mask personality

inside the room.

"Are you more comfortable?" Wen Dong sat beside Sheng Xia's nursing bed, and while tidying up the oxygen tube for Sheng Xia, he asked in a worried tone, "Do you still find it difficult to breathe?"

Sheng Xia's head sank into the soft pillow at the head of the bed, her slender neck shook slightly, her voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper, but she still answered seriously: "It's more comfortable...it's not...not difficult, huh... .”

Wen Dong pulled Sheng Xia's hand that couldn't move independently, massaged his shriveled hand skillfully, straightened the curled fingers gently, kneaded them slowly, and softly annoyed him: "Your voice It’s so small that it could be blown away by the wind, so it’s not difficult.”

Sheng Xia was silent again, only frowned and smiled at Wen Dong.

Wen Dong sighed lightly.

It really felt too sudden.

Although Ji Lin did say it before, he had a premonition that the mask would have new movements.

But even Wen Dong, or Ji Lin himself, didn't fully expect this new action to come so soon.

Moreover, there is actually a very sensitive issue here——

The three interrelated cases with ups and downs have just come to an end, and the official report has not even been released, but the leader of the mask seems to have clearly known the end of the curtain, planning a new "performance" non-stop.

Recalling the past, it was also on the night when the Shenxi case was solved that Gao Xiaowen disappeared...

These piles are so closely connected, I thought it was just a coincidence at the time, but looking at it now, I feel that it is more than just a coincidence.

Wen Dong knew that the masks had a clear division of labor and a wide distribution of manpower, but he didn't expect it to be so widespread. He was so well informed about the police, as if...as if they were actually by his side, very close.

This feeling is actually very frightening when you think about it carefully, like knowing that there is a demon around you, but this demon is wearing the most perfect human skin, and no one knows who this demon will be until the truth is revealed.

After receiving the news from Tang Chu, the dinner party was naturally going to be ruined.

Sheng Xia had severe convulsions and was in a very bad state. Wen Dong couldn't worry about him, so Ji Yan turned around and sent Wen Dong and Sheng Xia home together at the fastest speed within the traffic rules, and then he went by himself PUC.

As for that video...

The video lasted less than ten seconds. In the video, the weird man wearing a weird clown mask and a scarlet cloak whispered three words in a strange, hoarse voice like a broken gong: "Meeting ceremony."

Then, accompanied by a short scream of a child, a child's immature cheek flashed across the screen.

The video ends here.

In connection with what Tang Chu said earlier about "a six-year-old boy from a rich family is missing", it is obvious that the boy in the video is very likely to be the missing boy.

And this is easy to confirm.

So apparently Mask didn't mind letting the police know this time that he was responsible for the boy's disappearance.

Not only did he not mind, he was even very frank and aboveboard.

It's a clear declaration of war on the police --

Yes, I did it, but can you catch me?

If it is said that Ji Lin had an "accidental" car accident before, at that time, Ji Lin still believed that the mask was in a stage of recharging its energy and would not easily declare war on the police.

Well now it's clear that the mask has progressed to a new level.

Perhaps it was the fact that the successive cases planned by them were solved by the police one by one, which aroused the mask's more challenging and stronger interest, and made them want to throw out new "games".

Sheng Xia suddenly spoke again, with a soft voice that brought Wen Dong back to his senses, with only three extremely simple words: "Is it him...?"

But although there are only three words, it is not difficult to hear the obvious trembling meaning in the ending of Midsummer.

Wen Dong knew very well that this trembling was not only caused by Sheng Xia's weak body, but also...from the deep fear that was rooted in his heart.

And for Wen Dong, this is also a fear that will never disappear in this life.

He subconsciously clenched Sheng Xia's hand, which was his extremely rare strength.

Sheng Xia's arm was completely unconscious, otherwise, he would definitely be hurt by Wen Dong's grip.

Obviously, although Sheng Xia didn't say it clearly and only said the word "he", Wen Dong knew who this "he" was——

He was the leader of the mask 13 years ago, the first generation of mask power.

After a while, Wen Dong relaxed as if awakened, and then lightly kneaded Sheng Xia's finger that had just had a red mark on it, and replied in a low voice: "No, it wasn't him, you know, he already He was arrested 13 years ago, besides..."

After a short pause, thinking of the many analyzes he and Ji Lin have done since this case was initiated, Wen Dong said succinctly: "Besides, it seems that the current masks as a whole are very different from those in the past in terms of their working philosophy and planning methods. Big difference."

The previous masks were for money, but now the masks are self-righteous.

Whereas previous masks would train their own stationary killers, current masks tend to only induce behind the scenes.

Very different indeed.

After a pause, Wen Dong lowered his eyes and sighed: "Anyone can become a new mask, it can be you, it can be me, it can be anyone who has personally experienced it before."

"That's right..." After hearing Wen Dong's words, Sheng Xia's face was not as pale as before, and he finally regained his sanity, but his voice was still slightly trembling, "I used to read psychology books, and the books said, Seriously, PtSD, may... Phew, will eventually, transform into, the perpetrator..."

After Sheng Xia said such a long sentence in one breath, his breathing became obviously tight again.

Wen Dong's skillful movements slightly increased the oxygen flow for him, and he couldn't help but scold him in a low voice: "I've told you many times, don't read this kind of psychological books, why don't you listen to them?"

People who have really had psychological problems, most of the time in the self-analysis, the pain they get is much more than the cure, so Wen Dong seldom analyzes himself, and hopes that Sheng Xia will create less pain for himself.

"Understood..." Sheng Xia should obey, "From now on, I won't read it..."

Wen Dong snorted, pinched Sheng Xia's fingers with a little more force as if punishing, and said in a helpless tone: "I don't know you yet? I say that every time, and I will watch it the same next time."

Sheng Xia didn't make a sound again, but still flattered Zhao Wendong with a smile.

Wen Dong's gaze moved down inadvertently, and then fell on Sheng Xia's collarbone nail that was half hidden in the collar of the plush pajamas.

His expression froze slightly, Wen Dong subconsciously raised his hand again, and lightly turned the round nail on his collarbone.

Sheng Xia keenly noticed his movements, and asked aloud: "Dongdong...Brother, there is still, what's the matter?"

Wen Dong paused for a moment with his fingers, then put them down again and stopped turning the round nail.

Of course there is something.

Wen Dong thought of the so-called unknown substance found in Fu Yan's body, and the so-called "sleeping pill" that Yunfeng made him drink. He thought that the premonition he had vaguely had probably come true——

Perhaps it wasn't just the masks that resurfaced.

Also, crazy human experiments.

His eyes flicked past the shriveled and deformed limbs that had been paralyzed for many years in midsummer. Wen Dong closed his eyes suddenly, hiding the pain in his eyes, and the determination as if he had made up his mind. Then he said nonchalantly: "What else can I do?" What? I'm just in a daze."

Afterwards, without waiting for Midsummer to ask again, Wen Dong changed the subject, and brought up the topic that he was most concerned about tonight besides the important matter of the mask: "Xia Bao, do you...have any impression of Ji Lin?"

The moment this question was asked, Wen Dong subconsciously held his breath.

He felt that he was actually not afraid of any answers, because he hadn't figured out what the so-called "yes" or "no" such diametrically opposed answers would point to.

But it seems that in his instinct, he already has some kind of frightening premonition.

However, Sheng Xia gave an answer between these two complete affirmations or complete denials. He frowned slightly, and spoke slowly and seriously: "I don't have any impression of his face, but, His whole body, outline, and temperament, I vaguely feel, huh...somewhat, somewhat familiar."

In fact, this answer is somewhat ambiguous, after all, neither body shape nor temperament are such concrete characteristics.

But Wen Dong still frowned slightly, thinking seriously.

Objectively speaking, he and Sheng Xia have known each other since they were five years old. Because of Sheng Xia's health, whenever Sheng Xia goes out, they are basically with him, unless he is occasionally busy with schoolwork or cases since college. was sent back to the old house.

But this has been the case for at least the past four years, and it does not match the "many years ago" that Ji Lin said earlier.

Therefore, if Sheng Xia had indeed seen Ji Lin many years ago, then he should have seen Ji Lin too.

But why can't I remember, and Sheng Xia also said that he has no impression of Ji Lin's face, but is vaguely familiar with his body shape and temperament?

Perhaps, is the face covered?

Wen Dong remembered the row of thirteen skulls in Ji Lin's house.

The sunken eye sockets that don't feel incompatible with my own eyes...

Also, good man...

Each of these seemingly unrelated elements is associated together at this moment...

The extreme sense of familiarity swept over Shang Wendong's heart again.

Suddenly, his own voice echoed in his ears, the tone was much more immature than his own now, and there seemed to be an innocent and pure sense of trust in his tone: "I believe, I believe that big brother is a good person."

Wen Dong's heart skipped a beat.

However, before he could recall the scene more clearly, the phone suddenly vibrated again.

The memory of that moment was shattered.

Wen Dong subconsciously lowered his head to unlock it, and found that it happened to be a message from Ji Lin——

myDevil: Are you resting?I just got out of the PUC.

myDevil: Is my brother better?

Gentle and polite as always.

Wen Dong quickly typed a reply——

I haven't slept yet, I'm chatting with Xia Xia, he's much better.

How are you doing over there, have you found anything?

Ji Lin replied in seconds——

myDevil: As long as it's better, I scared him today.

myDevil: There is nothing useful to discover here, the location of the video cannot be traced, and the pictures in the video can't judge any valid information at all.

Expected.

The mask comes prepared, and it will never show flaws so easily.

Wen Dong simply changed the subject, and asked bluntly what he was still confused about——

By the way, you were in the car earlier, why did you suddenly mention anklets?

This time there was a delay of two seconds before a message came back——

myDevil: It's nothing, I just thought of it suddenly, I'm afraid the positioning device inside will make you feel uncomfortable.

Wen Dong's eyebrows unconsciously frowned even tighter, and the tone of his reply naturally carried two points of anger and emphasis——

You know I don't think so.

Ji Lin is very clear about his preference, and even said not long ago today that he was completely honest with him and admitted that he was in favor of him.

But why did Ji Lin suddenly seem like a different person after meeting Midsummer?

It's like putting away all the madness in an instant, and turning into a polite gentleman who knows how to advance and retreat.

The contrast between before and after is so large and rapid that it is really hard for Wen Dong to see through.

When Wen Dong posted this sentence, he was waiting for Ji Lin's statement, or an explanation.

However, Ji Lin's reply was still smooth and steady, making Wen Dong feel like he had punched the cotton——

myDevil: I just thought of it suddenly, so I just asked you casually to confirm, I hope that in our relationship, there will be nothing that makes my little Rose feel uncomfortable or offended.

At first glance it seems to make sense.

He respects Wen Dong very much and can't fault him at all.

But Wen Dong stared at this sentence and read it back and forth twice, only wanting to reply him with a foul language that he would never say——

Dog P!

Wen Dong can now fully confirm that Ji Lin's change came after meeting Midsummer.

After seeing each other, Wen Dong didn't know what exactly Ji Lin remembered, and he thought about it. In short, in the end, Ji Lin inexplicably concluded——

He probably prefers this conclusion of the polite model boyfriend.

So, Ji Lin's gentleman mask was firmly put back on.

Wen Dong really wanted to ask directly, but he remembered the episode he hadn't fully recalled just now, the round nail on his collarbone, the various abnormalities on Ji Lin's body, and the relationship between Ji Lin and the mask. Unspeakable entanglement...

Wen Dong suddenly felt that there was actually too much between him and Ji Lin, and it was not something that could be understood with a simple sentence now.

And obviously, Ji Lin didn't give him a chance to ask again, and Ji Lin didn't even give him the chance to say "dog P".

Because I waited for about 2 minutes and didn't get a reply, Ji Lin sent another "considerate" message——

myDevil: Are you sleepy?It's really getting late, I won't bother you tonight, see you tomorrow, you have a good rest, I wish my little rose a sweet dream.

Wen Dong: "..."

Hey you big bastard!

Wen Dong was completely pissed off at this moment, he didn't reply a word at all, he directly exited the chat box with Ji Lin, and then locked the phone screen heavily.

After another two seconds, Wen Dong suddenly realized that his reaction at this moment was too emotional and childish.

Not at all like what he usually does.

He belatedly realized that there was still a midsummer in the room, so Wen Dong looked up in embarrassment.

However, only after looking at it did he realize that Sheng Xia had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Wen Dong was stunned for a moment. He stood up and carefully confirmed that Shengxia's oxygen generator was operating normally. At this time, his heart rate and breathing were stable, and his whole body was in a fairly comfortable state. Then he carefully covered him with the quilt, and exited lightly. A midsummer room.

Of course, what Wen Dong didn't know was that after he left, Sheng Xia quietly opened his eyes, curled up his lips and smiled——

His elder brother Dongdong is used to being decent, so it's rare for him to secretly appreciate such embarrassment, there's no need to embarrass elder brother Dongdong.

After Wen Dong returned to the room, he really wasn't in the mood to take a good soak in the bathtub, so he simply took a shower and threw himself into the big bed.

He really wanted to have a good sleep, and he thought he could fall asleep.

Because ever since I met Ji Lin, the tip of my nose has always seemed to be filled with Ji Lin's clean and gentle scent of grass and trees, which makes Wen Dong sleep peacefully for no reason.

But I don't know if he was really disturbed today. Wen Dong lay down for a long time, not only did he not feel sleepy at all, but his brain nerves became more active, with a lot of thoughts, but it was difficult to think of useful information.

The feeling of insomnia is no stranger to Wen Dong, he had experienced it for many years before he met Ji Lin.

But people are probably like this. As the saying goes, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Wen Dong thinks that he is probably the same. He is used to the life of being able to fall asleep and sleep well every night without relying on sleeping pills. It was easy to bear.

Sighing, Wen Dong opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for two seconds, finally resigned to his fate, sat up and got out of bed, took sleeping pills from the bedside table, and swallowed four pills in a row.

His body is doomed to need to take a much larger dose of medicine than normal before it can barely take effect.

Lying back on the bed again, Wen Dong closed his eyes again, and continued to sleep.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Wen Dong finally fell asleep.

But unfortunately, Ji Lin's blessing of "good dreams" didn't take effect. As soon as Wen Dong fell asleep, he dreamed of the long-term picture of "the origin of pain" many years ago——

In the dream, when he was just over five years old, he was laid flat on a strange bed, his head, neck and limbs were completely immobilized and unable to move.

He just watched helplessly as an extremely thick needle slowly pushed a liquid that he couldn't name at all and didn't know what it was into his vein.

The feeling of bone-piercing pain and coldness sweeping through the limbs was still very clear in the dream.

In the dream, little Wen Dong was frightened and cried loudly, but after crying for a long time, he passed out directly.

When I woke up again, I heard the whispered words echoing in my ears——

"Remember, you will always be the most perfect experiment."

"But at the same time, you're also a monster."

"Everyone has secrets and emotions that they want to hide. No one can accept being transparent in front of another person. Even us, the biological parents who are closest to you by blood, can't accept it, let alone others?"

Wen Dong didn't know if he wasn't asleep. In short, in his dream, he felt that he was vaguely self-aware. When he heard such whispers, he subconsciously wanted to refute. He wanted to say: "Yes, there is someone, Ji Lin Can."

But his thin lips moved slightly, but at this moment, the lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they couldn't be opened no matter what.

Before he could say these words, the scene in the dream suddenly changed——

He was surrounded by the familiar scent of grass and trees, and a familiar figure wearing an elk mask walked slowly in front of him.

But this time, the person who had never seen the real face in the dream came to him, and took off the elk mask for the first time, revealing Ji Lin's face.

Wen Dong in the dream was also amazed, but before he could make a sound, he saw Ji Lin smiling at him in the dream, still the same gentle smile with no change in the curvature, and then stretched out his arms, He took it into his arms.

Ji Lin leaned his head against his ear, and his tone was gentle as usual, but what he said was completely opposite. Wen Dong heard him whisper each word: "Wen Dong, I hate you, if you don't have your parents, I will not become what I am now, a body that is indistinguishable from a machine!"

After the last word was pronounced, Wen Dong suddenly felt a pain in his back. He subconsciously turned around to look, only to find that Ji Lin had stabbed a knife straight into his back!

Blood stained Ji Lin's whole hand red, but Ji Lin still smiled like that.

It was at this moment that Wen Dong woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, panting violently, his chest heaving.

The fright and pain in that moment in the dream was so real that Wen Dong subconsciously reached out and touched his back.

After a full 2 ​​minutes, Wen Dong finally managed to wake up completely.

He slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and touched the phone again, without even checking the time, he subconsciously dialed Ji Lin's number.

Even his fingertips were still trembling slightly.

There were two beeps, and Wen Dong suddenly realized something. He lowered his eyes to check the time in the upper right corner of the phone screen, only to find that it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Subconsciously want to hang up the phone, but just moved the fingertips to the "hang up" position, the phone got through, and Ji Lin's warm and deep voice came out, with a slightly hesitant tone: "Wen Dong?"

Ji Lin's voice was sober as usual, and it didn't look like he was interrupted in his sleep at all. Wen Dong was slightly taken aback, and he subconsciously asked, "Are you still asleep?"

"Not asleep yet," Ji Lin responded, and then turned the topic back to him, his voice getting lower and lower, "What's wrong with you, are you having a nightmare?"

Hearing the word "nightmare", Wen Dong subconsciously tensed up again.

Recalling the scene in the dream just now, in the dim room, Wen Dong sat on the bed and hugged his knees, he didn't answer directly, but asked a question as if without beginning and end, he asked softly: "Ji Lin, you... ..Trust me?"

Probably because he didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, there was a slight silence on the other end of the phone, but it was only for a moment, and in the next second, Ji Lin's extremely affirmative answer sounded: "Yes, of course I do."

He didn't ask him why he asked this suddenly, but directly gave the most affirmative answer, Wen Dong's shoulders slowly relaxed, and let out a low breath.

On the phone, Ji Lin suddenly said again: "Wen Dong, don't sleep yet, wait for me for 10 minutes, no, 15 minutes is enough."

Wen Dong was slightly stunned, he didn't know what Ji Lin was going to do, but he subconsciously responded "Yes".

Ji Lin over there hung up the phone first.

After staring at the off-screen phone for two seconds, Wen Dong had a vague guess——

Could it be that Ji Lin is coming to him now? !

The moment this thought welled up, Wen Dong felt his heart tremble uncontrollably.

The blood was quickly sent from the heart, from the limbs to the brain, making his soul seem to vibrate.

Wen Dong thought, if Ji Lin really came to look for him, then he must not think about anything, don't care about anything, and do some crazy bad things with Ji Lin.

Just like what Ji Lin said to him before, he said that his legs are so beautiful and suitable for doing bad things.

With anticipation, these 15 minutes seem to have become extremely long, but fortunately, no matter how long it is, it will eventually pass.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Dong received Ji Lin's message on time, and it only had four words: I'm downstairs.

Wen Dong thought, this man is starting to be a real gentleman again.

He didn't call Wen Dong, but only sent messages, because he was afraid that Wen Dong would not wait for him to fall asleep again, or that he didn't want to go downstairs. In short, as long as he didn't receive a call, Wen Dong would have the freedom not to go downstairs. right.

But Wen Dong didn't hesitate for a second, he even jumped up from the bed, and then quickly took off the nightgown on his body, and changed into the white shirt that Ji Lin wore during the day.

But below, Wen Dong didn't wear Ji Lin's overalls shorts anymore.

Of course, he wasn't wearing any of his outer pants either.

Instead, he just took out a long windbreaker from the closet and put it on his body, Wen Dong held his phone and keys, and went downstairs quietly.

Ji Lin's car is parked downstairs.

As soon as Wen Dong came out of the unit, he saw Ji Lin leaning against the car.

He was still wearing the white shirt and black trousers that he was used to. He was tall and slender in the night, with a lit cigarette between his fingertips, and the flame was extinguished, vaguely outlines the silhouette of his slender fingers.

Wen Dong almost ran towards him.

He stopped just a tiny bit away from Ji Lin, and was almost body-to-body with him, with the tip of his nose touching.

Facing Ji Lin's slightly raised brows as if in surprise, Wen Dong reached out and took the cigarette from his fingertips, brought it to his lips, and took a deep breath.

After that, before Ji Lin opened his mouth to say anything, Wen Dong suddenly raised his head and kissed Ji Lin's thin lips.

In this way, cross the smoke.

Ji Lin was only slightly stunned for a moment, his hand moved before his brain, he had already lifted it around Wen Dong's slender waist, and gently stroked Wen Dong's back with his palm.

After that, he turned his head slightly and slowly deepened the kiss.

The smell of tobacco spread between their lips and teeth, like the best catalyst in the world.

At least for Wen Dong.

They kissed extremely ambiguously and lingeringly, but it didn't take long for Wen Dong to vaguely feel that something was wrong.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Dong frowned unconsciously, and he couldn't help but open his eyes, looking at Ji Lin.

Ji Lin's kiss today was too gentle.

It was completely different from his previous aggressive kisses, as if he wanted to swallow Wen Dong into his stomach and carve it into his bone marrow.

And even at this moment, Ji Lin's eyes are like this——

Faint, as if it could be called gentle, not as bright as the scorching light that fainted at such a moment in the past.

Wen Dong's eyebrows frowned deeper, but before he could ask a question, Ji Yan opened his mouth first, and asked warmly: "Is it cold? Get in the car first."

While saying this, he already let go of one hand, turned half sideways and opened the door of the passenger seat.

Wen Dongben was also planning to get in the car, so he had no choice but to sit in first for the time being.

But as soon as he sat down, he took off his big windbreaker and threw it in the back seat.

So, after Ji Lin also got into the car, he raised his eyes and saw Wen Dong wearing his shirt on his upper body, and underneath, two long white and straight legs were fully exposed, hitting his eyes.

Unavoidable, Wen Dong clearly saw Ji Lin's Adam's apple rolling slightly.

I also saw Ji Lin subconsciously make a movement of covering his right wrist with his left hand, as if he wanted to caress the chain.

But there are no chains on his wrists today.

Ji Lin's rolling Adam's apple, and the movement of wanting to caress the bracelet, finally made Wen Dong temporarily regain his sense of reality. He suddenly straightened up, and then changed his position with a long leg--

Sitting on Ji Lin's lap, completely opposite to Ji Lin.

There was a steering wheel behind him, so Wen Dong could only approach Ji Lin infinitely, almost touching his chest.

Naturally, the sides of the legs also offset each other.

The warm and smooth touch is being conveyed to Ji Lin continuously.

The corners of Wen Dong's lips were raised slowly, and he gave Ji Lin an extremely beautiful smile. After that, his thin lips gently kissed Ji Lin's sharp Adam's apple.

The tip of his tongue stuck out and turned around, Wen Dong's tone was bewitching like a sea monster, he chuckled lightly: "myDevil, don't hold back, do you want to do some bad things with me?"

However, in the next second, Ji Lin's reaction was completely beyond Wen Dong's expectations——

Ji Lin closed his eyes, then turned sideways, and reached Wen Dong's windbreaker on the back seat in an extremely inconvenient position.

Putting the windbreaker on Wen Dong's body, covering his long legs, Ji Lin lowered his eyes, opened his thin lips slightly, and said four words in a warm voice: "Be careful of catching a cold."

Words probably can't describe Wen Dong's feelings at this moment.

Probably extreme fear, and the biting cold as if being poured over by a bucket of ice water.

Wen Dong even shuddered unconsciously.

Every bit of anticipation, joy, and excitement before turned into ice skates at this moment, piercing Wen Dong's bone marrow.

Wen Dong felt that Ji Lin at this moment was so strange that he was afraid.

Probably because he noticed the trembling of his body, Ji Lin seemed to hesitate for a moment, but his warm palm still fell on his back, and he patted him twice without any emotion. His voice was still warm and deep, and the words he said He seemed to be extremely concerned: "Is it cold? Would you like to sit down first, I brought warm water."

It was two seconds later that Wen Dong understood what Ji Lin was saying. He sat back in the passenger seat almost numbly, and watched Ji Lin open the storage box at hand with numbness, and took out a thermos from it.

Keep-warm-cup.

Wen Dong thinks that either Ji Lin is crazy, or he is crazy.

Or the world is crazy.

But Ji Lin obviously doesn't think so.

He opened the thermos cup naturally, poured out a cup of warm water and handed it to Wen Dong, and said in a warm voice, "Have a cup, it will make you feel much better."

Wen Dong didn't answer.

He looked up at Ji Lin, and finally said in disbelief: "Ji Lin, you came to me at 03:30 in the morning just to bring me a glass of warm water?"

Ji Lin's hand paused slightly, but he didn't take it back.

After a while, he replied in a low voice: "Not all, the main reason is that the voice on your phone is not right. I am afraid that you may have a nightmare and cannot sleep. I am worried about you, so I want to take a look."

Wen Dong's tone was uncontrollably filled with boredom, he lost his voice and said, "Then you've finished reading it now, I'm fine, you can go."

Ji Lin lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Dong for two seconds, but he didn't respond but he didn't say no to leave, he just repeated again: "Do you want to drink the water first?"

A nameless anger burned Wen Dong's brain at this moment.

What he was proud of for 23 years, even engraved into his instinctive decency, and his excellent ability to manage emotions, were all burned away, and not a blade of grass grew.

Wen Dong suddenly raised his hand, and swung the lid of the thermos cup in Ji Lin's hand heavily.

Probably because he didn't expect him to make this action suddenly, Ji Lin didn't set up defenses, but his instinctive reaction was not deceiving.

Therefore, Wen Dong's action just made the water in the lid of the cup shake and splash a little, but Ji Lin's hand was still steady.

The cup lid was not knocked off either.

Unable to vent his anger, Wen Dong felt that he was about to be suffocated, he finally couldn't hold back, and asked bluntly: "Ji Lin, what's wrong with you today? What's wrong with you here!"

For such an extremely brief moment, Ji Lin's eyes seemed to become very dark.

But before Wen Dong could distinguish carefully, Ji Lin returned to his gentle appearance as before.

The corners of his lips were even slightly raised, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was the same as usual, just like in the dream.

He still didn't give a positive answer, but asked gently: "My little rose, don't you like this?"

At this moment, Wen Dong shivered again, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Wen Dong didn't even fully understand why he was so terrified.

If I had to say it, it was probably because the nightmare just now was too realistic.

And Ji Lin at this moment is too similar to the dream.

Wen Dong even felt that kind of sharp pain in the back of his heart, which obviously didn't exist, but seemed clear and palpable.

All the things between him and Ji Lin, all the things that he wanted to give up for a short time, together with that nightmare, hit Wen Dong's heart again at this moment.

Wen Dong hugged his arm subconsciously, but he didn't know if it was out of some lingering hope in his heart. He himself felt that he was baffled, but he still couldn't help asking the previous question again: "Ji Lin, Do you believe me?"

The moment he asked this sentence, Wen Dong raised his eyes, and tightly grasped Ji Lin's eyes, refusing to miss the slightest possible emotion.

However, as expected, Ji Yan still only raised his eyebrows slightly in a daze, and then gave the same answer again without thinking: "I believe it, of course I believe it."

Coincidentally, at the moment Ji Lin's voice fell, Wen Dong's special ability reappeared today.

It's just a pity that Ji Lin clearly said such affirmative "belief", but at this moment, what filled Wen Dong's nose was still the same, grassy atmosphere that never changed.

A sense of powerlessness and sadness welled up in Wen Dong's heart inexplicably.

Ji Lin's unique, everlasting scent of grass and trees aroused Wen Dong's various interests at the beginning, and also gave Wen Dong a lot of comfort.

But at this moment, Wen Dong only felt powerless and sad.

Probably since the age of five, Wen Dong has long been used to relying on his own special ability to understand and judge a person.

This ability has long been inseparable from him and has become a part of him.

So much so that at this moment, hearing Ji Lin say "believe" without hesitation, Wen Dong has no way of distinguishing the authenticity of this sentence.

From the first time he met Ji Lin, Wen Dong felt that this person was different from others, as if he had a layer of fog.

Wen Dong still feels the same way now.

It was only at the beginning that this layer of fog brought Wen Dong interest in exploring.

But now, Wen Dong thinks extremely pessimistically, maybe he will never get out of this fog.

He can never really get close to Ji Lin.

So, if this is the case, should the loss be stopped in time?

Once this idea arises, it will suddenly grow like mushrooms after rain.

Probably the protection mechanism engraved in Wen Dong's instinct suddenly activated at this moment. In short, his lips actually reacted before his brain.

Before he could think it through thoroughly, Wen Dong opened his thin lips, and said something to Ji Lin, something he thought he would never say——

He said, "Ji Lin, I want to break up."

Wen Dong's voice fell, and he was holding the lid of the thermos cup steadily. Even Ji Lin, who hadn't been able to knock off the lid in Wen Dong's "surprise" just now, suddenly let go of his fingers.

The cup lid fell down with a muffled sound.

The water in the lid splashed out, soaking Wen Dong and Ji Lin's clothes.

Wen Dong thought in a daze, this water mark really looks like his tears.

But he obviously didn't cry.

The author says:

coming!Me, thick and long enough! !Come on, praise me!

Finally wrote here, this chapter is very long and the amount of information is relatively large, cuties take your time to read——

In addition, what is written in this chapter is mainly the mental journey of Dongdong's breakup. The root cause has not been fully written, and it will be fully written in the next chapter. At the same time, the next chapter will definitely