The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

Everything was pitch black, and cold water was poured into the ears.So the sense of hearing was also deprived and left, but it was not quiet, but a noisy chaos. The turbulent waves were like countless hands pushing and pulling, and they slammed him into the sea. out to sea.

Air is poured into the nose and mouth, and the cells race against time to grab oxygen.But in the end waiting for them to end is still a dead end.

Mr. A seldom has such a long and detailed experience. This time, there is no possibility of turning around after death. The consciousness and coldness go away little by little. During the infinitely long time, he feels the unwilling cry of every cell in his body. .

But the shadow of death is still gradually solidifying, the starlight tens of thousands of light-years away is out of reach, powerless despair and unspeakable loneliness entangle him and bring him deeper into the darkness.

At the last moment, the vague consciousness urged him to stretch out a hand with all his strength, and he didn't understand why he did it. Maybe the sun in the illusion was too bright, making people feel that it was within reach.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the bright light of the overhead light, and a familiar face looking at him with concern.

The blond youth held his raised hand, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Mr. A reacted for a while, then shook his head first: "It's not a nightmare."

Then he glanced at the time and realized that he had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa. He half propped up his body with the other hand and yawned lightly, feeling his eyelids were heavy and unable to open them: "You Come back very late."

It was early in the morning, and there were only a few hours left before dawn, and he couldn't be completely blamed for falling asleep.

Toru Amuro did not speak, his eyes inspected the disguised face for a moment, and said, "This...is it made of waterproof material?"

Mr. A froze for a moment, he saw his own reflection in the purple-gray eyes of the other party——

The areas around the eyes have been wrinkled, and the color on them has faded, which looks like the skin of an amphibian.

! !

He gasped, sat up straight and wanted to take off the disguise, but Toru Amuro stopped him: "Let me help you."

The blond young man half-kneeled in front of the sofa, and gently lifted the mask without any characteristics. Below it was a face that hadn't changed at all for five years. The only thing that changed with time was his eyes. His fingers fell on the fragile neck. , the other party just rolled his Adam's apple lightly, obediently entrusting the vitals to his hands.

"There will be a pool party tomorrow night, and I will stay on the island for a day and a half after getting off the boat. If you can't go into the water, you can only stay on the beach and build sandcastles."

Mr. A recalled the experience he had dreamed just now: "It's actually not bad, I don't like water very much."

Building sandcastles sounds like fun too.

Amuro asked: "Did you learn swimming from Matsuda and the others when you were in Okinawa?"

Mr. A said with shame: "Yes, but until the end I was still at the stage of dog digging, and even Mr. Ida gave up teaching me."

Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help laughing at his funny pose.

It took him only a short time to go from not being able to swim at all to being able to master the direction of swimming.But as long as you change a different posture, you will be like a puppet out of control. You don't know where to put your limbs, and then you swallow a mouthful of water, and you are caught by Matsuda Jinhei who laughs until your stomach hurts.

It seems that a vegetative person who suddenly woke up after sleeping for more than ten years is recovering, and has received such an evaluation.

"It's because they don't know how to teach. That guy Matsuda didn't tell you something irresponsible like following instinct, did he? Sure enough, I'm not surprised at all." Amuro concluded, "My I thought you did that on purpose."

Mr. A and Matsuda Jinpei had a speed battle, and the former finally won with a skilled dog planer.Although it does not rule out the possibility that Matsuda Jinping lost his strength because of holding back his laughter.

"How could it be intentional!" Mr. A opened his eyes wide and leaned forward unconsciously. He excitedly defended his image, "You don't even know how much he went too far. He kept laughing at me, even when I won Still laughing afterwards!"

Obviously, he raced against the opponent for the sake of avenging his shame. Although he won, he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all!

Because of this, he was humiliated in front of many people, Mr. A was hit hard, and has been shrinking on land to fish since then.

Amuro laughed: "I know, it's really too much, I must teach him a lesson next time."

Mr. A felt like he was being treated like a child. After realizing his naivety, he blushed, "Forget it, I don't care about what happened so long ago. Have Matsuda and the others gone back?"

"Well, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Hiss, it's hard work.Good thing he's gone now.

Mr. A doesn’t want to recall how many times he was woken up in a dream and hurried to the scene of the crime. This kind of case is still a small case. The most amazing thing is that once there is a big case like serial murder, they will almost have to be under the watchful eye of the police. He spent several nights in a row sorting out information and tracking, and if ordinary cases were routine, then this kind of big case was a monthly occurrence, and the front-line criminal police in Tokyo were absolutely capable of doing it.

Toru Amuro said again: "If you don't like it, forget it. You still have injuries on your arm, so it's not suitable for you to touch the water."

He tore off the last bit of camouflage, and wiped the moisture from the end of the other's eyes with his fingertips. Mr. A closed that side of the eye because of his actions, subconsciously shrank back, and was caught when he raised his hand to rub his eyes , followed by a voice of disapproval from the other party: "Don't rub your eyes with dirty hands, be careful you will get keratitis."

Well, he can't knead with his hands himself, but you can do it with your hands. Mr. A slandered slightly, but obediently let go of his hand, and the water marks on the other side of his eye were also wiped away. He tried to open his eyes, but Amuro said helplessly: "No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to widen your eyes. It's swollen from crying, I'll get some ice cubes and apply a cold compress, and it will be fine soon."

Mr. A emphasized: "It's swollen from sleep."

"Hmm..." Toru Amuro didn't expose him, but just opened his arms, "Do you want to hug him?"

Mr. A struggled for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation.

Because the other party said before that he wanted to hug him, he was fulfilling Amuro Toru's wish!

He rushed over, but in a hurry, he didn't know the right direction. He hit the opponent's chest with his whole face, and even bounced it a bit, reminding him of the previous salty pig hand incident. Catch up, his face flushed.

Toru Amuro:  …

The atmosphere always feels inexplicably a little funny.

He circled the other party in a complicated mood, and pressed slightly against himself. The two of them were close to each other, and the two thin layers of fabric were almost non-existent. Mr. A's heartbeat far exceeding the normal frequency was clearly audible.

The blond young man's waist and legs moved from the ground to the sofa. Mr. A was turned around half a circle by his thighs. When he came back to his senses, he was sitting on the opponent's lap, with his knees separated, and his calves pressed against the sofa cushions on both sides. up.

Mr. A subconsciously grabbed the home clothes fabric on the opponent's back, his muscles tensed.

Because he was afraid that the missing target would be questioned by the police, the disguise was not removed, but the clothes were still changed. He is now wearing ordinary home clothes with short sleeves and shorts. The body temperature of the other party is transmitted through the thin fabric, and soon he will I was sweating all over, but my muscles and joints were inexplicably numb despite not being pressed anywhere.

He whispered: "I'm done hugging."

Amuro hummed, with a low nasal voice, as if the air was trembling, Mr. A swallowed: "Then let go, I'm going to take a bath."

The blond young man tightened his arms a little, and buried his face on the side of his neck. When he spoke, his breath spilled onto his skin, which made him subconsciously slow down his breathing: "But I haven't."

Mr. A froze for a moment, realizing that the other party was answering his last sentence.

There seems to be something wrong with Toru Amuro.He was vaguely aware of the other party's strangeness, but he didn't know where it was, so he could only vaguely guess that it might be because of Qiu Zeyao's death.

Although it is the same soul, it does look like two people on the outside, and it is difficult to connect them visually.

Maybe from Amuro Toru's point of view, the other party is really talking to two people...

If this is the case, isn't Qiu Zeyao the dead Bai Yueguang, who wants to compete with himself for favor?

No, no, probably not.

Mr. A couldn't control his thoughts for a while, but his heartbeat gradually stabilized. He pushed Toru Amuro's shoulder, and the other party obediently loosened the restraint, allowing him to get out of the tight embrace just now.

The young man's light golden eyelashes drooped low, his purple-gray pupils were half-hidden, his lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips curled down. He didn't say a word, and seemed to have said everything.

Mr. A's fingertips trembled, he pushed the arm on the opponent's shoulder for a while, and then exerted force firmly to open the distance.

Toru Amuro looked even more disappointed, with a feeling of grievance at the end of his eyes.

This expression is half truth and half false.

When he returned to the room, he noticed Mr. A who was sleeping on the sofa. He had one leg on the ground, his clothes were crumpled, and a part of him was stored under his body. His face was half turned towards the back of the chair, and he seemed to be sleeping. Very dishonest.

Toru Amuro changed his clothes and planned to transfer the person to the room, but when he approached, he realized something was wrong.

Leaving aside the pretense of soaking water around the eyes, the opponent's limbs twitched unnaturally, and occasionally made swinging movements. His clothes were deformed like this, and his breathing was also very strange. He would only gasp after holding his breath for a long time After a while, the expression was extremely calm, or more appropriate to say dead silence, like a person accepting the ending, waiting for the established fate to come.

Toru Amuro hesitated for a moment whether to wake him up.Before he could make a decision, the other party suddenly raised a hand and made a movement to grab something. He held it subconsciously, the tentacles were cold, and immediately met the other party's opened eyes.

He asked if he had a nightmare, but he already knew in his heart that the other party might have dreamed about Qiu Zeyao's experience in the sea.

Death is definitely not a good experience, not to mention being wounded and falling into the sea at night, the feeling of oppression in the dark, the feeling of suffocation that follows you everywhere, the despair of being powerless to resist, the feeling of being pulled away from life little by little, and even the pain is numb, it is a psychological shadow. It is not an exaggeration to say that the average person may suffer from PTSD as a result.But most people only experience this once in their lifetime.

He has been observing Mr. A, but the other party's performance is ordinary, his actions are smooth, and his emotions are extremely stable.So I made a lot of preparations but it didn't come in handy.

Obviously half of himself died, but Mr. A acted like nothing happened—no, not really, the other party paid special attention to his reaction.

Was Qiu Zeyao so calm when he fell into the sea and was on the verge of death?

Now he knew the answer, yes.

Like a pool of stagnant water, despair and fear didn't make many ripples on it, and soon returned to silence.

Human beings' fear of death is instinctive, even those who seek death will instinctively fear when they are infinitely close to death.

But the other party violated this instinct, he opened his eyes, the gray pupils were dazed and in a trance.

The only thing is that he didn't have the negative emotions that he should have, and it only took a short time to realize the situation at this time. If it weren't for the water marks on his eyes, no one would think that he was still drowning in a dream just now.

What made his eyelids swell was probably the physiological tears brought about by suffocation.

Toru Amuro grabbed his cold hand, as if catching a ray of wind that would dissipate at any time, he suspected that the other party would also be like an invisible wind, coming suddenly and leaving without warning.

He buried this uneasiness and worry deeply in his heart, and only showed half-truth and half-false loss and grievance.

The invincible trick encountered Waterloo this time, and the opponent just paused for a moment, and then firmly left from his arms.

A pair of slightly warm hands brushed aside the blond hair on his forehead, and the shadow came down. He subconsciously closed his left eye, and there was a warm touch on the eyelid.

Mr. A backed away quickly, turned his face away, and got up from his lap, "It's really getting late, it's better to take a shower and go to bed early."

Droopy eyes are just too lethal.

Although he didn't really want to end this hug, but if he continued, he would definitely face a more extreme social death than the previous salty pig hand was discovered.

This is the so-called Tomb of Heroes in Gentle Township, nodding with conviction.JPG.

He regretted that he was not strong-willed, and was about to go to the bathroom in desperation, but he took it back when he didn't come. The arm that was pressing on the sofa to support his body was suddenly caught, and a force twisted his center of gravity, and he fell to the bed on the sofa. Amuro Toru, at the very moment, raised his leg to press on it to stabilize his body. The other party had already let go of his wrist, and raised his hand to pull him into his arms.

"Wait..." Mr. A was shocked by the unexpected touch on his lips, subconsciously leaned back to dodge, but was stopped by the expected palm on the back of his neck, and was even pressed further towards the other party, his lips pressed together tightly, Soft, wet objects slipped in.

He still remembered his position at the beginning, but at some point, he grabbed the fabric on the blond young man's chest with his rejecting hand, and instead pulled him closer to him.

The tingling feeling climbed up his spine, tightly entangled his reason, and the gradually clear feeling of suffocation was different from the previous pain, but closer to a certain kind of pleasure, which made him stretch his body unconsciously and move closer to the other party.

Toru Amuro backed away before he could catch his breath. The black-haired boy gasped for breath, and then his vision blurred. He thought he was dizzy, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was pushed against the sofa with Toru Amuro covering him. , palms poked in from under the hem of the clothes.

Mr. A's brain was still in a dull state due to the lack of oxygen just now, and he was at a loss by the flames lit up everywhere. The shadow of Toru Amuro completely enveloped him, and he felt very oppressive. If the other party really wanted to do something, he would have nothing to do. Doubts cannot be resisted, not only because they cannot be defeated, but also because he may turn against him halfway.

The blood concentrated to his head and lower body, and he felt that he should try harder.But after thinking about it, he was actually not at a loss, his body bowed subconsciously, as if he was about to escape, or he seemed to be sending him to the door, grabbing the other party's hand buried on his chest and head, and it stopped there, not knowing where to go Which side to use force.

His head was in a mess, all kinds of thoughts were tangled together, but he couldn't figure it out.

Toru Amuro finally stopped his hands. He panted heavily, propped up his body, and lowered his eyes to look at the person below. A drop of sweat hanging on his jaw was finally free for a short time. Finally, he fell to pieces on the boy's chest, and the person breathed He was also confused, his eyes were a little dazed, and he asked him as if he didn't react: "Aren't you going to continue?"

"Sorry..." Amuro leaned over and kissed his eyes lightly, "Do you want to continue?"

Mr. A came back to his senses all of a sudden, what happened just now was played back in his mind in a panorama, and there was another sentence, don’t you continue? It made him bounce out from under Toru Amuro like a spring, and hurriedly pulled down the clothes piled up under his neck. , Thousands of words stuck in the throat, and finally turned into a sentence.

"Why are you so proficient?"

Amuro, who sat up next to him, was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head: "Huh?"