Bandit Shi Xianyu

Shiraishi was staring at the boy, the boy with fierce eyes.

He looked about the same age as Shiraishi, tall, with long legs and broad shoulders, with a flattened head and a green layer on his scalp.Although this person looks tall and powerful, his movements are very delicate, his walking steps are not large, and he has a temperament of picking and picking. He doesn't look at people very much, and he doesn't talk to anyone here. As thin as a mosquito, almost breathless, although the overall appearance is cautious, but the temper is unexpectedly bad.Someone accidentally bumped into him one time, as if he was a different person, he shed his obedience in an instant, the veins in his arms bulged, he lifted the person who hit him from the ground, and punched him, the person's mouth was wet Bloody and bloody, mouth drooling, spit out a few teeth.Naturally, the beating boy was severely reprimanded by the nurse, and he hadn't seen him for two consecutive days, and when he came out again, he even avoided the sunlight.

He offended many people.

Shiraishi looked at him, and a bald man with missing teeth looked around to confirm that the nurse was not there, walked to his side, and spat on his potato rice.

The boy jerked his head up, backed away with his bald head, screamed, and one of the guards blew his whistle.The boy seemed to be very afraid of the whistle. He trembled when he heard the whistle, and then quickly lowered his head.

The nurse came over, and the bald head followed. They looked at the boy, and the nurse asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The boy shook his head, and the nurse turned and walked away, standing aside, looking around the hall.

The bald head laughed twice, and spat into the rice again. His saliva fell in long lines and landed on a piece of burnt potato. Then the bald head wiped his mouth and straightened up.

Both the boy and the bald head looked at the nurse. The nurse split his eyes and saw what happened just now, but said nothing. He walked around at a normal speed and walked to the next place.

The boy lowered his head again, touched his own head with a bald smile, and dragged away.

The expression on the lowered face was hard to see. The boy's hands trembled a little. He grabbed the spoon fiercely and swiped on the plate. The rice grains were drawn out by him and scattered outside. To get out of control.

Suddenly someone sat next to him.

The boy's hand paused.

"What's your name?" Baishi looked up at him while eating his own food.

The boy didn't speak, he picked up the plate and wanted to stand up.

Bai Shi reached out and grabbed his wrist: "Sit down."

The nurse noticed this, let go of the hand behind his back and walked towards this side, the boy sat down, let go of the hand holding the plate, Shiraishi made a red mark on his wrist.

Both of them lowered their heads to eat, the boy picked the place where he was not spat on, the two of them didn't speak, the nurse walked a few steps towards this side and turned away.

Baishi served the food on his plate to the boy opposite: "My name is Baishi."

The boy didn't speak, looked at the extra food, hesitated for a moment, and didn't touch it.

"what's your name?"

no respond.

When Baishi wanted to say something again, the boy stood up and left with the tray, but this time Baishi didn't pull him.

Lying on that hard board at night, Shiraishi opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, trying to think of a way.

The red dots of the monitor were shaking, from one side to the other. From the other end of the monitor, the boy lying straight on the bed could be seen on the screen, with his eyes open, motionless, as if dead.

The man watching the monitor stared at the screen, clipping his fingernails.

Baishi on the screen sat up and walked around the room. He squatted on the ground to tune the old radio, turned him away, and tried to find something.

The man watching the surveillance sneered: "It's useless, beauty."

Sure enough, it didn't work. After Baishi turned around for a long time, all he could hear was the noisy sound of radio waves. It wasn't a radio at all, and there was a tape stuck in it, so the music couldn't be played.

The Baishi on the screen gave up the radio, turned around the room, stared at the wall, walked from one side to the other, carefully reading the words on the wall, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the surveillance.

The man put down the nail clippers, leaned against the screen, stared at Shiraishi's movements, and his throat moved twice.

He watched Baishi approaching the monitor, and suddenly looked up, which made the man tremble and licked his lower lip.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that the radio on the ground was gone.

In the next instant, the screen turned into a blurred screen.

The man stood up quickly, took the baton and key, and walked towards Baishi's room with big strides.

He opened the door, Shiraishi was sitting on the bed, looked at him and sneered.

The man closes the door.

The white stone is like a willow tree, revealing its early vigor everywhere. It sits obliquely on the bed, standing with one leg curled up, and the other bare foot stepping on the ground. The loose trouser legs are rolled up, revealing pale ankles. One arm was resting on the standing leg, the other was supporting the bed, and she looked over with her head tilted, with a calm expression on her face.His growing black hair was somewhat curled, hanging down fluffy, covering part of his face, revealing an astonishingly white face. His bright black pupils were like dark water, and his blood-red lips had arcs that seemed to be there. There is no expression on his beautiful face, which makes him look extraordinarily proud.

The man came over and looked up at the camera. There was nothing there except a few broken wires dangling.

"Where's the camera?" He asked Baishi under his breath, symbolically moving the baton in his hand.

Baishi suddenly remembered that this man always looked over when he was observing the mental illness in the hall.

Baishi didn't move, looked at him calmly, pointed to the back: "Stand back, stand there and talk."

The man reached out and squeezed Baishi's chin, making him look up: "Who do you think you are?"

Baishi laughed: "Who do you think I am, pervert."

He looked at the man's lower body, there was a bulge there, the man lowered his eyes, and slowly let go of the hand holding Baishi.He stepped back slightly.

He looked at Baishi, and felt that Baishi was like a bamboo shoot that had broken through the ground. It was at a certain junction. Sensation finally found a body that suits her. The white stone is like the god of war in ancient Greek mythology, arrogant and naive and terrifying.

There was a window in Baishi's room, and the man was standing in the light of the moon in the window, so he stood forward again, avoiding the light, and looked at Baishi, who looked back at him without avoiding it.

He stood there for a long time, Baishi also looked at him, neither of them spoke, the time was too long, it didn't seem like they were looking at each other, but like a contest.One was sitting calmly, expressionless, with bottomless black pupils, slowly developing a sense of awe-inspiring oppression, the other was standing, holding a baton, and his knees were a little weak during the long stare at each other. This kind of cold look made his lower abdomen burst into waves of heat, and the place where he was holding the handle was densely covered with sweat, and he could hardly hold it.

"As soon as you came, I knew you were different." The man started his statement on his own.Shiraishi was still sitting on the bed, looking at him calmly.

"You're not afraid at all." The man's voice was low, he clenched his baton tightly and then let go, staring into Baishi's eyes, "I didn't resist either, the people and things here are not important to you, your eyes It's too dark, you're too indifferent." The man stretched out his hand, trying to touch Baishi's face, but when he got nearby, he retracted it.

"Looking at you, I know it's you. No one is more suitable than you. You are talented. You are a pool of dark water." The man walked forward and almost touched Baishi, "If you disappear here, no one will found, you should be afraid."

Baishi clicked his tongue: "In other words, if someone else disappears here, the person who did it will not be found."

Just because of the contemptuous tone of this sentence, the man's face quickly turned red, his legs gave way, and he swayed. He looked at Baishi with moist eyes: "I should take you to a closed room for a week."

Shiroishi sneered.

The man bit his lip, he swayed again, tried to stand upright, he touched his arm, but couldn't hold the baton, the baton fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled a few times, especially in the quiet night.

"You should feel scared." The man tightened his legs, took a breath, his bulge became more obvious, and the front end was a little wet, he stared at Shiraishi's lips, "You ruined the camera, if someone knows , you will be miserable."

His face was flushed, but his lips were white.

Baishi finally understood that this man was sick.But why him.

Bai Shi touched his face: "Is it because of the face?"

The man is honest: "Because of the face."

Bai Shi sneered, watching the man shake because of his laugh.

"Don't force yourself, just kneel down if you can't stand."

The man knelt down as if he was saved, and he tried to reach out to touch Baishi: "I knew you were talented..."

Bai Shi didn't let his hand touch him: "Put your face on the ground."

The man who was ordered stepped back happily, raised his buttocks, and put his face on the ground at Baishi's feet.

Baishi stepped on his face, the man closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of satisfaction, Baishi rubbed his feet: "There is really everything..."

The man nodded closely, and Baishi stepped on it harder: "Don't move."

The man stopped moving.

Bai Shi asked him again: "The boy who talked to me today, what's his name?"

"Zhou Linyuan."

"How long has he been here?"

The man didn't answer, he slowly reached out and touched Baishi's shoe: "I answered your question, give me some reward..."

Baishi kicked his hand away: "You deserve it too?"

The man retracted his hand: "Three years."

Baishi smiled, stood up, walked around the man bent in a strange posture on the ground, and squatted in front of him: "You should be locked up here."

The man stared at Baishi's swollen ball because of squatting, his throat rolled up and down: "Here, they are all prisoners." He couldn't help reaching out to touch Baishi, "And I can't pay the money here."

Bai Shi suddenly stroked his hair, and said softly in a gentle tone: "My good boy, you should have some self-control, I told you not to move, why are you still reaching out?"

The man suddenly raised his head, looked at Baishi with glowing eyes, he almost cried, leaned up and wanted to kiss Baishi's mouth, when he got closer, Baishi smiled, and returned his cold and contemptuous tone: " It's really cheap..."

The man paused, slowly retracted, and fell on the ground again.

Baishi sat on the window sill, the moonlight couldn't reflect his face in the shadow: "Now, let's go."

The man stood up obediently, picked up his baton, straightened his clothes, wiped the ashes, wiped off the tears on his face, and asked Baishi, "Then I'm leaving."

Baishi nodded, and when he opened the door, he looked at his back: "Give me your mobile phone next time."

The man froze for a moment, closed the door and turned back: "You want to run?"

"Of course." Baishi sat on the window sill, with his feet on the bed, "Do you think I will stay in this cesspit?"

The man looked at Baishi's young and arrogant face, with his back to the light source, with the vitality of a vine stretching, no matter it was good or bad, nothing could stop his growth.Men almost bow down before this oppressive sense of the future.

"Understood……"

Baishi held his chin: "I'm not the first one you set your sights on, am I? What about the previous ones?"

The man opened the door obediently, bid farewell to Baishi, paused for a while before closing the door, and answered the question: "I'm just taking a gamble, if you're not, it must be very miserable now."

He said and closed the door gently.

Shiraishi smiled.

The next day, Baishi sat at Zhou Linyuan's table again.

As soon as Baishi sat down, Zhou Linyuan wanted to stand up and leave, but Baishi called his name.

"Zhou Linyuan."

His movements stopped, and he sat back suspiciously.

Shiraishi grabbed a handful of something from his pocket, which was in pieces, and sprinkled it on the rice in front of him, stirred it a few more times, then picked up the plate, and put it on the table next door.

Zhou Linyuan looked at him, but Baishi didn't explain.

After a while, the bald head came, and he came to Zhou Linyuan's place to make trouble as usual, this time he poured milk into Zhou Linyuan's neckline, and sat down at the next table happily.

Zhou Linyuan watched him eat the plate of rice that Baishi sprinkled just now.

"What is it?" Zhou Linyuan finally spoke to Baishi.

Baishi shook his head: "Wait."

So four days.

Baishi can always find an opportunity to sprinkle something into the bald-headed meal, and when he does it, he must be in front of Zhou Linyuan, and he almost tells Zhou Linyuan bluntly, "I do this for you".

On the fourth day, the bald head suddenly froze while eating and eating. He felt his throat was dry for a while, so he drank water desperately, drank from one table to another, frantically looking for water in the hall, and kept grabbing My own stomach retched and vomited blood.

The nurse finally came and dragged away the bald man who was mad in the hall. Everyone looked over strangely, only Zhou Linyuan stared at Baishi.

Bald is dead.

The next day, Baishi and Zhou Linyuan still ate at the same table, and they hadn't spoken for a few days.The silence was broken by Zhou Linyuan, who asked the question he wanted to know the most.

Zhou Linyuan suppressed his voice: "What is it?"

Shiraishi kept his hands on, squeezed salad dressing into the pasta, picked out the tomato, and replied plainly: "Glass."

The bald head suffered internal bleeding for three days and died of intestinal rupture.