Pay Attention to Me

In the empty and messy factory, the glass windows were broken all over the place, unable to keep out the strong wind and rain, it was as cold and damp as outside, or even worse.

Yin Che closed his eyes and said nothing, while the rest of the people were bored playing with their phones.The time passed by one minute and one second, until 06:30, the evening self-study in No. [-] Middle School should have started, and Jiang Yao hadn't come back yet.

"Brother Zhao, why did Jiang go so long?" Pan Hui asked.

"It's probably cowardly." Zhao Zhengsheng waited for a while, got impatient, walked up to the man tied on the ground, squatted down, "cute, your boyfriend doesn't want you anymore, what should you do? Call him Can you call him back, or I will make you suffer."

Yin Che closed his eyes: "Get lost."

"Hey, you are still so crazy after you look like this." Zhao Zhengsheng stood up, "Don't be arrogant, I will tell you, I remember what you are afraid of."

He rummaged through the pile of sticks he brought next to him, and found the electric shock baton: "I'll ask you again, do you want to call?"

Yin Che opened his eyes, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "Answer you again, get out."

Zhao Zhengsheng raised his hand and slammed down with a stick: "I don't know what's good!"

Yin Che groaned, fell to the ground and rolled half a circle, like a fish thrown ashore, flopped twice, then stopped moving.

No energy to move, eyes dizzy.

"Playing dead again? Do you think I will be fooled again?" Zhao Zhengsheng took a pack of cigarettes, lit one, bit it in his mouth, and dialed the phone by himself.

"Fuck, he actually hung up."

Yin Che laughed: "Your plan failed?"

These words completely angered Zhao Zhengsheng: "Damn it, Jiang doesn't even want a partner. Why are we being polite? Hold him down."

The rest of the people came over immediately, let go of the rope, and held down his hands and feet.Zhao Zhengsheng kicked him in the stomach, then turned on the switch of the electric shock baton, and beat him repeatedly: "Anyway, this thing can't kill people with electricity, so let's use it up and see who can't stand it first."

The stick itself didn't hurt too much, Zhao Zhengsheng didn't dare to be cruel.

Just a throbbing pain in the heart.

Yin Che curled up, trying to avoid important parts, but the electric current still flowed to every corner of his body.

Shock treatment at the hospital kept him going for a few minutes before the defenses began to crumble.

He trembled and twitched uncontrollably, his stomach rolled violently, and he retched uncontrollably.

The stick still kept falling.

Zhao Zhengsheng scolded and smoked him, the cigarette butt in his mouth turned on and off.

Yin Che dodged among the sticks, raised his eyes inadvertently, caught a glimpse of the orange-red flame, was stunned, and forgot to look away.

He stared at it for a long time until his pupils gradually narrowed and the foreground became blurred. In a trance, he seemed to see Zhao Zhengsheng's face distorted and deformed in the firelight. The faces overlapped.

So familiar... everything is so familiar.

He looked around blankly.

The dimly lit abandoned factory, the burning cigarette butts, the continuous electric shocks, the alpha holding his hands and feet, the steel bars scattered beside him...

Dying pain and despair.

Bursts of electric current whipped the nerves, causing sparks to fly, and the sparks fell down densely wrapped in pain, as if they had ignited something in the body.A thought suddenly popped up in Chaos' mind, a thought he had thought about countless times:

Why didn't he die then?

If he had died at that time, he would not have lived in a daze for ten years, he would not have met Jiang Yao, he would not have hoped to heal his illness, and he would not have experienced all this again...

The desire to survive was exhausted that night, and Jiang Yao finally stimulated it a little bit, but it was still not enough to cure the disease.

He also failed to keep Jiang Yao.

Maybe from the very beginning, he was the only one who took it seriously.Maybe Jiang Yao didn't make a mistake on impulse, but just like Yin Ze said, trying to find something new and just playing with him.

It's not that he hasn't guessed this possibility, but he just doesn't want to think about it.

He didn't want to think Jiang Yao so badly.

In fact, he is not that magnanimous, not that detached.He also wanted to have a big fight with Jiang Yao, scold him severely, even fight, and never forgive Jiang Yao again.But I don't think it's necessary.

Probably the person who is about to die has a kind heart.

Jiang Yao said he was ignorant, at least in the end, he wanted to leave a sensible impression on Jiang Yao and leave quietly.Don't mention him to your new love in the future, just remember that he is a "very disappointing beta".

A fishy sweetness faintly rose in his throat, his eyes swelled, and Yin Che gently sucked his nose.

"..." Zhao Zhengsheng stopped, "Crying, crying, you know it hurts?"

The person on the ground didn't answer, and lay stiffly, his pupils slightly dilated.

She didn't cry out for pain or help, and tears flowed from her empty eyes.

It was quiet, as quiet as death.

Zhao Zhengsheng turned off the electric shock baton and threw it aside: "Speak! Do you hear me! Don't pretend to be dead!"

The people on the ground still did not respond.

Zhao Zhengsheng took out his mobile phone to make a call again, almost lost his grip, and immediately shouted: "Jiang's surname! You are talking to him—"

"Bang!", the gate of the factory was kicked open.

The visitor rushed to the front quickly.

"You are finally here." Zhao Zhengsheng pointed to the people on the ground, "Look at how your partner is crying."

Yin Che was jolted back to consciousness by the loud sound of kicking the door, and blinked hard, but still couldn't see clearly. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe off the embarrassment on his face, but his hand was grabbed and he couldn't move.

Someone walked up to him and knelt down, asking him, "Are you okay?

The words seemed to come from far away.

But he heard clearly, it was Jiang Yao's voice.

"Not very good." He tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth at Jiang Yao, and the salty liquid flowed into his mouth. I don't know if it was blood or tears, "Brother, I want to die."

Consciousness began to withdraw again, but the turbulence in the body became more and more intense, and the thing that was ignited just now burned more and more vigorously, as if a dormant volcano would erupt at any time, burning him into ashes.

Jiang Yao clasped his shoulder with great strength, and it hurt him a lot, his voice seemed to be trembling: "I can't..."

Not allowed?Why.

Jiang Yao personally crushed his remaining hope and courage into ashes, and he was not allowed to die.

The person holding him let go of his hands for some reason. Yin Che raised his hand, covered the back of Jiang Yao's hand, and opened his fingers one by one.

"Go back... I will take care of the rest by myself."

"You know what to do!" Jiang Yao suddenly became hysterical, grabbing his shoulders and shaking desperately, "What else would you do besides self-mutilation and suicide! Is this how the disease is cured!"

"Otherwise." Yin Che didn't have the energy to think about how he knew, he just wanted to end this ridiculous and sad thing quickly, "I can't be cured anymore, we broke up too, what do you care about me?"

"I will take care of it! If we don't break up, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me! I won't let you die!"

Jiang Yao roared until his ears almost rang, as if something exploded inside his body, tearing him into thousands of pieces.

The calm mask was completely shattered, and he couldn't put it on anymore.

"Why should I listen to you... What qualifications do you have?" He raised his eyes drowsily, looking at the blurred silhouette in front of him, "Jiang Yao, can I beg you to go away...I don't want to see you at all, I don't want to see you at all. Forgive you, I already hate you to the core... Do you understand? If you understand, get out and let me die cleanly."

Jiang Yao hugged him, his body trembling violently.

It's always like this, obviously he was the one who was abandoned, and he was the one who wanted to die, but Jiang Yao always behaved in more pain than him, and even his voice choked up:

"Don't hate me..."

"I said get out..."

"please……"

"I'll let you go!"

Yin Che stretched out his hand and pushed the person in front of him with the last bit of strength. Suddenly, something hit the back of his hand.

Warm and moist.

He was startled.

"...Hate it, hate it, as long as you can live."

Jiang Yao pulled his hand away and quickly approached his neck——

The sharp teeth shined and pierced through the scar.

Yin Che's pupils shrank suddenly.

The pain was worse than the moment when the cigarette butt burned through the gland, and he couldn't feel anything except the pain.

He reacted, struggled fiercely, and smashed Jiang Yao's back hard with his fists, but Jiang Yao, like a wild beast biting its prey, would not let go, arbitrarily injecting his pheromone into his blood.

The burning things in the body seemed to have found an outlet, and they swarmed upstream. The moment they touched the alpha pheromone, the long-quiet volcano finally erupted.

The attack was ferocious and frightening, occupying all the internal organs of the host in the blink of an eye.

Yin Che wanted to roar, but no sound could come out of his throat. He could only stare wide-eyed, and his gaze fell into the distance without focus.

His strength drained rapidly, and his arms gradually dropped.

Before he passed out, a strange smell mixed into his nostrils, a smell he had never smelled before.

Full-bodied, vigorous.

It seems to contain the vitality that will never decay.

The author says:

The treatment method is very simple, which is what the doctor said in Chapter 56: "In short, to be cured, both mental and physical aspects must experience the reappearance of the scene." At the same time, the doctor also said: "That cured case is cured in this way, the desire to survive Plus the stimulation of bodily functions when dying. But Yun Che’s situation is much more complicated, and through a more in-depth study of his case recently, I feel that my psychotherapy may be in the wrong direction.” Combine Che said after being rescued From the words and this chapter, it should not be difficult to deduce what kind of psychology he needs to reproduce. If you still don’t understand, the doctor will explain in detail later.