A charming and dangerous character

A Rottweiler is swallowing its tongue, and the saliva carrying a large number of microorganisms is constantly secreted out along with its movements.

This ferocious but extremely loyal hunting dog originated from ancient Europe. Its adult height is only about 63-69 cm, but its weight can be no different from that of a mature human male.Therefore, compared with this hound, the thin young man kneeling on the carpet who was about the same height as it looked more like a delicious "dessert".

And now the Rottweiler is staring at the young man in front of him - or rather, an existence that makes him feel that it will cause harm to its owner.

But the expression on the thin young man's face was quite calm, without showing the slightest discomfort from being stared at by the fierce dog, as if the hound standing in front of him salivating was just a pet dog kept at home, and the young man's gaze was always not far away Everywhere was randomly thrown on the black clothes on the ground.

His consciousness was quickly recalled by a middle-aged man who kept approaching him.

The middle-aged man who was originally sitting behind the heavy solid wood desk suddenly got up and walked to the side of the young man. He knelt down on one knee and picked up a small square object that radiated a dark metallic light from the carpet.

"...you actually know how to use a voice changer," the middle-aged man said with a smile, "Let me see what other good things you have hidden in your room—"

The middle-aged man put the voice changer in his hand and played with it gently, while his other hand was also slowly groping and rummaging on the carpet—but this simple action made the young man kneeling on the ground Inexplicably, what the middle-aged man reached into was not the pile of clothes on the ground, but his body.

That big hand was also brushing his internal organs carefully in his body, and then turned his heart, liver, spleen and stomach upside down and messed up.

But the young man still held back the unstoppable trembling in his heart, even the urge to destroy everything.

He had no choice but to let his thoughts out again, try not to look at the man beside him, but put all his attention on the surrounding environment.

This is a luxuriously decorated, magnificent room that looks like an exquisite birdcage-it is underground and hidden, there is only one entrance and exit here, and you will not see any windows or reflective glass inside. It is equipped with sponge cushions with super sound insulation effect, and the ground is also covered with a blood-red carpet with radio function-no matter if you shout for help or howl with all your strength, I am afraid that the people passing by outside will not be able to hear you without exception.

Perhaps, to be more accurate, this place can also be called a luxuriously decorated "secret room".

The middle-aged man finally stopped searching in his hands, because he had already seen the fear and hopelessness he expected in the eyes of the young man.So, he put down the voice changer in his hand, and gently attached his big hand to the young man's plump head.

"I just hope you can understand that nothing is out of my control, my son—" The father caressed the young man's hair full of vitality and yet disobedient. At this time, he was like all the fathers in the world Similarly, looking at his son was full of kindness: "Including your past, including your future."

The young man didn't make any response, maybe even the breath under his nose didn't change.He also knelt there with his legs like every time, like a sensible pet dog being stroked by its owner, quietly listening to his father's teachings.

And this father felt the obedience from his son, so generously he decided to turn over this insignificant little mistake in time, so as not to affect the relationship between father and son: "That's it, but we have to agree in advance, we will not be an example. No matter what you want to do in the future, you must discuss it with me before taking action, and I can treat this incident as if it never happened."

"So, you'd better restrain yourself." The middle-aged man is like a keen old fox living in the forest. Even though the sky above his head has not changed in any way, he still smells danger from the air: "The 'day' of City S may be changing recently."

"Everything else should be done according to what I said to you before - this is not only for me, but also for your future. Before the accident happens, I don't want to see you violate the principles that have been established between us .”

Then, the middle-aged man stood up from the carpet. He clapped his hands and called the loyal Rottweiler to come to him: "Go back after you 'confess' yourself in the silent room today, remember to go with me tonight attend parties."

Under his father's gaze, the young man silently sat down on the chair in the corner.Then he deftly put one of his hands in the handcuffs of the side armrest, and then stuck two octopus-like tentacles on the quadriceps of the arms on both sides, and finally pressed the other hand Awesome red button.

An indescribable numbness from the nerve endings quickly passed through all the veins of the young man's body. Even the portraits of celebrities hanging on the walls seemed to have seen his trembling at this time.

Before leaving this silent room, for some reason, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that the obedient silhouette of his son today was very similar to his long-dead wife—but the man thought about it carefully, but found that he wanted to do it no matter what. I can't recall the face of the child's biological mother.

And the son sitting on the torture chair, even though he was being punished, still maintained that state of silence, watching his father turn and leave.

I can't count how many times this is the punishment.

Since he was a child, whenever he made a mistake the size of a grain of rice, he would crawl at the feet of the man he had always hated and even wanted to eat his flesh in such a humiliating posture that was worse than a dog.

When wave after wave of electric current passed through the young man's body deftly and quickly like a snake, the appearance of his mother before his eyes, who had long been immune to this kind of pain, appeared in front of him.

Mother should have died in the winter of a certain year.

In her memory, she was still the one who was tortured to the brink of death, but still pretended that she was just sick in bed in front of others.

When the mother left quietly, it was just like the appearance she showed in front of people when she was alive.

The young man couldn't remember exactly when his mother died.

He only remembered that when he found his mother passing away inside the house alone, a brightly colored and large-scale fireworks shone outside the window, and filled the entire sky in an instant.

—that was the salute fired by the father and the guests to celebrate the success of a certain project.

It seemed to be celebrating the departure of the silent woman.

And this woman is also the only person in the world who sincerely treats young people well.

It was also from that day that the youth began to hate the part of his father's genes that flowed in his body.

If he could, he even wanted to destroy all the people who carried this criminal gene without hesitation!

However, when another electric current passed through his body, the young man seemed to have seen a grand fireworks blooming in a scale no less than the year his mother died.

Then another emotion emerged in the young man's heart, which was completely opposite to the previous one, and it also gave him an idea of ​​excitement.

Because it suddenly occurred to him——

These damned evil genes, like the electric currents passing through his body, have long been "scattered" into the wombs of different women in different places by his dear and affectionate father in the name of love and reproduction.

Youth are by no means the only ones affected by this gene.

But he can become a massacre who can completely wipe out this "criminal" gene.

As with all fathers of newborns.

At first Qiu Chuyi stood in front of the crying Qiu Chuchu, looking at the baby in the cradle completely at a loss.

He would rather choose those boring and boring jobs than continue to stay by the side of this kind of incommunicable little guy.

But now, ten years will pass in a flash, and he has naturally brought himself into the role of "father"-even though Chu Chu is not his own flesh and blood but his half-sister, even if the little girl has Many characteristics are similar to Jiang Nanxi... However, these have not affected the stable relationship between the two of them who have established mutual dependence and trust over the long years-Qiu Chuyi is also completely immersed in this role-playing.

Thinking that the innocent and lovely little girl might be lying on the sofa, waiting for her father's return, Qiu Chuyi couldn't help speeding up her steps again, carrying the food she bought in her hand, and striding towards the door of the unit.

Just when the pair of black men's short boots were about to step into the hard concrete floor of the corridor, Qiu Chuyi's figure suddenly froze and stopped abruptly on the spot.

He put the bag of fresh ingredients bought for the little girl in his hand in a safe place behind him, and then said in a deep voice:

"Come out. I noticed you following me just now."

In fact, Qiu Chuyi had long noticed the little guy who was quietly following behind her.

Soon, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old heard Qiu Chuyi's words, and immediately came out from a dark corner behind him.When the boy approached, his footsteps were quiet, like a cat walking in the night.

"I mean no harm..." he whispered.

When Qiu Chuyi saw the boy's face, he didn't show any surprise on his face—because Qiu Chuyi had already guessed just now that the one who was following him was rescued by him and Cheng Ye that day, but in the end, he and Cheng Ye were rescued together. The boy who disappeared.

The child's face was exposed to the sun and hadn't completely escaped from immaturity. His cheeks were a little reddish from the cold weather outside because there was no cover. Light texture.

It seemed that he had something anxious to tell Qiu Chuyi.

The little boy didn't know how to explain his reason for stalking to the man with keen senses and athletic skills: "I'm not a thief, and I don't want to steal your wallet." He was afraid that the other party would misunderstand his motives: "I just... ...By the way, I met you the other day, and I just came here today to remind you..."

Seeing that Qiu Chuyi did not show disgust towards him like others did, but just stood there calmly and self-possessedly, the little boy said: "Those people who were beaten away by you and your companion last time, they seem to be looking for A chance to take revenge on you—”

While describing at a fast speed, he danced with his hands and feet, as if he wanted to save Qiu Chuyi from the fire: "Do you think you want to leave City D with your companions for a few days? Last time those people... those people are the bosses of City D My son's men, they are very powerful, I don't want you to offend him like me. Actually... Actually, as long as they hit me a few times, they will be able to vent their anger. You should come back at that time and you will not be found by them for a few days Trouble..."

Qiu Chuyi stood there all the time, looking at the little boy's high and swollen left arm with a peaceful and quiet face—there was a very abrupt bulge in the middle of this thin arm, which should have been broken by those people that day. Money to go to the hospital for treatment can only be the result of letting it grow freely in this way-of course, this is also the price of "being hit by them a few times" in the mouth of the little boy.

But he didn't take the little boy's kind reminder to heart, but asked him first: "Why did you just leave that day?"

The little boy's rapid-fire tone just now stopped immediately, as if even the anxious expression was condensed on that surprised little face—maybe he didn't expect that Qiu Chuyi would have the leisure to ask other questions .

But the little boy hesitated for a moment, and finally said in a low voice, as if a little shy: "I... I'm not very good at saying 'thank you' to people in person..."

This reason reminded Qiu Chuyi of something from the past.

——Because you are not good at thanking people, you choose to express it with practical actions?

It seems that this is a very cost-effective deal.Qiu Chuyi thought with a little interest in his heart.

And at the moment when he saw the little boy coming out of the corner just now, Qiu Chuyi couldn't help thinking of the boy who also didn't choose to thank him in person but used practical actions to protect him a long time ago.

"Thank you for your reminder." So, Qiu Chuyi bent down and squatted down, looking directly into the bright black eyes of the little boy: "But, he and I—we will not leave here."

Then he took all the cash he had left in his pockets and stuffed it like Christmas candy into the boy's jacket pocket.

"Your arm problem is very serious, and the money should be paid for the hospital at the end." Qiu Chuyi easily stopped the little boy from taking money out of his pocket to give him again: "You should accept it, because these Money means nothing to me, but your broken bones mean something else—unless, you don’t want your arm later.”

If before the little boy came, he planned to be misunderstood by Qiu Chuyi or even chased away as a hooligan, then when he appeared in front of this man, things seemed to be going in a direction he never expected not return.

So, those obsidian-like eyes blinked at Qiu Chuyi puzzledly, completely unaware that the man in front of him was actually passing him, expressing his sincerity to the young man standing behind him without hesitation Thanks.

After the figure of the little boy gradually disappeared from the field of vision, Qiu Chuyi, who was standing still, picked up the food bag in his hand and continued to walk upstairs.

The sound of regular footsteps coming from his ears gradually resonated with his heartbeat, but the simple rhythm was filled with an inexplicable vigor.

Of course, he would not choose to escape this time, and kept silent—a few years ago, he thought that as long as he buried his head deeply in the sand, those injuries would go away from him.

But in the end, he found that he had made a big mistake in the beginning.

Endless retreat and forbearance will only invite more brutal massacres by the enemy.

Even the gentlest lamb on the farm must constantly think of freedom and resistance.

Because that day will eventually come.