[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Shen Qian seemed to have had a long and distant dream. After waking up from the dream, he remembered everything.

The boy in his arms was his real food, the boyfriend he easily exchanged for a rose.

Or at that time, he was just on a whim, didn't know what love was, and got a more interesting baby in the days and nights without light after his eye was injured.

He didn't even know his real name.

It's like picking up a stray cat or dog on the side of the road and giving it a random name.

He called him a little clean freak.

It's a random name like Xiaoqiang, Xiaohua, and Xiaobai for pets.

That is, this little cleanliness that is easy to get, changing his medicine, exposing his younger brother who is going to frame him, giving him blood to drink, making him happy, hugging him to sleep, and even forcing Cheng Huan under him...

But he was suspected and abandoned by him, and was taken to the basement by his younger brother to be drugged and made to drink alcohol that would cause him allergies...

Even after the cornea was given to him, he was suspected of seducing his father, and was beaten all over his body by his father...

When he needed him the most, he did nothing, even doubting whether he loved him or not.

But this little cleanliness, when he reappeared after he regained his sight, acted like a fool regardless of the past, and said to him with the name of a pet that was not harmful but insulting but extremely strong: Shen Qian, I am your little girl. Cleanliness, have you forgotten...

Obviously it is a very casual name, but he thinks it is the exclusive title he dotes on him like a treasure.

The more Shen Qian thought about it, the more sad he became. He wanted to cry, his chest heaved so badly, his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't muster any strength that he could control. His pale and slender fingertips held the boy's face weakly, as if he was out of strength. Wipe away the blood stains at the corner of his mouth bit by bit, "Don't even think about dying."

Those scarlet eyes overflowed with hot and moist liquid, and when it slid down, it was a drop of blood-red tears.

He suddenly bumped into the boy's body that was losing temperature like crazy, and his voice was hoarse: "Without my permission, you don't want to die!"

Immediately, he leaned down and kissed his lips, cheeks, chin, and earlobes little by little.Finally, it was fixed on the young man's tender and white neck, and the sharp animal teeth pierced deeply into the no longer beating artery. After sucking a mouthful of his blood almost greedily, he bit his own finger and dripped shocking blood.

Like nourishing that rose, one drop, two drops, three drops...

The bright red blood is like broken small flowers, one by one blooming on the boy's snow-white skin, the red and white form a strong contrast, clearly striking.

The man's eyes were red, and the bottom of his pupils had a bloody luster, but the corners of his lips fluttered lightly, "Idiot, do you think that if you choose death, I will regret it in pain?"

"Unfortunately, there is no word for pain in my dictionary!"

The dripping blood soaked into the two cavities bitten by him little by little, and was absorbed without leaking, like two little mouths that were dissatisfied with desire.

The man licked his wound in satisfaction, and his smile was so gorgeous that it made people's backs go numb.

After licking, he stuck it to his ear, and smiled softly: "I tell you, I will not choose pain, nor will I choose to let you die. Only children can do multiple-choice questions, but adults, all of them!"

……

The real world, June 2610, 6, the moon.

The huge arched glass shed props up a crystal-like dreamy sky. From a slightly higher distance, you can clearly see the blue earth that looks like a water world.

In the glass shed, there are artificial oxygen, green vegetation, houses, gardens, rivers, even new energy miniature cars, birds, animals...

It's like a shrinking world.

A man who looks exactly the same as a psychiatrist drives a car around houses, passes a small bridge, exits a huge glass shed, passes through the uneven surface of the moon, and arrives beside a spaceship suspended in mid-air .

He opened the LCD screen on the center console and sent a request to open the door inside the spaceship.

A detection light and shadow was cast quickly from the bottom of the spaceship. After the detection was completed, the green light representing safety came on. The spaceship opened a hatch, descended the elevator, and hoisted the man up with a man and a car.

The man stepped out of the car, put on the protective clothing, and greeted the passing personnel who also wore protective clothing.

His assistant came over and handed him a report and two test sheets, "Doctor Wu, today is exactly one year. We started to detect signs of Second Lieutenant Jiang waking up, but for some reason, he didn't seem to be waking up." success."

"Well, I'll go and see what's going on."

The man nodded, put on a protective mask, and walked into a pure white sterile laboratory with him.

In the center of the laboratory, there were suddenly three crystal isolation boxes, and inside the isolation boxes were three men, Shen Qian, Zhang Yu and Jiang Yuran.

Their heads are covered with all kinds of dense medical equipment, and the criss-crossing tubes are connected in series behind their heads, linking a complex machine.

There is an operating console on the machine, and the display on it shows the electronic brain imaging images of the three of them. They are all in the same world.

However, the brain imaging map is not clear, just a mosaic of red, yellow, blue and green, and only professionals can analyze the specific content.

The assistant explained next to him: "We tried to intervene through data to make Second Lieutenant Jiang wake up Shen Qian by committing suicide, but he seems to have used some special means to keep Second Lieutenant Jiang in his world."

The man stroked his chin and frowned slightly, "After all, it is a world he made up with his consciousness. Even if he wants to create a Daluo fairy, we can't do anything about it."

"Then what should we do now? Second Lieutenant Jiang has been lying in the isolation box for half a year in order to wake him up. As for Dr. Zhang, when he first conducted this experiment, I disagreed. So much manpower and material resources were invested, and two A normal person sleeps with him. Is it really necessary to do this?" The assistant was a little frustrated, and his words were tingly.

The man didn't mean to blame him, he just patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, Zhang Yu is also my lover, he is willing to save him unconditionally, there must be a reason for his insistence. What's more, Zombies are everywhere on the earth now, if Shen Qian hadn't tried his best to protect Second Lieutenant Jiang, we probably wouldn't have taken root on the moon."

……

Jiang Yuran woke up in a small dark room with a splitting headache.

He slowly opened his eyes, the left eye was a bit weird, as if covered with a layer of red veil, hazy and stinging.

Strange, am I not dead?

He moved his body and found that his hands and feet were bound, and he was placed in the shape of Tai in a lying position, lying on the cold iron bed.

There were some sporadic light sources in the darkness, like flames jumping on a lighter. The flames flickered twice, and before Jiang Yuran could see what was going on, they suddenly went out.

The whole world was plunged into darkness in an instant.

Jiang Yuran held his breath almost subconsciously, and closed his eyes heavily.

He adjusted his breathing in an attempt to calm himself down, but the terrifying darkness penetrated into his heart silently like a ghost, even if he couldn't see it, he could still feel it.

Like countless insects and ants holding small pincers that can tear people apart, they drilled into the lungs through the cold air, gradually encroaching on the limbs, cutting blood vessels bit by bit, and hitting the rational defense line in waves.

This was not the first time that Jiang Yuran tried to suppress it, but was defeated in vain.

The slight trembling of the body gradually became more violent, and the brain seemed to be corroded and messed up.

But the darkness didn't let him go, as if it had turned into a terrifying giant, swallowing him whole, biting and devouring him frantically.

Finally he couldn't help it, and broke down crying, his voice was trembling, and he was pitifully dead: "Help, who will save me..."

Just when he was about to lose his hold and was about to faint, there was a sound of dull footsteps in the darkness!

Jiang Yuran could hear clearly, so he stopped crying suddenly and pricked up his ears to listen.

But as soon as he stopped crying, the footsteps seemed to have found him, and stopped suddenly.

Jiang Yuran remembered the first time he fell into the darkness and was grabbed by a zombie's calf, a chill rose from his back as he thought about it and dreaded it.

He dressed up and shouted vigilantly: "Who, who is there?"

The voice trembled out of shape.

"Giggle..."

The man let out a low laugh in the darkness, "Why don't you keep crying?"

When Jiang Yuran heard Shen Qian's voice, he broke down completely, crying and shouting: "Shen Qian, what are you doing? Turn on the light quickly!"

There was no sound.

"Shen Qian? Shen Qian?"

Jiang Yuran yelled two more times, and the surroundings once again fell into deathly solitude, as if the voice that appeared just now was just an illusion.

Jiang Yuran felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. He cried out in pain, shaking the iron chain and struggling desperately, but he still couldn't get any response.

I don't know how long it took, his voice gradually weakened, his hands and feet didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, his eyes stared straight ahead, like a butterfly thrashing to death, and finally flapped its wings twice, and finally died.

Finally, steady footsteps sounded again in the darkness, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of him. A warm hand touched his tear-stained face. The man asked casually, "Are you really afraid of the dark?"

The boy didn't answer, like a cold and breathless corpse.

The man felt the warm and greasy cheeks under his hand, and touched those two thin lips with his fingertips, and burrowed inside, gently teasing, and asked with a smile: "Do you know why I did this?"

Jiang Yuran was so frightened, how could he answer his question?

Although the eyes are wide open, it looks like a puppet that has been played badly and smashed to pieces, and the consciousness has also fallen into chaos, lying there empty.

Shen Qian finally realized something was wrong, reached out and pressed the light on the wall.

The shadow of the lamp swayed across Jiang Yuran's wide-open eyes, but he didn't react at all, he seemed to have stopped breathing, but the tears in the corners of his eyes washed over his face as if out of control.

It seemed that he had lost all functions except crying.

"Small cleanliness?"

Shen Qian's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly untied the restraints on his hands, wrapped him up and hugged him in his arms, with a slightly anxious expression: "Hey, don't pretend!"

Jiang Yuran still maintained that staring-eyed and stiff posture. If it weren't for the uncontrollable tears that could prove that he was still alive, he would look dead.

Shen Qian became irritable.

"Snapped!"

With a slap in the face, his expression turned cold: "I said, stop pretending!"