dream eater

Countries on the west coast of the mainland always have a lot of rain in summer.

Thick rain clouds surrounded the waning moon, midnight was the time when Fan Tian originally expected to ring the death knell.

The man, whose blood was washed away by the rain, called the leader from the phone booth.

"Sorry father, I missed it, and I may not be able to go back until later."

Fan Tian's voice trembled a little. Jiang Heran, who likes to kill and kill with one blow, only had one bullet in his gun, and the man who took the gun killed three people not long ago.

Fan Tian, ​​who lacks human emotions, will not feel fear towards the outside world. His trembling comes from the physiological excitement of the adrenaline surge during the killing.

Baptized by the blood mist, the blade was dripping with bright red, which was Jiang's favorite killing move.Fan Tian, ​​who is good at hiding and acting prudently, shouldn't be like this lunatic, gambling his life with a gun with only one bullet.

It was probably because his partner this time was his leader. When facing Jiang Heran, Fan Tian could only maintain his rationality in front of others.

The man who appeared from behind killed the three attackers who suddenly appeared and bit him.The three corpses were hacked into each other by the samurai sword in the target's home, and his mother refused to recognize him. Fan Tian, ​​who had vented his dark anger, could put on the mask of docileness in front of Jiang Heran again.

"It's okay dear, aren't we arguing, let's make up before tomorrow night."

The opposite side used a very reserved female voice, with a crackling sound in the mouth, and the voice of the person who eats candy is also sweet and greasy like candy.

The other party's environment can vaguely hear the sound of loud music, so Fan Tian calmly entered into the script of cold-hearted husband and infatuated lover, and conflicts during the honeymoon period.After hanging up the phone, he pulled off his uniform jacket to look at the stab wound on his stomach that was still bleeding, and lowered the brim of the security guard's hat on his head.The wild wolf licking its wounds alone hides in the depths of the rainy night.

When Jiang Heran answered Fan Tian's phone call, he took off the last piece of nail polish that hadn't been wiped clean by the nail remover towel.

He put away his mobile phone, spit out the candy in his mouth, looked down at the person lying on the ground, and took a puff of cigarette calmly.

Jiang, who was wearing men's clothes back, sat wantonly, and his facial features showed sharp angles after washing away heavy makeup.The ends of his eyes are not as upturned as outlined by the eyeliner, the peaks of his eyebrows are not as curved as painted, his complexion is still fair, his eyelashes are still very long, cold like porcelain covered with frost.

Porcelain, which is not fragile and easy to fall, is more like a stone with a smooth surface-the surface is the same as the iron stone.

"My dear son's phone number?" Tsurui, who helped him light cigarettes, asked knowingly.

Jiang Heran pushed the dead body lying on the ground to the front with his foot, "It's not very good."

Jiang Heran's four assistants became three half a year ago, and now there are two present, and one of them is claimed by his leader like a bag of worthless garbage.

Both of the assassinated deputies had their spines broken.The high paraplegic who unfortunately was still alive could no longer move his body at all, and the person who was lucky to die, in the "trial" against Fan Tian three years ago, besides agreeing to paralyze the spine of the one who broke the remaining evil, he also It is a proposal to kill people directly to avoid future troubles.

"I don't think it was Fan Tiandong's hand."

Jiang impressively agreed with the words of the scheming Tsurui in his deputy.

Not only because Fan Tian has been by his side recently, but when this bag of "non-recyclable garbage" was airlifted to this city by helicopter, it was almost past the mortis stage.It's even more because the "Gu King" who lurked in the dark and used yin to win when the altar was opened, would not be stupid enough to use this method to "treat his body in his own way".

Tsurui narrowed his gray eyes like dark clouds, and added slowly: "But there must be someone who will take the blame."

As someone else, no matter whether he has grievances or misunderstandings, Jiang, who would rather kill by mistake than let him go, would directly fill people into the sea as a sacrifice.

Jiang Heran stared silently at the swollen face of the corpse for a while, erased the voices and smiles of his followers who had been with him for six years from his mind, waved his hand, and all his men immediately carried the corpse out without making a sound.

"Find out the insider among the dozen or so people who were there at the time, or find out the tongue-in-cheek who shook the conversation out."

Tsurui couldn't understand the leader's kindness towards Fan Tian, ​​"What if he deliberately does the opposite?"

Jiang impressively used smoke instead of incense, and emptied the incense sticks at hand.

"Fan Tian, ​​I will personally intervene later."

In the second half of the night, the reconciled "couple" appeared in the hotel room at the same time.

The sudden night rain kissed the glass window, and the meandering water stains smeared the scene inside the window more and more vaguely.

With red candles and champagne, Jiang, who was dressed as a woman, opened her shoulders impressively, and a pair of long legs under the bathrobe were stacked together in an undisguised manner.The faint light of the candle flame was absorbed in the wine glass, and the broken gold shaken out of the wine glass was reflected in the black eyes of the holder.

Fan Tian, ​​who bowed his head in a gesture of admitting his mistake, stood in front of him as a boring sculpture.

The attitude is not presumptuous, and the eyes are not presumptuous.

Fan Tian made a mistake, and took too long to make up for the mistake, and missed the "before tomorrow night" reconciliation appointment.

"Don't let me down again." Jiang Heran's face was filled with disappointment.

Fan Tian finally raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the thin blade that the other party was playing with with a cold light flowing on his fingertips.

"Yes, father."

The docile person is thinking realistically at this moment, how much chance he will win in a life-threatening fight with the person in front of him in an injured state.

There was only one big bed in the couple's room, and Jiang Heran said to Fan Tian, ​​who was still smelling of cold even though he was wearing a well-fitting suit he got from somewhere, "Wash it clean."

The two people lying in the same bed kept a proper distance, but they were not wary of each other.

Even if Fan Tian had the ambition to seize power from Jiang Heran, he would not choose to attack him directly.

If Jiang Heran dies, his deputy will take over the position of the leader of the helm. The condition for taking the position among the deputy is to bury the murderer alive in a kneeling position in front of the grave of the previous leader.Jiang Heran obeyed the crowd according to "tradition" in this way.

The deputy position will still be filled. If Fan Tian can give Jiang Heran a satisfactory answer tonight, he doesn't mind putting himself in a more dangerous situation—letting this gluttonous wolf by his side.

However, Jiang Heran's killing intentions have always been warm and straightforward, and he can't do something as gentle and romantic as making people die in a dream.

They trusted each other when they were most defenseless.

After the person next to the pillow closed his eyes, Jiang Heran took off the wig, threw it beside the bed, and lit the calming scented candle on the bedside table.

The white noise on a rainy night is very helpful for deep sleep. The minute hand has turned half a circle on the dial. The cigarette lit by the candle in his hand has not been finished yet. The man lying beside him who should have fallen into a deep sleep slowly turned to his He put his arms around Jiang Heran's waist, and groped upwards along the half-open nightgown.

Jiang Heran turned on the bedside lamp, and the green eyes on the other side that made him want to dig out and treasure, looked at him divergently like losing his soul, just like a blind person who can perceive the sudden light, The pupils shrank, and then lost focus in a daze.

Jiang impressively shook off the hand that was on his chest, and while he was flicking the cigarette ash, that hot hand climbed up again unyieldingly.

Jiang impressively put out the cigarette in the wax, leaned closer to the man, and said in a slightly dry voice that smelled of nicotine, "Fan Tian."

The lackey who responded to the call of the leader did not respond at this moment, but silently rubbed Jiang Heran's strong and flexible chest for a moment, and when his fingertips touched the soft nipples, he buried his face in Jiang Heran's chest , sucking on his hard nipple.

The corners of Jiang Heran's eyes moved slightly, and his breathing became a little heavy.After touching Fan Tian's head twice, the fake woman's voice called him again.

This time Fan Tian gave a slow "hmm".

"I have something to ask you." Jiang impressively pushed his head away from his arms.

Fan Tian Wushen's eyes flickered twice anxiously, trying to forcibly overwhelm the person in front of him.

Jiang Heran held Fan Tian's cheeks, and comforted him with a soft female voice: "Hey, answer my question first."

Fan Tian who calmed down in the comfort, those blue waves and deep pools that never put people in his eyes, seemed to only contain people who looked at him with devotion, but he was more "no one in his eyes" than ever.

But also more docile than ever.

Fan Tian rubbed against Jiang Heran's palm.

"Did you find someone to do the two murdered deputy?"

Fan Tian half-closed his eyes and remained silent.

Jiang Heran's expression was serious, but his tone was very gentle and patient, asking the same question repeatedly.

"Did you do it?"

Fan Tian said slowly: "It's not me."

Jiang Heran chuckled: "Should I believe you?"

Fan Tian nodded.

Fan Tian took Jiang Heran's hand holding his face, and put it on his abdomen, his low voice was full of grievances, "Mom... I was hurt, it hurts here."

Fan Tian's father is from the East, and the nasal mother used the language of his Western mother.Although it sounds like there is not much difference except that the ending tune is a bit lingering-the two most primitive syllables of "mother" are the homonymous calls for close relatives regardless of country at the beginning of the birth of human cubs.

The stern face of the person being called thawed a little, and the hem of the man's shirt was lifted, and there was a fresh wound wrapped in bandages on the scarred waist.

Jiang Heran looked down from the waist, unbuttoned the trousers of the man who was sleeping in his clothes, leaned back, hooked his feet to the underwear of the person in front of him and pulled it down, so that the awakened genitals jumped out of the bondage, and the calf stuck to the The shockingly thick object rubbed against it, "Do something comfortable and it won't hurt."

Fan Tian took advantage of the situation and fell into Jiang Heran's arms, sucking wetly with the nipple in his mouth, grabbed the calf, and rubbed against his crotch impatiently.

If it hadn't been for Fan Tian who had seen this state before, Jiang Heran would have thought that Fan Tian was suffering from schizophrenia, but the truth was that this man with eyes open, able to move, and able to talk was still in a state of unconscious sleep.

Fan Tian is a sleepwalking patient and knows nothing about what happened during sleepwalking.

People who sleepwalk are usually difficult to wake up. Even with their eyes open, the brain will not analyze the images received by the retina, nor will they store memories.Sleepwalkers can walk through the house without obstacles, and some cases can perform complex actions based on subconsciousness and conditioned reflexes-bathing, dressing, cooking, driving, repairing home appliances, and even fighting and killing people.

And Fan Tian, ​​who is sleepwalking, can have sex with Jiang Heran.