you are scary

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Bai Qianwan had never seen Song Nongmo in a police uniform. It seemed that because the police station had a regulation that he had to change into plain clothes after get off work, Song Nongmo usually wore plain clothes when he went out to work.

Thinking of this, Bai Qianwan felt very regretful.

As early as in high school, Song Nongmo was very interested in the special incident handling department. In addition, he has a yin and yang eye, so it is not surprising that he finally came up with the idea of ​​becoming a special department criminal policeman.At that time, Bai Qianwan heard about his career plan, and he was imagining how Song Nongmo would look in a black police uniform—it was delicious, like a cake covered with chocolate decorations.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Song Nongmo returned home after get off work.

He bought this house after he discovered Bai Qianwan's trace a year ago. At the beginning, he had the intention of letting Bai Qianwan live in it. After working around for nearly a year, he managed to move Bai Qianwan here from the haunted house .

The hired aunt was mopping the floor in the living room. Seeing Song Nongmo, she said, "He's back? He seems to be in good spirits. Do you want me to help feed the medicine?"

"Need not."

Song Nongmo unbuttoned his cuff buttons, and when he opened the door, Bai Qianwan was watching TV on the bed.A white and handsome young man with a bare upper body and black chains on his slender wrists. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he lazily glanced over with a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

"When did you wear a police uniform?"

This was Bai Qianwan's first reaction when he saw him.

Instead of questioning him why he locked himself here, or scolding him for misconduct, but asking an irrelevant question... Bai Qianwan is a weirdo.

"At work." Song Nongmo was deeply puzzled. He closed the door and stood by the bed to change his clothes.He usually wears shirts and jackets almost all the time, with a thin layer of material, the muscle lines of his shoulders are faintly visible.

Unscrupulously looking at his upper body with his shirt off, Bai Qianwan did not forget to ask about the uniform: "Then can I visit you at your unit next time? I want to see you in uniform."

"Don't think about it." Song Nongmo simply poured a basin of cold water.

"Your unit doesn't welcome me?"

"No."

Song Nongmo's words were nothing more than implying that he would not release Bai Qianwan.

Bai Qianwan couldn't get out of this door, so how could he go to Song Nongmo's work unit?

Bai Qianwan was suddenly depressed.He stared at Song Nongmo's bare back - Mr. Song's back muscles are strong and sexy, if you peel them off and bake them on a rack... forget it.

He didn't mention his house arrest, and Song Nongmo acted as if nothing had happened.Thinking of this, Bai Qianwan became furious, and couldn't help reminding him: "You are illegally detained!"

"En." Song Nongmo's voice was very perfunctory.

He went to the closet to look for his clothes. The closet was turned into a mess by Bai Qianwan, as if he had used it to vent his anger.

As soon as he thought of Bai Qianwan kicking and beating against the cabinet, Song Nongmo was hit on the back by the sudden pillow.

"According to Article 230 of the "Hua Guo Criminal Law", the crime of illegal detention shall be punished with a fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years--Did you hear me?"

Bai Qianwan's thin memory must have been spent on memorizing criminal laws.Why do you have to memorize the criminal law?

Can't think about it...

Song Nongmo put on his trousers, cast a sideways glance at Bai Qianwan who was puffing up on the bed, and calmly picked up the pillow that fell on the floor and put it back in its place.Bai Qianwan's sad eyes wrapped around his body, which was chilly.

"I'm going to call the police." Bai Qianwan said quietly.

"You won't call the police," Song Nongmo looked down at him leisurely, "If you had this thought, my mobile phone would have been blown up by the aunt who was cooking. If I didn't call the police this morning, I won't make that call in the future. "

Bai Qianwan stared at him without saying a word.

He hit it off——

How can he be so confident?

"So what on earth are you keeping me here for?" Bai Qianwan asked.

"I was thinking about this before I came here."

Song Nongmo sat by the bed and met his eyes.

His expression was too serious, but what he said was unbelievable: "The conclusion is that I have wanted to do this for a long time."

"I always feel that if you are not locked up, you will run around and do something that breaks the bottom line of society's morality."

Song Nongmo looked as if he was thinking about a difficult problem of the century.

"..."

What kind of reason is this.

After being deeply attracted by the description of "breaking the bottom line of social morality", Bai Qianwan moved his position and moved closer to Song Nongmo: "For example?"

"Torturing and killing people and then eating them."

Is it because Wang Ejie's RV parked at the entrance of the haunted house yesterday, adding to Song Nongmo's crazy imagination?

Although Bai Qianwan had thought about this kind of thing before, but for 24 years, due to various reasons, he never took action on it.

"So you're worried about this."

After pondering for a while, Bai Qianwan understood why he was under house arrest.

Song Nongmo's fear was that Bai Qianwan would become the second ogre.He tried to seal Baiqianwan, not only to protect Baiqianwan, but also to protect other people.

"I lied to you," Song Nongmo said suddenly, "There are other reasons. For example, I wanted to imprison you, like today."

"why?"

"Your safety," Song Nongmo pointed to the thumping place of Bai Qianwan's left chest, he smiled slightly, "and my sense of safety. If you are not where I can see, I will be very disturbed."

"..."

Always feel weird.

Bai Qianwan looked down at the index finger that was touching him, the green onion was slender, and the slow movements were lazy and ambiguous.

Things seem to be going wrong...

"You don't deny that you are a cannibal now?" Song Nongmo's tone was teasing, "Will you be lenient when you confess?"

Hearing this, Bai Qianwan suddenly became embarrassed.Why do you care so much about this issue?It was Song Nongmo who had to ask, and it was Song Nongmo who couldn't accept the facts.

"It is necessary to refute," Bai Qianwan sighed, raised a finger, and argued, "In fact, I don't have an appetite for everyone, so don't treat me as a bomb/bomb for indiscriminate attacks. "

"What kind of human flesh do you like?"

Song Nongmo played with that old lighter again.He is now obviously a smoker who is used to thinking while smoking - when Bai Qianwan separated from him, he did not show any signs of fondness for tobacco.

Nine years... passed in the blink of an eye.

"I like you like this." Bai Qianwan's eyes wandered over Song Nongmo's upper body.There is no fat, a well-trained body with well-proportioned bones and flesh. Just seeing this body can arouse Bai Qianwan's interest in cooking.Although the ogre Huang Zeruo died, his hobbies have subtly influenced another cannibal.No wonder Song Nongmo was so vigilant...

Song Nongmo exhaled a puff of smoke: "I know that."

Bai Qianwan's heart seemed to be rising slowly like these soft smoke.

He used to like to chat with Song Nongmo.He is really delicious and good-looking, just looking at Song Nongmo makes him feel good.

"Human beings are divided into two types: 'can eat' and 'can't eat'." Under the influence of his happy mood, Bai Qianwan almost forgot that he was under house arrest. He didn't even mind saying more about the world in the eyes of cannibals. Song Nongmo watched, "'Can eat' has two branches: 'want to eat' and 'don't want to eat'. You don't have to be so nervous, I don't just want to eat someone when I see it."

Song Nongmo was obviously very interested: "Is there any specific object in the 'want to eat' category?"

"Yes," Bai Qianwan glanced at Song Nongmo's eyes, and said slowly, "You and your sister—you are the only one joking."

"It can only be me." Song Nongmo's smile was very ethereal, "Don't think about other people."

"Okay." Bai Qianwan said nonsense.

In fact, there are quite a few people he wants to eat.

Confessing part of what was in his heart, Bai Qianwan's suppressed emotions relaxed a little.The atmosphere is good right now, and it is necessary for him to put the business on the agenda.

"So you're not going to keep me locked here forever?"

Bai Qianwan shook his arm complainingly.

This arm with chains was pale and slender, as if it could be broken at any time.

Bai Qian looks so vulnerable.

However, Wang Ejie died——

"You don't suspect who I killed again, do you?" Bai Qianwan was keenly aware of something, "I'm not as exaggerated as you think. Your suspicion is worse than mine."

"You are dangerous, in every sense," Song Nongmo said lightly, "Li Jue'ai and Pei Yihui both died very strangely. Now, Wang Ejie died unexpectedly due to a sudden illness. I always find it strange that he came to see you before he died. Why?"

"He reminded me to be careful, that's all."

"Are you being targeted too?" Song Nongmo looked thoughtfully at the scar on Bai Qianwan's left eye. The scar had scabbed off, leaving only a trace of light pink. Recruit perverts?"

So I recruited you too.

Bai Qianwan quietly slandered.

Song Nongmo, who can think of putting his high school classmates under house arrest, and has made all the preparations and put them into action, is no longer a normal person.

During the silence, the aunt said outside the door: "I have prepared the food."

Song Nongmo pinched his cigarette, got up and asked, "Do you want to have dinner together? Let's treat it as supper."

"I've eaten, haven't you eaten yet?"

"No, work overtime today."

Bai Qianwan looked at his back, and suddenly had the idea of ​​going on a hunger strike to protest for freedom.

This kind of thing still needs to be considered in the long run, and he should have a better choice.

Song Nongmo disappeared from Bai Qianwan's sight for a while.When Song Nongmo had dinner, took a shower, and returned to the bedroom, he was attacked by the pillow again.

Bai Qianwan was lying on the bed, wearing a pair of shorts, his slender legs were draped over the crumpled quilt, white as jade, with black handcuffs and chains on his wrists, but his face was cold, exactly like An angry beauty in captivity.

"I just remembered my phone. When will you return it to me?" Bai Qianwan spread his palms.

Song Nongmo then handed him the phone: "Don't play for too long."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then complained: "There is nothing in the bedroom. I can't eat anything except three meals a day, and I can't go out to buy, not even vitamin C tablets."

"Would you like a fruit snack?"

Bai Qianwan nodded: "I thought you had these things in your captivity."

"No, you think too much of captivity."

"You want to abuse me?"

"What are you thinking? You know that abuse is not defined in this way." Song Nongmo had no choice but to place an order quickly on his mobile phone: "Is there anything else you want?"

Bai Qianwan, who deliberately made things difficult for him, thought and thought, and a light bulb lit up in his head.

He asked, "Where did the little witch go?"

"It's in the house in District A."

"I want the cat to play with me."

"This really has to wait until tomorrow..."

It was another pillow that flew over to answer Song Nongmo.

He had no choice but to change the subject: "Sleep together at night?"

"If you're not afraid of being strangled to death with chains after you're sound asleep... whatever you want." Bai Qianwan shook the handcuffs provocatively.

Song Nongmo Wan'er: "The chance of such an accident happening is too small. If you really want to kill me, I will die when I was 17."

Bai Qianwan did not refute.

Song Nongmo knows this very well, so he has nothing to fear.

Too confident, this kind of person should be hit by reality.

Just finding out that his young friend has become a potential murderer has already made Song Nongmo go crazy and out of control. Bai Qianwan suspected that if he really attacked him, he would kill Bai Qianwan with a single shot, and then to surrender.

Gunshots sounded.

boom--

Before he died, Bai Qianwan could probably see a pair of teary eyes, and the other party would use this to commemorate their ambiguous friendship for many years.

What interrupted Bai Qianwan's preoccupation was the call from the express delivery company. Song Nongmo answered and went downstairs to pick up the delivery service.

As a result, there were several large boxes in the master bedroom, full of snacks, drinks and fruits. He glanced at them with a lack of interest, and yawned, showing no intention of opening them for inspection.

Seeing this, Song Nongmo asked, "Sleep?"

The lights are off.

In the darkness, Bai Qianwan's mind was still active.

"When are you going to let me out?" He poked Song Nongmo's arm, and was immediately grabbed by Song Nongmo sensitively, and he stuffed his hands and chain back into the quilt.

"I don't have any plans right now. I'll tell you when I think about it. Go to sleep." Song Nongmo said.

"I need time off." He decided to liken house arrest to going to work.

"No."

"Then I will start a hunger strike tomorrow."

"..."

Bai Qianwan was persuasive and persuasive: "Mr. Song, everyone can take a step back in order to achieve a win-win situation."

Song Nongmo relied on his soft heart to be confident, so why not Bai Qianwan?As long as he wants to, just bite his tongue or hit the wall once, he can set foot on the way back to the haunted house.

However, Song Nongmo's ability to come up with this kind of captivity shows that he is already seriously ill, and it's really not good to provoke him any more. Bai Qianwan intends to force him to do so for the time being.

"...two days a month." Song Nongmo said.

"Are you a cruel landlord who exploited labor in the old society?"

"Four days."

Bai Qianwan was rather dissatisfied: "The specific day is up to me."

"When you go out, you need to send me instant location."

"But you can't watch it when you're at work."

"So you can only go out when I am resting."

"……make a deal."

Bai Qianwan turned on the phone reluctantly.

There are several unread messages lying in the text box.

ten hours ago:

【He's here for lunch. 】

Nine hours ago:

【He left~ But I asked him, and he said he would come back tomorrow evening. 】

The number of the text message is an unfamiliar mobile phone number, it must be the restaurant waiter.

As for the "he" in the text message, needless to say, it can only be the mysterious character Bai Cheng.

Seven hours ago: 【Are you free for dinner tomorrow?long time no see】

This is a message from Ruan Zhi.

"Stop playing and sleep."

Song Nongmo's hand suddenly touched his face and pinched it.

"Yeah." Bai Qianwan hastily turned off the phone.

The hand brushed across his shoulders, caressing his back gently.

"Why are there burns?" Song Nongmo asked.

"can not say."

"Did they do it, or did you do it yourself?"

"Don't tell you."

When he closed his eyes, a black and white form appeared before Bai Qianwan's eyes.Song Nongmo's name lay alone in the category of "want to eat/can't eat", which was particularly eye-catching.

This person was fearing that Bai Qianwan would become the next man devourer.

Probably Song Nongmo also agrees with that protection theory. A tiger that has eaten human tourists cannot return to the zoo. If the tiger is not executed, it can only be closed separately, because the tiger has realized that humans are easy prey.

Bai Qianwan couldn't help but imagine, whether the tigers also felt the same dilemma as him when facing the breeder who lived with him day and night?

"I love you, I'm a monster, but I love you. I'm mean, brutal...but I love you..."(1)

He recited these words lightly and silently, and fell asleep in the dark night.

The author has something to say:

(1) Bonakov's "Lolita"