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At night, Teng Cuo hugged a coconut and sat under the eaves of the base to drink. The light shone from behind him, allowing people to see the dark sky in the distance.The sea advances and retreats on the beach without stopping under the night sky, the dark blue stretches endlessly, embracing the reflection of the moon.

Someone touched his shoulder, the ointment was handed down, and Teng took it by mistake.Lan Bao'e stood behind him and said softly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Teng Cuo put the ointment in his pocket, "Sister Cool."

"You..." Lan Bao'e was very uncomfortable. She held back for a long time and said, "You are not serious."

Teng wrongly smiled, looked at the sea, and said, "Look at who is serious here."

"That's not bad." Someone answered suddenly, "Anyone who is serious is an idiot."

Then someone came out of the house, one of the boys in training.At this moment, most people have returned to the room, but he looked very energetic, raised his eyebrows at Teng Cuo, and said, "Are you a decent person?"

Teng misunderstood the expression, and moved his hands in his pockets, but he couldn't touch anything except the tube of ointment that Lan Bao'e had returned.He cursed in his heart and asked, "Who are you?"

"Yu Xing," the boy grinned and showed his yellow teeth, "I know you, your name is Teng Cuo."

Teng wrongly smiled and stood up from the steps.

Yu Xing said, "I am older than you."

Teng stomped his numb feet by mistake, and let out a "hmm".

Yu Xing moved a little closer and said, "Call for brother to listen."

It was already clear what his purpose was when he spoke like this.Lan Bao'e's complexion also changed, her eyes were still swollen, she didn't speak, she came over and wanted to drag Teng Cuo away.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Yu Xing was tall and fierce-looking, Lan Bao'e and Teng Cuo combined might not necessarily be his size.He pushed Lan Bao'e away with a wave of his arm, and said: "A little bitch dares to meddle in my business, go as far as you can!"

He lifted his trousers, allowing people to see his movements in the shadows clearly, revealing his obscenity thoroughly.He even continued arrogantly, approaching Teng Cuo, and asked, "Little baby, are you bored after so many days here? My brother will take you to have fun."

Then he stretched out his hand to embrace Teng Cuo's shoulder, Teng Cuo dodged for a while, and his face was already grim.There are still a few people standing at the corner under the eaves, and they usually follow Yu.

"Have you figured it out?" Yu Xing said, half threatening and half seductive, "Do you want to have fun with my brother?"

Teng Cuo's expression changed in the blink of an eye, and when he looked up at Yu Xing, his pupils revealed a fragile breath in the dimness.His hair has grown a lot, almost to the shoulder blades.The evening wind dragged her jet-black hair, just in time to sweep past Yu Xing.

Lan Bao'e was about to go forward, but was stopped by those boys.If she wanted to yell, the boys around would reach out to cover her, and some of them grabbed Lan Bao'e's arms.Teng Cuo looked over coldly and said to her, "Don't meddle in your own business."

He is so knowledgeable, Yu Xing is very satisfied.He has been staring at this piece of fat since the first day he saw Teng Cuo. Life here is extremely boring, and he can't wait to start talking.

"Come here." Teng Cuo held Yu Xing's wrist, raised his eyebrows lightly, and smiled very ambiguously.There is sweetness in his bright eyes and white teeth, even in his voice.

He gently pulled Yu Xing and said, "Let's go to a darker place, just the two of us."

Yu Xing almost drowned in such an invitation, he followed Teng Cuo to the coconut tree by the sea.

Teng Cuo sat down with his back against the big tree, and Yu Xing squatted down in front of him with one hand still in his pants.He raised Teng Cuo's face with the other hand, and leaned over to make a kiss.

"Don't worry," Teng Cuo retreated slightly, and said softly, "Let me help you first..."

He gave Yu Xing a glance from the tip of his eyes, which made people's bones go limp, and then he deftly took out Yu Xing's hand.

Yu Xing began to pull his jacket, Teng Cuo had nowhere to hide, so he clumsily grasped Yu Xing's wrist, looking pitiful.Such rigidity and jerkyness greatly challenged Yu Xing's rationality. He already knew the essence of taste only by sight, so his enthusiasm intensified, and he kept urging Teng Cuo.

"Come," he whispered, "I'll give you a taste of brother."

However, what awaited him was incomparable pain. The stone that was half buried in the white sand under the tree was held tightly by Teng Cuo, and the moment he took off his pants, he smashed it down.

"What are you doing!" Yu Xing wanted to back up, but he lost his strength because of the previous blow and fell to his knees.He reached out his hand to pinch Teng Cuo's neck, his arm was strong, but Teng Cuo didn't retreat but advanced, he rushed over and grabbed his previous sliding hand.

"You..." Yu Xing lost his voice in pain, he was a little stupid.He shut his mouth, Teng Cuo refused to let go, he raised the stone and smashed it down again and again.

The screams resounded on the beach, and the stones continued to hit.The searchlight of the base turned around, as if the light of day illuminated a hideous and bloody scene, Yu Xing twitched in pain, his palms and lower body were bloody and bloody, Teng Cuo sat beside him, his face and eyes were stained red with blood , blooming on the snow-white skin, and he even smiled sweetly.

The edge of the stone was sharp, several of Yu Xing's fingers had been smashed, and his ring finger was almost broken off.He hugged his wrists, screaming helplessly and sadly.Teng mistakenly threw away the stone and was pleased by Yu Xing's pain.

Thin fingers sank into the sand and scooped up the rotten flesh that fell from Yu Xing's hands.

Teng smiled wrongly and stuffed the meat into Yu Xing's mouth.

"Come," he said in a hoarse voice, seductively, "I'll give you a taste of yourself."

Yu Xing vomited and cried, vomiting again and again.With a foul smell on his tongue and slurred speech, he forced his voice out in fear, "You... crazy, crazy... ah... Get out! Get out! You this......"

madman.

madman!

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When Teng Cuo was pulled away from Yu Xing, Yu Xing had already lost consciousness, and Yin Hong flowed out from his remaining hands and waist, soaking the white sand.

Teng Cuo peeled off his infatuated and seductive skin, revealing the fierce and bloodthirsty flesh underneath.The moonlight illuminated his blood-stained face, he was pulled by his arms, still bent down, and spat on Yu Xing's face.

The cause and effect of this incident cannot be denied. Yu Xing was provocative first, but it is also true that he was beaten half-mutilated by Teng Cuo.Mr. Chen didn't intervene. He stood on the balcony on the second floor and watched the normal tragedy, then turned around and went back without leaving a message.

So the instructor dealt with it impartially, and Yu Xing's punishment must be dealt with after he wakes up. Teng's mistakes cannot be escaped.Mr. Chen can treat him differently, which doesn't mean he can break the rules.

The way of confinement and confinement in the garden is very unique. There is a deep well in the backyard of the base, and there is no water in it. The diameter of the well head is nearly two meters.Put people down, and it is impossible to escape without external force.

"Reflect on yourself below," the instructor said fiercely to Teng Cuo, "and come up after you learn how to behave."

"That's unfortunate, I can't learn it." Teng Cuo looked up at him in the dark, and said with a smile: "I can't do this thing."

The bottom of the well was full of hard sand and stones. Teng Cuo sat with his back against the well wall, stretched his legs, and raised his head for a long time.The stars are dazzling in the night sky, but he can only see the piece of sky surrounded by the mouth of the well, even the moon is isolated from it, and he cannot see it at the wrong angle.

Teng Cuo was locked at the bottom of the well for many days, during which no one came, not even the footsteps of people passing by.He spent time in the alternation of day and night, and the only thing he could do, besides looking at the sky, was to dig the wall of the well with his nails.

From the sixth day, he finally understood the horror of this captivity. The restricted space, the confusion of time, the infinite silence, hunger and gradually lost hope all challenged the human will.However, the most horrific thought of a person born in such a prison is that the bottom of the well is a wonderful place, not completely closed, and the sky exposed above will always hang the human spirit.Knowing one's own insignificance is a desperate thing, but seeing the untouchable light eventually becomes a kind of torture.

Teng Cuo listened to his heartbeat quietly in the narrow darkness, and a certain position on the wall of the well was illuminated into gold, and he knew it was dusk.The surroundings soon fell into darkness, and Teng Cuo looked up at the sky, once again deeply aware of the meaning of insight.

Not just this moment, but his decisions and his future.

The seductive skin and tyrannical flesh are gone, leaving only his scarred bones.

What is his meaning in this world, whether his birth and existence will be meaningful, he still wants to ask, why is he alive?

Is it because you are greedy for life and afraid of death?

In that gradual spring rain, he held the blood-stained knife in his hand, knowing that he was already in a position of defeat.He didn't have the ability to predict the future, but he didn't know himself in the face of the dirty and hopeless road ahead.

The words shouted at him by the bodyguards chasing him from the nightclub—"If you have the ability, you would rather die than surrender"—became endless echoes in the empty well.

Why didn't the tip of the knife point at his chest that night, and the stabbing was done once and for all, and it was still strong and clean, why didn't he do that.

Why?why!

"Because I want to live...I don't want to die...I'm afraid of death...I'm afraid." Teng Cuo seemed to be forced to interrogate and was on the verge of collapse.He opened his dry lips and heard a broken sound in his throat.He put his forehead against the wall of the well and began to pound the ground, saying, "Because I want to live..."

Maybe he was born with a talent for evil, he could accept the death of his relatives indifferently and calmly, and he would not feel ashamed when he was stripped naked. He just feels good to punish and retaliate in that way.

He killed the drug dealer who betrayed Mr. Chen, no matter what the reason was, whether he had no choice, whether that person deserved to die, he didn't feel anything.Life on the island will change people, and the understanding of morality and etiquette has been severely weakened. Teng Cuo knows that he has become nothing.

At the bottom of the well buried deep underground, he finally had time to reflect on his first murder.At the moment of shooting, something that had been wandering in the chest cavity was completely released.

Cold-blooded, cruel, and joyous nature.

So what is he insisting on?He joined the garden with the purpose of destruction from the very beginning, why, why he didn't compromise, what is the persistence in his heart.He couldn't think of anything, and couldn't see anything clearly.

A rustling sound came from above his head, but Teng Cuo didn't raise his face.A "Hello" came from the edge of the well, and someone asked, "Who are you?"

The sound was not loud, but it sounded very immature.Teng Cuo turned his face against his forehead, his skin was burning hot.

A person appeared by the well, who seemed to be sitting on something, wearing a snow-white shirt, with his entire upper body sticking out, his body was very thin, and he looked young.Against the moonlight, the boy stared at Teng Cuo motionlessly.

The two looked at each other up and down, their gazes collided across the deep well, and they both lost their minds for a moment.

Extremely pale skin, soft face, and charming eyes.

They seem to be looking in a mirror.

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