Fugue

Sitting at the bottom of the tower, he heard the sound of water droplets, the ripples spread from his toes, and the beam of light touched the back of his neck.He should know where this is.There are curved stairs in the tower, winding up, leading to the zenith, at the end of the light and stained glass.Not only that, if you walk up the stairs and touch the dark walls, they are not cold bricks.The fragrance of ink permeates the tip of the nose, and the ups and downs of the spine of the book stick to the palm of the hand, telling how the whole wall and the whole tower embrace you.If there is light, you can look up to the top of the tower, and you can see the entire surface of the books sleeping, without traces of bricks, as if the tower was built with books.But the beam of light is not in the tower, it only shines into the penetrating column, which is covered with stained glass, and it has the secret of the kaleidoscope.He is in the pillar.Yes, the glass is cloudy and the pillars have no doors to look in and out, which he never did.He thought, good, let me stay in isolation.This world is what he sees, muddy colors, vague but vivid.I would like to sleep at the bottom of the water as the secret of the kaleidoscope.

The tower is so quiet, and the sound of water drops is crisp.But the ripples began to tremble, the naked will of the beast shattered the glass, and the entire column overturned, turning into dust.The fragments are like snow, reflecting the brilliance, leaving traces on his arms, flowing hot.

"Vulnerable."

This is the sound from the top of the tower, like the roar of ancient giant beasts.

That voice pronounced the sentence: "Escape is no longer allowed."

It was over, and the light and debris evaporated in an instant.He has only himself, he can only see himself.He saw the scars on his left arm, saw them intertwined with old and new, like the wheel of history.Scars have memories, covering up the old with the new, but the scars pile up.Scars cannot be killed, and the past cannot be killed.

"Since you put him to sleep, this is the only chance left to make the most of your void."

He leans on the arm, he hardens those scars, he stands up.One eye opened, facing him, like the one eye of a giant beast, with golden yellow and diamond-shaped pupils, contracted violently.Staring at him, like swimming through a wound and into his veins.He felt that he was naked, and the cold gaze was creepy.The body is full of rough breath, countless books, as the wall of the tower, infused with life, they are undulating, waiting for an opportunity.

Then, in the darkness, the books opened their one-eyed eyes.

Peeping and glaring all over the wall.

He □□.

"I didn't mean to wake you up. I remember you saying 'I didn't sleep all night' when you got in the car."

A ray of light cut into his eyes, Gan Luan stretched out his hands to cover them, the glaring feeling disappeared, but he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

"Later I saw that you were picking at your hand, and it was bleeding." It was Ye Li who was driving, and it was noon, and the sun was enjoying itself.Ye Li was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see his eyes: "I think I still have to wake you up, but it's not necessary."

"Does it hurt?" Ye Li said, "If I want to do this, I will cry, I guess you will wake up from the pain."

"You're mentally retarded!" In fact, Gan Luan woke up with fright, the eyes that flooded into him were disgusting.However, he really couldn't understand that seeing a person who was trapped in a nightmare and unconsciously self-harmed, someone would feel that there was no need to wake him up.Let him wake up in pain, what kind of cruel reason is this?

"It hurts. It hurts so much. My brain hurts." Gan Luan tapped his brain: "Xiao Yeli, like Gan Lan, you always give me a lot of inspiration. It is you who let me understand that both mentally retarded and lunatics affect world peace. I hope You just wake me up next time, thank you."

Ye Li has no guilt: "I want you to sleep for a while. By the way, why didn't you sleep all night?"

"Excuse me..." After discovering that the place where you live is full of eyes, can you still fall asleep peacefully?But he held back and didn't say it.If Ye Li answered yes, he might strangle this innocent life directly.All humiliation and shutting up are for world peace.

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Yesterday, although Gan Luan really wanted to catch those birdmen on the spot and let them eat the camera alive, he learned from the pain and held back—it's not for world peace, this is a salute of war, and it can't be fired yet.He handed the sack to Ye Li: "Keep it safe." Then he said: "Is there any news about what I asked you to do earlier?"

Ye Li shrugged: "Actually, you suddenly asked me to find him, and I didn't have a clue. Oh, what's his name, I forgot."

"It's called Bian You." Gan Luan pressed his temple: "Do you know how Ye Jing praised you?"

"Super IQ, good-looking, cutie who makes straight men want to bend over?"

"He said I can make do with your brain." He casually rubbed the top of Ye Li's head: "Then what should I do with it now? Pry it open and pour out the pile of manure to water the vegetables?"

"I was wrong." Ye Li sat upright, "His name is Bian You, and his father is your mother's brother, so he is your cousin. He is a third-year student at Jicheng University, in the same department as you, and the president of the tennis club. He is handsome and gentle. , There are countless peach blossoms, covering men and women. The point is, everyone around him knows that he is gay, but you don't know it at all, until one day..." Gan Luan glanced at Ye Li. "I was wrong." Ye Li put his hands neatly, and quickly painted nails on his lower lip with his tongue: "The point is where he is now."

"Let's put this aside for now."

"Ok?"

"Ye Jing has told you about the recent events."

"Uh-huh."

"Then you might as well think about it with your brain, what is the point now. If you talk nonsense, just use it as a fertilizer."

"Yes, my wish is to be a detective." Ye Li clenched his fists: "So, our investigation should focus on Gan Xiao!"

Everything has something to do with the dead person, Gan Xiao is like a piece of lead standing in a sinking lake, with several chains tied to his body, dragging him in all directions, and everyone around him will suffer.It is proved that Gan Xiao is just a bad guy, and the united front between him and his little uncle is completely wiped out, as simple as tearing off the movie curtain, the beam of truth is reflected on the projector, and the false images are wiped out.Along with the supposed, hidden peace of mind that was once imagined.

Gan Xiao's mole is fake, his surname is fake, and his protection of Gan Luan is also fake.He monitored Gan Luan all the year round, and regularly sent organized videos to Gan Xian and Gan Xu.He took down those cameras, but Gan Xiao is dead, so this may not be noticed so quickly.That's just right, he likes to secretly collect explosives and blow them up when those people are asleep-everyone who is cornered will show a talent for terrorists.

Ye Li flicked his bangs, then raised his head, as if he had changed his face: "You have to know about Gan Xiao, it's not that I don't have it, it's just that I don't have it." Military insignia on the body.Gan Luan sat down in front of him and asked him to continue talking.

"Gan Xiao is like a streaker covered in glue. When I heard those things, I thought so." Ye Li leaned back in the chair and smiled crookedly: "He is full of loopholes, streaking among you, No matter who it's about, it's got his sticky glue on it."

Gan Luan: "Hmph, streaking." After saying this, the cabbage in his hand was torn to pieces.

Ye Li touches the rod bewilderedly, Gan Luan can't bear to look at the movement of his hand.But Ye Li said: "By the way, although Gan Lan's origin is currently unknown, his whereabouts in recent years can be seen at a glance because of Gan Xiao."

Hearing this, Gan Luan raised his head suddenly: "What do you mean by that?"

##

Gan Luan and Ye Li were on the road, from the time they left the house until now, his cell phone has been on the phone: Gan Lan.There is also GPS positioning. If the point moves a little far away, it will call the police.

Ye Li said: "How long have you been like this..."

"What?" Gan Luan listened to the sound of flipping books in the earphones, secretly calmed down a little bit in his heart, but didn't show his face: "You didn't get this function for me?"

"No. I mean, no one warned you..."

Gan Luan knew what he was going to say, so he said: "No one thinks that way." Except himself.

Ye Li said pitifully: "I know, when a matter is hopeless, then no one will mention it."

"What qualifications do you have to say that." Gan Luan supported his aching head, "People who want to be loved ones when they meet, and want to observe other people's private lives, what state of mind do they use to sympathize with others is perverted."

"Ah, can't one pervert sympathize with another pervert!" Ye Li said boldly, "Comrades. The friendship between comrades who take care of each other. It's no different from the pervert between you and me! As long as it's not revenge on society, all feelings are are equal, because there are no exceptions—necrophilia and heterosexuality both secrete dopamine."

Gan Luan thought: the microphone seems to be on, is there still time to turn it off now?

He said weakly: "... If this dish gets away, I will have a hard time, everything."

"As long as you let me sleep next to you, I won't run away." The earphone spoke, talking unreasonable nonsense: "Just now you fell asleep, didn't you, that breathing sound..."

"Hmm." Gan Lan, a magical boy who can reduce his age when he calls, said in his ten-year-old voice, "It's so sexy."

Gan Luan prevented Ye Li from continuing to publish his declaration of fearlessness, he said into the earphone: "Have you finished reading the book? Finished the test paper?"

Gan Lan said angrily "Yes".Gan Luan knew he was dissatisfied, but it was not safe to keep Gan Lan locked up.In this way, what this guy just said must be deliberately provocative, so he should ignore it magnanimously.Gan Luan said, "I'll check when I get back."

"Oh." He was weak and obviously perfunctory.

Gan Luan felt a little helpless.Their destination today is "not suitable" for Gan Lan to go together, otherwise he will keep Gan Lan by his side.There is an iron cage in the old house, which Gan Xiao used to keep dogs. Once Gan Lan passed by it, and for a moment showed a terrified expression. At that time, Gan Luan pretended not to see it.Now it is easy to use, he said: "When I go back, if you haven't finished learning those things, I think about it, just buy an iron cage." went.Gan Luan continued: "The size that can fit a person..."

The phone hangs up.

5 minutes later.Gan Luan poked the crushed screen, poked the small dot on the GPS map, wishing to be able to send power from the air: "You actually hung up on my phone." As soon as the call was connected, he leaned back away from the back of the chair: "Who allows you hang up on me."

"No way," our Gan Lan's "childish" voice came from the receiver: "Your voice is too sexy."

……

Gan Luan: I want to scold someone.But the guy sitting next to me is a pervert, and the guy calling me is a lunatic.There is no salvation in cursing.

Before muting the microphone, Gan Luan said, "Wait and die."

There are two or three pedestrians, and the thick leaves are unswept, and they are far away from the sky.Occasionally, a speeding car whized by, and the whole street would tremble—Gan Luan came to the back street where the ghosts still linger again.The wheels rolled over the piled leaves, making a crackling sound, Ye Li turned off the car, and said with a conversational posture: "I came here once." He pointed out the window: "There is a hidden path here, which is very suitable for undercover investigation. "When it comes to "secret investigation", the eyes of the great detective Xiao Yeli lit up righteously.

But Gan Luan was thinking that he might have some past life entanglement with this street.Here he encountered all kinds of firsts in his life, the first time he was robbed, the first time he was idle to tease gangsters, the first time he picked up his "brother" on the side of the road... The first two can be called self-inflicted, and the last one is a What the hell?Is it some silly x talking about monsters and monsters while picking his feet and rolling his face on the keyboard?Anyway, Gan Lan calls himself a monster.

It's a pity that this is his reality, the only truth he can prove, and no one is qualified to deny it, even though it is absurd like a dream.Everyone has the possibility of dreaming. He doesn't know how others doubt or believe. The only thing he can do is to breathe without knowing.He believed in the reality of pain, and even though he fell into a dark trough, he never despaired: If I can't kill everything, nothing can kill my existence.

Seeing that he was thinking, Ye Li said, "I heard that Gan Lan is on this street... lying in the pool of fate's blood! It's at stake!"

Gan Luan: "He wasn't hurt that badly."

Ye Li put away that hippie smiling face and looked at Gan Luan, like a thin white rose facing the full and crowded bouquet, smiling tenderly, as if envious: "It would be great if I were you, I have never experienced This fate-like... favor." When he said favor, he meant that Gan Luan's collision with fate was a kind of luck, and Gan Luan didn't comment on it.

"The most beautiful thing in the world is fate." Ye Li said: "They are as beautiful as the color of tomorrow's sunset. Although you don't know anything, you are full of expectations. When is the most sacred angel? When he comes, when he flies towards you When he flaps his huge wings to replace the sun." Probably our volunteer in Xiaoye has changed from a detective to a reciter: "This kind of fleeting mirage can't be created by human beings, and they can't even be imitated."

Gan Luan said: "Forgive me for overstepping, isn't it a blessing of fate that you were adopted by your beloved father?"

"Oh?" Ye Li raised his eyebrows: "It seems that Ye Jing didn't tell you. My... is not a beautiful fate, it's a formula."

Formula... In the past, his life was also a formula. Ye Li told him yesterday that Gan Lan, who was caught in Gan Xiao's palm, was the same.Perhaps in everyone’s life, there will be an era of formulas, some formulas are strict and cruel, some formulas are stable and compassionate, and some formulas breed decay: it buries you with the corpse, does not make any spurs, just compacts the soil, let You sleep with festering in your arms, slowly eroding your body and mind, naively hoping that you can also tend to that corpse.

It was also he who learned yesterday that Gan Lan, like him, had experienced that rancid formula.So today, he didn't let Gan Lan follow.What they are going to now is Gan Xiao's apartment, where Gan Xiao died.This apartment is Gan Xiao's coffin and also Gan Lan's prison.Once, Gan Lan was locked inside, maybe three years, maybe five years, his vague and only appearance made the neighbors' memories dim.

But Gan Lan escaped, no one rescued him, Gan Luan thought more than once: He escaped.Their pasts are similar, but Gan Lan's may be darker.

The detective led Gan Luan through the alley, led him into an empty apartment, and then led him to the balcony: "It's just opposite, let's turn over."

"Are you sure this is concealment?"

"This is the Taiping Avenue handpicked by Brother Jing. If you don't believe him, he will cry."

"If you are so obsessed with him again, he will beat you to tears." Gan Luan gestured for a distance, and jumped over it easily: Could it be that I have the potential to practice lightness kung fu?

Ye Li said from behind: "The chain lock can be opened as soon as it is pulled."

Gan Luan went to unlock the lock first, the sound of the chain rubbing against the door bar seemed to be scraping against his heart, a strange itching arose in his throat, which made him cough unceasingly, but his hands couldn't stop, his limbs moved automatically like brand marks: Unlock the lock, push the door, and gently lean back to avoid the dust——

"Are you here? As agreed."

He seemed to hear a sentence, but he couldn't be sure.Because his eardrums suddenly throbbed, as if boiling water was covering a pot.He couldn't help covering his right ear.This door is facing the window over there, and the dazzling light and dust are rushing towards us.He also smelled a musty smell, and the old smell climbed to the tip of his nose with this peculiar smell.The room was dark, as if there was only one window, and the golden light at noon occupied the whole field of vision, giving him the illusion of grandeur, which made him squint slightly.Then, in the mist of smoke, he saw a silhouette, trimmed in gold and with long sleeves trailing, like one of those shabby ghosts whose heads are only covered by a cloth, but only for a moment.

He paid more attention to the voice, but couldn't hear it.

How to do.

He walked into the door and gradually saw the surroundings. On the left was a multi-compartment cabinet, which was filled with old things in various ways, such as old newspapers, tin cans, broken kettles, and crumpled books. Drumming, as if about to explode.Suddenly, for another moment, he saw the quilt being thrown down, and his face was as white as powder.But look again, the quilt is still in place.On the right, there is a painted white wooden flower stand, and there are still sundries piled up.There was a shoe rack by the door facing inward, and there were a few black objects stomping on it, and he couldn't tell if they were rotten shoes or dead rats.There are a few drawing boards inserted behind the shoe rack, leaning against the wall, the blood-red painting facing outwards, it is not known whether it is a flower or a heart, it has a demonic aura.

He thought, what to do.

If dreams can also be a kind of reality.

Then he seems to have been here.

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"How do you know it's nutritious." It's not because you've seen it!He wants to lock the door!He must lock the door!Fuck his uncle's warm support, he is not an evil mage, what kind of resentful spirit does he want to raise!