canary in cage

Isri exhaled lightly, closed his eyes, and the panting between his nose and breath gradually became more serious, and the voices of the group of people shouting could be heard in his ears, all of them had obscene smiles on their faces.

"Brother! You are so clever, I must learn from you in the future!"

"Hey! What are you talking about! Follow the elder brother, isn't it a beautiful day every day?"

The man seemed to think that what he said was inappropriate, so he quickly got up and took a few sips, and said with a smile: "It's my fault, I haven't been to school, so I can't speak!"

A group of people are just happy, no one cares what who said, they just keep drinking.

Until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, almost all the guests in the hotel fell asleep, and the group of people below drank to their heart's content, and fell asleep on the ground, motionless.

Looking at this group of people, the boss could only sigh helplessly. Just when he was about to clean up the mess of this group of people, the person recognized as the boss staggered to the front of the boss, smelling disgustingly drunk. Come on.

"Give me the most expensive room!"

As he said that, the man lay on the table in front of him, making the movement of vomiting. The boss couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly tore a key from behind and threw it in front of the man.

"Thank you!"

The boss was also surprised. It seemed that he was really stupid for drinking, and this man even thanked him.

Isri tilted his head, slowly lowered his raised legs, and followed the man up the stairs.

Unfortunately, the man's room happened to be next door to Isri, and the corners of Isri's lips raised slightly, and he opened his room with the key.

There was still a strong smell of soap inside, and Isri frowned subconsciously, and raised his hand to put his fingertips on the tip of his nose.

The sound insulation of the room was not very good. After Yisli packed the things in the box, he could hear the sound of rummaging through the box next door through a wall.

Isri hung the coat on the hanger, and the pure white shirt inside was stretched flat inside the trousers, and the straight suit trousers stretched the legs even more slender.

Isri stood beside the box, and stretched his hand through the interlayer inside. When he came out, he held a bright silver dagger in his hand.

The pattern of thorns is wrapped around the handle, which perfectly matches the person holding the dagger, as if it was made in heaven.

Isri sat by the bed, listening to the movement next door, and kept playing with the small and exquisite dagger in his hand.

After a few minutes, the activity next door finally stopped, and the sound of snoring mercilessly came from the wall.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Isri lowered his head, his eyes fell on the tip of the dagger, the bright silver reflected light slid through the amber golden pupils, like a hellish god of death.

Isri got up and pushed open the window in front of him, a gust of cool wind came in with a buzzing sound, the hair on his forehead was blown behind his ears by the wind, Isri got up and leaned on the window sill, and rolled over.

The outside wind poured in through the neckline, and the entire shirt was blown up. Isri opened his lips slightly, put the handle of the knife in his mouth and bit it.

Isri moved very quickly, and rolled into the window sill next door in two or three strokes. The window was frosted, and the inside was blurry.

The man was lying on the bed like a puddle of mud, motionless, and snoring constantly.

Isri turned sideways, took down the knife in his mouth, leaned over and picked the tip of the knife into the gap between the windows.

The sky is not covered by clouds and mist, the moonlight hangs in the sky like daytime, and it is obvious that there is an extra black shadow on the window.

The person lying on the bed was about to turn over in a daze, but when he half-closed his eyes, he was startled by the black shadow on the window, his whole body trembled on the bed instantly, and he suddenly became sober from the smell of alcohol.

Before the people inside could shout, Isri had already unlocked the window with the tip of the knife. The person on the bed wanted to sit up, but in the next second, Isri lay down again with the tip of the knife against his neck. back to bed.

The man swallowed his saliva, looked at Isli with flustered eyes, and stammered: "Speak up if you have something to say, you don't look like a rich man, what do you want?"

The man was chilling all over, and the clothes on his body were terribly thin, coupled with the cool wind blowing in, the man felt that he was about to ascend to heaven.

Isri raised his chin slightly, the tip of the knife still did not relax, and his tone was cold: "How did that gem come from?"

Listening to Isri's words, the man unconsciously glanced at the drawer next to him. Isri followed his gaze and changed his hand to open the drawer to take out the gem.

Seeing Yisili's sudden relaxation, the man seemed to be lucky. Just when he was about to stand up and resist, Yisili suddenly turned around and raised the dagger in his hand and directly pierced it into the bed board next to the man's ear.

The man froze in place, and the smug smile on his face instantly turned into panic, followed by a burst of begging for mercy.

"I... I... just want to get up and have a look. I have no other meaning."

"Answer my question." Isri pulled the dagger out of the bed, and his tone became a little colder.

The man looked at the red gem that was still glowing with fluorescence, paused, and finally opened his mouth for the sake of his own life: "Someone gave it to me."

Isri frowned slightly, and pressed the dagger a little lower, and a bloodstain soon flowed out from the fragile skin on his neck.

Seeing Yisili's expression, the person on the bed was about to shed tears of anxiety, standing with his mouth, unable to form a whole sentence for a long time.

"I...what I said...is true...someone gave it to me." The man wanted to reach out to pull Isri's wrist, but in the end he was frightened back by his eyes.

"Where is the person?" Isri's thin lips parted slightly, and his tone seemed a little impatient.

"I don't know...he gave it to me on the boat.·"

Isri clicked his tongue secretly, took the gemstone in his hand, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, his whole body exuded an irresistible aura.

"He's alone?"

Isri raised his hand to raise the gem, and the light from the outside just hit it, and the whole gem was very beautiful.

Seeing Isri move away, the man quickly shrank to the corner with the quilt, and opened his mouth seriously to answer Isri's words.

"No... and a blond kid."

Isri's movements froze in the air, with his head tilted, his slender eye tails raised slightly, looking at the person huddled in the corner of the wall.

The man didn't dare to meet Isri's eyes, so he shrank himself a little bit smaller, without the haughty look before.

"What I said is true, I swear to God!" The man was afraid that Isri would not believe it, so he directly brought up God.

Isri sneered slightly, but did not answer the man's words, the disgust and impatience in his eyes became more obvious.

The little thing found a partner.

Very well, very well, my dear young master, you have astonished me so much.

It's time to end this game of cat and mouse.