kiss the night

Vomiting is included in the sequelae of concussion, and Yan Zhao also knows this, but when he sees Si Qi, the young master who has always been aloof, coughing and filthy, he still can't help turning his head away.

Yan Zhao is not very good at describing the mood at this time.

When Si Qi saw the boy standing in the room, he didn't react immediately. In the past few days, his consciousness has not been sober. It seems that the fire did not only damage his body. And the spirit—his brain stubbornly repeated the scene of that day. In the crowded crowd, a strange man covered in blood but still laughing walked towards Yanzhao. The fire engulfed everything. The life of the black-haired boy It looked more vulnerable than ever.

He kept calling Yan Zhao's name, but no one answered him.

"Zhao...Zhao?"

This serious illness made Si Qi's voice extremely hoarse, like an old tree branch withered in winter, being stepped on and rubbed repeatedly under his feet.

Yanzhao looked at him with a complicated expression, not knowing how to speak, so he decided to use the most commonly used sentence pattern for patients: "You, how do you feel?"

"Not very good." Si Qi took the tissue handed over by the nurse, cleaned himself up, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the hospital bed, "I feel very tired, Zhao Zhao, I've been having the same dream, in the dream you dying."

Maybe it's because of his brain damage, but Yan Zhao always felt that Si Qi's speech was a bit unusual. For example, in the Si family's traditional education, parents never liked juniors saying "death" on their lips, let alone face to face. The living said that he dreamed that he was dead.

Yan Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Dreams are always reversed."

Si Qi let out an "um", and then the two people in the room fell into a long silence.

The doctors and nurses who came in pushed the trolley, came in and asked and checked Si Qi. After confirming that everything was normal after the surgery, they explained the relevant precautions to Yan Zhao in the ward, and then confirmed that the escort After the family members understood the situation, they left the ward again.

After the door of the ward was closed, Si Qi suddenly spoke again: "Zhao Zhao, maybe, I also dreamed about other things in my dream, things that I might have forgotten when I was young."

Yan Zhao didn't know why Si Qi insisted on clinging to the dream today, could it be because he had been in a coma for a long time?Did you have too many dreams, so you can't extricate yourself from the dream after waking up?

Out of humanitarian considerations, Yan Zhao thought that he should not raise objections at this time, so he had to follow Si Qi's words and ask what those dreams were.

Si Qi didn't answer his question immediately. On the contrary, he turned his head to Yan Zhao silently, his gaze was like a lake without waves, and he waved at Yan Zhao, intentionally easing the atmosphere between the two of them: " What are you doing so far away from me, sit down."

There was still no questioning in Si Qi's tone, even if he was sick, he still couldn't get rid of his habit of bossing people around for a while.

Taking advantage of Si Qi's inattention, Yan Zhao sighed. He actually wanted to say something to Si Qi, but it was obviously not the right time... Forget it, the patient is the biggest.

Thinking this way, Yan Zhao sat down beside Si Qi's bed.

The face of the person on the hospital bed was pale, and the beard on his chin had grown a layer of blue stubble because he hadn't taken care of it. Si Qi's appearance did indeed look like he had suffered a serious illness, but any acquaintance who came to see him would inevitably have a few bruises. He was very sympathetic, but Yan Zhao found that he couldn't move his eyes away from Si Qi's neck, the slender and fragile neck protruding from the hospital gown.

Whether it is an auditory hallucination, Yan Zhao seems to hear the sound of blood flowing under the thin layer of skin.

How is this going?

Yan Zhao swallowed, and forced himself to shift his gaze to Si Qi's face. Under Yan Zhao's gaze, the patient on the hospital bed seemed to be encouraged.Si Qi raised the hand that was not receiving the infusion, and it landed on Yan Zhao's hand. The warm palm that had just been taken out of the quilt suddenly stuck to the back of Zhang Bingliang's hand, and Si Qi subconsciously raised his hand.

"Zhao Zhao, why are you so cold?"

"Ah?" Yan Zhao came back to his senses. He quickly withdrew his hand and put his back behind his back. The expression on his face became more and more unnatural. He changed the subject abruptly, "What kind of dream did you just talk about?"

I don’t know if it’s because the illness will lower the IQ, or because the dream that Si Qi had had made him care too much. In short, after Yan Zhao asked to listen to more detailed things in the “dream”, Si Qi fell into his own world completely. .

"I think, I seem to dream about my childhood, when I was very young, maybe one or two years old, maybe I was sleeping...Anyway, I saw many model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, and felt the bed under me Slowly rocking back and forth, someone is talking." He coughed.

Yan Zhao frowned, and couldn't hold back his mouth: "Infant amnesia, under this academic concept, almost no one can recall what happened to him when he was a baby." No wonder Yan Zhao retorted like this, he just felt that today's Si Qi It's so weird, instead of pursuing Yan Zhao's whereabouts during his coma, he talked to him about such a mysterious concept of "dream".

"However, the existence of that kind of memory is so real." Si Qi opened his eyes, and he turned to Yan Zhao, "I can be sure that I heard some words, although it sounds outrageous, but I can be sure that they are probably Talking about vampire zombies."

Si Qi's last words fell, and Yan Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What did you say!"

Regarding vampires, or vampire zombies... Well, no matter how you call this blood-sucking creature, Yan Zhao has a lot of thoughts. After he confirmed Laurentine's identity, he first had a suspicion: If the Comparing it to the cave filled with prisoners, the cognition of every ordinary person is the shadow dancing on the wall. As a prisoner who walked out of the cave, Yan Zhao got a glimpse of the truth of one of the shadows, what will be waiting for him?

It is a complete subversion of the perception of the world.

It is like a butterfly flapping its wings in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River Basin in South America. A little fluctuation will lead to more things happening.

For example, the current situation: Si Qi, or rather, the Si family, seems to be not ignorant of matters related to vampires. Those creatures that once only appeared in European and American movies and myths and legends do indeed exist in the East. corresponding thing.

Yan Zhao couldn't help recalling the debate between Laurentine and the boy who liked to ask questions in the European history class. At first, he thought it was just an adjustment of the atmosphere after class. Now, it seems that Laurentine himself answered Every word has meaning.

And me, what am I?

Yan Zhao couldn't help asking another question in his heart.

After Si Qi told him about the dream, he fell asleep again. This fire may be an unprecedented disaster for this young master who has always been smooth sailing.

Yan Zhao was able to sit alone in the room and think carefully, his eyes fell on Si Qi's face, and he frowned tightly - if the Si family is indeed related to the vampire zombie, then what about Si Qi, Si Qi What will it be?

Yanzhao paced back and forth in the hospital, he felt as if he was suffering from a suspicious person, and began to involuntarily doubt everything around him.

However, before Yan Zhao could think more, the sudden hunger knocked him down again, this time the hunger was fierce, and Yan Zhao knew intuitively that it was not something that could be solved by mere meat, there was a The thoughts he had long buried in his heart intensified...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Yan Zhao held his breath in his throat, his vision was pitch black, and he passed out.

The night fell on the city of Renal again. This city with sufficient water vapor was filled with thick fog, and the accidental casualties happened one after another, so that there were very few pedestrians on the streets at night. Something inhuman is catching up.

In Red Moon Manor, His Royal Highness, who has always been low-key, got the investigation report on the Eastern World, and it took a long time to sort out this report.

"Humans communicate more and more frequently between the East and the West, but for us, time seems to be stuck in the last century. From this point of view, the long life does not seem to endow vampires with more wisdom." Laurentine sat Behind the desk, even though there are no guests in the room, he still sits upright.

Gilbert was at the other end of the desk, standing with his head bowed: "The top predators are more territorial. Only our lord realizes this is not enough to change the situation. This is not your fault."