Dangerous Aesthetics

Neo told David that Millard would be taken to the warden's office every Saturday, where the madman would prick him all over his body with different kinds of needles.

David swallowed. He thought that the warden at most had some illegal financial dealings with the prisoners in the prison. He really didn't expect him to have such a hobby.

Appreciate the painful expressions of others, the more the other party shouts and despairs, the more excited he is.

"Neo... When can we leave here..." David closed his eyes, "If we stay any longer, I'm afraid I will become like them."

"Soon." Neo gave David an encouraging look, then turned to look at Millard, who was lying on the hospital bed without blood and moaning.

The other party stretched out his hand with difficulty and pointed to a certain place.

Neo took off Millard's shoes knowingly, and there was a magnetic card inside.

"This is..." David watched in amazement as Neo dug out a sensor from the suitcase, connected it to the computer, and copied all the information on the magnetic card.

David instantly understood Neo's intention, which was to let Anthony leave with Neo's forged warden's magnetic card.

"Don't worry, Millard, we will make that guy feel better."

"As long as I can get that bastard to come to the prison to have a taste, I'm willing to do anything." Millard pulled out a smile.

"But how do we return this magnetic card?"

"Don't worry, the warden asked me to bring him some aspirin, and I will return this card by the way."

That night, it was David and Mark who made the last patrol before turning off the lights on the cell on the fourth floor.

While walking in the dimly lit hallway, remind the guys to turn off the lights with a baton.

The guy who used the victim's skull to make a cup leaned against the railing and smiled at David: "David—if I can use your skull to carve a cup, it must be my most beautiful work."

It's a pity that Neo is not here, otherwise the two perverts can discuss together what kind of patterns are suitable for engraving on David's skull.

David also showed him his own smile, and said in a calm and clear voice: "If you don't close your beak, I promise to cut off your bird and stuff it in your ass."

Suddenly, many people in the cell whistled.

"Oh, little David is going crazy!"

"It's so cute!"

"I would like to give you my little bird!"

David walked over without paying attention, and those who passed by who made fun of him did not forget to knock on the railing harder, until they came to Anthony's cell, and the other party sat on the edge of the bed looking at him with a half smile.

"David, did your boss teach you the bad joke just now?"

David gritted his teeth and walked over, and the baton slammed fiercely on the iron railing: "Shut up—turn off the lights!"

Sunday was the only time of the week to let the wind out. In the open space with nothing but gravel, the normally numb prisoners stood lazily under the sun.

Some people just stood like this, some played cards on the gravel, and some smoked with distracted eyes.

This is also the time when the prison's police forces are most concentrated. Most of the prison guards are walking back and forth among the prisoners holding batons. Once anyone breaks the rules or has a violent incident, the prison guards will rush up.

But most of the time, if there is a fight and provocation, the prison guards will not be so stupid as to rush up immediately, they will wait until both parties are exhausted, or even dripping with blood, before going forward to deal with the aftermath.

Mark took David to chat in a small place, the content was nothing more than how David came to be a prison guard, and David had to make up a lie to turn the topic around Mark's pregnant wife.

The two were chatting about the relationship between marriage and the tomb, and a few prisoners not far away seemed to fight because of drawing boundaries.

Mark frowned impatiently: “These guys are really endless.”

"Is it past now?"

"It's already started, wait until they get tired from fighting."

Another 2 minutes later, several horses joined the melee.

Mark snorted irritably: "We have to control the situation."

After finishing speaking, not only Mark, but seven or eight other prison guards also rushed over with batons, and beat down those guys who couldn't distinguish each other.

David was about to rush over with Mark, but someone grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground.With his left hand propped on the sand, it was scorchingly painful, and David roared, "Who the hell—"

Anthony?

The other party grinned, and the sunlight made his too fair skin a little bloody.

Just as David was about to get up, Anthony kicked away the baton that fell in his hand, pressed it down, and kissed David's lips desperately.

What a nerve this guy is!So many guards were there...David sadly found that most of the guards were busy dealing with the chaos, and the guards in the other corners didn't see the overwhelmed David so quickly.

"Uh...uh..." David wanted to raise his head, and Anthony's kiss would become more fierce, pushing his head back to the sand.

The collar of the uniform was ripped open, and Anthony's palms were kneaded vigorously, reaching down into the pants, and ravaging David's buttocks through the underwear.

The angle of the kiss kept changing, so that David had no time to deal with it.

no!How could this guy do such a thing to himself in public!

David kept extending his hand, and finally touched the baton with his fingertips, hooked it over, and didn't think much about hitting Anthony's head.

The other party seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and turned sideways to avoid it.David's eyes were red, he hadn't waved his baton so crazily since he came to this prison.

Most of Anthony escaped, only a few small hits, which quickly left marks on his arms.

He started to run, and kept turning his head to look at David defiantly.

As the chaos subsided, the most eye-catching thing on the gravel ground was David, who was disheveled and swinging a baton, chasing after Anthony. Just when Anthony accidentally fell, David's baton fell down with a crackling sound.

And Anthony just sat on the ground, covering his head with his hands, until other prison guards came and pulled David, who had lost his mind.

Anthony was lying on the ground, telling the prison guards that his arms and legs seemed to be broken, while he glanced slyly at David's face flushed with anger.

He was sent to Neo's consulting room with a cast on his arm and thigh.

That night, David came to the consulting room and looked at Anthony, who was unable to move on the hospital bed, with cold eyes.

"Hey, David, it really makes me happy that you're looking at me so intently—I didn't expect you to love me so much." Speaking indifferent words in an indifferent tone, Anthony's smile was dazzling.

"I'm looking at you because I want to kill you."

"Then come on, now is your best chance."

For some reason, David felt that what Anthony said was true.

He didn't want to respond to any words from the other party, but just turned and left.

Back in the room, David closed his eyes and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it!"

"I thought you would feel better if you could beat Anthony up." Olivan's voice came leisurely.

David sneered, if you were pushed to the ground by another man and kissed casually, would you feel better?

"Soon, you'll be out of that place, I promise."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Olivan's voice is much softer than before.

The next day, Anthony returned to his cell in a wheelchair.

It was another Tuesday afternoon, and David went to check the library as usual.He knew that this was a job that Mark had specially won for him, and it was much easier than other shift jobs.

As usual, there are only those six people in the library today. Anthony is unable to move now, so he should settle down a bit for the time being.

Millard was the same as last time, sitting by the window and looking at the sky, nothing could attract his attention.

David found out the book that he hadn't finished reading last time, and picked a place to read it.

Halfway through the book, David stretched his waist. At some point, a wheelchair parked beside him. It must be Anthony.

His fingers trembled unnaturally, and David snorted coldly: "I didn't expect you to dare to come?"

"Why not?" Anthony took David's book with his still-moving left hand, ""Review of World Famous Paintings"? I can't see that you like these."

"Why can't I like it?"

"You're being arty, David." Anthony's smile this time was a little different from before, with fine lines of laughter at the corners of his eyes.

David was about to stand up, but Anthony stopped him, "To prove that you are not arty, let me test you. Who is the author of "Mona Lisa?"

David rolled his eyes: "Da Vinci, all kindergarten children know!"

"Which side of his ear did Van Gogh cut off?" Anthony pushed so hard that David almost sat on him, but managed to grab the edge of the table with his hands.

"Right ear, you are so boring!"

"Yeah, I'm really bored. Didn't your boss teach you what you just did?" Anthony's fingers brushed against David's ear, and the button-shaped communicator had already fallen into his hand.

"Give it back to me!" David stretched out his hand, but Anthony made the wheelchair back quickly.

"Answer my question well, and I will naturally return this little thing to you."

"Then ask quickly!"

"Do you like "Sunflower" more or "Starry Night"?"

""starry night"."

"Why? I thought you would prefer the wild and unrestrained colors of "Sunflower"." Anthony tilted his head, tracing every change in David's expression.

"Because Van Gogh's universe can last forever in "Starry Night". All the stars and planets in the universe are rotating and exploding in "The Last Judgment". The use of color reveals his most innocent and purest pursuit. It is so brilliant The ultimate is either bleakness or death, so he can only...destroy himself." David twitched the corners of his mouth, and he suddenly wondered whether Oliwen, like the painter who fell into madness, was obsessed with the impossible to grasp What about the phantom?

The author has something to say: In fact, "欲恋浪心" means "the feeling of wanting to love pours into my heart like a tide", but since the first impression is so colorful, I would like to ask if everyone can be enthusiastic Help me think of another name.I'll discuss it with the editor and change the name.

Love me, just give me a new name.thank you all!