Don't look for the old attack in the crematorium

"Well--"

Lin Qingran's mouth was suddenly covered, and someone dragged him inside.

"Who are you?" Lin Qingran struggled, but the opponent was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

There were no windows in the room, there was no ventilation in it, and there was a musty smell mixed with a perfume that made him sick.

It's that person.

Lin Qingran struggled desperately: "Are you the one who keeps sending me letters? Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" The man whispered in his ear, unable to hear the sound at all.

The hot air sprayed on Lin Qingran's ears, and the man got close to him, and the smell of perfume on his body directly poured into his nose, and he couldn't help retching.

"Hahaha, what are you pretending to be pure." The man held his hand behind his back and whispered against him: "I don't know how many people have been fucked/before, and you still play this with me?"

"Tearing——" is the sound of clothes being torn.

The room is pitch black, the eyes cannot see the light, and the sense of touch and hearing will become more sensitive.

Lin Qingran tightened her eyebrows, her stomach was churning and retching, retching non-stop.

"You do this at school, do you think you can get away with it?"

"You don't know what you are like?" The man smiled: "Even if this matter is known, they will only think that you seduced me, besides——"

He leaned close to Lin Qingran's ear and exhaled deliberately: "No one will move around here, even if you die here, you won't be discovered immediately."

The hair on the back of Lin Qingran's head was grabbed, and he was forced to raise his head. The man pinched his chin, and smiled ripplingly: "If you want to blame, blame your face, you are born with a charming face, you owe/fuck it !"

"Don't touch me!" Lin Qingran felt goosebumps all over her body when she felt a strange hand touch her skin. In an instant, a coldness hit her, and her stomach churned violently.

The man seemed to be enjoying his struggle. He didn't tie him up or gag him, but just pressed his hand against his.

After struggling for a while, Lin Qingran took a deep breath, enduring the sticky smell of perfume, and slowly did not move again.

"Give up?" A burst of laughter mocked: "Can't pretend anymore? What a pity, I want to see how long you can pretend to be pure~"

I don't know if the man forgot to suppress his voice, but this time he used the original voice, smiled happily, and tore off his clothes one by one.

"Huang Haicheng?"

Seeing that Lin Qingran recognized him, Huang Haicheng was not afraid, so he simply stopped pretending and spoke in a real voice: "Could it be that you still expect others?"

Lin Qingran remained silent for a few seconds before he said, "Let go of me, I will be obedient."

Huang Haicheng laughed even more when he heard it: "It's really a wave~ I can't wait to owe/fuck?"

Feeling the release of the force that was suppressing her, and resisting the disgusting feeling that the opponent's hand touched her, Lin Qingran silently touched a heavy object next to her, roughly judged the location based on the opponent's voice, and smashed it directly.

There was a bloody smell in the air, like the smell of rusty iron nails, mixed with the musty smell and the smell of perfume in the room, making Lin Qingran's stomach churn again in disgust.

"Fuck/you/Mom!" Huang Haicheng slapped Lin Qingran, and then grabbed Lin Qingran's hair and slammed him directly against the wall.

Because she couldn't see the other party's position, Lin Qingran was caught off guard from being hit on the head.

His head was dizzy for a while, and he felt a liquid flow out of his head, mixed with an unpleasant smell of blood.

Huang Haicheng's cursing voice came from next to his ears, and the disgusting feeling on his skin gradually came up.

With the confusion in his mind, the voice of cursing gradually drifted away, he couldn't hear clearly, and his opened eyes couldn't bear to close slowly.

……

"Buzzing—"

Lin Qingran opened his eyes suddenly, his body was still trembling unconsciously, he stared at the white ceiling, his pupils shrank suddenly.

His chest was rising and falling violently, and he was panting/breathing violently physiologically, and his suddenly constricted pupils couldn't focus immediately.

It took him a while to wake up, and he sat up tightly by the quilt.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from the door.

Lin Qingran looked coldly at the handsome boy who was walking towards the door, and did not let go of the hand holding the quilt.

"...Gu Yanqing, why are you here?"

He looked around and saw that the surrounding decoration style was very luxurious, and he could tell that the owner of the house was rich. He asked, "Where is this?"

"My family." Gu Wenyu glanced at the hanging needle in his hand, and said, "The doctor checked, there are some skin injuries, the most serious one is the injury on your head."

"Fortunately, the wound was not serious. It may have hit a bit hard and had a slight concussion." He added.

Lin Qingran looked down at his hand which was still being infused with a needle, and the memory of being in the back garden of the school gradually recovered.

He clenched his fingers tightly, covered his mouth and couldn't help retching, physiological tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red.

"Drink some water." Gu Wenyu poured a glass of water for Lin Qingran, and frowned to help him straighten his back.

Looking at the new clothes she put on in the mirror, Lin Qingran murmured softly: "...Thank you."

"Boom boom boom——"

"Come in."

A man opened the door and came in, wearing a neat suit and holding a document in his hand.

When the man slowly approached, Lin Qingran suddenly pulled out the needle in her hand, covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Gu Wenyu gestured to the man to stop talking and walked towards the bathroom.

Lin Qingran squatted by the toilet and retched vigorously, physiological tears flowed out one by one, and the hand that was holding the sink next to him was so forceful that the knuckles protruded and the skin turned white.

Gu Wenyu turned around and said to the man standing outside: "Call the doctor."

After entering the bathroom, he handed Lin Qingran a new towel: "Wipe."

"What's wrong with you, stomach?"

"Thank you. It's okay, just spit it out." Taking the towel, Lin Qingran wiped his mouth, and smiled indifferently: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

His light brown eyes contained physiological tears, foggy, and the red corners of the eyes lined off, like the first snow in early winter.

The skin on the corner of his mouth was broken, and there was still a slap print on one side of his face, especially on his pale face.

Gu Wenyu stared at Lin Qingran's face, stretched his hands forward into the air, paused, then put them down again, his eyes drooped slightly.

For some reason, looking at that face, he felt a little distressed.

Frowning tightly, he looked away irritably.

The doctor came quickly, examined Lin Qingran, helped him re-insert the needle, and gave Gu Wenyu some instructions before leaving.

Gu Wenyu glanced at the man and said, "You go out first."

After the man went out, he opened the window a little more, and asked Lin Qingran, "Is it better now?"

Gu Wenyu poured him another cup of hot water, and explained: "He went to talk to Huang Haicheng just now, so he might smell on him."

Hearing the sound, Lin Qingran paused, raised her head, and stared at Gu Wenyu for a few seconds, her foggy eyes turned red, "...Gu Yanqing, thank you."

Holding the cup of hot water in his hand, he pursed his lips and asked, "Can you keep this matter a secret from grandma for me?"

Gu Wenyu was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"I'll go out."

Going to another room, just as Gu Wenyu opened the door and came in, there was a sound of cursing inside.

"Who are you? Fuck/you/mother do you know who I am, dare to tie me up, impatient to live?!"

Gu Wenyu has now turned into Gu Yanqing's appearance, Huang Haicheng doesn't know it's him.

The man next to him respectfully handed the document in his hand to Gu Wenyu: "Master Gu, this is the information we have investigated."

Hearing the words "Young Master Gu", Huang Haicheng stared at Gu Wenyu for a long time, and then looked at the decoration in the room. He frowned and asked in disbelief: "You/mother is Gu Wenyu?"