[Hunting] The trip

The horn of liberty blows on your brow

01

Leisurely flying birds, carefree white clouds,

The wind rushing in all directions.

You are free.

suddenly stopped,

stopped

Birds fall, clouds rest,

The wind blows away at the end of the field of vision.

you stop

because of what.

02

Their bet continued until the next day.

Because Lika needs to spend some time to find a reliable laboratory.

At nightfall, Feitan and Lika took the bus home.Feitan sat by the window, half-closed his eyes, as if taking a nap, and Lika sat on the outside, with emerald green pupils, his curious eyes glancing over the surrounding people and the environment.

Missed the commute rush hour, the road is relatively smooth.It took them less than five or ten minutes to return from the city center to the high-end residential area on the outskirts of the city.

It would have been faster to take the subway.But Rika didn't like the restraint feeling trapped in the tin box.She likes to enjoy the city scenery along the road, although the scenery of the bustling city is always the same.

Fei Tan doesn't care.

He just broke off a man's palm when he got out of the car - he deliberately pretended to shake his hand to touch Lika's waist and hips.

Unlucky and lucky guy, left behind howling in the car, no one noticed how he was hurt.

Lika really had nothing to do with her, she didn't even look back.

She carried a suitcase in one hand and held him loosely in the other.

"Fei Tan, my injury is almost healed, where should I go next?"

Hearing this, Fei Tan gave her a quick sideways glance, and then turned his eyes away.

Did she notice?He purposely stayed in this city because of her injury.

What he said was——

"Do you want to get away with the bet? I won't give you a chance!"

Lika wrinkled her nose in distress, and complained: "If I knew you were so cruel, I wouldn't bet with you."

You actually said he was cruel? !Fei Tan raised his eyebrows, it was incredible.

She has never seen his truly ruthless side, or let her see tonight, he couldn't help thinking, his whole heart was about to move.

Alright, it's decided, the appetizers will be served tonight.

"I'd rather jump off the [-]th floor than turn into a doll. I hate dolls, and I don't have any freedom." She murmured, as if she was talking to someone in her sleep.

The peripheral light from the corner of Feitan's eyes imprinted her drooping beautiful side face, while her eyes were absorbed in the dark ground like a whirlpool.

The night breeze came slowly, wrapping the last sliver of summer heat in the daytime, swirling around the body.Her long hair brushed against the side of his face, itching gently.

He heard himself gloating: "Hey, I'm looking forward to it!"

Then he pulled her hard, ignoring her struggles and protests, and watched her staggeringly follow him and go home.

03

"Well... these two pieces of porcelain have a history of more than 600 years, and it is difficult to fire them. Like this high-footed bowl, the red in the glaze is pure and bright, without flying red, and the body is as white as snow, without yellowing or graying. Yes, if you pick it up and look at it under the light—see if you can see that the red pattern in the glaze on the outside can be reflected in the bowl, indicating that its body is as thin as paper. This is a rare top grade, preserved in such a way In good condition, it is even rarer. Not to mention the secret color bottle, until now, no one has been able to successfully reproduce the same color. Because it was produced less and circulated less in those days, it can now be seen in the antique market. It is said to be a priceless treasure.”

Sitting in the spacious living room, Lika took a sip of tea slowly, looked at the eloquent appraiser in front of her quietly, and looked at the greedy light in the eyes of the other party. The movements of her hands were slow and elegant. Slender as reeds by the water.Fei Tan sat obliquely on the beam on the second floor above their heads, his dark figure was hidden in the shadow of the day, his pair of slender golden eyes were both feminine and indifferent.

His eyes seemed to be projected on the two people in the hall downstairs, and he seemed to pass by them with narrowed eyes and drowsy eyes, with an idle expression on his whole face.

After listening to the price quoted by the middle-aged man for these two pieces of porcelain, the figure of hundreds of millions only made Lika's red lips part slightly, and she spit out a word: "Oh." She slowly put down the exquisite teacup in her hand, and then put the other treasure Push it under the eyelids of the other party.

"And this." Lika said flatly.

The middle-aged man could only reluctantly pull his gaze from the rare porcelain, and finally turned to the cowhide package she pushed over. When he opened it, he couldn't believe it. He beat his chest in disbelief.

"My great aunt, you packed them in cowhide, it's so reckless!"

Lika supported her head, leaning on the leather sofa, staring at him with emerald green eyes without blinking, her compelling beauty forced the heartbroken middle-aged man to put away his complaints.

"Let me see..." The other party bowed his head, unfolded the scroll, and studied it carefully with a magnifying glass.Lika waited for a while, but there was still no movement. She yawned sleepily and boredly, leaning on the sofa like a lazy puppet cat, with her delicate face surrounded by long hair bit by bit.Dozed off.

"Impossible, impossible..." The trembling tone of the other party awakened Lika, she opened her eyes and glanced at him, only to hear the man's tone mixed with fear and excitement, "This painting is... it is "Stingray" , that legendary cursed painting that attracts demons can't be true, it can't be true..."

Rika adjusted her sitting posture, kicked off her sandals, put her feet on the sofa, and the long skirt swayed gently on her white feet.Like the foam on the seashore.

She quietly watched the middle-aged man's face gradually distort, throwing away the magnifying glass and backing away until he fell off the chair, his eyes filled with horror.

But in the instinctive fear of death, a trace of nervous excitement was stimulated like the mud on the bottom of the sea, and gradually emerged, lighting up the already distorted ugly face.

It was a thrill of longing, a riot of lust.

Rika is well aware of this undisguised look.

She just looked at it with her chin in her hands, without saying a word, unmoved.

"Have you seen it? In this "Stingray", does the corpse of the stingray occupying the center look like a ghost with arms outstretched? There is also the cat with fried hair next to it. The reflection, it is said that it is the phantom of the devil, if you keep staring at it, you will be cursed. The oyster under the cat's feet looks like a rotten human ear. It's cold and stiff, look carefully, it's actually a vessel made of human bones..."

"How about this statue?" Lika asked bluntly, interrupting the man's absent-minded murmur.

The middle-aged man shook, swallowed his saliva, not willing to take his eyes off the strange and inexplicable "Stingray", and said: "This statue of "Dying Slave" by Master Buonarroti in the Renaissance is far away. It is not as valuable as this painting. No one knows the author of "The Ray", but he is already quite great based on this painting. Most people only know Buonarotti, but in my opinion, the painting Value is simply not measurable."

Lika frowned slightly, and asked, "You mean, this painting is more valuable than my porcelain?"

The middle-aged man nodded resolutely, and concluded in a very positive tone: "Of course! This painting is unique, and although porcelain is rare, it is not unique."

Lika hugged her knees, raised her eyebrows and remained silent.The aura of the whole person dimmed.

The middle-aged man finally realized that these priceless treasures were brought by the slender girl in front of him.She looks very delicate and beautiful, and she is only single.

Greed suddenly surged into his heart, the man's eyes were bloodshot, he was panting slightly, and his breathing was unsteady.As long as this door is closed, no one will know that a young girl has come to his shop today, as long as he takes the young girl and her treasures and leaves this place temporarily, no one will find out what he has done.

I really want to have all the treasures on the desktop in my pocket.

I really want to get the beautiful girl opposite.

The man's eyes changed.

Rika drooped her eyebrows and leaned her head against the sofa, looking defenseless.

With a babble, the door of the hall was closed, locking the world outside the door.The light was dim, and the faint light reflected Rika's white face.

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, and slowly walked towards Lika. He had already prepared several sets of arguments in his mind to trick the girl into following him. If it didn't work, he would also think about the more violent next steps.

Didn't wait to get past the middle table.He stopped suddenly.

His horrified eyes hit a black muzzle.

Rika drew a gun from her pocket and pointed it at him.

The man tried to break Rika's guard with some defensive words, but he had no chance.

A figure descended from the sky, and he couldn't even see the corner of the other person's clothes clearly. The next moment, the height of his line of sight suddenly dropped rapidly, and then, the eyeballs shot out from his eye sockets and rolled down to the ground covered with blankets.Accompanied by thick blood, it splashed all over the ground, and stopped in front of the sofa where Rika was.

Fei Tan lifted his foot and stepped down from the body that was crushed into a meat paste, the footprints of blood and flesh paste were clearly visible in the room.The footprints stretched in front of Rika.

"You lost." He opened his mouth, his golden eyes gleaming with pleasure and evil.

The black pistol|gun clicked and fell into the pool of blood on the carpet.

Rika looked up at him feebly, and admitted wearily: "I lost."

She really wanted to renege on the debt, but facing him, she couldn't do it.She doesn't like cheating and lying in front of him.So she could only honestly say: "Well, from now on, I will do what you ask." She turned her head to look at the wall clock, it was 46:54:[-] in the afternoon.

"It's only 72 hours." She reminded him eagerly.

— Fortunately, there is a time limit.

——If you knew it earlier, there would be no time limit!

This idea flashed through my mind in an instant, but if there was no time limit, this seemingly clumsy woman would definitely not agree.Feitan thought silently, but this time was enough for him to appreciate her painful expression.

Anyway, he should win this time.

"Shut up, don't talk."

Feitan watched as Lika's lips closed when he was hesitant to speak, her emerald green eyes were darkened, and her eyes lowered, no longer looking at him.

Well, this time it was indeed his victory.

The author has something to say: Buonarotti is Michelangelo

The painting of the ray does exist, and the dead ray looks like a ghost

Feitan finally abused Lika mentally, but as I said, this is a story about Feitan looking for abuse