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Gu Zehuan stood up, his wrists and ankles were so strangled by the rope, like bright red twisted ropes, tightening his skin.

He rubbed his wrist, not paying much attention.

"Go wash it, there should be a faucet outside."

Su Zhiyun was still rubbing his blood-stained fingers repeatedly, and after a while he realized that Gu Zehuan was talking to him, and walked slowly outside.

Sure enough, as Gu Zehuan said, not long after he left, he saw a simple cement pool next to the factory building.

The surrounding area is barren and overgrown with weeds. It seems that Tang Hong had expected it a long time ago and stepped on it in advance to find such a deserted place.

Su Zhiyun turned on the faucet, and the water flowed very loudly, and the blood that hadn't dried up quickly diluted, turned pink, and flowed out from the drain.

It was a dim place, he stepped on a few fallen leaves, washed his hands silently, the wound on his finger was soaked in water, and it hurt from the cold.

Su Zhiyun shook off the water stains on his hands, sniffed it under his nose, and seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell, then wiped his pants vigorously twice.

When Su Zhiyun went back, Gu Zehuan had already disposed of the corpse, his hands were wet and bloody, he glanced at Su Zhiyun.

The other party's face was already pale, but it was even more dazzlingly white in the night, making him look cold.

"Go around and see if there is a suitable place. It's better to be a little remote, a woods that no one frequents."

Su Zhiyun quickly understood what Gu Zehuan meant, he remained silent, turned around and walked out.

Not far from here, there happened to be a small forest with a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, which was rarely visited by people.

Thinking about it, this was something that Tang Hong had figured out, but the person who died was not Gu Zehuan, but himself.

Su Zhiyun remained silent and didn't say a word. Most of the things were handled by Gu Zehuan. He dealt with the corpse as neatly as Tang Hong had dealt with Xiaohua. He found a long-sleeved dress from the warehouse and asked Su Zhiyun to change it into it. He burned the original blood-stained clothes and the ID wallets on Tang Hong's body, and wiped away the traces.

The burning flames reflected on Su Zhiyun's face, swaying like a shadow, his hair was black, his eyes were also black, but his skin was pale, without any trace of blood.

Gu Zehuan took out his phone to check the time, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and handed it over.

The sparks flickered on and off in the night, spreading slowly.

After a while, Su Zhiyun seemed to realize that the cigarette was for himself, and reached out to take it.

Because of the heavy weight of the corpse that he had just carried, his fingers trembled slightly, and he couldn't get the right position a few times. He put it to his mouth and held it, then took a puff and exhaled warm white smoke.

Can't see his face in the dark.

"Smoking doesn't fill the lungs."

Gu Zehuan said that he also took one, lit it with the sparks of the smoke on Su Zhiyun's lips, took a slow breath, then exhaled a wisp of smoke from his lips, and covered the top with a layer of fallen leaves with his feet , said lightly: "It's far away from the city, so it's probably not easy to take a taxi. Let's go to the main road first."

This area is really remote, and it is close to the expressway around the city. A few private cars came, but they didn't stop.

Su Zhiyun wore long sleeves and was wrapped in the night wind. It was hot and cold.

Gu Zehuan lowered his head and smoked, the wind messed up his hair a bit, and he seemed careless.

The two stopped a taxi at nearly twelve o'clock.

Su Zhiyun has been smoking since the beginning, he smokes very slowly, just one by one, and asks Gu Zehuan if he runs out, Gu Zehuan doesn't stop him.

When the car arrived in front of him, Su Zhiyun extinguished the cigarette in his hand, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground and put them in his pocket.

The taxi driver was also surprised. After the two got into the car, they chatted with them one after another: "It's already this time, why are you young boys still not going home in this wilderness?"

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, and after asking the driver for a tissue, he wiped his fingers repeatedly, as if he felt dirty, which was a bit weird, and the driver couldn't help but look at him a few more times through the rearview mirror.

Gu Zehuan answered him: "We got lost around here, and the more we walked, the more we walked, but we couldn't wait for a taxi in this area, and it was getting dark before we knew it. Wait until now."

As if sensing his gaze, Gu Zehuan raised his head and glanced at him.

The driver immediately smiled and looked away from the rearview mirror.

What's the matter with these two men, they all look so scarred at night, I don't know if they are gangsters or hooligans, it's weird.

Even though he thought so, he echoed a few words with a smile: "Oh, that's quite unlucky, it's better not to come to this kind of place to play next time."

The driver sent them to the vicinity of the old city, and Gu Zehuan paid the money.

After getting out of the car, Su Zhiyun threw the cigarette butts that the two of them had smoked in his pockets into the trash can, and waited for Gu Zehuan to leave together.

As soon as the light in the living room was turned on, the little milk dog was lying on the ground silently, making no sound at all, as if it was dead.

Su Zhiyun stood motionless at the door, staring at the puppy in a daze.

Gu Zehuan walked past him, took a look at the puppy, picked it up and stuffed it into Su Zhiyun's arms.

"not dead."

warm.

The lower abdomen was pressed against Su Zhiyun's palm, and he could feel the subtle heartbeat.

Bang bang bang.

The little milk dog smelled the familiar smell, and it didn't look like it was motionless before. It started to react, and stretched out its tongue to lick Su Zhiyun's finger, as if it was hungry, opened its mouth to bite his thumb, and started to suck gently .

Gu Zehuan saw how hungry the puppy was.

"Did you buy milk powder?"

Su Zhiyun pulled out his licked fingers.

"Bought it."

"Then make him milk powder."

Gu Zehuan took off his shirt and threw it aside, went to the closet to find two sets of clothes, threw one set to Su Zhiyun, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Su Zhiyun was still holding the puppy, and touched its soft ears.

The puppy barked childishly a few times.

Su Zhiyun dug out the milk powder from the cabinet, boiled hot water, mixed it, tasted it himself, and fed it to the puppy after making sure the temperature was right.

The little milk dog was left alone at home. He was so hungry that he sucked on the pacifier desperately. His upper body stood up, and he only knew how to swallow.

After taking a shower, Gu Zehuan came out of the steaming bathroom. He wiped his hair and sat down on the sofa with a glass of water.

As soon as he approached, Su Zhiyun paused, his body tensed a little.

Gu Zehuan didn't seem to notice, he opened the disc and put it in the player, then sat back on the sofa.

The puppy crawling around squinted his eyes and climbed up to his knees in a daze. Gu Zehuan picked up the dog by pinching the back of his neck, held it in his palm, and squeezed his round belly.

The puppy told him to play with it over and over again, barking a few times.

Poor baba.

"Where did you pick up the dog?"

"Next to the powder shop downstairs."

"so."

Gu Zehuan replied again.

The movie was meaningless. After a long time, Su Zhiyun stood up again: "I'll rest first."

When he said this, a black shadow hit the nasal bone, and a layer of darkness fell down.

Gu Zehuan did not refute.

The unhealed wound was sore and painful when it was stimulated by hot water, and it was as hot as burning. Su Zhiyun didn't have many injuries on his face, but most of them were on his body.

He lathered the soap and washed the cuts carefully. The soap bubbles made the water dilute and flowed into each scab again.

The pain is thread upon thread, scalding and hot, and only penetrates into the bone. After a long time, it does not appear to be painful. It seems to be itchy and numb, as if tender flesh is about to grow from the wound immediately.

Su Zhiyun's breath gradually became heavy while taking a bath. He leaned against the wall, stretched out his wet hands, and bit his lips hard to prevent his voice from pouring out.

He also flushed the liquid in his palm, and the white color was quickly diluted and flowed down the tiles into the drain.

No matter what liquid it is, it is easily diluted clean.

Su Zhiyun turned off the shower and wiped the misty mirror. The mirror reflected a hazy figure with scars all over his body and bright red marks everywhere.

New wounds, old wounds, and black tattoos are like a canvas for malicious scribbling.

His lips were so dry that he had just bit them open, bleeding out, Su Zhiyun sucked the fishy smell, washed his face again, and went out dripping with water.

He only roughly wiped his hair with a towel a few times, tired and tired, and lay down on the bed when he was not too dry.

The living room was dark, and Gu Zehuan was asleep.

Su Zhiyun quickly fell asleep on the bed, and then fell into a dream.

The infirmary was dark and silent, and there was a baby crying at the end. He couldn't find the exit, so he walked along the tunnel to the only room.

The green-painted door was mottled with debris falling down. He didn't open it, but the door opened slowly without wind.

There was a figure inside, bowing his head to eat something, and it was crunching, Su Zhiyun stopped in his tracks and stopped moving forward.

But the man-eating ghost seemed to know what he was thinking, and suddenly turned around, the baby whose head had been gnawed off was still crying, and he was sucking the other's brain with relish, showing a bloody and rotten face.

It was Su Zhiyun's own face.

He woke up suddenly, and tasted the bloody smell in his mouth, as if it was not a dream or someone else who ate people, but really himself, and he vomited in a mess.

Su Zhiyun brushed his teeth for more than half an hour. He knew that this was a hallucination, a hopeless fantasy, but he still had a splitting and deafening headache because of his deranged nerves.

The smell of lime washing powder wafted from the tip of his nose, Su Zhiyun turned around suddenly, and saw Gu Zehuan standing by the door looking at him.

The other party also looked like he had just gotten up, his hair was still a little messy, and his clothes looked loose.

Su Zhiyun suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly, raised his head to kiss his lips.

Taste the peppermint.

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