rambunctious lover

The prisoner woke up from his dream.

He slowly opened his eyes, and greeted a glimmer of darkness.

Realizing that his line of sight was blocked, a playful smile climbed up the corner of his mouth.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to personally experience the most vulgar scene in detective novels—kidnapping.

The prisoner snorted, knowing that he is famous...

etc!His face suddenly changed, what was his name?

The prisoner leaned forward, trying his best to think, as if several forces in his head were desperately pulling each other.

ah ah ah—

His headache was splitting, and even his breathing became short of breath.

Even so, the prisoner still clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain back into his stomach intact.

Perhaps God was merciful to his efforts, fragments began to flash:

Flutter—

The cold sharp blade cut through the flesh, and the hot blood bloomed red flowers on the wooden floor.

He fell into a long-prepared embrace, and a warm kiss fell on the side of his face.

Someone leaned close to his ear and said affectionately and sarcastically:

[You are jealous, right, XXX. ]

"XXX" should be his own name, the prisoner guessed.

But these words are like a gun equipped with a silencer, and I can't hear them clearly.

The prisoner gave up, or was forced to give up.

A noise interrupted his thoughts.

"Nightmare, you can't escape."

"Hehe, tired. I didn't expect you to be obsessed with being superior. Is this true? I remember you once lived in Spider Mountain, didn't you?"

There was a brief silence followed by a fleeting cold hum.

"Can't you hear the meaning of Master Wu Mi, he no longer needs to be killed, except for the one who replaced Naruto, the fate of other ghosts is..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the seemingly absent sighs dissipated in the air.

tap tap —

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching the prisoner, he secretly tightened his body.

"Vampire Art—"

"Wait, I'm tired. Look at a human being lying here! What does Master Wu Mi want us to do?"

"Hmph, don't delay. When we meet humans, is there any other way besides eating them?"

"Perhaps... you can make him a family member?"

The prisoner listened with bated breath to the back-and-forth conversations, which contained information that added to the confusion of his thoughts.

But, now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself.

The prisoner took a deep breath...

It's been a long time since I heard another person speak, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of the opinion.

What does it mean to be "family"?

The prisoner couldn't figure it out, but it was better than being eaten alive.

A gust of wind with a stench was blowing towards his face.

The prisoner was terrified, and his bound body writhed towards the edge of the cage like a huge worm.

He was originally in the center of the cage, not leaning on any side.

His shoulders were just barely snuggling against the railing.

Suddenly, there was a snap.

Deafening bangs pierced through his ears, accompanied by the noise of hundreds of bees in his ears, and flying iron filings brushed the side of his face at an extremely fast speed.

prickly—

He heard the moment the skin was cut.

Flutter—

What I recalled in my mind was a sharp knife piercing my body.

By the way, the place that was injured at that time seemed to be the back?Why can't he feel any pain?

After a while, the violent wind stopped roaring, and returned to a gentle girl.

Nothing seemed to have happened, and the chaos in the room was unknown.

"You seem very courageous."

The instigator began to speak, with a tone of admiration or ridicule.

The prisoner's eyes are not completely "blind". He can vaguely see the shadow of a person along the light source.

He raised his head arrogantly and cleared his throat:

"You are finally here, Tired and Nightmare."

Prisoner is a very good actor.

Tired & Nightmare: "?"

Although the two spectators in front of him were not particularly cheering.

The prisoner didn't rush, and snorted coldly from his nasal cavity:

"I was tired of hearing it just now, and want to eat me? I suggest you better not. Because..." He drew out the tone at the right time.

Tired: "Because of what?"

The short four words revealed his tired mood—he lost his patience.

The prisoner laughed secretly, but his face was serious.

"Because I am an acquaintance of your Lord Wu Mi. You finally came here, and the last task is to see who can rescue me first."

Nightmare: "Acquaintance?"

He repeats the word, in an odd, overly cadenced way.

The prisoner frowned, thinking that this guy named Nightmare might want to go to Vienna's Golden Hall to sing an opera.

Nightmare: "How do you prove it?"

Tired followed closely, a dutiful repeater: "Yes, how do you prove it?"

coming.the prisoner thought.

At such a critical moment, ordinary people would probably be speechless.

But after all he is...

What is he doing?

The prisoner still can't remember his great identity, so he prepares to improvise one—for example, how about "a famous detective who meets once in 50 years"?

He thought that this title was worthy of his own wisdom, and curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, looking like he could do a job with ease in the eyes of Nightmare and Lei.

"Why do you ask such a stupid question?" The prisoner shook his head again and again: "It's very simple. First, the material that binds my hands and feet is not hemp rope or wire, but silk, which is not easy to damage me. You don't want to hurt me."

The prisoner raised his arms, showing the pair his bound hands.

He fluently repeated the name of "Wu Mi", even though he had no idea who it was.

No, strictly speaking, he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this strange name.

"No... Miserable?" He murmured softly at a volume that only he could hear.

"Ah."

A fleeting chuckle brushed past the ear, and the prisoner trembled like an electric shock.

This……

His blindfolded eyes wandered aimlessly.

Is there a fourth person in this room?Monitor his every move all the time?

Tired: "Hey, why are you in a daze. I just said number one, so I probably haven't finished yet?"

The young man's indifferent voice brought back the prisoner's sanity, and he secretly exhaled.

"Of course, I'm glad you thought about my reasoning. Second, and the most critical point. I didn't have a cloth ball stuffed in my mouth. Do you know why?"

The prisoner took a breath, a seasoned actor would never let a performance turn into a one-man show.

Tired: "...why?"

The prisoner raised the corner of his mouth: "Of course Wu Mi was afraid that you would not find me. When he said it was a last resort, you should call them over yourself. Then let them fight it out."

Through the blindfold, the prisoner saw the two vague figures of Lei and Nightmare facing each other, as if they were communicating silently.

The prisoner remained calm, his brain was running fast, recalling whether there was any mistake in his deduction.

In fact, the few words of Tired and Nightmare are tantamount to peeking at the leopard for him.

His conclusion seems logical, but it is actually a big gamble.

bang bang bang —

The prisoner heard his own heartbeat echoing in his chest like thunder and drums.

Time passed by every minute and every second, longer than a whole century.

Finally, footsteps sounded in the room again.

Kicking, kicking, stepping heavily on his heart.

Someone gently loosened the silk that bound his hands and feet.

"Well, I believe you. But if you lie to me, my spider silk can tear you apart at any time."

The prisoner shrank his neck in unison.

prickly—

The blindfold was removed, and a blinding white light slanted into the prisoner's pupils.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and shed two lines of tears.

A boy with a pale face appeared in the tears-soaked field of vision.His eyelashes are as thick as green grass, but his pupils are as thick as pigeon blood stones.The boy was wearing a plain bathrobe and barefoot, exuding alienation and coldness all over his body.

[My spider silk can tear you apart at any time. ]

The prisoner remembered the boy's threats, and shrank his neck in unison, his eyes fixed on the circles of red lines wrapped around his fingertips.

Did this guy use them to destroy the cage?

"Of course, I never lie."

The prisoner swore to promise, complacent in his heart:

The brightest detectives are exceptionally good at deception.

He walked out of the cage that was devastated to pieces, and the exit of hope was not far ahead.

at this time……

"Wait." Nightmare shouted unexpectedly behind him.

The prisoner froze.Hell, he didn't want to fall short.

"If you don't decide the winner quickly, don't you want to make Wu Mi wait for a long time?"

The prisoner turned around and raised his eyebrows, reminding him contemptuously.

wow-

A red rope came through the air with killing intent.

The prisoner couldn't dodge in time, and at the critical moment, the boy threw out the spider silk heavily to strangle Nightmare's wrist.

"Nightmare, what are you doing!"

The nightmare was painful, he frowned, and the sleepiness covering his eyes faded a little.

"Aha~ Xiaolei. I'm just worried that you will be cheated. Have you forgotten? As long as I run into this gentleman's dream and take a look, no matter how true his lies are, I will mercilessly expose them."

The prisoner noticed with sharp eyes that the spider silk that had been tangled up in Nightmare's hands had inadvertently slackened.

Nightmare smiled comprehensibly, her lazy and penetrating gaze crossed her tired shoulders, and locked on the prisoner's face.

"Aha, sir. You don't~would~ mind~, right?"

Following Nightmare's provocative question, Lei who was close at hand also looked over.

"..."

The red rope was a butterfly with its wings folded, lightly tied the prisoner's wrist, and when he was distracted, it tightened suddenly.

"what-"

The prisoner cried out in pain, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Nightmare moving in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Nightmare smiled at him, revealing the mouth on the back of the hand, a row of neat teeth opening and closing.

"Go to sleep."

Consciousness is blurring.

Before the eyes of the prisoner, the tired bright red pupils gradually changed - narrow, plum red vertical pupils.

He wondered wildly, where had he seen these unique eyes?

He fell into a long dream.

After an unknown amount of time, the prisoner felt someone pat him on the face.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and the familiar white light split reality and illusion.

"You're awake." said a low voice.

The man was wearing a white suit, standing against the light, and bent over as if taking care of him.

The light blurred the man's facial features, but the coquettish red pupils inlaid on his face were still vivid.

The bizarre dreams come back like a tide.

The prisoner rubbed his throbbing temples, opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice:

"who are you?"

作者有话要说：下一章的盒饭正在加热。感谢在2020-06-2716:45:49~2020-07-0520:57:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 white ink;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Nono 20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!