sunk in yesterday

When Mrs. Bai left the bathroom, Xia Zhuo was already lying down.

Half of his face was covered by the quilt, and he only showed a pair of eyes, looking furtively at the damp woman in front of him.

Mrs. Bai took out a piece of lipstick from her chest, put on half of her makeup, and smiled at him with a sideways face: "Lipstick is a woman's weapon, and a beauty should be on call 24 hours a day - after all, no one knows Under what circumstances will we wake up, don't you think?"

Xia Zhuo didn't listen at all, just nodded indiscriminately, looking at people with more or less admiration in his eyes.

Madam Bai asked strangely, "Why do you look at me like this?"

Seeing that he was seen through, Xia Zhuo quickly smiled and narrowed his eyes: "What's the problem? I usually see Guan Yuzhou that way."

Madam Bai shrugged: "You don't usually look at him that way." After saying that, she kicked off the shoes on her feet and got into the quilt on the carpet.

"Aren't you sleeping yet? It's almost time to turn off the lights. Isn't tomorrow the sixth day? The penultimate day is the most likely good day for accidents to happen."

In order to make room for her, Guan Yuzhou's exclusive chair was also moved. At this moment, he could only stand against the wall, with a look of displeasure in his eyes.

"The penultimate day..." Xia Zhuo turned over, but there was not much panic in her heart.Ever since Guan Yuzhou told him that he already knew the secret behind the note, he felt relaxed and calm, like a tourist who came out to travel and stay in a hotel.

The bed shook twice, Xia Zhuo watched Guan Yuzhou lying beside him and raised his hand to him, and arched forward very consciously, with his whole head buried in the other's neck.

Guan Yuzhou asked him amusedly: "It's not uncomfortable to be so close?"

Xia Zhuo originally wanted to pretend to be dead and not answer, but after mentioning it like this, he really felt a little uncomfortable.After thinking about it, he could only turn his back on the past and close his eyes again facing the empty room.

I don't know if it was because of an unpleasant story he heard before going to bed. He dreamed of a foreign land, a dirty and cramped bed and a boy who barely smiled.The guest spit out some words that he didn't understand, as if the immature child in front of him was just a domestic animal like a chicken and a duck, and he struck fiercely and ferociously.

Gradually, the little boy stopped laughing, and began to cry and struggle, using a completely different language from his native land.

His boss doesn't allow them to beg for the "goods" they bought, because those people are here to buy fun, and they would rather give money to a mean person with a smile on his face than to give money to a beggar who only wants to cry and beg for mercy. Annoyed poor man.

He dreamed of many scenes. He dreamed that the boy was lying on the bed with injuries all over his body, the towels brought by the side had turned black, and the bucket was filled with muddy seawater.I also dreamed that the other party hid a razor blade under the pillow, but was snatched by the guest, and a not deep or shallow cut was made from the shoulder blade to the spine.

In the end, there was a familiar face with a distorted smile, looking up at his direction, and said a word firmly in a sharp voice.

--desire?I want all those who oppressed me to go to hell on earth and suffer a hundred times as much pain as I do. Can you help me?

Xia Zhuo understood that this was the scene of Mrs. Bai making a wish after achieving her first dream.

But why would he have such a dream?

Consciousness slowly came back, his cheeks were slightly itchy, as if his hair had rubbed against his face.

Xia Zhuo groaned and got a hand out of the quilt, and carelessly brushed away the strand of hair that disturbed his sleep.

But he quickly realized that his hair was not so long at all.

The smell of blood was blown across the tip of his nose by a gust of hot air, and more strands of hair tangled up, trying to pry open his tightly closed eyelids.

The arm hanging around the waist was still there, Xia Zhuo resisted and pretended to be asleep, and at the same time, under the cover of the quilt, he stretched out his hand to touch the back calmly.He grabbed Guan Yuzhou's trouser waist and shook it cautiously. Before he could shake it a second time, a dry and warm hand clasped his.

Guan Yuzhou was behind him, his breathing was still steady, suppressing and maintaining the slow frequency in deep sleep.

The itching feeling came from the palm, several times worse than that on the face.Guan Yuzhou wrote down the instructions stroke by stroke with his fingertips, asking him to open his eyes.

The intimate skin-to-skin contact made Xia Zhuo's forehead sweat. Even if he wanted to continue pretending, his breath had already betrayed him.

I don't know if Guan Yuzhou did it on purpose.

He opened his eyelids, pursed his lips and looked at the thing that had slipped into the room before him at some point.

It's not very polite to say something, maybe "it" should be called ma'am.Seaweed-like curly hair was spread on the bed, wriggling as if it had life, and a head with a stiff smile stood on the corner of the bed, and the faint blood stains could touch his face within a few meters.

It was past the light-off point, and the room that could see the pattern clearly fell into a groggy state.But the woman in front of her seemed to have a lighting effect, especially her bloodshot eyes were faintly shining.

Xia Zhuo thought that he would never be able to say that he loved all the lamps in the world again.If one day he really gave him a headlight, then he would choose to shrink by himself.

[Save me...] The other party spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth.

The finger that was clenched in the palm started to move again, and this time Guan Yuzhou only wrote him two letters - XL.

I don't need you to tell me!Xia Zhuo curled up her hands and greeted Shelley with a smile on her face: "Hi, good evening? Little sister."

However, his little sister didn't appreciate it at all, her neck clicked, she stared at those eyes and continued to vomit blood: [You help me...]

She seemed to have suddenly fallen ill, shivering in unbearable pain, and her hair stood up in all directions like static electricity, floating in a disorderly manner.

Xia Zhuo was stimulated by her high-pitched voice and his scalp was numb, but the words he blurted out were still not very serious: "You asked me to save, so tell me how to save it?"

Shelley was supposed to be a slim supermodel, both temperament and appearance should be pleasing to the eye, but the one in front of her almost collapsed, staring ferociously and urgently.

A person like this cannot attend a wedding at all.

She turned a deaf ear to Xia Zhuo's words, and still muttered to herself: [I don't get married, I will die... I can't marry, I can't marry...]

[He's crazy!He is crazy!He killed someone!He will kill me too! ]

Her voice was suddenly sharp, a few drops of blood splashed on Xia Zhuo's face, the sticky touch was like old corpse liquid, the cold air almost condensed into water mist, forcing Xia Zhuo's throat to itch, and he couldn't help coughing.

The hand on his waist suddenly tightened, pulling his whole body backwards.

[He's going to kill me! ! ! ]

The mist diffused quickly like a flash bomb, and instantly seemed to set off a monstrous wave that would engulf the entire room.

Xia Zhuo realized that the long-lasting white fog in the town was not caused by factory pollution, but was all thanks to Shelley.

The night is fleeting, and the day is invited.The quilt also disappeared along with the room, and instead of a soft mattress, there was only the cold ground instead.

Without hindrance, Guan Yuzhou could see Guan Yuzhou's hand holding him with just a glance down.

...Fortunately, he didn't take off his pants tonight because he thought about Mrs. Bai staying overnight.

"Ahem... Mrs. Bai is gone!"

Guan Yuzhou knew that he was uncomfortable, but he still didn't let go, "Well, she's fine. But if you feel sick, I'm afraid you have to bear it first."

The sea of ​​fog surrounded the two of them, and the cold air rushed over, as if instantly placing them on top of a snow-capped mountain.Xia Zhuo shuddered abruptly, leaning against Guan Yuzhou with both resistance and greed, "Where is this?"

Before Guan Yuzhou could answer, there was a crack in the ground under his feet.The hair came out from the ground and wrapped around his ankles, and the forehead was hit by water droplets from top to bottom. The muffled sound and biting chill pressed down on his limbs, and his wrists seemed to be stiff at this moment.

"pat".

Xia Zhuo dazedly raised her hand and wiped it, a small piece of her palm was stained red.He looked up and saw that Shelley was hanging in a place that was neither tall nor short. Her curly long hair almost covered her face, and the blood flowing from her was gradually gathering at the end of her hair and falling drop by drop. .

Only then did he notice that Shelley had no hands and feet, and his sleeves were cut off, leaving him bare.

Although Guan Yuzhou had mentioned to him before that the limbs in the vessel came from Shelley, it is one thing to hear it, another thing to imagine it, and another thing to see it with your own eyes.

Bandages were wrapped around her wounds, but the blood had dyed them the same color long ago, and the pain made her tremble all over, with hideous eyes.

[Aren't we friends?Help me...you save me quickly...]

She couldn't grab Xia Zhuo with her hands, she could only let more hair wrap around his legs.The cold and greasy feeling made Xia Zhuo goosebumps all over his body, and he was afraid that the aborigine would be angered if he tore it apart randomly.Guan Yuzhou, on the other hand, took out the pair of scissors that were still stained with mud like magic, and cleaned his hair with two clicks.

There seemed to be nerves in the hair, and as soon as one side broke, Shelley struggled and roared.Guan Yuzhou was not afraid of her, raised his hand and said to her lightly: "Look here."

Shelley became a little quieter through the gap.

"Isn't this what you deserved?"

[No, you're lying!I don't deserve it!I am not guilty! ]

"It's still stained with blood that doesn't belong to you."

[I am clearly self-defense!I shouldn't be guilty, it's all Kirk...it's all him!kill him! ]

"If you take it to the police, I'm afraid you can find out something. Is that your family crest under the blade? Miss Milna Shelley."

Shelley's face distorted for a moment, and her voice weakened a little: [No...]

Guan Yuzhou laughed: "I don't want it to be in the hands of the police, so I will answer the question I asked you just now."

Xia Zhuo has seen participants threaten participants, but has not seen participants threaten aborigines.Seeing Guan Yuzhou's familiarity, it's obviously not the first time.

[......]

[Needle……]

Xia Zhuo didn't understand: "What?"

[medicine...needle...]

"what--!!!"

Shelley was still opening her mouth intermittently, but the exclamation from nowhere tore apart the pure white illusion. At the same time, a slender hand covered Shelley's mouth, pulling her from Xia Zhuo. He and Guan Yuzhou pulled him out abruptly.

The white mist dissipated in an instant, and when he opened his eyes again, the dim room patterns were displayed in front of him one by one.Madam Bai was sitting on the ground and yawning gracefully, only the bloodstains that hadn't disappeared reminded people that what happened just now was not a dream.

"Help—someone—"

The man's screams and cries for help came from downstairs, and the tone was a little strange, not like that of Yu Ziang or Chu Jin.Xia Zhuo took the initiative to get out of Guan Yuzhou's arms, put on the quilt, turned on the flashlight, and panted urgently.

"How's it going?"

Xia Zhuo shook his head, indicating that he was fine: "Compared to this... what happened downstairs?"

"It's hard to guess?" Mrs. Bai pushed her skirt onto her lap and sat cross-legged against the wall.Even now, her actions did not seem frivolous.The red lip makeup is very obvious on her white face, and even the pleasant arc on the corner of her mouth is clearly presented in front of Xia Zhuo's eyes, "It's likely that Xiaoqi is dead, just like the one named Qianqian—— Cut into pieces."

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