he is collapsing

Wei Ningsheng stood on the street in a daze, where did he want to go?Why are you standing here?

Suddenly, two gunshots rang out.

Wei Ningsheng suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the opposite city government building in panic, and intuitively told him that something frightening was happening inside.

The gate of the city government, which has been closed for many years, suddenly opened, and several public officials ran out covered in blood.

"Killed! Killed!"

"Help!! Police!! Police!!"

"Run, run, run! Run, run!!!"

A man covered in blood pulled Wei Ningsheng: "Run away, why are you so dazed!! They're crazy! They're crazy!!"

bang.

Wei Ningsheng watched in horror as the man who was pulling him first staggered violently and bumped into his body, then stared at him and slowly slid down to the ground.

Wipe the blood all over him.

There was blood all over his hands and body.

Wei Ningsheng didn't know why he didn't escape. He stared blankly at the people chasing out from the gate of the city hall. Those people were holding guns with clips on them and laughing wildly.

"Let's go!"

One of them ran over and hugged him and trotted forward a few steps: "What? Are you scared? Haha, do you still like me now?"

Wei Ningsheng raised his head in a trance, that person had a face exactly like Zuo He's, but with his usual gentle expression, at this moment there was only extreme madness.

"Oh, don't be kidding, he knows what it means to like, and we will be worthy of his efforts when we give him a happy later hahaha!"

A group of crazy people hugged the ignorant Wei Ningsheng. Wei Ningsheng felt that he was not with them, but why did they put him in the middle?

The ground shook with a bang!

Wei Ningsheng almost lost his footing, he staggered and looked back, the city hall building was already submerged in flames.

The panic-screaming crowd running out of nearby buildings and the miserable dead bodies are everywhere, like ants, small and pitiful.

Why...why isn't he among the dead?

Wei Ningsheng didn't understand what happened, but at this moment he wanted to die with those who were killed.

The scene changed.

He was in an abandoned unfinished building, surrounded by a dozen people sitting scattered, and the person sitting on the paint bucket in front of him was Zuo He.

He heard himself say...

"Kill me, please kill me..."

Zuo He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows: "Do you still like me?"

"I like it." Wei Ningsheng shook his head crazily in his heart, but his body seemed to be controlled by another person: "I like it, I like it... Please kill me with your own hands, please..."

"No, boss! You're addicted to playing, hurry up and get rid of him, we're running out of time!"

"Haha!" Zuo He laughed loudly, ignoring other people's words, stretched out his hands stained with other people's blood to wrap around his neck, his eyes were filled with extreme arrogance: "I like it again."

"I like it." Wei Ningsheng felt his tears flow down: "I like you."

"Do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

Zuo He licked his sharp canine teeth: "Want to kiss me?"

"think……"

"Good boy..." Zuo He pulled him into the arms full of blood and gunpowder with force.

The moment the other party kissed him, Wei Ningsheng's blood was racing with excitement. After closing his eyes, Zuo He gave him not only the kiss that he dreamed of, but also a cold muzzle.

boom--!

***

Wei Ningsheng sat up abruptly, covered in cold sweat, and his black hair was wet on his forehead and temples.

Feeling a little dazed in his mind and not knowing where he was, Wei Ningsheng looked around, and the familiar and reassuring decoration gradually gave him a sense of reality.

This is... his and Zuo He's bedroom.

By the way, yesterday, yesterday Zuo He pressed him to death on the flower stand, then grilled fish for him to eat at night, and pressed him on the fishing chair again.

Then the two went back to the bedroom and messed around until midnight, and he fell asleep...

"Shengsheng, is this... a nightmare?"

Wei Ningsheng gasped and turned around suddenly, Zuo He was holding a book with a gentle face and was looking at him worriedly.

Breathing stagnated for a few seconds, Wei Ningsheng heaved a sigh of relief. He nodded but couldn't recover: "I was dreaming, a nightmare, and it was very scary."

As he spoke, he turned his head and got into Zuo He's arms, muttering with lingering fear: "I dreamed that you became a... a particularly terrifying person, and you seem to have killed me? Haha, it's so funny, how is it possible, how can I To have this kind of dream must be because I had too many times yesterday, and you have left me with a psychological shadow."

It's a pity that Wei Ningsheng didn't look up at this time, otherwise he would see Zuo He licking his canines thoughtfully, just like he dreamed.

Wei Ningsheng rubbed Zuo He's chest, and said softly: "You can say a few words, you can say anything, that dream is too scary, I'm still a little flustered."

"Hmm..." Zuo He put the book on the bedside, and patted Wei Ningsheng's back with the other hand: "I will tell you a fact that is more terrifying than a nightmare."

"Ah?" Wei Ningsheng raised his head in a daze.

Zuo He smiled gently: "Today is Tuesday, your company has an early meeting, and you are going to be late now."

"What!?" Reality slapped Wei Ningsheng coldly on the face, he grabbed his phone and looked, and he was 15 minutes away from being late.

At this morning meeting, he still has a task to demonstrate the company's new products to the bosses.

His eyes darkened, wishing he could go back to that nightmare just now, at least he didn't have to face this cruel reality.

Zuo He rubbed his dog's head: "Why don't you ask for sick leave?"

"What sick leave!" Wei Ningsheng lifted the quilt and dragged his lower body, which was almost crippled, and insisted, "Send me to the company! If I am late today, I will work overtime at the company tonight and won't come back!"

Zuo He looked serious, lifted the quilt and helped Wei Ningsheng get dressed, picked up his bag, picked up Wei Ningsheng and ran downstairs.

All kinds of speeding through red lights, and finally sent Wei Ningsheng to the door of the company during the working time.

Wei Ningsheng kissed Zuo He, took his bag and left in a hurry, his posture still unnatural.

No way, yesterday's posture on the fishing chair was too difficult.

As soon as he went upstairs, Wang Lin passed by him with a tablet computer: "Hey, you are finally here. I thought you always loved you so much that you were not allowed to go to work. Hurry up and see you in the conference room!"