love brother

"That is to say, you made a wish to a psychic to make Kemercia your cookie. You thought he would wake up the next day and he would be back to normal, but he didn't!"

When I came out with this whole thing, I was ready to be slammed by DeCario.

"Yes. Don't look at me like this. You are not crazy, and I am not crazy. To be precise, that is not a psychic, but a female liar who can hypnotize."

"Did you rape him?"

I moved my butt in embarrassment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Can you stop saying that word? At least he was in love with me at the time, and there was no problem of rape between lovers, and we didn't have sex." It was just comforting each other to release desire.

"You spent a lot of time hypnotizing him and he didn't do anything?!" De Cario's gaze swept across my lower body like an X-ray: "Are you impotent?"

I stared at him in embarrassment: "Of course I'm not! I'm just afraid that he will wake up the next day and find out! If he finds out that I raped him, he will kill me!"

De Cario walked back and forth in front of me: "You didn't let me say rape, but you said rape yourself! But you are right, very right, which shows that you still have a conscience in your heart and know that this is wrong, but why do you Wouldn't it be earlier if the bad intentions were discovered?"

I was a little frustrated and powerless: "I have endured for so many years, I think I have reached the limit, I can no longer bear his indifference to me. De Cario, my friend, you should know that I have Pain, and if I don't do something else, I'm afraid I'll hurt him, really hurt him."

De Cario took a deep puff on his cigarette. He had already smoked two. The whole room was filled with smoke, and I could hardly see his face clearly.

"You really surprised me." He stopped and looked at me sideways, his eyes full of exasperated anger and helpless compromise.

I've known him for almost ten years, and we're like brothers, of course, not me and Ryan.We depend on each other, share victories and joys, food and fancy clothes, we never really get angry with each other because we fully respect each other's every decision and choice.

In this era, homosexuality is criticized and discriminated against, and even considered a mental illness.I knew his concern. If Ryan sued me, I might be sent to electric shock or chemical castration, which is the result that no one wants to see.

"I'll send someone to find that psychic...that gypsy female liar, before that, please don't do anything to make Kemercia wake up and want to kill you, okay?"

I want to tell him that as long as Violet snaps his fingers lightly, Ryan can remember nothing, but then he will definitely be furious, so I can only make an OK gesture: "Okay, no problem!"

I'll try to be patient, but if I can't, it's not my fault because I must have tried.

He sighed, stubbed out his cigarette, raised his hand and looked at the time: "I have an appointment, let's go first."

I wished he would leave quickly, opened the door and sent him to the door, but when the door was about to close, one of his feet stuck in against the door again.

"Ah, by the way, a 'Ripper' appeared in Rome recently. Although he hasn't committed a crime in our neighborhood yet, if the police ask you to assist in the investigation, remember not to conflict with them, you always lose your temper." Warning After finishing me, he waved goodbye to me.

Ripper?Is it a parody of Jack the Ripper?I think I've been so focused on my relationship with Ryan and sorting out Barry's resources recently that I've missed a lot of exciting news.

Because it was one of those rare winter days, I went to see Barry at the nursing home.He seemed to be in better spirits. I put flowers on his bedside, sat down and chatted with him for a while. The content was mainly about reports on party affairs, business progress, and of course some personal topics, such as Family, love, kids, whatever.

He is my elder. After his death, theoretically, I will no longer have blood relatives in this world. Therefore, it is not surprising that he cares about my love and marriage issues.He wanted to find someone to take care of me, even if it wasn't for love, but also for the warmth of my family, so I declined.Apart from Ryan, I don't want to get family warmth from anyone else. It can be said that I am a very stubborn person.

"Are you in love with a married woman?"

Barry was very keenly aware that my heart belonged, but he would never have guessed that I loved a man, or my stepbrother.He always thought that Ryan was not good to me and the relationship was alienated. From a certain point of view, he guessed right, it was all because of my unrequited love.

"No, he...cough she is older than me, has a child, and her husband...has been dead for a long time. She is not in love with me yet, maybe she has a little affection for me, but not in love, but I am working hard. "

"Good boy!" He stretched out his fist and hit me on the shoulder. In the past, I would always be hit by his habitual movement to the point where I couldn't help rubbing my shoulders, but now the fist is soft and has no strength at all. .

Barry is really old.When I realized this, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Have you heard? A 'Jack the Ripper' appeared on the streets of Rome recently." Barry leaned back against the head of the bed, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, and stopped to rest for a while after speaking a few words.

"I heard from De Cario, what kind of guy is he?" Every morning, a nurse will read the newspaper of the day to Barry, and I have reason to believe that Barry knows the situation in the world better than I do.He even knows the names of the winners of this year's Miss America pageant!

"Crazy. He kills people everywhere at night. There are men and women, most of them are drunkards and homeless people alone. After killing them, they will kill each other's genitals..." He made a one-size-fits-all gesture, and I showed a frightened expression , He went on to say: "There hasn't been such a guy in Rome for a long time. I don't care about other places, but people on the streets under the jurisdiction of MASK have the right to be protected. MASK must ensure their safety. I don't trust those stupid policemen. .”

I nodded: "Understood, I will send more people to patrol."

We chatted until he fell asleep from exhaustion, and in the afternoon I went to Kemercia Manor to visit Ryan.I don't have to cling to him, but today's day is bright and sunny, and it's a good time to stare at him.But as soon as I entered the door, I saw him fully dressed and about to go out, accompanied by a middle-aged man who looked a little familiar.

"Do you want to go out?"

Ryan nodded, and took the scarf handed to him by the housekeeper, which was the one I gave him.

"If you are interested, you can come with us."

He invited me, of course I couldn't refuse him, so I got into the car with him and the middle-aged man.

"where are we going?"

"The morgue."

I looked at Ryan in surprise, I thought we were going to play cards somewhere!What surprised me even more was that the middle-aged man sitting beside us who had been silent for a long time turned out to be a well-known figure in Rome——Richard Dubov.

He is a well-known detective who solves crimes and is known as the "Italian Sherlock Holmes". It is said that as long as he takes over the case, there is no case that cannot be solved.

I approached Ryan and whispered in his ear: "You haven't forgotten my profession, have you? Brother."

"You mean villain?"

oh!He will joke with me now!I'm really afraid that if he continues like this, being nice to me, joking with me, and acting too cute, then sooner or later, I will be dissatisfied and unable to resist the temptation to let him continue to love me.

"Don't worry, Mr. Detective and I are friends." He lowered his eyes and stopped at the position of my collarbone, and said in a voice that we both could hear clearly: "Yuni, sometimes you are really shameless Heart."

I touched the spot subconsciously, and there was a distinctive hickey, which was like a medal to me, and I wasn't afraid to let everyone see it.

"Haven't you seen my most shameless appearance a long time ago?"

After I said this, I realized that I was flirting with him, which was absolutely impossible before, but now I can say it so smoothly.I can't help thinking, if he forgets that he loved me in the future and returns to the appearance of that steel robot, can I still change back, you know, habits are terrible.

He gave me a deep look and didn't answer me, his upbringing prevented him from flirting recklessly with a third person.

I really wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't do the thing of kissing him in front of strangers, so I asked him, "What are we doing at the morgue?"

"Richard wants me to assist the investigation and see if I can provide some clues."

Mr. Inspector answered in a timely manner: "Actually, I was also looking for you, Mr. Lombardi. It's great to meet you by chance. The morgue is not a pleasant place. It's good to go there once."

I looked back and forth between the two of them: "Who is dead?"

"Sybeth Gaynor." Seeing my puzzled face, the inspector changed his name: "Or you would prefer to call her—Ms. Violet."

Violet was dead, her abdomen was cut open by the Ripper, her vagina was strangled, her uterus was removed, and her breasts were cut off by the murderer.Just looking at the corpse, one can feel the horror and suffering of Mrs. Violet before she died.Her perfect makeup was completely ruined, her face was pale, her eye sockets were sunken, and her body was beginning to have spots. Her whole body was like a withered violet.

"That's right, it's her." Ryan was very calm and observed Violet's face very carefully, as if what was lying there was not a person but a piece of apple pie. I don't think there is anything in this world that can defeat him .

I never thought that Mrs. Violet would leave this world in such a dramatic way.And more importantly, what should Ryan do after this?

He will love me for the rest of his life and will not betray me. I dream about this day, but that is not his real emotion, it is false.It is true that he does not love me himself, has no love for me.

Because of my temporary greed, I want to let him live in a false dream for a lifetime, and I feel a little guilty.But if given another chance, I'm afraid I'd still do it.

"Can you please recall the scene at that time?"

Ryan told the inspector everything that happened that day. Naturally, I concealed the part of Mrs. Violet hypnotizing Ryan for the second time, and only said that I never saw her again after we separated.

According to the forensic examination, Mrs. Violet died within 48 hours, probably between four and six in the morning two days ago, shortly after breaking up with us.

After asking questions, Inspector Dubov thanked us for our cooperation in the investigation and sent us to the gate of the police station.

"I don't want to go to the morgue again, it's so cold in there!" I whined and got into the car with Ryan.

The car drove steadily towards the Kemersia Manor. It was clear that the weather was sunny and fine a few hours ago, but now it was gloomy and gloomy. I am afraid that there will be a heavy rain at night.I hate this weather, it reminds me of bad memories, about Ryan, about the old days.

"Yuni, do you have any clue about Mrs. Violet's death?"

I heard Ryan calling me, so I looked away from the sky outside the window: "No, you were still in a coma at that time, I'm worried that your physical condition didn't stop her, and it was too late for someone to follow her."

He closed his eyes and kneaded the corners of his eyes as the vehicle swayed. I think he must have not slept well yesterday. He is always busy recently.

"I don't want to be made a suspect in a serial murder at a time like this when it's time to vote for a Senate seat."

That's why he's so busy, he's getting ready to enter the Senate, and if successful, he'll be the youngest ever senator from Lazio.Unlike his ascetic appearance, my elder brother has always had great ambitions for power.

"Didn't you say Mr. Detective is your friend?"

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes seemed to contain a cloud of ice mist, and it always made people feel cold when he was staring at me.

"He is. But he is also full of justice and dedicated to his duty. If I were a murderer, he would throw me in prison even with tears on his face."

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. I know that Ryan has always liked such people, who are enthusiastic, full of energy, not limited by the world, and believe that God is fair, but I hate this kind of people very much, very much, because I will never be like this people.

I moved my body in the narrow compartment, and then straddled him. He let me do this without moving, and just looked at me faintly as if warning.I deeply buried his neck and took a deep breath. There is always a cold fragrance on his body, entangled in my nose all the time, tempting me to touch him.

"I want a kiss, brother." I begged him, smiling, in a pitiful tone, the same way I begged him to teach me how to read and how to ride a horse when I was a child.

He lowered his eyes, didn't reprimand me, and didn't answer me, he just kissed me flatly, stuck his tongue into my mouth and stirred.

I happily wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back fiercely. During the process, I bit his lips because I was too excited. The smell of blood made me feel hot all over, and I almost couldn't help pushing Ryan down on the back seat .

"Sorry." I licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and admitted my mistake without sincerity.

Ryan frowned, and gently pushed me away: "Go down."

I panicked: "Are you angry?"

Ryan pulled my chin and turned my face out of the window: "Go down, it's here."

It turned out that we had already driven into the Kemersia Manor before we knew it, so I had to obediently get off him.The butler came out from the house with a few personal servants to hold umbrellas for us. Only then did I realize that it was already raining, and the cold rain fell on my face, which made me very upset.

When we got home, Ryan continued to work on his never-ending paperwork while I retreated to my room.

Sitting in the dark, with the cigarette in my hand flickering a little orange, I quietly stared in front of the window, watching the raindrops falling from the sky and smashing into the soil in a line, and so on.

It reminds me of the night before Lane got married, and it rained like that.I sneaked into the Kemersia manor and climbed up the balcony of Ryan's room on the south side of the second floor along the rainwater pipe.

It was very cold that day, and the rain was heavy. My clothes were all soaked in the rain. The cold air enveloped me along every crevice, freezing all my senses. I even felt that every breath I took Icy white mist.But compared with the despair in my heart, this bit of physical pain is really nothing.

At that time, I was heartbroken that Ryan was about to marry someone else. After drinking a little wine, I impulsively wanted to see the brother who was cruel and never recognized me again.

I have forgotten how I climbed up to the balcony that is at least five meters high, anyway, I went up, and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room very smoothly, and successfully entered the room like that.I came to Ryan's bed, and through the moment of lightning outside the window, I was able to see the face I had been thinking about day and night.The floor was covered with a thick carpet, which hid my footsteps, leaving only muddy footprints.I knelt at the head of his bed, eyes full of fascination, after tonight, he will belong to someone else, but he won't even know that I loved him.

Maybe I did drink too much that night. For a moment, I wanted to kill him and make him only mine forever.But when I was thinking this way, Ryan seemed to have noticed something and woke up. I saw his body froze for a moment, and then he got up quickly, took the lamp by the bed and threw it at me.

I instinctively reached out to block it, the first hit hit my forehead, I whimpered in pain, and then the sharp pattern of the desk lamp stopped a few centimeters away from me the second time.

After a silence, Ryan's voice sounded in the darkness: "...Yuni?"

I closed my eyes tightly because of the sudden light, and when I opened them again, I saw Ryan looking down at me, his expression was colder and biting than the weather outside.

"Can you explain why you sneaked into my room in the middle of the night?"

My head was dizzy, not only because of the alcohol, but also because of being smashed.

"I'm here to congratulate you on your marriage, brother."

"You've been drinking." His pretty brows frowned, and I looked at him foolishly, sitting on the ground in a daze. Impatient and alienated, he said to me: "Are you still planning to get up?"

It was fun to embarrass him and make him angry.

I laughed out loud without warning, fell back grinningly, and spread my whole body on the ground, and kept saying: "You are not a good brother, but you will become a good husband! I hope the other party will also What a good wife...brother... congratulations on getting married...

I'm happy... I'm happy. "

I was unconscious after that, and when I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in Ryan's room, the wound on my forehead had been properly treated, and I had changed into clean pajamas.I called the servant and learned that Ryan had completed the service at the church and was now on his honeymoon in France.

I let the other party back down, lay back on the bed, stared at the ceiling and my mind went blank, and I felt that at that moment I lost the meaning of being alive.

Why can't he love me?Why can others have him and I can't?Why am I so incapable of doing nothing? ! !

After an unknown amount of time, I hugged the quilt with Ryan's body odor and tried to shrink myself into a ball. I submerged my face in the snow-white quilt, howled in pain, and vented my hopelessness like a wounded beast.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

The room suddenly lit up, and I looked behind me, Ryan was standing by the door, looking at me puzzled.

I stood up: "I was thinking about something just now, and suddenly I was lost in thought, and I forgot to open it."

"Come downstairs, dinner is ready."

I walked towards him with a smile: "Okay, brother."

Even if it's not true, I don't want to let go, because I already know the pain of loss.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"No."

"why?!"

"Because Amy wants to sleep with me, he has been afraid of thunder and lightning since he was a child."

"Haha, let the three of us sleep together! Okay? Brother? Brother~~"

"I'm also afraid of lightning! Brother~ Brother! Brother! Brother!!"

"I'll keep calling you until you agree, brother brother brother brother~~~"

"To shut up!"