.

Where there is a piece of blood, it can be seen that the wound is not shallow.

He carefully put the cup on the wound and squeezed.

Soon a little blood gushed out and flowed into the cup, completely dyeing the water blood red.

I can't understand the behavior of this madman at all.

Frowning, secretly cursing the pervert.

The bloody cup was handed to my mouth, "Drink."

Neuropathy!

I turned my head in disbelief.

He really thinks everyone is a pica.

What a lunatic!

He was not angry, just smiled lightly, and said coldly: "Do you want me to force you to drink?"

He squeezed my mandible hard, so cleverly that his mouth couldn't be closed at all.

The foul-smelling liquid was forcibly poured in.

Choked so hard I couldn't breathe.

Soon the cup was filled.He let go.

I started coughing violently.Mouth filled with fishy smell.

This feeling makes me sick.

He spat out three mouthfuls of blood, making the white sheets dirty.

I gasped and paused, staring at him with hatred: "You will regret it!"

He stared at me for three seconds and said with a smile, "I look forward to that day."

"Wait until the day you are stronger than me." He smoothed the hair around my neck, leaving a blank space.

Leaned over and licked it.

Then there's the familiar tangent.

This thing bit me again.

After a few sucks, he seemed content and stopped.

After making a phone call, "Send someone up to clean up, and the items on site will be handed over to Zhou Huai."

After finishing the call, he went into the bathroom.

Soon the door was pushed open, and several white-clothed doctors, men, and assistants pushed carts with drug syringes in.

I was amazed.

Who is this sick and needs a doctor?

Could it be to bandage the wound of the lunatic?

The face is really big, it makes people happy, and the lineup is strong.

I laughed.

So I can point out with a leisurely opening, "The other person is in the bathroom."

None of the white clothes responded to me. They each lowered their heads to deal with their own affairs, and the training was very professional.

After injecting a clear liquid into a syringe, they walked towards me at the same time.

My heart skipped a beat.

This fucking is not coming for me!

Apparently I guessed right.

My hands and feet were tightly controlled, and I could only watch helplessly as the medicine was pushed into my blood vessels.

After a while, the vision became blurred.

I was furious, "You son of a bitch, what did you beat me for?"

"Tranquilizer." Someone replied.

Fuck it!

I forced my eyes open and stared at each of them.

"Mr. Shen is too dangerous, we need to clean it for you."

"Sedatives are needed for cleaning?" I retorted.

The face of the middle-aged man who answered remained unchanged, with a dark face, "You can kill more than 20 of us with your bare hands. For safety, that's the only way."

"Excuse me sir."

Forgive your uncle!I cursed angrily and restrained my limbs helplessly.

Then the effect of the medicine took full effect, and the things in front of me gradually blurred, and finally fell into darkness.