Descent

The sun rose into the sky, and at noon in winter, people were a little warm. The security guards patrolling near the gate below leaned together to chat and eat in shifts.

Tong Yu closed the window tightly and drew the curtains, and the room became dark instantly. He closed his eyes and rested for a while, adapting to the darkness in the room, and then concentrated on listening to the movement outside the door.

Soon there were footsteps, Tong Yu held his breath and concentrated.

The other party walked to the door and put his hand on the door handle, Tong Yu suddenly opened the door, and Zhai Yu took a small step back and looked at Tong Yu calmly.

Tong Yu aimed at Zhai Yu's head and quickly swung the wooden stick. Zhai Yu took a step forward and blocked it with his arm, and then punched. Dragging her wrist, swung her in half a circle, slammed her against the wall, knocked over the wooden frame next to her, at the same time Tong Yu stepped out to close the door and locked it.

Zhai Yu's skill and reaction speed are not like a woman's at all, as if he didn't even feel pain, he flipped upright, and without the slightest pause, he rushed straight towards Tong Yu, grabbed the wooden stick and made a few moves, but Tong Yu was actually at a disadvantage , an accident has already been strangled by Zhai Yu's throat.

Tong Yu didn't resist, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shook his hand, revealing a thick knotted rope. The other end of the knotted rope was thrown into the paint mixing bucket, and he pulled back, and the bucket fell, and the mixed paint splashed everywhere. Just close your eyes.

Zhai Yu frowned and looked at Tong Yu, and felt a sudden change in the air pressure in the room. With the two of them at the center, a gust of wind blew up, and then a sticky liquid hit her head and body, and the liquid flowed down her hair. Seeping into the eyes, a tingling pain spread to the brain in an instant.

Tong Yu took this opportunity to get away, wrapped the thick rope in his hand around Zhai Yu's throat, tightened it tightly, and at the same time heard the sound of scattered footsteps running upstairs.

Di Yu couldn't stop struggling, changed his position a little, and punched Tong Yu hard, hitting Tong Yu's waist.The two backed away abruptly, and Tong Yu suddenly felt that his internal organs were about to vomit out. The blood in his whole body seemed to rush to his brain after the punch. It hit Tong Yu's back, causing him to stagger.He barely stood up, holding the rope tightly in his hands, and continued to exert strength until Zhai Yu gradually fainted.

Leaving Zhai Yu behind, Tong Yu covered his body and bent over to the door. Someone had already approached, and then Luo Jue's voice sounded: "Tong Yu, open the door!"

Tong Yu didn't expect Luo Jue to pick the time so accurately, neither early nor late.

Luo Jue: "Don't try to escape from the window, you can go and look outside."

Tong Yu walked to the window, and the people who were lazily chatting and eating before were already fully armed and armed with guns.

Luo Jue chuckled: "I just tested you, but I didn't expect you to be so dishonest." He opened the door with the key.

Luo Jue was followed by two sturdy bodyguards, one of them walked in, turned on the light, and the room was colorful and messy.

Tong Yu: "..."

Luo Jue raised his eyebrows and looked around the room, walked to the side of the fainted Zhai Yu, knelt down to monitor her injury, pinched her chin and shook her from side to side, patted Zhai Yu's face, and pressed her lower abdomen , Zhai Yu coughed lightly a few times, and slowly woke up.

A bodyguard came to help Zhai Yu leave, Luo Jue stood up, pinched his chin with his thumb and index finger and looked at Tong Yu, "You were also beaten badly."

Tong Yu: "I still can't die."

Luo Jue swung the other bodyguard back, and said with unclear meaning: "See that potted flower in your room?"

Tong Yu didn't speak.

Luo Jue: "That's the French chrysanthemum, do you know what the language of flowers is? If you don't know, you can look it up." He went to the shelf in the corner: "There is a flower language analysis book over there." Door.

Tong Yu turned around in the room, his head was pounding, his lower back began to protest after the initial numbness, and a strong soreness hit his body.He sat down dejectedly on the chair, was stunned for a while, and finally got up to read the books on the shelf in the corner.

Tong Yu directly found chrysanthemums, and dug out the flower language of French chrysanthemums: patience.

He threw the book back on the shelf and sat back in his chair full of doubts.Not long after, Luo Jue turned back, holding the tray in one hand and the medicine box in the other, and closed the door with his foot.

Luo Jue put the tray on the wooden table, "Come, let's have lunch first."

Tong Yu: "Treat me as a pet?"

Luo Jue opened his mouth, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I really don't know, so I am in the mood to treat pets! Come! Eat, my stubborn calf."

Tong Yu: "..."

Luo Jue: "Do you still want the master to feed you personally?"

Tong Yu dragged the chair, pointed it at the wooden table and began to eat, only took a few mouthfuls, and his stomach felt uncomfortable.Luo Jue picked up Tong Yu's clothes by himself, Tong Yu paused, and slapped his hand away.

Luo Jue wondered: "I'll give you medicine, you are a big man, can I still rape you?"

Tong Yu sat still, depressed because of his overreaction, he glanced at Luo Jue, and he didn't feel the same way.

Luo Jue turned up the air conditioner in the room, and simply let him take off his clothes, revealing the red and purple patches on his back, waist and abdomen.Luo Jue was merciless when he applied the medicine for massage, "You are such a freak, you will react a bit if it hurts, don't you feel it? Poker face, it's scary."

Tong Yu knew what Luo Jue meant. He had understood this truth since he was a child. A silent person would make people feel scary. For example, he has no joy when he laughs and no tears when he should cry, so he is scary.

Tong Yu: "What is your purpose? What is your patience?"

Luo Jue: "Yo! I know all the language of flowers." He stopped what he was doing, and said seriously, "I'm not a murderer."