The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Back then...you told me that Father Chinon wanted me to come here to find him!"

"You still don't admit it!"

Ian's illusory body continuously burst out with golden streamers because of hatred, and his face was almost blurred.

The old man's obsession was finally awakened by fear. He put his hands on the ground and began to shake his head hastily, his gray hair stuck to his face.

"Yes, I said it...but, but I didn't hurt you!"

"Someone, someone told me, as long as I bring you here, I can keep you, and you won't leave!"

"I just sent a letter, I just want to keep you!"

The old man's words went back to the original place again, he stretched out his hand to cover the dazzling golden light, and wanted to climb to Ian's feet, but in an instant, he heard an eagle's howl resounding above his head, and the old man looked up subconsciously, but he still Before he could see anything clearly, he felt a sharp pain in his right eye.

"what--"

The goshawk with dark feathers swung its wings and swooped down from the air. With its sharp beak like a hook, it pecked out the old man's eyeballs, and threw it at Ian's feet along with the torn blood.

But Ian didn't even want to look any further. The golden flames overflowing from his body illuminated the group of statues, and then pushed gently towards the seemingly endless darkness, the wine cellar door covered by illusions , just like that was pushed away.

Qi Chensheng glanced at the goshawk hovering behind Ian, and walked in with Wang Luan supported.

Ian's consciousness is not so clear anymore, he drifted in the wine cellar like a wandering soul, passing rows of racks with huge oak barrels, and kept repeating in his mouth——

"Where am I, where am I..."

"Where did you hide me..."

"Where is my body..."

This murmur was almost turning into the howl of a resentful ghost. Wang Luan pressed tightly on the tattoo under his collarbone. What he felt from there was not only the burning pain, but also the grievance and hatred in Ian's heart. meaning.

Ian's voice became more and more shrill, and the goshawk behind him couldn't bear it anymore. In the golden afterglow, it spread its wings full of sharp feathers, whizzed and fanned the hurricane like a blade, and shuttled unstoppably Over all wooden frames.

Where the gust of wind passed, the heavy side cover of the wooden barrel was knocked off, and the bright red wine flowed out instantly, converging into a river of blood on the ground paved with stone bricks.

Ian was floating on the blood river, like a real ghost, looking around the edge of each oak barrel, looking for his own corpse.

"Where……"

He laughed, he cried, and his voice echoed in the cold wine cellar.

"Where……"

The oak barrels in the wine cellar had been piled up for many years, Wang Luan was very anxious watching Ian looking for them one by one, and couldn't help holding Qi Chensheng's hand.

Qi Chensheng didn't want to procrastinate any longer, so he tapped the gentleman's stick in his hand and attracted the goshawk back.

He didn't say anything, just squinted at the old man who was almost soaked in wine, the goshawk immediately understood, swooped down from mid-air, pierced the old man's shoulder with its sharp claws, and led him to circle around. superior.

"Ah - let go, let me go!"

The old man screamed, but the pain in his shoulder made him dare not move his upper body. He could only kick his legs in despair. Like a piece of dry bacon, he was caught in front of Ian by the goshawk and threw it hard again. Under the wooden frame, several wine barrels were knocked over.

Blood flowed from the old man's mouth and nose, he struggled in the wine, but the wine choked into his lungs again, the scorching pain and the crisis of suffocation tormented him, and he couldn't even wish for death.

Ian's reaction was still a bit sluggish, but he also realized that the old man was thrown down. He didn't bother to create any illusions, and under the gentle golden light, he ruthlessly strangled the other man's neck.

"Where is my body?"

The old man's face was smeared with blood, and the will to survive instinctively drove him. Enduring the severe pain, he raised his arm and pointed to an inconspicuous corner in the wine cellar.

Ian followed his hand to look over, and unconsciously let go of the old man's neck, allowing him to fall into the wine, splashing bloody water.

He just looked at it like that, his thin body stood between the tall wine racks, he was dazed for a long time, and then he walked slowly towards the corner.

There was a wooden barrel, which was placed alone on the high shelf. Although the lid was lifted by the goshawk just now, not a drop of wine flowed out.

Ian finally reached the side of the barrel. He stretched out his hands, clumsily grasped the edge of the barrel, and took out his body from it with great care.

Qi Chensheng was already prepared in his heart, he wanted to cover Wang Luan's eyes, but Wang Luan pressed his hand and shook his head silently.

His bond with Canary made him almost feel all the pain of Ian. This kind of torture has existed for too long, and he wanted to see with his own eyes that Ian had found his result.

The corpse was trapped in the wine barrel, as if it had been deliberately embalmed. It was twisted and curled up into a small ball. Although the flesh was not rotten, it was dry and tightly attached to the bones.

The boy's once pretty face had become ugly and terrifying.

But Ian still hugged him tightly. There were no tears in his eyes, only holes overflowing with broken gold. He told the events of the year intermittently.

At that time, he was almost defenseless against the old man guarding the grave behind the church. The other party lied to him that Father Chinon was waiting for him in the wine cellar, so he believed it.

Ian never expected that Father Chinon asked him to meet here in order to respond to his feelings.All he wanted was a decent farewell.

But when he came here, it was not Father Chinon who was waiting for him, but another tall man with a black cloth covering his face.

Ian finally realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but he watched helplessly as the door of the wine cellar was closed by the old man from the outside, and he was strangled by the man...

Desperate, painful, and humiliated, Ian struggled and overturned the wine barrel. The man was so strong that he pressed his head firmly into the wine, forcing him to swallow until he was drunk.

He was locked in this wine cellar for a full thirteen days. The wine liquid paralyzed his pain, and finally brought him a beautiful phantom at the moment of dying.

The sun shone through the thick stone bricks into the cold wine cellar, and the brilliant leaves of the sycamore tree were covered with the old piano. He turned into a small bird, spreading its wings full of golden feathers, Fly out of the dark underground through the wooden door.

He escaped all the pain, and even temporarily forgot those hatreds.

——Until it was discovered by Wang Mingsheng, Yinhua became a holding demon.

Ian hugged his corpse and knelt on the ground, but the golden light on his body gradually dimmed, and finally turned back into a little canary and merged into the corpse.

The goshawk spread its broad wings in mid-air, and the dark feathers fell silently one after another, covering Ian's body layer by layer, and finally turned into a black blanket.

Wang Luan let out a long breath of relief, wanting to carefully sort out the emotions from Ian, but then felt the exhaustion of his body again, and was embraced by Qi Chensheng.

But when he was about to think about how to bury Ian's body, he was surprised to find that Qi Chensheng's goshawk holding the demon turned into a handsome man. (Don't get me wrong, it's not the one who killed Ian back then!)

That's right, it was only then that Wang Luan suddenly remembered that although Goshawk had always appeared in the form of an eagle, he was also a demon in essence, and he was once a human being during his lifetime.

Qi Chensheng was not surprised by this, he wrapped his arms around the body of the person in his arms, patted Wang Luan's back comfortingly a few times, and then narrowed his gray eyes and looked at his holding demon.

The man who turned into a goshawk bent down, with a somewhat flirtatious brow and eyes, full of dignity and love, carefully picked up Ian's body covered with black cloth, and then walked towards the door.

Wang Luan has been watching him, recalling the past few months, Goshawk and Canary got along, and gradually understood something in his heart.

And when the man passed them by, he suddenly opened his mouth and said to Qi Chensheng: "You promised, I can mention three things."

Qi Chensheng still squinted his gray eyes, looked at him for a long time, then nodded,

"I want him." The man hugged Ian's body and said without a trace of hesitation.

"I don't care what I say," this time Qi Chensheng didn't agree to him, the gentleman's staff appeared in his hand again, knocking on the ground dripping with liquor, and said flatly: "You have to ask him."

The man was silent, he looked down at the corpse in his hand, and said after a while: "Okay, I see."

Then he walked out with Ian in his arms. The wine cellar that had trapped him for many years quickly disappeared into darkness.

It was already halfway through the night, and when Qi Chensheng supported Wang Luan and finally returned to the ground, the autumn moon had already fallen towards the western sky.

Wang Luan raised his head slightly, letting the cold moonlight shine on his face, as if this could wash away the filth in his heart.

The matter of the canary finally took a crucial step. Ian found his body and remembered everything he had experienced before his death.

Now, in front of them, only the last question remained.

Who was the person who waited for Ian and killed him in the wine cellar that night?

In fact, the answer is already very clear. A tall man, who is familiar with the structure of the church, knows where the secret wine cellar is, can observe the old man's evil intentions, and even knows that Ian is about to leave.

Excluding the orphans who were also teenagers back then, although Wang Mingsheng came to the neighborhood for unknown reasons, but Wang Luan knew that he was not interested in molesting teenagers, and Ian was sure that it was not Father Chinon, so the only thing left was -

"Ninth brother, it's almost over." Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan, lowered his head and kissed his brow lightly, as if he wanted to kiss away his fatigue.

Wang Luan also reached out and hugged Qi Chensheng's neck, buried his face lightly on his shoulder, and murmured in response: "Yeah...it's finally coming to an end."