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Lin Shuchen inserted the key into the lock, turned it to the right twice, and when he pushed the door open, the air pricked his nostrils.

The first reaction was natural gas, so he looked at the pots and stoves in the open kitchen. It was deserted, just like when he went out.

Before his intuition went to the next step, the remnants on the carpet presented the truth before his eyes.

Lin Shuchen stood in the door frame, hung his coat on the branch-shaped coat rack, changed his shoes, and after completing this series of actions, he began to move closer to the pile of things.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the bulging curvature of his chest, until he picked up a few scattered film residues, and a sharp right angle was gone, like a flower with its petals rolled inward.

There was also an unclosed metal lighter thrown beside it, the side with the engraved name facing him.

Lin Shuchen silently spit out this string of English, and the phrase LostFeasts on the back of it, like a string of spells, accompanying him to the dark room at the end of the corridor.

The darkroom is neat and tidy, although it looks messy, but in the mind of the owner, it is in order. He walked straight past the two long tables, squatted down, and opened the drying box.

All lenses and cameras are there, neatly arranged, except for a few columns of film in the right corner of the top layer.

This is very important. Lin Shuchen knows that he has been busy all winter, not only about the website, the next exhibition, manpower, money, but also his photography status, which are all one-time.

He tried to grope further inside, but in vain, the other untouched items sincerely revealed this terrible reality to him, as if they were placed so neatly just to make him understand at a glance.

Those cameras stared at him, facing so many eyes, he thought, it should be difficult to lose control.

Jian Chi was buried in the pillow core to sleep, breathing evenly, he was really in a deep sleep, so even when he was picked up and thrown to the ground, he was half asleep and half awake.

His whole body's bones touched the marble floor, and he felt pain in multiple footholds, but his sense of touch was still dull, so it didn't hurt very much.

Then there was a buzzing slap on Jian Hao's ear, and he fell down, his neck was pinched, and he faced Lin Shuchen's face.

"Why are you making Dad angry?"

Through the lens, those eyes were about to pierce Jian Qi, they were stark, but he didn't feel strange.

"Baby, you are too disobedient."

He was pinched by Lin Shuchen like a glass bottle, feeling the strength in his neck gradually deepening, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Jian Qi couldn't help breaking the iron clamp on his neck, a state of being on the verge of hypoxia caused fear in his body.

Lin Shuchen decisively let go of the restraints, and watched as Jian Qi leaned on the ground and inhaled heavily, making a sound like a bellows.

"How did this happen?" Lin Shuchen seemed very puzzled, "We had a tacit understanding from the beginning, how good it is."

"That's..." Jian Qi choked hard a few times before continuing, "You think so alone."

"I thought I didn't force you." After Lin Shuchen finished speaking, he stroked his arched back.

Jian Qi flinched under his palm for a moment, staring at the lines on the ground: "I want to go back."

"Baby, you have nowhere to go now." Lin Shuchen lowered his head tenderly and sympathetically, "Your mother isn't here at all."

Jian Qi closed his eyes and put his fingertips on the ground.

"Besides," Lin Shuchen whispered in his ear, "There is no reason to give up halfway."

I don't know if it was left over from the heavy blow just now or regenerated now, in short, his ears were full of wailing neighing, he really had enough.

Before he could think about it, he had already bit Lin Shuchen's jaw. Lin Shuchen let out a cry of pain, pushed Jian Qi to the ground, touched his face, and saw two rows of deep red teeth marks.

Lin Shuchen pulled up his collar to wipe away the drool on his cheeks, then grabbed Jian Qi's ankle and dragged him outside the door.

The corners of Jian Qi's eyes bumped against the cabinet in the living room, scratching uncontrollably, the hem of his clothes was rubbed up during the dragging, the skin on his back stuck to the cold floor tiles, he made a little struggling sound, and passed through a corridor, Lin Shuchen threw the person in without any difficulty, and took out the key. He took it before entering the bedroom, and thought it would not be used, so he locked the door from the outside.

"You need to reflect."

Then there was the sound of walking away.

Jian Qi lay on his back on the ground, there was no light in the room, and it was pitch black, but the darkness seemed to have layers and textures. He knew that this was the visual effect caused by the sudden deprivation of the light source, but he couldn't resist seeing those elements turn into distorted sheets of paper. grimace.

He went to turn on the light on his knees, he remembered the position of the light, the red light was like some kind of liquid medicine, which only made the whole room darker and thicker, he quickly turned off the light, and he could still see the flickering light spots on his eyelids when he closed his eyes , and soon, they will turn into nightmare shapes again.

Jian Chi finally slumped down and leaned against the back of the door. Someone outside was waiting for his confession and begging, which might be effective, or he could vent as much as he wanted, smashing everything, in line with his desire to destroy when he burned the film.

But so what, he thought, he couldn't destroy the past and future films, he couldn't destroy Lin Shuchen and his audience... In such a density, he can only destroy himself.

Knees, neck, cheeks, those places felt pain after a while, how to soothe this body, Jian Chi squeezed his body mischievously, trembling with pain, but this is also good, better than feeling nothing good.

He wanted to fall asleep, and he was extremely lethargic today, but the thermostat seemed to be malfunctioning, and it was especially cold. Just between being awake and tired, the neighbor's Schubert ditty floated through the window.

By the way, window.

He almost forgot it existed.

Jian Qi got up, stepped on the melody of the duet, groped forward, and grabbed the curtain by the wall.

He pulled it vigorously, and the light of Xuejian instantly spread on his face, causing a scorching white blindness.

He wiped away the mist on the window with both hands, and looked down. In his white vision, the street was straight and narrow, with passing traffic at the end.

This is the third floor, and there is a fire escape staircase on the second floor. He can jump down, and then jump to the first floor, so he only has to fall twice.

Yao Jianqi did not hesitate.

When the window was pushed open, the wind whistled and hugged him violently.