[future] conspiracy

He subconsciously ran towards the source of the sound almost as soon as he heard Tang Qi's name. He completely ignored the guards around him. He pushed open the door and saw his Tang Qi curled up Rolling on the ground, under the broken clothes were layered but bloody bandages, sweaty hair stuck tightly to the side of the face, gritted teeth and whimpered.And Bai Chuan forcefully cut his arms behind his back to prevent him from hurting himself, and shouted: "Tang Qi! Calm down!"

Almost trembling, Liang Meng rushed over to help Bai Chuan hold Tang Qi down, hugging his lover tightly in his arms, his hands felt sticky and rough gauze, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood, medicine and sweat.

"Tang Qi..." He trembled, his tone changed.

When Bai Chuan saw him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said decisively: "He has been injected with adrenaline, and he has also taken half a bottle of medicine to enhance his physique. He probably has an overreaction. Hold him and don't let him move. I'll go find a calmer." agent."

Liang Meng nodded indiscriminately, hugged Tang Qi tightly, and called out his name, with a terrifying expression on his face: "Tang Qi...Tang Qi, be good, I'm coming, I'm here...Tang Qi..."

As if hearing a familiar voice, Tang Qi slowed down his struggle, and suddenly leaned in front of him, biting his shoulder fiercely!

"Hmm!" Liang Meng snorted, tightening his arms, allowing him to bite, without feeling any pain at all—compared with these injuries on Tang Qi's body, they are nothing worth mentioning.

His Tang Xiaoqi... How could he be hurt like this... He wanted to put this little bastard on the tip of his heart, but he watched him get hurt, weak, and his life was hanging by a thread over and over again.Liang Meng suddenly hated himself so much that he didn't even have the ability to protect his lover.

Tang Qi bit the person in front of him fiercely, biting his clothes and flesh, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. This smell made him excited, and the swelling heat in his body and the pain of the wound eased a lot.His bony body was full of strange strength at this time, his hands broke free from Liang Meng's arms, pressed against his shoulders, and sat on him, his small face was full of abnormal flushing, his pupils were dilated, and the green pupils were leering. The expression on his face was indifferent and evil.

Liang Meng tentatively asked, "Tang Qi?"

Tang Qi didn't move. He moved his hand from behind, and a thin blade appeared at his fingertips. He blocked Liang Meng's chest with one hand, lowered his body slightly, and looked at him intently. gradually approaching.

"Tang Qi..." Liang Meng spoke softly without any resistance.He looked at the irrational man in front of him with gentle eyes and even a smile on his face, "You little bastard, you have clearly said you love me, but you still drive me crazy every time... Tang Qi... If every time you If you want to choose to leave me, then kill me, because I will never leave."

The blade rested on the side of his neck.

Tang Qi stared at him with eyes that had turned dark green.

There were countless noises ringing in his mind, and he couldn't hear Liang Meng's words clearly. He just had an intuition that he couldn't do anything. The man under him was just looking at him intently, with gray eyes that made him feel at a loss. Affectionate and gentle, there were layers of water in those eyes, and tears suddenly fell from the corners of the eyes.

Tang Qi was taken aback, he retracted the blade somewhat helplessly, his body was still agitated, but the desire to kill seemed to have disappeared.

Seeing that his movements were slack, Liang Meng stretched out his hand cautiously, interlocking his fingers: "Tang Qi? Are you okay?"

"..." Tang Qi looked at him without moving.

Liang Meng also held his other hand, brought it to his lips, kissed the emerald pupil on his hand, and said seriously: "I am Liang Meng, your husband, remember?"

Tang Qi's eyes moved from the ring on his finger to the other side, and sure enough, he found the same ring on Liang Meng's left hand.

Messy fragments of memory suddenly struck, and he fell on Liang Meng's chest with a cry of pain, the wound on his body deepened again.

"Tang Qi!" Liang Meng exclaimed.

Tang Qi convulsed again, calling his name intermittently: "Liang Meng...Liang...Liang Meng..."

"I'm here." Liang Meng hugged him tightly, wrapping his thin body tightly.

Holding up the needle, Bai Chuan looked down at them: "It seems that there is no need for sedatives."

At this moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and seven or eight armed masked men rushed in, surrounded them, and ordered: "Don't move!"

Bai Chuan sighed, threw down the tranquilizer, looked at them and said, "Can you help my friend find a good dress?"

The other party naturally wouldn't be so kind, but fortunately Liang Meng put on his coat, took it off and wrapped Tang Qi tightly.The three were taken to another place and all weapons were removed from their bodies.Bai Chuan was unscathed, but Tang Qi was scarred.Liang Meng held him tightly in his arms, never took his eyes off him, and kept talking to him with his head down: "Does the wound hurt? You seem to have a fever... Do you have a headache?"

Tang Qi hugged his neck, leaned on his shoulder, closed his eyes and did not speak.

"Tang Qi, you talk... I feel flustered when you do this." Liang Meng begged him almost tremblingly.

Tang Qi half-opened his eyelids, and said slowly: "I'm not dead, you're so flustered."

"You hurt me all over, so don't let me panic!" Liang Meng was angry and distressed. He wanted to scold him but was reluctant, and said weakly, "Can't you be a little better?"

Seeing his face about to cry, Tang Qi let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to caress his face, leaned over with difficulty and kissed the corner of his mouth, and comforted him: "I'm still useful, they won't let me die, don't worry Bar."

Liang Meng wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but looking at his current state, he looked like a piece of porcelain that would break at the touch of a touch. He couldn't care less about asking him about those messy things, his eyes were full of distress.He asked in a low voice: "Is the ointment useful? Doesn't it mean efficient healing? Why are you still bleeding?"

"It's not magic, how can it be effective instantly?" Tang Qi rolled his eyes at him, closed his eyes again, and said softly, "I'll sleep for a while to replenish my strength."

Liang Meng nodded, although he was worried, he still held him tightly in his arms.

They wandered around the underground fortress and were eventually taken to what looked like a chapel.After the guards pushed them in, they closed the door tightly.

It is indeed a small church. The statue of Jesus in front of it is simple and exquisite. Under the statue of Jesus is the pulpit where the pastor preached. Both sides of the church are full of candlesticks.And on both sides, there are many closed doors, I don't know where to go.Different from ordinary churches, there is only a five-meter-long wooden table in this hall, which is covered with exquisite classical tablecloths, surrounded by ten wooden chairs.And on the table, there are more than a dozen pens, a thin computer and a picture book lined up side by side.

Bai Chuan and Liang Meng looked at each other and walked towards the table together.

Liang Meng put Tang Qi on one of the chairs, touched his forehead with his hand: "Still have a fever?"

Bai Chuan picked up the album on the table, looked at it and said to him: "He was injured so badly, it's normal to have a fever."

"Can't you find a way to cool down?" Liang Meng was a little anxious.

"Compared to that, you might as well help him find some clothes."

Tang Qi's jacket had been torn off during the bandaging process, and his pants were half rolled up. They were all bloodstained, and he looked miserable.Liang Meng was rather broad, and Tang Qi's coat was placed on Tang Qi, making him look thin and pitiful.Liang Meng helped him gather his coat, pulled the chair to support his shoulders, and asked Bai Chuan, "What's in the album?"

"A classic story." Bai Chuan stood by the table, looking at the album in his hand, and said slowly, "Frankenstein, have you heard of it?"

Liang Meng looked up: "That science fiction novel?"

Bai Chuan nodded, and repeated: "In order to explore biology, the young scientist Frankenstein collected different human organs and tissues from the morgue and other places by various means to assemble a huge human body, and stimulated by lightning It has life. The giant is kind by nature and longs for affection, but is rejected by humans because of its ugly appearance. The lonely giant asks Frankenstein to create a spouse for himself, and then he and the spouse fly away. The young scientist agreed to him, but Fearing that this new species would endanger society when it was about to succeed, it destroyed the female monster."

Liang Meng remembered this story, and continued: "The monster lost its long-awaited spouse, changed its temperament, and took revenge on scientists. Frankenstein vowed to destroy his own work, and chased the monster all the way to the North Pole. died of illness, and the monster eventually died of suicide."

Bai Chuan closed the album and shook it: "This is the story in the album."

Liang Meng looked at this weird preparation and asked, "What's the meaning?"

Bai Chuan put the album back on the table, looked around, and said slowly: "You know that this story later derived a word called Frankenstein—meaning a thing that eventually destroyed its creator. In layman's terms, it means The ones who made it up to themselves."

Liang Meng: "Metaphor?"

Bai Chuan looked back at him: "Aren't you curious... the relationship between Darcy and Father Beverly?"

"I don't care about the relationship between them at all. I just want to know which bastard hurt Tang Qi like this. I want to make his life worse than death!"

"That's a bit difficult." Father Beverly's voice sounded from a distance, with a leisurely tone.

The two looked closely, and saw him and Cheng Rui walking slowly behind the statue of Jesus one after the other.

Tang Qi opened his eyes the moment he heard Father Beverly's voice. He still maintained the posture of resting on the chair, but his eyes were alert, his whole body was tense, and he fixedly looked at the strange face.Liang Meng felt his nervousness, hugged his shoulders and subconsciously embraced him in the direction of his arms.

Bai Chuan looked at Cheng Rui behind Father Beverly, and after a short period of doubt, all expressions on his face disappeared. He just watched Cheng Rui come to him as if nothing had happened, and asked kindly, "Are you not injured?"

Bai Chuan asked him: "Why did you come out with him?"

Cheng Rui put his shoulders on his shoulders and pulled out a chair for him: "Let's sit down and talk."

Bai Chuan sat down and watched him sit beside him, waiting for him to explain.

"Let me introduce you first. This is Father Beverly, the master who was left in hell." Cheng Rui smiled, "I believe you all guessed it."

The other three looked at Father Beverly without saying a word, wondering why he appeared with Cheng Rui——or in such a peaceful and friendly gesture.

Liang Meng didn't know what happened after the three of them separated, but Cheng Rui's situation was obviously beyond his expectation.

"Looks like it's almost time." Father Beverly still had that gentle and gentlemanly look, "I'll let them invite Chief Inspector Lu to come over. Once everyone is here, we can have a peaceful talk."