dream eater

Fan Tian paused, and bit Jiang Heran's neck hard, "Whether you admit it or not, you are mine."

They are like two animals without intelligence, biting and eating each other, and gaining a sick sense of belonging from the blood of the same kind.

Jiang Heran sat up, pulled Fan Tian's hair, and pulled the man away from him. His eyes were high and downward, and the tails of his eyes were sharply raised like scimitars out of their sheaths. Looking at Fan Tian, ​​​​the eyes that Fan Tian had never experienced Sen Leng said, "You also know that I am a human being."

"It's not a pet that gets kicked, turns its head to tease with food, and then acts like a baby. Do you really think that the reason I am talking to you so calmly now is because I am willing to communicate with you?"

Jiang Heran's breathing has been intermittent since the very beginning, he is not impatient, nor is he impatient for the person in front of him, the smell choked by the heart of the collapsed truth is too fishy, ​​it makes him sick.

Jiang Heran thought, if only his dagger was still with him, he would wipe out the dirty things in front of him, and then give himself a happy one.

His world is really disgusting.

The man in front of him was really disgusting, so disgusting that he didn't even want to fight him physically.

Jiang impressively didn't bother to do so.

All the killer is willing to do now is to die.

The chain under his feet can reach the sink in the bathroom. He can smash the sink with the iron chain under his feet, find a piece of porcelain that is handy, and cut his carotid artery. Go through the pipe above your head and hang yourself.

Only when he thinks that he is about to be freed can he be so calm.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Jiang Heran confirmed again.

Fan Tian wanted to check the injury on Jiang Heran's hand, but was waved away with disgust by the other side.

"I won't kill you." Fan Tian thought for a while, and added in his heart: "I don't want to kill you."

Jiang impressively looked up at the ventilation duct above, "I'm hungry, Fan Tian."

The two of them had a normal conversation as if nothing had happened.

"What do you want to eat."

"dumpling."

When Elles took the seven-year-old child home, he took special care of his eating habits. The first meal they ate at the same table was dumplings with strange fillings but full of human touch.

The former prisoner showed Jiang's excellent attitude when he treated him impressively, and responded with a gentle voice.

"I'll be back soon."

Fan Tian tentatively kissed Jiang Heran on the face, and Jiang Heran didn't even bother to hide.

Although Fan Tian felt that there was something wrong with Jiang Heran's quietness, he thought of Jiang Heran's lenient attitude towards him and others, the liking and affection he had expressed for him.

Fan Tian, ​​who understands liking and caring about emotions, did not feel annoyed at all when Jiang impressively bit his hand, and only hoped that the other party would vent his anger.Maybe Jiang Heran was just sad about his deceit, as long as he let the other party know that he still likes him, Jiang Heran's mood might improve a bit, and the relationship between them might be repaired.

He thought he liked Jiang Heran's body, but after trying the forced feeling, he found that what he liked was Jiang Heran who would hum softly with love when he was intimate with him.

A man who wins by strategic decision-making, even assumes that the assumption is based on uncertain possibilities.

He knew Jiang Heran's likes, habits, and even Jiang Heran's body, but he couldn't accurately predict Jiang Heran's state of mind.

He had never seen Jiang impressive like this.

Jiang Heran's character is like a flame, lawlessness seems to be able to burn everything, and he once gave him warmth like a bonfire in the night, always flamboyant and supercilious, always fresh, always enthusiastic, but Fan Tian somehow felt that this The cluster of flames is about to go out.

The door is closed.

Jiang Heran, whose eyes always follow Fan Tian unconsciously, didn't look at the other's back this time, he stood up dragging the shackles on his feet, and the white turbidity poured into his body dripped down the roots of his legs.

Dirty inside and out, luckily the smell can be washed off.

Jiang abruptly turned to the bathroom.

The faucet poured water into the bathtub.

The bathtub is white, the bathroom walls are white, and the incandescent lamps connect these whites. Standing here, even his own shadow is dispelled and blurred, no longer following him closely.

He was alone in the end—and there was nothing wrong with being alone.

There was also a blank in his mind, his mouth was bitter like bile pouring out of his throat, Jiang suddenly wanted to eat candy.

He took out a piece of candy wrapped in a transparent sugar wrapper from his pocket.

Jiang Heran tasted the tip of his tongue and thought dully, it was given to him by Tsurui when he stopped him from smoking.

This is the last piece.

Tsurui——should be dead.

He was so badly injured and fell into the enemy's hands again. A traitor who acted under the behest of the mastermind who was full of lies probably would not abide by the agreement. Even if he was saved and used, the outcome was already set.

This is all my own fault.

Life and death are fateful, but Tsurui's murder was caused by him alone.

Jiang impressively lay on the bottom of the bathtub with stagnant water, and slowly closed his eyes after the water level overflowed the bridge of his nose.

The water temperature was very warm, and his left hand, which had been soaked open, gradually stained the water in the entire tank.

The water flows into the mouth and nose, the heart and lungs are comparing who is more painful, the body is seeking to survive, and the will is seeking death. The body forced to the limit floats to the surface, and is forced back to the bottom by the will again. After several times of drowning, the fainting feeling is like a whirlpool Sweeping him, his consciousness began to collapse, his body also gave up survival in extreme exhaustion and hardship, and fragmentary pictures flashed back and forth in his mind as if following a certain fixed program.

The ignorance in childhood, the rebellion in youth, the high spirits in youth, it turns out that he also had many happy times in his life, and it turns out that his life is so short.

The brain completely cut off all contact with the outside world, and Jiang finally sank quietly at the bottom of the bathtub.

The stuffing made by Ellis cannot be bought in shops outside, and Fan Tian plans to try to make it himself.

He didn't want Jiang Heran to wait too long, he wanted to see Jiang Heran as soon as possible.After buying all the materials quickly, I drove back immediately.

The real-time monitoring of the basement by the in-vehicle player showed that Jiang impressively entered the bathroom and never came out again.

The chain that followed the wearer and extended into the crack of the bathroom door, quietly spying on the inside story unknown to him, suddenly seemed to be frightened by the picture in it, and continued to shake messily, from strong to gradually weak, In the crack of the door that was opened by the chain, the water that was thrown out together with the struggle was still flowing out of the boundary endlessly.

All his palpitations were fulfilled.

In the middle of the night, the engine of the jeep roared wildly. Driven by the accelerator pedal, it drove madly towards the destination like a wild beast.

The car body knocked open the garage door in inertia and just turned off, Fan Tian staggered straight to the basement.

What is Jiang impressive doing?

Would a person like him be world-weary?Isn't it just for excitement?Would he really want to commit suicide?

He has already caught Jiang Heran. He belongs to him, his belongings, his spoils of war are his, both physically and mentally.

He had already decided to keep Jiang Heran, he had decided before, he just didn't understand his own mind, he was uneasy about the feelings in his heart, he didn't really want to point a gun at Jiang Heran.

Jiang impressively belongs to him.

Jiang impressively cannot die.

Fan Tian pointed at the keyhole several times with trembling hands and opened the door of the basement. After kicking open the bathroom door, he saw a handcuffed hand on the edge of the bathtub.

The bathtub was so shallow, but the hand didn't pull the body out of the water.

Anyone who loves surf diving drowns in the bathtub?

Fan Tian fished the drenched body out of the bloody water, felt for the pulse, and listened to the heartbeat. It was the first time in his career that someone who took killing other people's lives doubted his professionalism.

Pulse, breath, heartbeat - pulse, breath, heartbeat.

Fan Tian, ​​who can always easily grab Jiang Heran's attention, called out in a flat voice, "Jiang Heran."

The last time Jiang Heran answered his call was during that rape-like sexual affair.At that time, the person who had resisted all kinds of abusive behaviors of the perpetrator in front of him and did not respond to his call slowly opened his eyes and fell into the abyss.

But this time Jiang impressively didn't give him any response.

No breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat, no response.