madness

A man in a white shirt stood at the corner of the street. It rained heavily in the evening, and there were many puddles on the concrete floor. He held up a black umbrella and stood silently in the night.

Su Zhiyun felt that the man was strange, so he hadn't looked at it a few more times, the key held in his hand was soaked in sweat from exercising, and it was so slippery that he wanted to slip through his fingers.

The other party seemed to be aware of the sight, and gradually approached. When he came to Su Zhiyun, he raised the black umbrella, revealing a gentle and harmless face.

Seeing that familiar face, Su Zhiyun took a step back, stepped on the meridians of the yellowed withered leaves with his sneakers, only heard a soft "click", and the chill spread all over his body.

The man's eyes were still pitch-black, translucent and light, without any sharpness, and even moist, like bright moonlight, or silent shadows.

The same is true of the men's fragrance emanating from his skirt, moistening things silently, but overwhelmingly enveloped by the evening wind, clearly discernible in the moist mist.

Su Zhiyun couldn't breathe in the silent air, and his stomach began to churn in an instant, and tiny beads of sweat gradually appeared from his forehead, densely packed.

The other party just looked at him like that, smiling a little, as if he didn't notice his resistance and discomfort at all.

Su Zhiyun was very afraid of Tang Hong, not like himself, as if he was terrified by instinct. His eyes began to tremble the moment he saw Tang Hong, and his black eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

Tang Hong was wearing serious clothes, a suit and tie, as if he had just left some academic seminar.

He slowly took out his handkerchief, and approached a little closer, his footsteps rattling on the blue bricks.

Tang Hong stretched out his hand, wiped Su Zhiyun's sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, smiled in a familiar tone, and asked softly, "Why are you sweating so much? You look so anxious. Where do you want to go?"

The night wind blew the leaves off a layer, trembling and curling in the wind, and the sewage on the ground stained the white sneakers.

Su Zhiyun dodged his hand, as if he had seen some ghost, took a step back, trying to escape from the man's fragrance, the tone of the other party's acquaintance, as if his father, made him uncomfortable.

"how did you find me?"

Tang Hong's hand knocked him down, but Su Zhiyun was a little stronger, and a bright red mark appeared on the young man's skin. He didn't seem to feel any pain, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"I've been paying attention to you, but you don't know it."

After hearing this, Su Zhiyun gripped the key even more tightly, the iron edges and corners almost hurting his flesh.

Tang Hong just looked at him quietly, and then asked in a gentle, homely way: "How are you doing recently?"

Su Zhiyun remained motionless, as if he couldn't hear him.

The boy's toes took root on the ground, veins sprouted, he couldn't take a step, and he couldn't breathe because of the roar of the wind in his ears.

This is a sequela left over from the past, and it is difficult to heal from a serious illness.

No one spoke, there was silence.

After a while, Tang Hong's eyes bent behind the glass lens, like a thin and long moon.

His voice was soft and temperless, and there was no clue at all.

"You don't want to talk to me, is it because of the boy who lives with you?"

Because of his words, the boy suddenly raised his face and looked directly at the other party.

His shadow was reflected in Tang Hong's eyes, which was indistinct.

……

"Has the bus arrived yet?"

Su Zhiyun handed the key back to Cui Qingqing.

Cui Qingqing smiled after getting the key. When she smiled, her cheeks were dimpled, and she was so sweet that it made people feel better without knowing it: "Not yet, I should be able to catch up with the last trip."

She said again in a complaining and joking tone: "It's a bit far from my home, and taxis are not easy to take, otherwise I can come here often."

Gu Zehuan was standing leaning against the railing, wearing new snow-white clothes, with a lazy black cat on his shoulder, his cell phone rang, he answered the call, said something lightly to the other end, and hung up again.

The process is very short.

Cui Qingqing asked him: "Who called you?"

"Uncle Lin, ask me to come over tomorrow."

Probably to prevent the girl from asking questions one after another, Gu Zehuan answered her concisely.

"Oh?" Cui Qingqing has a pair of cat eyes, the tails of which are slightly upturned, and they shine brightly at night, with a kind of charm that can't be seen through: "Then you want to leave Su Zhiyun at home alone tomorrow?"

"I'm fine." Su Zhiyun said, he looked at the car lights in the distance again, lowered his voice, and changed the topic: "Cui Qingqing, your car seems to be here."

The girl was not in a hurry when the bus was coming, she leaned over, blinked her eyes, and the red chain on her snow-white wrist rang.

"Why are you sweating so much? Is it hot?"

Su Zhiyun dodged her outstretched hand and emphasized again: "I'm fine."

Probably her tone was a bit blunt, causing the smile on Cui Qingqing's face to shrink a bit, but she is a very smart girl after all, she didn't ask anything, just smiled.

"Then I'll go back first."

When Gu Zehuan and Su Zhiyun went home together, no one spoke. Gu Zehuan probably took a shower very early because he had to get up early tomorrow, so he just slept on the sofa and left the bedroom to Su Zhiyun.

He was tall, and his frame was not small. The narrow and shabby sofa could hardly fit his body, and his legs hung over the edge, sticking out a lot.

Su Zhiyun also went to bed early because he was tired, but unfortunately he had another nightmare. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was sweating profusely, and when he got up suddenly, the shadows reflected outside the window were like countless ghosts and monsters, baring their teeth and claws.

His vision blurred, his brain ached, he remembered the bloody cannibal scene in his dream, he got up suddenly and ran to the toilet to vomit in a mess.

The dream is very strange, illogical and scientific, like a three-dimensional painting that a child randomly kneads all the toys within his reach, which is weird and changeable, and unreasonable.

In the dream, Su Zhiyun is a cannibal. He sucks human blood, sucks human marrow, and gnaws human bones. The viscera and fat are creamy and warm, stuffed into his mouth, and slide down his throat. It is fishy, ​​sweet, and juicy. spiritual.

He crouched in front of the sandalwood coffin and ate people, the mourning hall was dim and the white gauze was floating, Su Zhiyun ate the corpse, so he didn't even know who he was.

A few ethereal calls came from the top of the head, seeming far away.

"Can you see who you are eating?"

His scarlet eyes were exposed from his disheveled hair. Before Su Zhiyun put down the piece of meat in his hand, he slowly raised his head in the direction of the sound.

A black-and-white photo hangs above the mourning hall, showing a girl with pink flowers smiling like a flower.

Su Zhiyun held the scarlet flesh in a daze, and in front of his eyes were snow-white bones and scattered blood.

After two ding dings, he began to rot and fester rapidly, like an evil spirit exposed to the sun, more rotten and smelly than the corpse in his hand, white maggots crawled out of his heart full of holes, and crawled up into his body in the eyes.

It is said that siblings of the same mother are connected by blood.

They are brother and sister.

But he ate her bones, drank her blood, and ate her flesh.

……

Su Zhiyun had vomited until there was nothing to vomit.

His face was reflected in the mirror, pale and bloodless, not like him, nor like a lively young man, but like a haggard ghost, an old man on the verge of death.

Before meeting Gu Zehuan, Su Zhiyun had such horrifying nightmares almost every day. He thought those dreams would never happen after meeting Gu Zehuan, but it was not the case.

Fear is like a dream, uncontrollable and without reason.

He couldn't defeat Tang Hong, it was his own shadow that was magnified in his dream to be omnipotent and close to God.

Su Zhiyun lay down in front of the mirror in a daze, opened his eyelids, and looked carefully.

The feeling of maggots crawling into the eye sockets is still vivid.

The nail scratched the corner of his eye, leaving a bright mark, and the slight pain brought back his reason and clarity.

He washed his face with cold water a few times, and walked out with his slippers wet.

The body is tired, but the spirit is clear.

Gu Zehuan was sleeping in the living room. Even though it was pitch black and there was no moonlight, Su Zhiyun could clearly feel the presence of another person.

You can't see it, but you can feel it.

That in itself is a pretty amazing experience.

But because it was so quiet, there was not even a second of sound, nor was Gu Zehuan's voice, Su Zhiyun gradually became a little uneasy, and he began to doubt whether the other party really existed.

He groped and walked over. After adapting to the darkness, his vision gradually became clearer. Only then did he realize that the room was not pure black at night. Rather than saying that what he saw in front of him was black, it was better to say it was a dull indigo blue, and even the light was fog. Blue with some white.

Gu Zehuan curled up a little and slept on the sofa, his face was facing the backrest, so he couldn't see clearly.

Su Zhiyun suddenly realized that maybe this was the first time he saw Gu Zehuan sleeping.

In the past few days when he came to Gu Zehuan's house, the other party mostly watched old movies at night and did not sleep, as if he was tireless. Occasionally when he fell asleep during the day, the door must be locked tightly, as if someone would approach him.

"I can't sleep with someone around me."

Su Zhiyun thought of what he said out of nowhere.

The blanket covering Gu Zehuan's legs slipped down, exposing his calf, Su Zhiyun approached, he stretched out his hand to pull up the fallen blanket, but when he raised his head, he saw Gu Zehuan's eyes.

Clear, sharp eyes.

Su Zhiyun suddenly took a step back, everything on the table was shaken off by his movements.

This is not surprising. Anyone who looks up and suddenly sees such a pair of sleepless and even cold eyes when covering a sleeping person with a quilt will be frightened.

Gu Zehuan got up and turned on the light, he didn't look tired, he didn't look like someone who just woke up at all.

Su Zhiyun hesitated and asked, "Aren't you asleep?"

"Fell asleep."

Gu Zehuan picked up the remote control that fell on the ground and threw it into the basket beside him. He looked up at the clock and asked again: "It's so late, are you still asleep?"

"Sleeping." Su Zhiyun hesitated for a while, and then asked: "You woke up when I approached you just now, is it because I was too noisy?"

"It's not because of you. It's like this when someone is next to me. I can't sleep. Even if I fall asleep, someone will wake up if someone approaches me."

When Gu Zehuan talked about his affairs, he always seemed a little casual and didn't care much.

"Always been this way."

"why?"

Su Zhiyun asked this question. According to the past, he would not ask so repeatedly. It may be because of the long-lost nightmare tonight, or it may be because he suddenly noticed something that was concealed and ignored by the two of them at this moment.

Gu Zehuan didn't show a look of surprise.

"Maybe it has something to do with something from my childhood."

The author says:

The next chapter is Gao Neng, the following plot may be as ups and downs as a roller coaster ride...