What kind of experience is it to be stared at by the male god captain [Interstellar]

Song Yin asked: "Then will you kill me?"

Yi's movements stopped suddenly, his hand moved away from Song Yin's wrist, and slowly stroked Song Yin's cheek, stroking the corner of his lips.

The man's fingertips were rough, with hard calluses, and there was still hot and humid liquid on the palm.Song Yin tried not to think about what those liquids were.

Then the man's hand moved from his cheek to Song Yin's neck, suddenly tightening his throat.

"I can let you try."

Song Yin only had time to let out a short breath, and then only the young man's painful panting was left in the quiet space.

"I heard that people will have many hallucinations when they are suffocated, and they can see many scenes in their memories, which are called revolving lanterns. Some of the memories may not be remembered by themselves. You can just use this to see if what I said before is true. , "Yi's hand tightened more and more, "It's a pity that it's too dark here, I can't see anything, otherwise I can also appreciate your expression..."

Song Yin felt that the air in his chest was drained little by little, he was like a fish washed ashore by the tide, the shadow of death shrouded his head mercilessly, and he could do nothing about it, he could only watch himself The departure of consciousness.

The vitality was being exhausted little by little, and when it reached a certain point, a white light flashed in front of Song Yin's eyes, and in an instant, everything returned to calm——

Yi suddenly let go of his hand.

Song Yin was already silent.

Yi let go of Song Yin's slender neck, and there was a few seconds of silence in the air.Then suddenly, there was only a "pop", crisp and loud, and then another, one after another, the sound was infinitely amplified in the darkness.

Yi's slaps fell on Song Yin's face continuously, but the latter didn't respond to it.Just when his complexion became more and more ugly, Song Yin's body suddenly bounced, and then he fell heavily back on the bed: "Cough, cough cough! Cough——"

Song Yin began to cough violently, the frequency was messy, and the whole person coughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and the handcuffs beside the bed also made noises because of his fierce struggle against the bed.

"Song Yin, Song Yin!" Yi shouted twice, but Song Yin couldn't hear him at all, he had lost his ability to think, and now he was relying entirely on instinct to survive.

"Cough cough...cough, cough cough..."

Hearing that Song Yin's cough was getting weaker and weaker, and the rhythm was getting faster and faster, Yi didn't think too much, and directly split the handcuffs with one hand.The metal handcuffs snapped immediately and fell to the floor with a thud.

Yi asked Song Yinping to lie on the bed and shouted into his ear, "If you want to survive, follow my rhythm! Breathe first—"

While talking, he pressed Song Yin's hands and feet that were constantly moving: "Exhale——"

Song Yin was dizzy, and there was only a man's voice in his mind, that voice was very familiar, and he did what the other party said without thinking.

"Breathing in—breathing out—"

After several reincarnations, the extent of Song Yin's struggle finally gradually decreased, but his body was still trembling unconsciously, and he could feel the cold sweat on his forehead.

Yi got off Song Yin's body and was just about to leave when he felt his right hand being grabbed by someone. He looked back and saw that there was no one else here.

There was a strange feeling in Yi's heart, he ignored the past, and then separated Song Yin's fingers from his hand one by one.

He could feel that Song Yin's hand refused to let go, but he still pulled it out, letting Song Yin's hand hang down without a hitch.

But Yi, who had turned his head back, showed a smile that he didn't even notice: "It would have been better if it had been like this earlier."

He walked to the door and pressed the switch next to the door, and the lights in the room suddenly turned on.The light wasn't too bright, but it was enough to see the man's face clearly.

Deep dark blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a face like a knife, and a black military uniform——Lu Weipo.

But at this time, he was inconsistent with his usual image. His hands were blood stained, and his eyes were not the usual easy-going and comfortable eyes, but full of shady evil and murderous intent.

That kind of look is different from his chilling look on the battlefield, but a playful look that regards human life as nothing.This kind of look is more frightening than cold-blooded.

Turning on the dim light, Lu Weipo returned to the bedside.

Song Yin's arms hugged her tightly, her body curled up into a small piece, only occupying a corner of the bed.His lips were blue and white, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his brows were deeply furrowed.There was an obvious red pinch mark around his neck, which was now purple, and half of his clothes were ripped open, exposing his chest.

The bed was even more messy, with deep and shallow bloodstains everywhere. The sheets were wrinkled and were no longer in their original positions, and some places were torn apart by sharp tools, and the blood seeped directly from the sheets into the bed.The handcuffs that had already been broken in half also fell to the ground alone.

Lu Weipo took out a black cloth from the head of the bed to bind Song Yin's eyes, and then tied his hands again with black insulating tape.During this period, Song Yin fell asleep peacefully without any resistance.

He pulled the sheet from under Song Yin, clenched it into a ball and threw it on the ground, then took another sheet and a quilt from the cabinet, and spread them on the bed.

Lu Weibo collected all the things on the ground and threw them into the garbage disposal port. After watching the red words "clearing completed" on it for a while, he left.

The moment the door was closed, the lights in the room were suddenly dimmed, and the room returned to calm.

Lu Weipo walked out of the house, locked the door, and went directly to the space elevator in District Seven.

The road is very empty, with occasional aircraft passing overhead.The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset is scattered. This is the twilight time of Britono.Although all the scenes in the sky are projected by the intelligent AI calculation model, they are enough to be fake and pleasing to the eye.

Lu Weipo didn't care about looking at the scenery, so he went directly to the fifth district.Not long after that, he stood in front of his room in the fifth district.

He didn't enter the door, but took a few steps back, and then walked in a certain direction as if he was recalling the trajectory of the road.

In front of it is a small basement, and above the basement is an abandoned clinic, which is small in scale and only has one floor.The address of this clinic is in the suburbs, and the weeds at the door are taller than people.

At this time, on the operating table in one of the few operating rooms in the clinic, there was a man lying on the operating table, who was the one who had imprisoned Song Yin for half a month.

He had metal prostheses installed on one arm and right leg, and the clothes that were covering them were removed, exposing them out of thin air.His figure is not thin, his stomach is slightly protruding, and his clothes are propped up in an arc, which does not match his embarrassed appearance.

When he heard the sound of the automatic door, he turned his head to look, but his whole body was restrained by metal clips, so he could only turn his head a small amount, but it was enough, enough for him to see who came in. The man who trapped him here.

He immediately struggled: "What do you want to do?! Let me go!"

Lu Weipo stepped onto the operating table, turned on the operating light, and with a bang, the man under the strong light couldn't even open his eyes.

Lu Weipo got straight to the point: "In the past half a month, you arrested Song Yin?"

The fat man didn't expect Lu Weipo to ask this question, he was stunned for a moment, then he quickly reacted and spat at Lu Weipo: "This is our personal grievance. What the hell are you doing! "

Lu Weipo didn't speak, he snapped and pressed a button on the operating table, and the metal clips on the fat man's arms were immediately opened.However, before he had time to raise his arm, the next second, Lu Weipo raised the knife in his hand, and the scalpel was inserted straight through the junction of the man's arm prosthesis and shoulder. Without even a sound, the knife came from the other end of the skin Show a head.

The fat man was shocked for a moment, he couldn't even react to what happened just now, he could only open his eyes and witness what happened in front of him.

Lu Weipo turned the scalpel in one direction, turning a bloody hole in the flesh and blood of the fat man's shoulder, and then pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground.

Hearing the crisp sound of a knife landing on the ground, at the same time, Lu Weipo pressed the fat man's shoulder with his left hand, and grabbed his prosthetic limb with his right hand, and gently pulled it to both sides, and the metal prosthetic limb left as easily as peeling wallpaper the man.

The man's painful cry resounded in the operating room instantly.

"I'm impatient, so I'll ask you one last time," Lu Weipo said slowly, with a voice that sounded like the most ruthless devil from hell: "Did you catch Song Yin in the past half a month?"

The fat man gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but he still couldn't admit it easily: "So what if it's me! So what if it's not?! That's the punishment he deserves! He's a scum! A social scum! He deserves it! Die early!"

Lu Weipo's face became more and more ugly. He looked at the fat man's chattering, and just wanted him to shut up forever.

He didn't expect that even if he knew that Song Yin was not running away, he would still be very angry.

Once he thought of the half month when he lost control of Song Yin, he felt very uncomfortable. It felt like countless ants were crawling on his heart, even gnawing on it. The lingering concern made him very angry .

Lu Weipo sneered suddenly, and opened the metal clips that fixed the man's legs. The man's struggling body lost balance due to pain, and he rolled off the operating table all at once.

Lu Weipo stepped on the concave side of his collarbone, and said indifferently: "But you have lived long enough, haven't you?"

"What do you mean……"

"Then let me make it clearer - number 6762."

As soon as Lu Weipo finished speaking, the man's expression changed.