madness

In the hot summer, the rainy season is very long, the light and shadow in the afternoon are warm yellow, the gauze curtains are blown up by the wind, and the solid wood floor will become damp and foggy in rainy days.

Su Zhiyun thought of this, and thought of the summer spent at his grandmother's house, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a dark and dim warehouse, which was airtight and stuffy like a big boiler, without even a window.

He didn't look at Gu Zehuan, nor did he think about what the other party would think or think of him when he heard this, but he just felt that his chest was stuffy, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe.

Good memories and bad memories were originally kept in their respective grids, but now Tang Hong savagely teased them out and brusquely mixed them together.

Everyone needs to properly beautify or hide themselves, and they are forcibly stripped and exposed to the sun, naked, as if they will be turned into ashes in the next second due to the too hot sunlight.

Tang Hong was still talking, and he whispered in Su Zhiyun's ear, like a good elder and a good teacher who seriously offered advice: "You carefully disguised yourself in front of him, but now there is nothing, he already knows What do you really look like, then what's the use of him? You can't reveal yourself to him honestly, and you also know that not everyone can accept you, can he accept you?"

"A brother who killed his own sister."

Su Zhiyun didn't speak.

Tang Hong said softly again: "Kill him."

"Only I can accept you, whole and undisguised."

A lot of things have been placed beside, chainsaw, plastic cloth, gloves, disinfectant, fruit knife.

Su Zhiyun went to see Gu Zehuan again, Gu Zehuan was tied to the chair, looking at himself, for a while, he felt his eyes dazzled, avoiding Gu Zehuan's face, maybe the light was too bright.

Tang Hong once again whispered in that bewitching tone: "Kill him."

kill him.

The sound gradually became deafening.

Su Zhiyun repeated what Tang Hong said just now, and said to himself: "Kill him?"

He remembered the crazy thoughts in his head when he had sex with Gu Zehuan.

Su Zhiyun had been fantasizing about Gu Zehuan's death and was excited, because he might be able to kill Gu Zehuan and then be happy to monopolize Gu Zehuan forever.

Not only does he want to do this, but he also has a surging desire for this crazy imagination and the possibility of being implemented.

But now, Su Zhiyun is still breathing heavily and his eyes are red because of this beautiful and bloody fantasy.

Tang Hong held Su Zhiyun's hand. The strange thing is that his breath is not hot at all in summer, but cold, gloomy and cold, like a poisonous snake. His eyes were slightly bent, and he said with a smile: "Of course, you can also choose to kill Leave me, so that you and your little friends can escape from here."

The young man's tone sounded very sincere, and he didn't seem to think that his proposal was crazy or unreasonable at all.

"But the premise is that you have to beat me and have that courage."

Su Zhiyun was silent, holding the fruit knife that Tang Hong handed over in his hand.

Tang Hong untied Su Zhiyun's rope, helped the boy comb his messy hair, and kissed his forehead as usual, wishing him all the best.

Cold forehead.

Su Zhiyun just didn't say a word, the wound on his body made him ache, itchy, and numb, and he could still taste a bloody smell with the tip of his tongue against his mouth.

He repeated Tang Hong's words in his heart, and walked up to Gu Zehuan step by step.

The bright knife light reflected on Gu Zehuan's cheeks, like a mottled cloud, his expression was still fearless and fearless, or very calm.

At that moment, the dim lights around, the sweltering temperature, and the damp back made Su Zhiyun think it was a dream, but Gu Zehuan's cheek reminded him of many things at that moment. The white stag Shen fell into the mire, or the portrait burned away in the flames abandoned by mortals.

There was a long, narrow and bright red wound on his right cheek, which was still warm and hot because of a slight infection, but it didn't look dirty.

It's very different from the smell of a corpse, without the pungent formalin, it's vibrant.

Su Zhiyun paused for a moment before realizing that he had just reached out and stroked Gu Zehuan's cheek.

Tang Hong said: "Speaking of it, you are really a weird person. You still look calm and composed under such circumstances. Are you really not afraid at all?"

After hearing this, Gu Zehuan didn't look at him, but just looked at Su Zhiyun, his eyes were calm, extremely calm, Su Zhiyun's palm was still on his cheek, as if he could feel the blood gurgling under his skin, Su Zhiyun couldn't help it Muttering to himself: "Why aren't you afraid?"

"The birds and cats in the past were not like this. They would struggle desperately and scream to death."

The tip of the knife is sharp, and the light is dazzling.

Gu Zehuan didn't answer him.

Su Zhiyun raised the fruit knife and pressed it against Gu Zehuan's chest.

He suddenly saw something more dazzling, it was a key, a silvery white, bright key, in Gu Zehuan's pocket, a sharp point was exposed.

There was no doubt that it was the key to his house.

"Su Zhiyun."

This was the first time Gu Zehuan had spoken since he was locked up here. He seemed to wake up from a dream. He raised his head to look at the other party, and saw a handful of sugar water nestled under the shadow of the young man's collarbone, which looked very sweet.

The other party has a vibrant, rich and sweet taste.

Su Zhiyun thought he would have something to say, but no, Gu Zehuan just called his name, and then stopped talking.

Gu Zehuan didn't sweat, but Su Zhiyun sweated a lot in silence. He didn't take the key away, and gripped the fruit knife tightly with his slippery palm, making it painful.

The landlord of the rental house where Gu Zehuan lived only provided one key. One time, Su Zhiyun came back early, and because he didn’t have a key, he waited for a long time at the door, and unknowingly fell asleep leaning against the threshold.

"Dong dong."

Su Zhiyun heard two sounds in his ears, he turned his head and saw a pair of snow-white sneakers against the door, and when he looked up, he saw Gu Zehuan.

When the other party saw that he was awake, he withdrew his feet.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"No keys."

Gu Zehuan didn't say anything, took out the key and opened the door.

He came back the next day with a new key.

Su Zhiyun looked at the new key in his hand for a while, and asked, "Can I have the old one?"

Gu Zehuan didn't say yes or no, but he took the old key out of the keychain and threw it into Su Zhiyun's hand.

"Aren't you going to do it yet?"

Tang Hong asked, he was looking straight at Su Zhiyun from the side.

Su Zhiyun suddenly came back to his senses, turned around and stabbed Tang Hong.

The blade cut across Tang Hong's hair, cut through his ear, and created a bright red wound. Tang Hong seemed to have expected it and avoided Su Zhiyun's actions.

"So you chose to kill me."

He laughed, fixed his eyes on the knife in Su Zhiyun's hand, and his smile deepened: "Then you must kill me, it is best to kill me, if you let me go soft-hearted, or if you don't do it cleanly, I may kill you." Will kill your brother, father, mother."

He thought about it, and suddenly proposed.

"Or in a gentler way, how about I go directly to the police station and surrender? Let your parents know the truth, okay?"

Tang Hong looked for the gap where Su Zhiyun was trembling, clenched his wrist, twisted it with his backhand, pushed him against the wall beside him, and smiled.

"But I really didn't expect you to have the guts to attack me."

The fruit knife fell from his hand and landed on the ground with a bang. Tang Hong kicked it aside, his tone still unhurried.

"Actually, it's not too strange. After all these years, there should still be some progress."

Su Zhiyun asked him to restrain him from behind, forcing him to raise his head.

Tang Hong clenched Su Zhiyun's hair tightly, and slammed his head against the wall seven or eight times. He licked so hard that blood immediately flowed down the boy's cheeks, staining his collar red.

He let go of his hand, and Su Zhiyun fell limply to the ground.

"You still can't do it, are you afraid of me? Don't you usually know how to fight? Why can't even me fight now?"

Although he was smiling, the smile in his eyes was not deep, on the contrary, he seemed a little disappointed. He squatted down, stretched out his hand and held Su Zhiyun's neck tightly, and the bright red bloodshot eyes swelled and spread slowly.

Su Zhiyun began to struggle, and Tang Hong recalled the time when he was in the town, he wanted to do this very much, and gradually became excited, breathing heavily: "Let the teacher teach you well."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his throat. He raised his hand to touch it, and when he wiped it away, it was wet and bright red.

At some point, Su Zhiyun caught the fallen fruit knife. A blood-red line condensed on the shiny blade, and a drop of blood fell from the tip of the knife, soaking the ground.

The wound was not deep, far from fatal, but the pain aroused Tang Hong's fighting spirit. He became more excited, wiped the wound on his neck, and clenched his fists. The original white shirt was stained with blood. He looked polite before.

Su Zhiyun's forehead and nose were bleeding, but he didn't wipe it off. He was sweating hotly on his back, mixed with painful cold sweat. His whole body was dirty, and there was a lot of damp heat.

"Are you so sure you can kill me?"

Su Zhiyun said: "I don't want to lose."

In the end, Su Zhiyun won. He sat on Tang Hong and grabbed his wet neck, which was so slippery that he couldn't hold it. The tip of his nose smelled of hot sweat mixed with fresh blood, steaming hot.

Tang Hong's glasses were shattered, his cheeks were covered with bruises, there were many knife marks on his body, and his white shirt was shredded into strands.

He looked embarrassed, without a bit of his previous gentleness and calmness.

The two wrestled for a long time. At first they had weapons, but later it was pure hand-to-hand combat. Su Zhiyun had better physical strength and gained the upper hand.

Even Tang Hong was amazed at the vitality of the other party, as if he didn't know the pain at all, even if he was hit by a steel pipe, he didn't blink or hum, but just clenched himself tightly, looking like he wouldn't die.

The air was gradually squeezed out by the opponent's palm, and the pain of suffocation covered the hot wound on his body. The wound in his throat was split open, and blood leaked out, moistening Su Zhiyun's palm. Tang Hong felt hot all over his body, and his face gradually turned purple.

He saw that Su Zhiyun's eyes were still black.

The strange thing is that even at this time, Tang Hong still didn't look very scared, his eyes even ooze out with the passage of time the rich and real tenderness like honey, he stared at Su Zhiyun, and stretched out his hand to stroke his cheek.

"Do you remember...the story I told...you before?" Because he was strangled, his words seemed broken, but his eyes were bright, and his voice became brighter and frightening: "The god Oedipus the king who killed his father and married his mother is the same as human beings... born with an Oedipus complex, that is, a patricide complex."

"Didn't you... ask me, where are my parents?"

Tang Hong swallowed a mouthful of blood foam with difficulty, and felt that Su Zhiyun's strength began to increase gradually with his words.

"My parents were killed by me..."

"You kill me now and let me become a part of you, I am very happy... because then you will never be able to forget me, and you will always live in my shadow."

The excessive blood loss made Tang Hong's eyes black and dark, and the joy was like the blood gushing out of his body, which made him excited and shuddered.

He couldn't tell whether he was feeling cold or hot, and his eyes were pitiful and complacent, with a smile on his face.

Su Zhiyun was his prey, his child, and his student.

But now, he will be an indelible painful memory of the other party, his soul will be deeply rooted in Su Zhiyun's bone marrow, and his spirit will reside in Su Zhiyun's body.

They are inheritance, two generations, and one person.

Blood sprayed on the boy's sleeve, and the body under Su Zhiyun's palm gradually lost its sound and stopped struggling.

He stared at the lifeless body, and he let go of his hands after a while. The blood stains on his fingertips were still fresh, sticking to his skin. Red palms.

"Su Zhiyun."

Gu Ze called him happily.

Su Zhiyun looked back.

"How long do you want to tie me up?"

He didn't look surprised at all, and his expression was the same.

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