Correct posture of masochism [system]

At [-]:[-] in the morning, an old Taoist priest in Changxi District died at home.

There was only a bruise around his neck all over his body. What shocked the police was that after fingerprint verification, it was confirmed that it was left by the deceased himself. There were no traces of fighting in the room, and the doors and windows were locked, and they had not been pried.

All signs point to suicide.

But as we all know, it is impossible for people to strangle themselves, because once they feel suffocation, fear, or pain, they will subconsciously want to struggle to save themselves.

At most it can lead to unconsciousness.

Afraid of causing unrest among the citizens, this case was quickly suppressed by the police, but it was still leaked out.

Zheng Yi recently flirted with her little boyfriend who was eating from a bowl and looking at the pot. He was busy making troubles in Moments every day, dancing around in various forums.

She accidentally saw a post, and happily spread it while clutching her frightened little heart.

A staggering number of microblogs were forwarded in a short period of time.

Zheng Yi felt that there were so many leisurely people, and at the same time joined in, and together with them, they will add to the police....

The rise of chats in the company's internal group chats are all using their weird brains to guess how the old Taoist died. No one knows that their boss is quietly watching the screen.

Jiang Yu sat in front of the computer with an unfathomable expression on his face.

He has the impression that the old Taoist was alive yesterday and died in the early morning.

Does this have anything to do with the missing boy?

He hoped not.

In this way, Jiang Yu can conclude that the boy is no longer interested in him, has found something more interesting, and has left.

Everyone in the group is anonymous, and everyone has no scruples about speaking.

I don't know who made the remark: That person seems to be a vegetarian.

Someone jumped out right behind: Pull it down, don't you realize that that person is weaker than before?

Soon the screen appeared: a look of excessive indulgence.

It was probably about to get off work. After a busy day, everyone relaxed their tense nerves and talked about each other in their free time.

The topic became more and more unreasonable. Around the boss's romantic history, a list was made one by one, and they were compared one by one. Later, they talked about durability and length, and the lower limit was thrown into the toilet to be flushed down the drain.

Zheng Yi was eating the kelp shreds that had just arrived, and she tapped on the keyboard excitedly. The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared at the screen.

"Hahahahaha I beat that young lady who just won the best newcomer award" was cleared one by one, and it was being automatically typed: You shouldn't talk about him behind his back.

Zheng Yi stared at her hand, then looked to the side nervously, her heart was beating fast, she stood up in panic, stumbled and ran out.

The group was quiet for a few seconds, and they all found excuses to dive.

Jiang Yu also saw that sentence, he knew it was sent by his secretary, but it gave him a familiar feeling.

That familiarity repelled him.

That night, those who participated in the group chat encountered supernatural events in different places and at different times, timidly resigned and moved, and some were even directly admitted to a mental hospital.

The company is filled with a depressive atmosphere, as if something is quietly peeping, and it will jump out at any time.

Zheng Yi appeared in front of Jiang Yu with a haggard face, "Boss Jiang, I want to ask for a month's leave."

"Half a month is fine." Her voice weakened, not daring to look at the man sitting behind the desk with extremely low pressure, "I also know that the company is busy, if it really doesn't work, just a week."

Thinking of the coin toss to guess the head not long ago, Zheng Yi wanted to spurt blood, and sure enough, he couldn't get anything a year ago.

Now I'm afraid it's very likely that even my life will have to be explained.

"What's wrong with your head?" Jiang Yu frowned.

"I fell in the bathroom and knocked on the floor." Zheng Yi touched her forehead, as if she had thought of something, the blood on her face faded, she hesitated to speak, as if she was afraid of something, her lips moved, "Mr. Jiang ,take care."

"Three months with pay."

Zheng Yi, who walked to the door, heard the voice behind her, she turned around in disbelief, and was so moved that she almost cried.

I wanted to flatter, but I held back again.

"Why don't you leave?" Jiang Yu's breath was extremely impetuous.

"Take care!" Zheng Yi said again worriedly, and she suddenly said seriously, "Mr. Jiang, although I have always admired you and made you an idol, you are really not my type. You know, I like you." - small - fresh - meat."

Under Jiang Yu's strange gaze, Zheng Yi emphasized, "Really, Mr. Jiang, I have never liked you, and I will only be your secretary from now on."

"Okay, you don't like me." Seeing that she was about to say it again, Jiang Yu interrupted with his hand on his forehead.

"Then I'm leaving. I need to contact you." Zheng Yi stepped out quickly. The Buddha, the merciful and compassionate Avalokitesvara, and Allah, must keep the person inside safe and sound.

Walking through the silent corridor, Zheng Yi heard her own footsteps, her scalp was numb, she trembled suddenly, and said something mysteriously, "He is yours, no one will snatch it from you."

After talking about Zheng Yi, she was in a bad mood, and hurried to press the elevator. This illusion must have occurred after watching too many ghost movies.

When the word "ghost" came out, Zheng Yi's face turned pale, and she let out a terrified cry, and under the horrified gaze of the little brother in the security room, she hugged her head madly in the elevator, and muttered "I really don't I like him", then rushed out of the company and ran away under the stunned gaze of his colleagues.

"Are you going to destroy my company before it's over?" In the office, Jiang Yu yelled at the void.

no respond.

"Shao Ze, people and ghosts have different paths." Jiang Yu inserted his fingers into his hair, stroked it hard, and said coldly, "Don't push me into a hurry."

When Qin Zhihan came in, he saw the person on the chair looking at the void with his head tilted, as if he was in a daze, or searching for something, the tie around his neck was loose and he looked decadent, his hair was messy, and he had never seen it before. side.

He froze for a moment, and couldn't help becoming nervous, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the voice, all the emotions on Jiang Yu's face calmed down in an instant, and his tone was calm, "Zhihan, let you take a three-month vacation."

Instead of teasing as usual, Qin Zhihan stared at Jiang Yu closely, "What's the matter?"

"It just so happens that I can accompany your son to his mother." Jiang Yu said to himself, "Tell me what gift you want."

"Jiang Yu!" Qin Zhihan's tone became serious, rarely serious.

"No?" Jiang Yu pursed his lips, and nothing could be heard in his voice, "Then I'll take a break, and you take care of the company, as long as it doesn't go bankrupt."

Watching people leave, Qin Zhihan was panting on the spot, what the hell is going on?

People who usually want to spend 24 hours in the company actually say they want to take a break...

Jiang Yu did what he said, stayed at home and did not go out, occasionally had video conferences with the company's senior management, and handed over some trivial matters to Qin Zhihan.

He is waiting for the system to appear, to remind him to continue the following tasks, or to notify him that the fault has been fixed, whatever.

Qin Zhihan often came to Jiang Yu, complaining that the dog had scared away the woman he brought back, and then intentionally or unintentionally explored Jiang Yu's house, he might be suspicious of something.

On Christmas night, Jiang Yujin came out of the balcony with his slippers on, and he found a vague outline in the dark room.

With a snap, the lights in the room came on.

The young man was still in the same clothes, standing by the bed sadly and alone, with his head bowed, his black hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, he was alone, without a shadow.

Jiang Yu turned a blind eye, glanced at the apples on the table, and his eyes flashed.

"It's for you." Shao Ze picked out the nougat with his hand in his pocket.

He wandered the streets for a long time, found many fruit shops, watched men and women buy them back, and watched their expressions after eating.

The one that took a long time to choose should be the sweetest.

"I don't eat apples." Jiang Yu said coldly.

Shao Ze stretched out his fingers to touch Jiang Yu's face, and sucked his lips carefully.

"You still think I have a long life, don't you?" Jiang Yu grabbed his hair and pulled it back, as if he wanted to tear off a piece of skin abruptly.

Shao Ze lowered his eyelids aggrievedly, leaned over tentatively and sucked Jiang Yu's neck, and said, "I will give myself to you."

It's not a question mark, but a full stop, revealing extreme strength and solemnity, like a ceremony.

Jiang Yu watched Shao Ze lower his head, rolled up his sweater and took it off, and then slowly took off his pants.

Fully exposing himself to the air, Shao Ze's dark eyes surged out, becoming more and more intense.

Seeing the jade on the young man's neck, Jiang Yu couldn't help squinting when he realized that he had taken it down and threw it into the trash last time.

The hand was held by the opponent, under Jiang Yu's thick black eyebrows, a pair of slightly raised eyes were covered with a thick layer of color.

The boy's body was cold, pale, and delicate, like a piece of carefully polished porcelain.

"I'm not interested in being a brat."

"Don't worry, we can take our time."

Shao Ze clasped Jiang Yu's hand, interlocking his fingers, seemingly casually, but with such strength that the other party couldn't break free.

He went to the underworld to make a deal these days, and finally understood what his obsession was, not because he was confused, but because he felt that it was so.

"Jiang Yu..." Shao Ze quietly looked at the man in front of him, "Can you give me your loyalty?"

"Are you going to leave?" Jiang Yu sneered and asked without answering.

Shao Ze didn't answer, his dark eyes fell on the man's well-shaped lips, and he gnawed on them suddenly in the next second.

He didn't know how to do it at all, and he put his tongue on Jiang Yu's throat simply and directly, like a tramp walking in the desert, sucking and swallowing the little water hungrily and greedily.

The slippery and cold body was pressed against him, and the icy cold could be felt through the clothes. Jiang Yu pinched Shao Ze's shoulders and pushed him away, and his hand passed over his neck inadvertently.

"It's not good..." Shao Ze sighed, and he picked up the broken pieces of jade on the ground, "It's broken."

Jiang Yu opened his mouth, his scarlet tongue stuck between his teeth, just as he was about to say something, his expression changed drastically.

Not being able to move made him more powerless than ever.

"It's okay, I'll fix it." Shao Ze bent his lips and touched Jiang Yu's sweaty face, "I don't really understand, please bear with it for a while."

As soon as Jiang Yu's breathing stopped, he sped up in confusion, "Fuck it, is this also asking me to give myself to you?"

"Do you want candy?" Shao Ze took out a piece of nougat, peeled it open and took a bite, prying Jiang Yu's lips and teeth, and rolled it in with his tongue.

Jiang Yu bit the cold tongue out of his mouth, and his teeth went deep into it, with no intention of letting go.

It was a little sticky, Shao Ze frowned, lifted Jiang Yu's chin, stared at his rolling Adam's apple, and made sure that he had swallowed his own blood.

"You want to court death, don't you?" Jiang Yu's breath was chaotic, with a strong fishy smell.

Shao Ze put his unmoving chest close to Jiang Yu, as if to say, look, I have no heartbeat, I would have died a long time ago.

"Aren't you looking for your obsession?" Jiang Yu said suddenly, "I can help you."

"I've found it." Shao Ze licked Jiang Yu happily, "It's about to start..."

Before Jiang Yu could prepare, he was pushed into hell.

Shao Ze hugged the twitching man, kissed the firm flesh on his back, his drooping eyelashes were half curled up, and he liked to lick them back and forth.

"Jiang Yu, you are so hot."

Clamping an icicle, rubbing against the sudden drop in body temperature, Jiang Yu's clenched teeth leaked the smell of rust. He heard a voice in his ear and passed out immediately.

At noon the next day, Jiang Yu woke up, he touched his neck with palpitations, the beating pulse under his fingertips and the warm skin all proved that he was not dead.

Jiang Yu looked at his lifeline, it was still very long and straight.

When he was a child, the woman took him to a fortune-telling, saying that his life was in great trouble, but in the end he would turn the bad luck into good luck and enjoy the blessings of everyone.

Jiang Yu teased his lips, thinking about it now, it's all farting.

He paused when he lifted the quilt, and stared at the extra thing on his chest with a ferocious look, the circle the size of a cup lid, like a pattern.

Jiang Yu rubbed, scratched and scratched vigorously, making the place bloody, and the crimson pattern was still there.

It seems to grow out of the body.

Jiang Yu wiped the dripping blood with a paper towel, his eyes were full of cold gloom, Song Yan could only leave a brand on him, but that boy could plant a brand in his body.

What's even more frightening is that the owner of this body is himself.

Jiang Yu opened the closet and took out a pair of underwear to put on. He was used to being weak, his waist was sore, and his legs were weak. This was more difficult to accept.

After staying in the bathroom for a while, Jiang Yu used the shower head to wash the blood on the piece of flesh on his chest. He didn't know if his mind was still confused, but he didn't feel any pain.

After washing himself from head to toe several times, under the wrap of hot water, Jiang Yu regained his sanity, opened the door to go out, and saw the boy sitting on the sofa watching TV in every possible way.

The baggy beige sweater was his, as was the black trousers, and the gray socks...

Jiang Yu's eyes twitched violently twice.

Looking away from the TV, Shao Ze turned his head, and his cold voice reminded the steamy man, "I have already given myself to you, and you can only be mine in the future."

Remembering the vivid picture and scalding temperature last night, Shao Ze swallowed instinctively, a faint flush appeared on his pale face.

The already stunning facial features are becoming more and more irresistible, but unfortunately the only audience just wants to hang him up for ten and a half months.

It seemed that he had just realized that his chrysanthemum was given to a ghost, and Jiang Yu's face was distorted, "...fuck!"