black offering

7.

After the Jackdaw settled on his position, he continued to read.

The weird man took out a utensil, pointed.

It looks a bit like an electric drill.

I recognized it as a tattoo machine.

Then there are all kinds of small things, paint bottles, small soaps and so on.

There is a piece of paper next to it, on which is a pattern of bat wings that looks like a silhouette of a flower, and is marked with numbers: 13

Isn't it just a tattoo? As for making such a fuss?

The anesthesia was not dosed so much that I didn't slip into a coma.

I moved my eyes with great effort, and looked at Jackdaw, my vision was blurred and I couldn't focus.

I'm not quite sure what he meant by tattooing me, but this kind of thing means nothing to me.

I was completely numb and I couldn't figure out where he had tattooed me.

About two hours later, the tattooist stopped and said, "OK, it's done. Remember not to use too much force when taking a shower."

"Thank you." Jackdaw closed the book again, and handed the book to the waiter standing behind him.

He changed me into a red suit by himself.

At this time, the effect of the medicine faded a little, and I could see things clearly, but unfortunately, I still couldn't completely control my body.

After getting dressed, he picked me up and said, "Let's go home."

"You remember it for me!" I gritted my teeth, because of numbness, I couldn't even say this sentence clearly.

Jackdaw frowned, and replied: "I will always remember."

When Jackdaw walked out of the door, five people followed behind him, with Zhou Huai as the main one, surrounding Jackdaw in the center.

The attitude of the rich.

I sneered.

Even the car door was opened respectfully, Jackdaw just hugged me and sat in.

He looked at me with dark eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually laughed, "Shen Mo, you can continue to surprise me."

What does this mean?

I don't understand.

The car started silently, and the surrounding scenery also began to move.

The Jackdaw stopped talking, but took out a book and began to read it carefully.

I was placed on the seat by him, leaning against his shoulder unnaturally, so I could clearly see what he was looking at.

It is a book of common sense of law.

It says:

Consanguinity is an interpersonal relationship arising from marriage or childbirth.Such as the relationship between parents and children, the relationship between brothers and sisters, and other kinship relationships derived from it.It is an innate and innate relationship of human beings. It has existed since the beginning of human society, and it is the earliest social relationship formed.

I had a headache, turned my eyes, looked out the window, and waited quietly for the anesthesia to disappear completely.

Speechless all the way.

By the time we got back to the villa, it was already late at night.

Lawns, rooms have been re-groomed and very clean.

Not even a trace of blood smelled in the air.

The jackdaw carried me all the way to the room where I woke up, and now the room has been restored to its original state.

He put me on the bed and said, "You can go to bed first, but don't try to escape. I installed a power grid here. Without my permission, you can't escape. Don't ask for trouble."

I struggled to sit up on the bed frame and said, "Why?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"What on earth is your relationship with me?" I frowned, speaking in a clear but weak tone.

Along the way, Jackdaw did not do anything extreme to me.

He clearly said before that if I disobey him again, he will...

But now, apart from tattooing me without pain, nothing else has been done.

Thinking about it this way, we must not be in a hostile relationship.

What you do is more like house arrest.

Although he is stronger than me, what he does is not pleasant at all.

"... lover," he replied.

This is obviously not the correct answer.

"You think I'll believe it?"

"No." He wanted to touch me.

I squeezed my wrist and said emphatically, "Tell me why!"

"Very important?" He remained motionless, and said coldly, "No matter what the reason is, you can only be by my side. This is your fate."

"From now on, until you die, you can only stay by my side." He moved his hands, wanting to pull them back.

My eyes were red, but I refused to let it go:

"Fart! Where did the theory of fate come from! If you don't let it go, you have to let it go, let it go, it's better!"

The jackdaw looked at me with cold eyes and roared, without saying a word, as if looking at a pet that had been angry all the time, and did not intend to appease.

I was out of breath, and said, "It's just been a few days, I think you must be able to see that I'm not suitable to be kept in a cage at all."

He used all his strength to pull his hand back. There was a circle of bruises on his wrist, but he didn't care, his eyes were cold, "You are not a canary, and I can't find a suitable cage for you."

"But do you know how valuable your life is? If I throw you outside, you will be eaten without a single hair left."

"What do you mean?" I asked halfway, stunned.

Because, I saw that during the day, after being killed by me, the bodyguard who took off his sunglasses stood in front of me again.

This...represents...

I was pale.

Either I didn't kill them in the morning, or they just suspended animation.

I obviously shot my head off...

And at this moment, the opponent is intact.

The bodyguard put on his sunglasses again, and handed a gun to Jackdaw. This is the gun I've been holding all day, the P85.

The Jackdaw fired three shots at the floor in a row, and each shot made the floor red with blood, and there was a clear smell of blood in the air.

I opened my mouth, but was speechless.

It was obvious that everything was fake.

Jackdaw, out of some perverted mentality, actually accompanied me in acting the whole time.

It's like playing house.

And I acted like an idiot without noticing it.

Also complacent.

"This is a dye bomb with an anesthetic inside." Jackdaw threw the gun and continued to look at me, "I just wanted to see your strength, but it really surprised me."

"Everyone here is a one-in-a-thousand player. You are one against ten, which is very good." He said coldly.

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, let alone I am not a gentleman." I gritted my teeth.

"I'm not afraid of raising tigers." He smiled, as if I wasn't afraid.

It's really not enough to be afraid of.

That smile pierced my heart, and the nameless fire burned even more vigorously.

I spit at him, rolled over to Jackdaw's feet, picked up the gun on the ground, and pulled the trigger at him.

The effect of the medicine on my body has not been completely removed, and my movements are sluggish.

I squinted my eyes, stabilized the butt of the gun, and fired decisively. The gunshots roared.

Hearty.

I looked at the wet marks on his black clothes and felt refreshed as well.

His hand was suddenly pinched, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be angry, "Have you played enough?"

I looked at him and smiled, nodded, "Enough is enough."

Throwing the gun openly, holding his hand to stand up openly, said: "I will kill you like this one day."

He held me up, kissed my neck, licked my neck, and then bit into it hard.

The feeling of blood loss.

I was pale and in a daze.

It's all horrific, totally inconsistent with memory, preternatural resilience, inexplicable lover.

I leaned my neck back, feeling uncomfortable.

After finishing all this, he threw me on the bed with an expression on his face, and said: "Ask Zhou Huai to take him to take a bath."

"Who am I? What's wrong with me...why does the wound heal so quickly?" I asked.

He didn't even look at me, and said coldly: "You are Shen Mo, my lover, you forgot everything but I haven't, try to trust me. You don't need to know anything else."

Come on, it's exactly like no answer.

In short, he didn't want to tell me who I was at all.

What is hidden in this?

Why would this person usually use illusory reasons to prevaricate as long as the topic of leaving or identity was involved.

Grinding my teeth secretly, I watched him enter the study.

I glanced at the man in black who was standing beside the bed like a log, and the lingering fire in my heart could not be dispelled, and I cursed: "What are you looking at! I've ruined you!"

Of course, I just vented my anger verbally and didn't move.

The man in black was also motionless, as unresponsive as a stone.

I frowned, feeling hopeless.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of sadness of being bullied by dogs.

Rolling eyes around the room, he said high voltage was installed, but I didn't see a change at all.

There are two possibilities, one, he lied to me.Second, the high-voltage electrical installations are fully installed in the walls.

But as far as I know the electric wall, to reach the point where it can stop me, the required device is relatively large, and it is really difficult to install in a wall with a thickness of up to 50 centimeters.

Then, it is more likely that he lied to me.

However, judging from the two times he lied to me, it is impossible to tell such a lie that can be easily broken.

I stared at the balcony exit, fascinated.

The plants on the balcony have been replaced with several pots, but they are still lush and lush. Under the soft and dim light, they are very gratifying.

After about three minutes, Zhou Huai pushed open the door and stood in front of me. I couldn't see anything on his expression, but I could feel a bloody smell.

I glanced sideways at him.

He also looked at me, and after three seconds, he lowered his head and said, "Please follow me."

"Have you killed someone before?" I smiled at him with interest, "Just now."

"Please follow me." He continued with a cold face.

The look of refusing to answer.

I shrugged and said to him: "Brother, come and help me, I still have a little difficulty walking alone."

He came over and helped me up.

The closer the two got closer, the stronger the smell of blood on his body became.

They have killed people.

So can I guess that they are doing murder and robbery?

Maybe not.

I think of that perverted lunatic, he is a pica, and his hobby is blood sucking.

So is it possible that what they did has something to do with blood.

This time the bathroom was much closer.

According to the layout, this bathroom is next to the master bedroom on the first floor, with an area of ​​about 70 square meters. There is a corridor on the side of the door, and the window is directly facing the outside, only one meter from the ground.

"Do you need help?" Zhou Huai asked as he helped me into the water tank.

"Ah, no need."

This structure is completely a silent temptation.

I put my body close to the warm water and sighed comfortably.

The big bath is really refreshing.

This Nima is the real enjoyment of life.

Zhou Huai backed out and sent someone in with a set of red clothes.

I looked at the red that hadn't been taken off, and the red that came in later, and I didn't feel angry anymore.

I worked hard to move my muscles, and every time the stiffness softened, I laughed more happily.

I was in the master bedroom on the first floor just now, and I saw Ren Feifei. The little girl had a pale face, as if she had lost too much blood. When she saw me, she only gave me a very pale expression.

The thought of losing too much blood makes me uncomfortable.

I always feel that one day, I will also be sucked into a mummy by that lunatic with pica.

Why is he drinking blood?

Is it a mental illness or...an eating addiction?

The most inconvenient place in the bathroom is that there are no weapons.There are only a few clean white bath towels and various toiletries next to it.

There are more than a dozen types of bottles and cans.

I even discovered KY...bathroom play...

This person...

Looks pretty cool too....

Half an hour later, I got up and turned on the dryer, which was quiet but intrusive enough.

I was too lazy to look at the pile of red, so I wrapped myself in a bath towel.

Gently push the window open.

The night scene outside came into my eyelids.

The lights are sparsely scattered on the lawns near and far, much like sacred guiding lights.

I scooped up drops of water with my hands and sprinkled them on the window.

Almost instantly, the water droplets were vaporized instantly, and I saw countless sparks and electric lights.

I squinted my eyes and watched these reactions coldly.

I would be wrong...

The grid is not at the various outlets ...

Instead, the entire villa is shrouded in the grid...

palm monkey.

I remember this word.

Jackdaw and I are like Monkey King and Tathagata Buddha.

Toss and turn, always, in the palm of others.

I frowned.

He glanced at the bathroom door.

Jackdaw, you are ruthless!

Since I can't go, I'll enjoy life to the fullest.

I lazily opened the door and said to the people outside: "I'm hungry."

Standing outside the door was Zhou Huai. He lowered his head and said, "Okay, I'll prepare it for you right away."

I couldn't help but look at him more, because the smell of blood on his body disappeared.