Gong is a heartthrob

But after returning that night, Xavier had a nightmare.He himself is emotionally weak, and few things can stay in his heart, so he rarely dreams.

But this dream is a bit too real.

He dreamed that he was back in that corridor again.

The lights flickered on and off, as if they were about to go out at any moment. There was no one in the corridor, and he could even hear his own breathing, but as he walked forward, he heard a man's voice coming from that door.

He understood that if he didn't explore the secrets in this door, maybe he wouldn't be able to wake up.

Xavier approached the door and listened intently to the movement inside. He first heard the man's harsh and harsh words, like a ghost crawling out of hell, announcing that he was going to torture an innocent human being.Then, there was the sound of sharpening a knife, swish swish, that was his tool for torture.In the end, it was the poor victim. His mouth was stuffed with cloth strips, his hands and feet were tied up with hemp rope, but his eyes were open, and he watched the devil approaching him with fear. It made his heart beat violently, and he wanted to yell, but the mouth blocked by the cloth strips could only make him make a "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" sound.

He is getting closer!

The butcher's knife rose into the air, and it was about to chop at his head in the next second.

He closed his eyes.

However, at that moment, the gate of hell was broken open. He opened his eyes tremblingly, and saw that man was beaten to the ground, and his knife was thrown away.

It was only a moment from death to new life, and when he was about to step through the gates of hell, someone pulled him out, pulled him out of the gates of hell, although his movements were rude and impatient, and his voice was even It was as cold as ice, but in his eyes it was so warm and burning that he wanted to cry.

He did cry.

He hugged the man and cried loudly.

He was out of breath from crying, almost exhausted from crying, but he hugged the person around him so hard that he almost exhausted all his strength.

Xavier looked at the boy who was holding him. He was obviously a tall man of 1.8 meters, but he was desperately trying to draw himself into his arms. Looking at him was a bit too pitiful, so he didn't stop him too much, but he Just kept crying like this, until the last tears were drained and still choking, Xavier was helpless, and said, "Is that so scared?"

Fearing that he would have a nervous breakdown, he immersed himself in nightmares over and over again, and became a lamb for the villains time and time again.

Xavier thought, it seems that his actions last night really scared him, otherwise he wouldn't be involved.

The protagonist choked in his arms and poked his head out, with snot and tears sticking to his face. Xavier felt a little disgusted when he saw it, so he took a tissue from his pocket and asked him to wipe it off.

"Okay, I saved you, don't pester me anymore." He said this to the ghost, not to the person in front of him who lost his memory.With that Xavier ripped him off of himself.

Although the protagonist couldn't understand what he said, he understood what he meant.

He didn't want to follow him by himself.

He wants to leave.

There was fear in the protagonist's eyes. He wanted to call him, but he didn't know his name. He went forward and wanted to pull his sleeve, but what he caught was a cloud of air.

He disappeared.

……

Xavier opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling silently for a while.Sunlight streams in through the glass windows, illuminating the entire bedroom.

It has been a long time since there was such warm sunshine.

Life is still going on, although in Xavier's view, every world is the same, and it is the same wherever he goes, so occasionally something goes wrong, and he is still too lazy to leave.

I don't know when it started, muddling along has become the normal state of his life.

Xavier squatted down, raised the SLR in his hand, and took a picture of the black cat lying on the concrete floor not far away.

The lazy and cute posture of the black cat made him feel happy, so he put away the camera and approached it.

Xavier knelt down, put his hands on the black cat's body, and stroked its fur tenderly.I don't know if the breath on his body is too gentle. The sensitive black cat didn't avoid his touch, but rubbed against his hand, purring comfortably.

Xavier frowned.

But all of a sudden, the cat, which was so docile by him, frowned, straightened up and ran away.

Xavier frowned, looked behind him, and found that there was no one behind him.