Pain fetish

In the darkness, Fu Ge felt that he was falling continuously.

The surrounding air became thinner, and the oxygen he could inhale became less and less, as if his throat was tightly strangled, a ball of fire shot up from the throat suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and really saw a fire.

The fire that engulfed Room 404 of Shengde Hospital.

The flames soaring into the sky came out from the two windows, and the thick black smoke made it hard to keep your eyes open.

He walked forward step by step, and saw the emaciated Qi Han standing in front of the fire in his prison uniform, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his sunken red eyes.

Fu Ge walked to his side, Qi Han didn't move as if he didn't respond, his hands and feet were bound by heavy iron chains, and he couldn't lift them even if he wanted to.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth: "Brother..."

Fu Ge replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Qi Han said: "They are burning my things..."

With just this one sentence, tears welled up in Fu Ge's eyes, and Fu Ge's voice was trembling: "I made it burn..."

Qi Han didn't blame him, but begged: "Don't burn it, it's my last thing... There was nothing in the coffin when it was buried, I will be regarded as a lonely ghost..."

Fu Ge pinched his nails into the palm of his hand, and it was the first time that the pain spread to his heart so quickly, "But those are all fake, you know I'm lying to you, I already...don't love you..."

"Fake... can't you?"

"What... what?"

Qi Han turned around, his skinny body seemed to collapse in the wind, blood and tears flowed from his empty eyes, he said softly, "I know it's all fake, but I saved it all myself... ...If you don't want to marry me, then you don't want to marry me, I don't want a wedding, I don't want anything...I just want those fake things...Is it okay..."

Fu Ge opened his lips stiffly, but he couldn't make a sound. He was shaking from the pain, as if someone was cutting his flesh with a knife.

"But they have been burned by me... burnt out... nothing left... I can't give you back..."

Qi Han raised his hand tremblingly, the same begging in his hoarse throat: "Don't burn, okay...you don't let them burn... just leave it to me, okay... please..."

Fu Ge backed away, not daring to look into his eyes anymore, he covered his chest, covered his face, and gestured in a panic: "I don't know... I don't know that it's your relic inside... I didn't have time to look... I've burned..."

The person in front of him was stunned for two seconds, and finally let go of his hands desperately. He said, "Don't cry, it's okay."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned around and threw himself into the fire.

"Ahan!"

He screamed and grabbed someone, but his fingertips only touched a piece of clothing.

In the next second, the sky-high flames dissipated, replaced by a wedding scene filled with Juliet Towers.

Qi Han lay on the ground, covered in blood.

A pen was stuck in his neck, his head and face were strangled by the bite stopper, his eyes were covered with blood, and his left leg was broken, hanging limply on the ground.

Fu Ge stood there like crazy, watching helplessly the boy he once loved so much turned into this appearance, crawling towards him dying while holding the ring.

"Brother...we are getting married today...you promised me..."

He crawled very slowly, someone dragged and kicked him behind him, Alpha's convulsive fingers grabbed the grass roots and rubbed forward inch by inch, his desperate eyes that could no longer ignite any light kept looking at Fu Ge.

Little Beta backed away step by step, with tears on his cheeks and mouth, "Don't...don't come here...I'm lying to you...I'm lying to you, don't you know..."

Qi Han said: "I know, it doesn't matter, I was wrong... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I will compensate you, you can pay for my life or my reputation, I will pay you all..."

He raised his hand with all his might, pinching the unstained ring with his bloodstained fingertips.

Fu Ge saw him make an embarrassing smile, even his mouth was covered with blood: "Will you put on the ring, brother made it for me...I haven't worn it yet..."

The mournful cry tore his throat, and little Beta fell to the ground like a collapse.

Memories of the wedding day pierced into the head like an electric drill, and the entire corridor turned into a bloody kaleidoscope. In every room, there was a desperate Qi Han, kneeling on the ground and begging him for help.

"Brother...help me...I'm allergic..."

"Don't burn it, okay...that's my thing..."

"Aren't we getting married today..."

"You lied to me from the beginning to the end... right..."

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The world was torn apart, memory gnawed at his brain, and Fu Ge's heart was broken with a big hole. All the pain that had been dull due to illness in the past five years returned to his body in an instant, as if he had been executed by someone alive.

He closed his eyes and jumped downstairs.

His legs bounced suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the roof of the green leather train.

Nine o'clock in the evening on February 28th.

On the way back from Litang, he had a long dream.

Fu Ge sat up from the narrow sleeper bed, leaned on the carriage with his knees hugged, and quietly watched the passing scenery outside the window.

He didn't know why he had to go to Litang again, open the app, check tickets, buy tickets, and he seemed to be out of his body when doing these things.

After leaving Qi Ji's cemetery, he went directly to the airport. When he returned, he didn't have a ticket, so he took the train.

Coincidentally, he and Qi Han returned from their honeymoon a month ago on the same train, in the same compartment.

Fate had already tortured him to pieces, love was not pure, hatred was not thorough, he thought he would never be disturbed by nightmares after revenge.

But the new nightmare is more painful than ever.

He met Kang Zhuo in Litang, the Tibetan guy who gave Qi Han walnut wine, and the other party recognized him as Qi Han's partner at a glance, and the second sentence after the greeting was to ask: "How is his injury recovery?" gone?"

So Fu Ge knew everything that happened that night.

Knowing that Qi Han almost died on the snowy mountain due to allergies after being left behind by him, knowing that the phone call that he hung up on was his begging before dying, knowing that he kept wearing a high collar because his trachea was opened by a pen Dong, knowing that he and Zhuoma were partying all night in the bar, he was running down the snowy mountain to ask for help...

80.00% of the regrets in life come from misunderstandings and lagging information. He and Qi Han have personally tested it, and these two can kill people.

Kang Zhuo told him that Qi Han wore a white khata the night he prayed for himself in the snow mountain, saying that his boyfriend had won it to him.

Fu Ge guessed that the self-deceiving hada was one of his relics, and he burned it himself.

"Do you still remember what wishes he made when he prayed for blessings?"

"I don't remember this one, but I should keep it."

Kang Zhuo searched all his pockets to find the paper he wrote when he was helping Qi Han translate his wish, and opened it to Fu Ge to see, "This is the Tibetan I translated for him, shall I translate it back to Chinese for you?"

"No need." Fu Ge subconsciously covered the words on the paper with his hand, "Just give it to me, I can speak some Tibetan."

For some reason, he never dared to open that piece of paper.

After staying in Litang for several hours, he was in a daze the whole time. He walked many, many ways, but he dared not go up that mountain again.

It was not until half an hour before the return journey that he had the courage to step on it again.

The memory seemed to be selectively blurred. The route he rode up that day was still clearly imprinted in his head. He walked up step by step, keeping his eyes on the snow under his feet, and soon found a brick-red mark the size of a fingernail .

Snow can bury many traces, and it can also leave many traces.

It hasn't rained in Litang since the end of their honeymoon. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow will only thicken layer by layer and will not melt.

So after Fu Ge dug up the layer of snow with his hands, he easily found the proof that Qi Han had struggled here.

It was a large puddle of frosty and browned blood, left when he pierced his neck with a pen, and behind the blood were several deep, deep scratches that had been frozen. Picked out by hand.

Fu Ge half-kneeled on the ground, tears dripping into the snow, he clutched the handful of blood, the pain was so painful that he could barely breathe.

"Don't you know I'm lying to you...why you still call me..."

Severe allergies on the plateau can kill a person, and the last few seconds before suffocation are the most precious time for rescue. Qi Han scratched so many times on the ground, he must have exhausted all his strength to take out his mobile phone and make a call.

He must have thought that Fu Ge would look back at him even if he was angry.

But little beta doesn't.

The last hope was annihilated in the phrase "Don't bother me", was it true when he stabbed his throat with a pen, just wanted to save himself?

Fu Ge blinked his red eyes, took out the piece of paper Kang Zhuo gave him, carefully flattened it, and recorded Qi Han's four wishes in small, ant-like characters from top to bottom.

Little Beta read out one by one to the snow mountain——

"First, I wish him a hundred years of worry-free life. Second, I wish him his wish fulfilled. Third, I wish him a happy family. Fourth, I wish him...never come back to me..."

The last words were blown away by the wind, he lay trembling on the snow ground, his pale fingers sank deeply into the pool of blood, and gradually overlapped with Alpha's painful and desperate scratches: "Ah Han, how happy do you want me to be... "

At ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Ge got off the train alone, with a handful of snow mixed with blood in his pocket.

If everything in 404 hadn't been burned, he would have discovered that Qi Han had also left Litang with a handful of snow for his last thoughts.

As soon as the mobile phone was turned on, the SMS bombarded it in turn. Fu Ge didn't pay much attention to it. "Mr. Bear" was still at the top of WeChat, but he knew that the little red dot of unread messages would never appear after these four words.

As soon as he was about to take a taxi, Qi Chuan called him, and Qi Chuan informed him in a panic: "Xiao Ge! The prison car escorting Qi Han was robbed!"

Half an hour later, on the Linhai Highway.

A black Santana races through the rain.

There were four people in the car, the driver and the gun-wielding thugs were sitting in the front row, and an alpha was on guard in the back seat. It was the buyer who tripped Qi Han at the auction and almost died on this road. Leader of the gland hunters on the road.

At his feet, handcuffed Qi Han lay curled up on the car, his head covered by a black cloth swaying with the car.

From being hijacked to being dragged into the car, he didn't resist at all. From the beginning to the end, he half-opened his eyes, watching all this dully and stupidly.

Like a walking corpse at the mercy of others, with a rotting heart inside the scarred body.

"Brother, there seems to be something wrong ahead!"

"Don't fucking fart, the cops are behind!"

After the voice fell, a bright light suddenly hit the front of the car.

The driver slammed on the brakes, and the front tires fell directly into the mud on the right side of the road. At the same time, there was a "bang" gunshot, and the windshield exploded, and debris hit their heads and faces.

A dozen motorcycles ambushed in front of the road turned on their headlights and rushed out.

In an instant, gunshots and roars were heard, and the firepower on the other side was more than ten times that of theirs. The three of them quickly couldn't resist, and Alpha pulled Qi Han and jumped out of the car, holding a grenade in his hand.

"Don't come here! If you come here again, we will die together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent engine sound suddenly sounded behind him, Alpha subconsciously turned his head, and the strong light immediately hit his eyes.

At this moment, a slender rider suddenly rushed forward from the other side, approaching him in less than half a second, "Then let's see who will die first!"

Seeing the motorcycle's head raised high in an instant, Alpha screamed and fell backwards. Fu Ge grabbed Qi Han and rushed onto the motorcycle desperately, then grabbed the handlebar and flicked the tail with all his strength, running over Alpha's calf.

"Ahhh-"

A shrill scream crossed the eardrums, and the pulled grenade rolled to the ground. The explosion blasted Santana into the air, and the scooter that was advancing at full speed was also blown out.

Fu Ge rolled forward five or six meters, his forearm was knocked and dislocated, and his shoulder was wiped with blood.

He didn't care about himself at all, stood up and looked for Qi Han's figure in a panic, and saw Alpha in prison clothes in front of the burning Santana.

With his back to Fu Ge, he knelt on the ground, but in two days he was as thin as a lifeless terminally ill patient. The bitter wind blew his prison clothes like a kite, as if he was going to float into the sky in the next second.

He found a gun from nowhere, raised it slowly, and aimed it at his head.

"What are you doing..." Fu Ge asked him hoarsely.

Qi Han's eyeballs trembled twice, the flames soaring into the sky illuminated his stagnant eyes very brightly.

He smiled palely, closed his eyes and said word by word: "I saw Dad, and also saw... Xiaoge, they said, I'm relieved, I can go home..."

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The success of chasing his wife is still a bit shivering, but it is not the success of going back this time. There will be another reversal later, but it is fast, really fast. ?(ˊ?ˋ*)