inferior possession

Holding the mobile phone with cold palms, Ji Lu was thinking about the explanation quickly in his mind, but he couldn't concentrate anyway, and his mind was in chaos.

The phone was dialed back, anxiously waiting for the other person to answer, but only the ringing tone remained in my ears, and there was no response.

The mediocre sound of music made Ji Lu's heart sink little by little, like falling into an ice cave, he hurriedly wiped away the continuous tears on his face, his vision was hazy.

Hiding in the cloakroom, out of the light, Jilu heard the rustling sound from the entrance, followed by the sound of the door being slammed shut.

Duan Congzhen is back.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, that is, Lu Meifeng frowned, pressed against the wall, his heels retracted towards his body, buried his face in his arms, and part of his eyes were exposed, looking at the closed door of the cloakroom in horror.

He didn't know what Duan Congzhen came back for, and he couldn't guess.

That man is like Schrödinger's cat, you never know what he wants to do to you until he actually does it.

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Duan Congzhen threw the car keys on the cabinet, and threw down his coat. His face was ashen, and he held the phone tightly in his hand. He closed the door forcefully as soon as he entered.

He didn't expect that Ji Lu would hang up on him.

The house was empty, and the man who used to come up to him as soon as he came back to greet him with a flattering face did not show up today.

The living room was empty, and the wind blew in through the open glass door of the balcony, adding a bit of coolness.

"A deer?" Duan Congzhen called his name in a deep voice.

no respond.

The people hiding in the cloakroom heard it, but they didn't dare to make a sound. They could only purse their lips and endure the double torment of disease and Duan Congzhen in panic.

Duan Congzhen frowned slightly, and began to wonder if he was at home.

I searched the study room, bathroom, bathroom, and bedroom, but there was still no one there. Duan Congzhen felt a trace of impatience, threw the phone on the bed hastily, opened the door of the cloakroom, and picked out a clean T-shirt to change into.

Many experimental animals were killed in the laboratory today. Although they were wearing protective clothing, they still had a faint smell of blood on their bodies, which Duan Congzhen didn't like very much.

After changing his clothes, Duan Congzhen went to the living room, intending to visit the bar where Ji Lu worked.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door and took two steps outside, Duan Congzhen slowed down and stopped hesitantly.

and many more.

Not right.

Turning on his toes and turning back slowly, Duan Congzhen narrowed his eyes coldly, approached the cloakroom suspiciously, raised his hand, and slowly opened the light wooden door.

In the cloakroom, his clothes were neatly displayed, and when he opened the door, he could smell a faint smell of fabric softener.

It has a fragrance, but not pungent, very comfortable.It was prepared for him by Ji Lu, this man has always been so considerate and considerate.

Looking across the neatly hung clothes, Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes, thoughtful, an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, then raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand, and quickly pushed the clothes away.

The clothes hangers collided and clanged, the light of the room suddenly pierced through the gap, and pierced into the dark interior. The person huddled in the corner whimpered uncontrollably, buried his face in his arms, and hid deeper in trembling .

With the light coming in from the window, Duan Congzhen could see clearly the scene inside the cloakroom.

The man's thin shoulders were tightened, and he leaned against the cold wall. The long-sleeved clothes were wrinkled, completely unlike his usual clean and tidy appearance, and the cuffs were still damp, whether it was sweat or tears.

"It's a deer." Duan Congzhen called him again, his tone was calm, and he couldn't hear likes or dislikes.

Even though Lu's shoulders were stiff, he still didn't look up at him. For the first time, he didn't talk to Duan Congzhen when he called him.

Duan Congzhen frowned slightly, reached out and pulled his arm, "What are you doing sitting here?"

The deer was suddenly pulled and swayed, staggered and almost fell to the ground, its eyes were wide open, and it retreated into its own small piece of darkness with hands and feet.

During the pushing and shoving just now, although Ji Lu tried his best to cover it up, Duan Congzhen still saw the dirty tear stains on his face with his sharp eyes. The man's lips were bloodless, but he could still see the marks of being bitten.

Duan Congzhen withdrew his hand unexpectedly, without any further force.

Ji Lu retracted himself, subconsciously placed his knees and arms in a posture to protect his head and internal organs, and waited tremblingly for how Duan Congzhen would attack him.

The breathless shadow in the peripheral vision suddenly disappeared, followed by the sound of footsteps turning and leaving.

After a while, Ji Lu raised his head, looked at the empty door of the cloakroom, lost his mind for a moment.

About 3 minutes later, Duan Congzhen returned, holding a blue disposable syringe in his hand.

"Come here." Duan Congzhen ordered.

Seeing the needle in his hand, Ji Lu suddenly panicked and fell to the ground, "I don't..."

Looking at him quietly, Duan Congzhen's gaze slowly swept across Ji Lu's body, showing no emotion, then bent his knees and squatted halfway, stretched out his hand towards Ji Lu, and softened his tone, "Come here."

"No...don't, please..." Seeing him like this, Ji Lu became even more flustered and begged incoherently, "I was wrong, I was wrong...don't give me an injection..."

Seeing the man's overly violent reaction, Duan Congzhen narrowed his eyes, put the syringe aside, reached out and grabbed Ji Lu's wrist, and pulled him out.

"No, please...don't treat me like this..." Ji Lu shrank his arms, but he couldn't twist Duan Congzhen no matter what. The man has great strength, let alone facing someone like him who just had an illness.Ji Lu could only beg him over and over again in a low voice, but Duan Congzhen turned a deaf ear.

Reaching out to grab the door frame of the cloakroom, the deer struggled a little harder, pulling the already thin door frame creaking.

Duan Congzhen paused, as if he didn't expect him to do this, his eyes were deep, he stared at him condescendingly, silent.

He didn't speak, and even Lu was even more frightened. He grabbed Duan Congzhen's clothes with his backhand and flattered him hoarsely, "Brother Duan, I was wrong. Don't treat me like this. I don't want to get an injection..."

That is to say, Lu didn't know what was in the needle at all, and he didn't know what Duan Congzhen wanted to do to him. He only knew that he never had any good memories about the needle.

All he knew was that he didn't want to have this experience again.

Duan Congzhen clicked his tongue, obviously a little impatient, looking at Jilu's inexplicable resistance, and said in a bad tone, "Even if the fuck breaks the stability, it scares you like this? Look at you now, talk to him Mom is crazy, am I helping you know? Don't be so fucking ignorant!"

The sudden roar made Ji Lu loosen his fingers in fright, and caught the word "psychopathy" in his ear, which was like a knife.

Although Duan Congzhen was right to scold him, he was indeed sick, and even Lu knew that what he said was probably angry, but when he heard such words, his heart still throbbed uncontrollably.

If he wasn't sick, wouldn't Duan Congzhen be gentler to him?

It's all because of his illness, isn't it?

"Go, go, go and lie on the bed." Duan Congzhen impatiently pestered him any longer, pushed Ji Lu's shoulder, and pointed to the bed to urge him.

"I……"

"quick!"

Ji Lu didn't dare to say more, followed his words, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Duan Congzhen picked up the syringe again, walked over, sat by the bed, "roll up your sleeves."

Ji Lu hesitated, sweat flowed down his forehead into his collar, gently tugged at the corner of Duan Congzhen's clothes, and discussed in a friendly voice, "Brother Duan, don't get the injection, I'll take medicine, okay?"

"Obviously the injection works better, you need to go to sleep right now."

"But……"

"Are you three years old?" Duan Congzhen interrupted coldly, "How old are you still afraid of injections?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but grab his arm, and pushed the sleeve up suddenly, but stopped suddenly when he saw the fine scars on Ji Lu's arm.

The pinholes are very thin and small, covering almost the entire forearm, occasionally mixed with some welts and burn marks, which seem to be from a long time ago.

Duan Congzhen is also a doctor, no matter how hidden the scar of the pinhole is, he can see it at a glance.

His eyes fell on his arm, and there was a moment of stagnation.

Ji Lu subconsciously withdrew his hands, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he wanted to hide his arms under the quilt.

Duan Congzhen didn't say anything, his face was still indifferent, but he loosened his hand holding Jilu, he lowered his head to disinfect his skin, and opened the syringe.

"It won't hurt very much, at most it's a little biting pain." Duan Congzhen said, holding the syringe with one hand, pressing his thumb on the push switch, looking up at Jilu, "It's just a tranquilizer, many patients in the hospital will use it, and the side effects are not bad. Great, and nothing else."

Ji Lu looked at him a little blankly, and suddenly realized that he was explaining to himself, and was a little taken aback.

"Speak." Duan Congzhen clicked his tongue and squeezed his hand displeased.

Only then did Ji Lu come back to his senses, hesitantly looked at the things in his hand, and slightly pursed his lips.

In fact, he still didn't want to get an injection, the fear engraved in his DNA, he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

But this is the first time Duan Congzhen has been so patient with him, and will explain to him softly...

Ji Lu didn't want to disappoint him, he wanted to keep Duan Congzhen's tenderness longer, even for a few minutes.

"Okay." Jilu still nodded.

Duan Congzhen let out a "hmm", opened the syringe, reached the place that had just been sterilized, and quickly pressed it down. Feeling that Jilu's arm stiffened instantly, he gently stroked his wrist with his fingertips to express his comfort.

After staying for a few seconds, Duan Congzhen let go of his thumb when the liquid in the syringe bottomed out, retracted the needle with a "click", and pasted a round cotton pad on the place just injected.

"Cover the quilt well." Duan Congzhen said.

Ji Lu nodded and slid down, feeling a bit sleepy.

Seeing that Duan Congzhen was about to leave, Lu was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull him, "Brother Duan..."

Duan Congzhen stopped and looked back at him.

Feeling a little guilty at the first glance, Ji Lu hastily added, "I... I'm sorry today, next time we'll go to the antique shop, shall we?"

"Let's talk about it." Duan Congzhen responded perfunctorily, brushed his hand away, got up and left the bedroom.