Christmas

When Shi Xie came out from Wei Kong, the sky outside had completely darkened, and the dim sky was like Shi Xie's mood.

general.

The night wind blew a little bit of coolness, but Shi Xie didn't seem to feel it at all, because his heart was much colder than this.

Through the pocket, he touched Xia Yao's mobile phone inside. Shi Xie pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were deep, and his heart was full of depression that could not be gathered for a long time.

Scattered.

Xia Yao...

And Wei Kong upstairs had been watching Shi Xie's figure completely disappear at the elevator entrance before slowly closing the door, his gentle movements seemed to be afraid of waking up something.

Turning around, Wei Kong suddenly threw off his shoes and went straight to the bar with bare feet, picked up the red wine on it, Wei Kong looked up at the brightly colored liquid in fascination.

The bright white light penetrated the cup and reflected on his face, leaving a few mottled shadows, making him look a bit mysterious.

Staring at the dark red liquid in the cup, Wei Kong suddenly smiled, but there was no warm factor in that smile, just like a coquettish ghost in the dark night, with the slightest bit of danger, but also with a sense of incongruity. The charm of his temperament.

At this moment he is Wei Kong, and he is not Wei Kong.

The dark red liquid is slightly swaying in the glass, and the red light is trembling, like the wings of a chirping insect on a tree trunk in summer, sounding the carol of the night.

The black is spinning, the copper needle is falling, and the soft music is accompanied by the whisper of the night.

Wei Kong put down the wine glass in his hand, and his slender fingers slowly slid across the black music score. He tiptoed slightly, stepping on bloody notes under his feet.

One step, two steps..

The princess is still sleeping and she needs the prince's kiss.

The demon is already restless, holding a purple needle in his hand.

Come on, don't be afraid.

Come on, listen to me sing.

The princess is still sleeping, and the devil has awakened.

Bonfires are lit and the night is a feast.

Prince through thorns, corpse on greatsword.

The devil's shrill laugh, burning with joy.

The princess is still asleep,

who stole her wedding dress,

who kissed the prince.

The devil lit the torch,

The thorns swayed.

Come on, don't be afraid.

Come on, listen to me sing.

who stole her wedding dress,

who kissed the prince,

Dark clouds cover the eyes,

The demon is chanting.

Look,

That's not you.

The sound of the music suddenly turned sharp, piercing like a sharp needle across silverware.

The spinning footsteps stopped suddenly, the lights in the room flickered, and then fell into darkness, the pale moonlight invaded, and the surroundings were silent, which seemed to indicate the coldness of death.

Wei Kong crossed his hands and held his neck, fresh blood surged under his palms, jumping and surging.

Vitality of life, sweetness of blood.

Wei Kong quietly enjoyed the gift from the darkness. Whenever he was at this time, he was wrapped in it like an unborn fetus, every blood vessel in his body became alive, and his heart beat violently.

In this moment, he is darkness, and darkness is him.

He is pious and yearns for it.

Darkness, his master, his god.

The face is hidden in the shadows, the sinister laughter resounds, the palms are up, and there is a midnight rhapsody.

In the dark room, there was a damp and rotten smell in the air.Xia Yao opened his eyes drowsily, with a black cloth covering his eyes.His heart was still throbbing with pain, and his wrist seemed to have been worn out.But fortunately, with this pain, he can keep himself awake, Xia Yao couldn't help thinking about it bitterly.

Xia Yao could feel that he was sitting on a chair, and his hands were tied behind the chair.I tried to make a fist, but fortunately I felt it.

Except for the pain in his heart and wrist, Xia Yao can be sure that he is not injured anywhere else, and this knowledge makes him breathe a sigh of relief

gas.

The room he stayed in seemed to be too quiet, Xia Yao tilted his head to listen, and after an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Someone came, and that person was Wei Kong.

"how are you feeling."

Wei Kong's voice seemed a little strange, as if it had been specially synthesized electronically.Xia Yao swallowed, and his throat became slightly moister.

"What do you want to do?"

"I invite you to be a guest."

Wei Kong seemed to chuckle, followed by a sharp sound of pulling tables and chairs.The black cloth on his eyes completely blocked Xia Yao's sight, he couldn't see anything, he could only listen with his ears.

Then there was another sound of metal colliding, and a strange smell spread to Xia Yao's nose, he frowned, feeling

some disgusting.

"That's not the way of hospitality."

As soon as Xia Yao's words fell, Wei Kong laughed out loud, as if mocking Xia Yao's stupidity.

"But that's my way of hospitality."

Xia Yao felt Wei Kong's voice approaching him, and he subconsciously tightened his body.The black cloth on the eyes suddenly slipped off, revealing the dim light, Xia Yao half-closed his eyes, and slowly regained his vision.

Xia Yao doesn't know where he is, it should be a basement-like place, a bit damp.And the four sides of the wall are only lit with torches, making the whole space look a little dark.

Wei Kong was not far in front of him, and he was sitting behind a table, with some tools such as a carving knife and a bright desk lamp in front of him, which was enough for Xia Yao to see his every move clearly.

"Don't you want to know what material those dolls' skins are made of? Then take a good look."

Wei Kong's voice carried excitement and madness that Xia Yao didn't understand.Xia Yao frowned and watched his movements, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

I saw that Wei Kong first picked up a carving knife and carefully carved the doll's eyebrows and eyes on a wooden head. In the silent space, only the sound of the knife scraping the wood could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Kong finally stopped. He held up the head and carefully admired it under the desk lamp.

"Look, she's about to wake up."

As he said that, Wei Kong bent down and unknowingly picked up a cylindrical object covered by a black cloth under the table. Seeing Xia Yao's eyes fixed on the object in his hand, Wei Kong's mouth curled into a strange smile.

Immediately after, Wei Kong pulled down the black cloth on the thing, and a glass container was exposed, and a purple liquid was seen inside.The liquid was very thick, and Xia Yao could still see that there seemed to be some purple crystal powder mixed in the liquid.

"It's an amazing liquid, just apply it to the wood and glue the doll's skin to it and it will look its best forever. Just like the real thing, a perfect work of art."

Xia Yao looked at the purple liquid slowly flowing inside, and it felt like a dream when paired with the purple crystal powder inside.Suddenly, I thought of the doll in the wedding dress in Wei Kong's exhibition room. Her skin was indeed like a real person, fair and vibrant.

Wei Kong put the container on the table and stood up. When Xia Yao was puzzled, Wei Kong spoke first.

"The next thing is the main event, you must keep your eyes open and watch carefully."

A grunt came from Wei Kong's throat, like a beast sighing when it was full.Xia Yao still didn't make a sound, and Wei Kong didn't care what he was talking to himself, turned around and walked away.

Xia Yao heard the sound of the door opening, and the space fell silent for an instant.Looking at the weird bottle of liquid on the table, Xia Yao frowned, feeling somewhat familiar.

After a while, there was the sound of the door opening, and Wei Kong walked over pushing a wheelchair. The sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

It wasn't until Wei Kong approached that Xia Yao could fully see that the person sitting in the wheelchair was the missing Mizi.

"Mizi!"

Xia Yao struggled violently, but the chair was fixed on the ground and remained motionless.The rope tied to his body was also very strong, no matter how Xia Yao moved, he didn't let go of it.It's just that the wound on the wrist has been worn out a lot, and the red liquid soaked the bandage.

Rope on the wrist.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake her up from her sweet dreams."

Wei Kong stretched out a finger to his lips, looking tenderly at Mizi's sleeping face.Xia Yao gritted his teeth and stared at Wei Kong's movements, afraid that he would do something to Mizi.

"Don't hurt her!"

"How could I hurt her? I'm helping her fulfill her dream."

Wei Kong's voice was very soft, he pushed Mizi to the table, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face.Mizi was still sleeping peacefully, her breathing was shallow, as if it would stop at any moment.

"Mizi... Mizi, wake up quickly, Mizi!"

Xia Yao called Mizi's name loudly in an attempt to wake him up, but Mizi still fell asleep peacefully, and Xia Yao's anxious forehead began to sweat.

But his actions angered Wei Kong, he stood up from the chair rubbing his forehead, and walked directly towards Wei Kong.

"I've said it all, keep your voice down, if you disturb the princess's dream, you will be killed."

Xia Yao raised his head and stared at him fiercely, Wei Kong still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of violence.It was as if there were two people living in his body, one was a gentleman during the day, and the other was Jack at night.

"You're about to let Mizi go, what's wrong with her!"

"She...Of course she was wrong."

Wei Kong murmured softly, with compassion on his face.Reaching out his hand to take out a white handkerchief from his pocket, Xia Yao recognized that it was the one he gave Wei Kong that day, but he had already washed off the stains on it.

Wei Kong stretched his hand forward, Xia Yao hurriedly dodged left and right.Several failures finally wore away Wei Kong's last patience. He stretched out his hand to clamp Xia Yao's chin, and stuffed the handkerchief in his mouth into his mouth.

"Don't try to provoke me, Xia Yao, this is not the way of a smart person."

After patting Xia Yao's face, Wei Kong turned around and walked back behind the table.Xia Yao's mouth made a constant humming sound, the wrist tied behind the chair was already numb from the pain, Xia Yao's heart was in a panic.He had vaguely guessed what Wei Kong said was the material for the doll's skin.

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