There is always a corpse that suits your taste

In the darkness, Cheng Yi suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

He tried to hypnotize himself to forget the scenes just now, telling himself that it was just a dream.But those naive but vicious sarcasm, ignorant but disgusted, seemed to have taken root in his mind.He can't forget it, and he can't ignore it.

Cheng Yi's recent experience has overbearingly changed his thinking that everything can be explained by science.This made him start to think, whether everything in the dream was just a dream, or it happened in real existence.

After calming down his beating heart, Cheng Yi lost all sleepiness.

Pale moonlight squeezed in through the gaps in the wood of the small window, and extended to the bed, making the sleeping face of the man next to him lose some of his human color.It was pale and icy cold, like a corpse.

I don't know what this man is here for, but he walked all the way with them.Cheng Yi, as an adult with a normal IQ, should have taken precautions against a person with a strong military force and no clear background and purpose.Don't say don't talk to strangers, at least he shouldn't sleep in the same bed with this person.

But Cheng Yi's intuition told him that this person was harmless to him.

What a terrifying and accurate intuition, the other party did not hurt him, but helped him several times.

Cheng Yi looked at it silently for a while, wondering if it was because he was too lonely at the moment, but he actually saw some similarities with Shi Yanqing from this man's face.

Shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile, Cheng Yi sat up, got dressed and went out.

He is still troubled by a problem. The matter of delivering the letter is easy to solve, but how to find the wooden man?

what colour?What style?What size?

Ugh……

Cheng Yi opened the door lightly, and then closed the door lightly. After passing through the dark and narrow corridor, he saw a dim oil lamp burning in the main room that should have been equally dark, and the light leaked through the crack of the door. The incoming wind blew flickeringly, and sometimes the light of the fire flickered over the photo, filling the main room with a sense of gloom.

Cheng Yi paused when he saw the light, subconsciously looked for the light and turned his head, just in time to meet the posthumous photo, at that moment, he was so frightened that he almost turned around and ran away.

Then I realized that it was just a photo, and I spurned myself in my heart for being too timid.

Cheng Yi could vaguely see a person sitting beside the oil lamp, with his back turned to him, who was constantly busy.

Looking at the back, it seems to be the old lady.Doubts arose in Cheng Yi's heart, what are you doing without sleeping in the middle of the night?

Cheng Yi walked over to look curiously.The old man had tinnitus and dizziness, and the light was weak, and she didn't notice Cheng Yi walked in front of her.

Cheng Yi really couldn't see what those boxy things in her hand were. She didn't know what kind of paper was printed with patterns, and then folded and glued the edges. What is this for?Really confused, Cheng Yi had no choice but to ask: "What is this in your hand?"

The old lady let out an "ah" and raised her head slowly. The place where the eyes should have been turned into two blood holes on her face, and blood was gurgling out.

Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he cried out.

The fire suddenly went out at this time, and the surroundings were pitch black. Cheng Yi could only hear the gradually louder rustling sounds around him, like the sound of countless clothes rubbing against each other.

what happened?

Cheng Yi stood motionless, feeling cold all over, until a stick-like hand grabbed his ankle, and he was so frightened that he stepped on it with the other foot.

The sound was slowly approaching, and even Cheng Yi could smell the rancid smell.One hand grabbed his trouser leg, and the other hand grabbed his clothes...

At this moment, his mind seemed to be knocked hard, and he suddenly opened his eyes.It was still dark in front of my eyes, but those things with a disgusting smell disappeared.

Cheng Yi lay beside the bed and retched a few times, trembling all over.

A hand stretched out from behind him, running along his back one by one, and he suddenly calmed down.

The man hugged the quilt and sat behind him, opened his dark eyes, and looked at him calmly. His face, which was white like a zombie just now, was weirdly festive by the red backside. He couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth bent.

The man blinked slowly, and also showed a slightly stiff smile.

Cheng Yi couldn't help but leaned towards him, "I'm asking you something, if yes, you just nod, if not, you shake your head. Do you agree? If you agree, nod."

Under Cheng Yi's expectant gaze, the man nodded slowly.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Cheng Yi smiled again. The man probably liked Cheng Yi's smile very much, and raised his hand to touch Cheng Yi's face.

Cheng Yi was taken aback, but didn't take it seriously.After all, there are very few people in this world who really like the same sex, and most people like the opposite sex.It's just touching his face. He can't think that all the men who make a little intimate gesture towards him like him just because he likes men.

Putting this matter behind him, Cheng Yi asked, "Have I ever gone out before?"

Cheng Yi saw the man shaking his head.

He couldn't help asking: "maybe you slept soundly when I went out, don't know."

Seeing that Cheng Yi didn't believe it, the man held up one of his hands and wrote and scratched on his palm.A little itchy, Cheng Yi couldn't help shrinking his hands.

The man squeezed his hand, as if blaming him for not paying attention.

"Okay, you write, you write!" Cheng Yi gasped, damn, are this man's hands made of iron?It's a fucking pain to pinch.

The man wrote very seriously, stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to engrave these words in Cheng Yi's palm.

After he wrote it several times, Cheng Yi felt that he understood what he wrote.

The man "said": I'm a light sleeper, I'll know if you move.

"That's it, how could it be like this? If it's a dream, it's too real, and it's still a dream within a dream." Cheng Yi muttered depressingly.

After muttering, Cheng Yi asked again: "By the way, did you have any dreams when you were sleeping?"

The man "said": I dreamed about something from my childhood, which is not very good.

After writing with the palm of his hand, Cheng Yi felt that he had become acquainted with the man a lot. "Listening" to what he said, Cheng Yi couldn't help but tease him, "Why, did you dream that you were bullied when you were young? Or was it wetted by the bed and beaten by your parents?"

The man looked at Cheng Yi silently, making him a little guilty, and couldn't help thinking: Did he get it wrong?The man wasn't trying to form a friendship with him by writing in his hand. Was his joke too far?

"Actually, wetting the bed is nothing. Everyone wets the bed when they were young, and I did the same. There's nothing to be ashamed of..." I couldn't continue.

When talking, he unconsciously grabbed the quilt cover with his fingertips. If someone he didn't know made a joke about his bed-wetting when he was a child, he might be angry too, right?Maybe.

The man finally looked away, lowered his head and continued writing: Many people didn't like me when I was young, and I don't understand why.

This, this should be regarded as a scar in the other party's heart, right? "It's because they don't have insight and don't know the goods. How powerful you are now."

The man "said": They all hit me.

"Don't be sad."

The man "said": Don't be sad, you are here.

Hey?

Cheng Yi was speechless, did he set a flag for himself just now?