Wanjie takeaway

This is an unfinished building that has long been abandoned.

Not a good place to kill people and bury their bodies.

But certainly a good place to die alone in the dead of night.

He chose this place, or this place chose him.

The tall building is inviting him to enter.

He stepped onto the 21-storey top floor.

There is no one else here, it is very quiet, so quiet that the stories in my heart are more painful than usual.

It was very windy, perhaps because it was too high, and it was also very cold.

His clothes were half dry and half wet, rattling by the wind, his whole body gave off an unpleasant stench, and his walking was already unsteady.

There will be no passers-by here, there is no buffer below, and the ground can be seen at a glance, just like tall buildings rising from flat ground.

Looking down from the top, it is a bit dizzy. He knew that he had a fear of heights, but he still chose this place.

No one else, this is a good place.

He was almost half-bent and was about to fall on the ground, pounced, and would have crawled over if he was a step too late.

There was no one else here, his whole body was stiff with cold, but his mood could be regarded as relaxed.

"finally reached."

He let out a contented sigh.

The upper body jumped out, and the lower body immediately fell out.

There was no sound.

The whistling wind was no different from other times.

Falling from top to bottom, he felt the howling wind in his ears, he closed his eyes, and deceived himself with luck: it was just——

The wind tonight cried for me, enough to make this trip worthwhile.

No one comes here.

He passed out.

The gourmet shop appeared near the first floor. Sensing that there seemed to be someone above, Wei Jiaojiao opened the roof and told Wei Dao.

Wei Dao didn't expect the guests to come directly to the door this time. Looking up, the place seems to be very high, so he said: "Those who fall here tonight will be safe."

Before the voice finished speaking, the man had already landed, and the roof of the gourmet restaurant was open, just in time to catch him.

Wei Jiaojiao controlled the gourmet restaurant to put the person on a chair on the first floor, and checked the situation by the way.

"Master, his body is running a high fever, and nearly half of his soul has been scattered. If he hit the ground just now, he would have turned into a vegetable if he didn't die. He seems to be in a dream now, should you go and see?"

Wei Jiaojiao reported the truth.

Wei Dao glanced at the other party and closed his eyes: "I'll go and see in his dream."

Wei Jiaojiao obediently lay on the side: "Oh."

This is a gray dream.

It's not a beautiful and extravagant gray, but a decadence that is cloudy and dull without vitality.

Wei Dao searched and appeared in front of the other party.

The man seemed unaware that he was dreaming.

He also forgot what he just jumped from the tall building.

He's worrying about his nightmarish past.

No wonder they are stuck here, no one can remain indifferent to their past.

Unless there is no memory and emotion at all, it doesn't matter whether it is touched or not.

"Hello."

Wei Dao tentatively greeted.

The other party looked up and saw Wei Dao, startled for a moment, then quickly raised his lips to make a socially necessary polite response and smiled: "Hello."

Wei Dao pretended to be curious and asked, "What's your name?"

"Me? Fu Feng."

The other party smiled, looking a little shy, obviously very bad at dealing with it.

His acting skills are not very good, and he doesn't feel happy or fond of strangers.You can't even lie to yourself.

After talking with Fu Feng for a while, Wei Dao felt that Fu Feng seemed to let his guard down, so he began to change the subject.

At the beginning, they talked about living habits and love life, and then talked about more real life information related to the past, poured bitterness on each other, comforted each other, their mood was slightly stable, and they felt better than before. The other party is my confidant in the world, and I can say more.

There is a saying in "Ming Xian Ji Qi Yan Ji", as the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine is less than a thousand cups of wine, and more than half a sentence is not speculative.

Wei Dao proposed a jar of wine without Fu Feng behind his back, Fu Feng glanced at it, and smiled pleasantly: "You still carry this with you?"

Fu Feng looked at Wei Dao with admiring and envious eyes, felt a little bit wronged, and praised: "You are really nice, you still have wine, and the wine bottle is so beautiful, it must be very expensive, you are much richer than me."

He restrained his hand that wanted to drink, just stared at the wine bottle, reluctant to take his eyes away for a moment, reluctantly, sighed, smiled self-deprecatingly, and thought: How can I get my hands on other people's things? ?Although it's a good thing, it's not mine, just look at it.

Wei Dao opened the lid and glanced at him, then said with a smile, "Can I let you watch me eat alone?"

As he spoke, he took out two more cups, the tentacles were warm and the texture was precious, and it didn't look like something made of resin plastic at first glance.

"Since we are already friends, it is only appropriate to drink this wine together, otherwise, what would it look like?

It's not that I'm trying to cause damage, just to make you cry, and then I won't be able to be friends with you in the future. "

Wei Dao sighed and spoke, and handed the cup filled with seven or eight parts of the wine to Fu Feng.

Fu Feng took it, looked at it, and drank it down. I don't know if the alcohol dissipated quickly in his body, and his face turned red immediately, his eyes became more and more sad, as if he was half asleep and half awake, and he was about to pierce the window paper. It looks like many things.

His expression looked like he was about to cry on the spot.

Wei Dao patted Fu Feng's shoulder reassuringly: "It's okay, let's drink, after drinking this jar, I'll play a game with you.

Let's have a good time, don't think about unhappy things, here, do whatever you want. "

Fu Feng's eyes were red and there were no tears. When he heard the voice, he looked at Wei Dao. It was obvious that he had fallen into the memories again. His eyes were fierce, and he almost erected countless spikes to defend himself. His aggressiveness was stronger than before. Breathing A little hasty, seeing Wei Dao and the past at the same time, sneered and asked deliberately: "According to this, can I let you die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands to cover his face, lowered his head, a sob escaped from his throat, his breathing was heavy, as if it was in pain, his palms were soon wet, and many tears flowed from his fingers, it seemed They were about to form a ball, so they hid under the cabinet of the desk next to them and hid themselves before giving up.

He didn't tremble, he seemed calm, so calm that he loathed him, he wished that he wasn't calm at this time, it would be better to look weak and pitiful, although incompetent, he was just sick, not hopeless, not intentional For this reason, not abnormalities and nervous attacks.

There was nothing he could do.

The best, most useful and immediate solution imaginable is to hide.

Never get close to others, and never be seen by others.

He can't.

It is impossible for others to let him achieve his wish so easily.

Damn.

Damn!

Wei Dao looked around and saw that the world was about to collapse.

It seems that Fu Feng almost completely remembered why he appeared here.

Wei Dao drank all the wine in his glass and put it on the table, pulled a chair and sat aside, looked at each other, and said with a frivolous smile, "You want to kill me? Do you hate me?"

Fu Feng didn't look up and didn't speak.

The world is a little calmer.

Wei Dao couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you want to kill me now? I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Feng peeked at him through his fingers, and saw Wei Dao smiling, full of absurdity.

"Have you changed your mind?"

Wei Dao looked at Fu Feng and asked.

He looked very interested, but Fu Feng lowered his eyes again, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Absurd...absurd!While thinking about this in Fu Feng's heart, he couldn't help being nervous.

He was a little moved by Wei Dao's proposal.

Can a wish really come true?

Can he really accompany me to die?

He didn't get angry and didn't refute?

It's... really -- absurd!

Fu Feng's perception of Wei Dao suddenly became indescribable.

While thinking: How could he do this?If someone else talked to him, would he agree to other people's requests so easily?

I thought again: But now there is only me here, no one else, only the two of us here, and if I let him die, no one will know, all of this is so... exciting.

Fu Feng took a deep breath, and Wei Dao took out another handkerchief from nowhere and handed it over: "Do you want to use it? Maybe you need to wipe your face?"

Fu Feng took the handkerchief, but it was useless, it was rolled into a ball in his palm, the body's cold temperature gradually increased, even the palm of his hand was scorching hot, which made him feel hot and panicked a lot.

Sweat and tears were mixed on his face, and he really needed to wipe it off, but Wei Dao gave him such a veil except for the glass of wine, and he was a bit reluctant.

Wei Dao saw it, and took out a disposable facial tissue from the side and handed it over.

Fu Feng took it, used it, threw it away, carefully looked at the handkerchief, and secretly saw that Wei Dao's expression seemed lifeless, so he wiped his not-so-dirty hands.

Wei Dao wanted to laugh a little bit, and felt that his heart was a little empathized by the dream.

I can't be happy for a while.

Fu Feng lowered his head and asked: "Is what you said true?"

Wei Dao paused, then said with a smile, "Ah, that depends on what you think."

In terms of acting skills in this aspect, Wei Dao has stronger staying power than Fu Feng.

Since Qian Weidao and Fu Feng are evenly matched, that is, three seconds, and three more seconds, it is completely impossible to pretend.

Now Wei Dao has been practiced.

Fu Feng raised his eyes and looked at Wei Dao: "Then can you kill me now?"

There was a look of hope in his eyes.

Wei Dao smiled, and his eyes became a little picky. Fu Feng became uneasy in such eyes, and then he heard Wei Dao say: "This is not okay, didn't you just promise to play games with me? If you still think like this afterward, I can also help. Besides, your brain should not have had time to be eroded by alcohol, right? Maybe, you can remember that killing people will pay for their lives?"

Fu Feng was stunned for a moment, his nervous heart beat faster than before, and smiled wryly at Wei Dao: "I can't keep calm."