soul probation

【24】

All the high-level officials in GW knew that Xi Mian was ordered to clean up the house, and it was said that Li Wei, who had defected, would surely die, but no one saw the body.Most people don't know their surnames, they only know that No.1 and No.2 had a fight, and the battle was brutal.

If a master fights, he will either die or be injured.Li Wei sent Xi Mian to the company's ICU when he was poisoned.

In the huge internal VIP ward, Yanchen wounded his lower abdomen while talking nonsense, "Brother, can I touch your abdominal muscles?"

Xi Mian: "..."

Now his brother can no longer escape, what a golden opportunity.So he really touched it.

But looking at his brother's eyes, he should be beaten badly when he recovers.So he touched it again.

"That's great." Yanchen reluctantly covered Xi Mian's half-naked body with a quilt, and suddenly said with emotion, "You have to live, otherwise when you die, you won't be able to control where I touch you."

Xi Mian: "..."

He just wanted to roll his eyes and ignore him, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that his mouth was unforgiving, but the corners of his eyes were red and tight.He sighed silently in his heart, and said, "I didn't expect him to be so easily poisoned when he came up. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to come back."

"Can I sleep with you tonight, bro." Yan Chen pulled his wrist, brought his face closer to him, and asked anxiously.

"This house is monitored."

"You mean you can sleep together without monitoring?" He smiled flatteringly like a flower.

"……Can't."

"There are still ten seconds." Yanchen raised his wrist and looked at the bracelet, "There will be no surveillance in this room."

With a "pop", the light went out.The red dot on the monitor flickered for a while, and finally disappeared.A pungent burning smell wafted faintly.

It's a spare battery.Xi Mian thought.

He said alertly: "What do you want to do..."

"You always hide from me, for those boring people, boring rules." Yanchen approached his face in the dark.

"You can't escape this time, brother."

Yanchen always thought that Xi Mian picked him up.

It was later discovered that this was not the case.

But everything is too late.

It's funny to say that at that time they slept together in the same bed for three months, but they had never met each other.

-ten years ago-

Perhaps in every city without night, its revelers have a day when they can sleep soundly at will.But for most people, it's simply because work doesn't work day and night.There is no home for them above the horizon. For the unrealistic prosperity on the ground, even if they only stay for a while, only the public area can give them a sense of security.

After get off work, it's time to crawl back to the underground lair.

Such a group of strangers lived in the basement, which was crowded like a beehive.They "float" from a lower place, but in this big city where every inch of land is expensive, even if they stand on tiptoes and hang their little toes, stretch their necks and try to reach them with the tip of their nails, they can barely reach them. under the land.Tenants come and go, and the updates are as fast as the new co-branded T-shirts in the window on Center Street.Some people were overwhelmed by opportunities and left in a hurry; some people couldn't bear the double pressure of economy and psychology, and returned to their hometowns to get married; A round of abyss.Landlords seem to be well aware of this, and it is convenient to pay rent daily.

When Yanchen was still in high school, he used his parents' inheritance to pay the rent for one year here.

The family house was mortgaged, and finally found a nominal relative to escape the orphanage and continue to study in the original high school.

While he was listening to the class, he was thinking about the style of paper figurines for his parents' funeral.Suddenly the word "like mourning and concubine" was mentioned in class, and the Chinese teacher couldn't help but glanced here worriedly.For comfort, he returns with a sunny grin—

As a result, the teacher looked away in horror.

Also, he's never been "normal".The momentary worldly pity, after realizing who he is, will also touch his hand and wake up.

He lowered his head boringly and continued to look at the scientific research materials spread out on the table.

Yanchen is a man of the age, one because of his strength, but because of his legend.

The whole grade knew him, at first it was because he was a child prodigy who had been on variety shows.Later, I found out that he was just like that, with mediocre grades, and he never made it to the top ten.Later, when someone passed by the teacher's office, he happened to overhear him talking to the teacher, and heard the teacher say to him——

"The teacher knows that you are modest, but this mock test is national in nature, and the school's ranking is very important. You should try your best."

At that time, the classmate was still confused about the word "play".

Later, Yanchen only deducted one point for the composition in the next national entrance examination.

Everyone was shocked, it was rumored that he was alive with a hidden strength.But when it came to the final exam, he got that mediocre result again, which seemed to confirm this statement, but at the same time, some good people rumored him to cheat in the exam.So the teacher stood up and explained for him in the class, saying that he usually deliberately lowered the test in order not to occupy the ranking, but it seemed that the effect was not good, which caused a lot of boos.

When he was in a state of desperation, Yanchen did something that would last forever in this school.

He confessed his love to the teacher in public in class.

The students who thought it was a joke at first were stunned when they heard him recount his experience of discussing scientific research with him sincerely.

First of all, he is serious.

Secondly, this is a male teacher.

Geniuses never seem to know how to hide their emotions, and they don't know how to take care of the cleanliness and fragility of the secular public.As a result, the lingering mouths of the public have passed on geniuses as perverts.

That night he returned to his stranger's den, breathing the decaying air of the basement.

After poking the light switch a few times to no avail, the trembling filaments above my head struggled a few times, and finally lost the last bit of brilliance.

He sighed, fell down on the bed, and began to think in the dark, trying to find a decent way to die.

Not long after the grades were sent out, he wanted to call his mother.After thinking about it for a while, when he told his mother his grades calmly, the mother who usually told him not to be too aggressive should also cast a restrained and gratified look.Thinking of this, my mood also became happy.After calling, there was a busy signal, and maybe when I called again at night, it was the death notice of both parents in a car accident.

He often thought that he would rather not play this exam normally, and maybe he would not have so much trouble in his heart.

Why is it so short?

When Wang Jue came to him many years later, he realized that the two were necessarily related.He was too sharp.

But this is all for later.

Maybe the teacher didn’t know the news of the death of his parents, so he showed such disgusting eyes without hesitation; the students probably didn’t know, so they unscrupulously pasted notes on him, poured ink on the chair, and all the time. Whisper behind your back.

He sees it openly.He admits that he was cared by the teacher when he was most vulnerable, which may have an element of empathy, but he does not think that his psychological maturity level is any less than that of the teacher, and his gender is any barrier.A rational analysis of the situation is that the level of social civilization has not yet developed to the extent of accepting sexual freedom, which is a very normal thing-it is actually the same reason as the ancient times that women were not accepted to go to school, but I can't keep up with that era.It is also normal for teenagers to have low cognitive levels, and they tend to act exclusive behaviors by the group - most of them may regret it when they grow up, or they may not, but everyone has their own ambitions, and their ignorance and wisdom are different. normal thing.

Everything happens for a reason, everything seems understandable.

Humans are social animals.

They are normal, but they are not normal.Only when they are not normal can I be normal.

Who can understand whom?

He wanted to break his head, but he didn't understand the proposition.

"I have no support in this world anymore, and it is understandable to want to die."

In the end, he thought so.

Or understand yourself.

After a series of entangled logical thinking, he formulated a suicide plan.He went to the school lab to steal various solutions and bought new light bulbs.Then he dressed neatly, groped in the dark, held the beaker in front of his eyes, and looked at the deadly poison he had concocted.

He added luminol reagent to it.

The chemical name of the luminol reagent is 3-aminophthalohydrazide, which can emit blue light when it is oxidized-hemoglobin contains iron, and iron can catalyze the decomposition of hydrogen peroxide, turning hydrogen peroxide into water and mono Oxygen, single oxygen reoxidizes luminol to make it glow, so the luminol reaction can also identify bloodstains that have been scrubbed a long time ago, and are often used in blood tests for criminal investigations.

It is also a strong acid. Drinking it will corrode the stomach and intestines. When the bloody flesh meets luminol, your own spleen and stomach, as well as the blood flowing to the limbs and bones, will glow——

Bulbs are bought for the next tenant.

If the darkness is always unstoppable, it is enough for him to know that he is shining.This is the last bit of romance he left for himself.

Goodbye.

"Ding--"

Just as he was about to drink it down, the phone's text message rang suddenly, which made his hands tremble in fright, and splashed a little on the corner of his mouth, which was hot and painful.

He opened the phone with a grin, and suddenly had a hint of hope in his heart.Check the sender, it is the landlord, and he said that he has something to discuss with him.

The last light in his eyes also dimmed.

He raised the quilt to his mouth again, but stopped again - he saw a blue-white light on the ground out of the corner of his eye, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Are you hallucinating yourself?

wrong.

He became more scientific and truth-seeking, squatted down and looked at the ground, and then realized that it was the drop dripping down the corner of his mouth.

This is--

He poured the solution in his hand on the ground.

Dots of blue and white fluorescence gradually covered the narrow floor, like the Milky Way reflected on the sea in the dark night, and like a butterfly chasing the dead, dreamlike like a miracle.

However, Yanchen's rationality told him that this was not a miracle——

It was a spray of blood all over the room.

Someone died here.