Fugue

The two murders are serial dramas.Bian You followed in Gan Xiao's footsteps, and their undisguised death made it clear.

Ye Jing picked out some details and continued: "Bian You discarded a large number of syringes at his feet, and only his fingerprints were on them. It looks like suicide. What's more, the cockpit fell off due to natural aging." Gan Luan was puzzled Asked: "Who did the body dismemberment?" Hearing this, Ye Jing was a little confused: "Divide the body? Judging from the condition of the corpse, almost all the scars are from the impact of falling from a high altitude, and there is no sign of dismemberment." Ye Jing He took out the photo on his phone and handed it to Gan Luan. In the photo, there was no scar on Bian You's neck.Reminiscent of the state of frequent hallucinations during the day, Gan Luan is not sure now: "It's okay... wait a minute." Ye Jing said: "Yes." He called up another frontal photo, the left side of the photo is the side Under You's right eye, there are three moles. The three dots form an inverted triangle, which points to the same point as the tattoo under his collarbone.With a wrong eye, Gan Luan saw Bian You's expression clearly... He pushed away Ye Jing's phone and lowered his eyes: "It's these three moles again." Ye Jing hesitated to speak, and finally comforted: "We will always Find out." Gan Luan took out a few candies, but Ye Jing took them away: "You should get rid of this habit." Gan Luan tilted his head and glanced at Ye Jing, and Ye Jing threw the candies to him again: " I'll let you off this time." Gan Luan stopped eating.They were silent. Later, Gan Luan and Ye Jing said at the same time:

"And then, no more?"

"Do you think Gan Lan will be in danger?"

Gan Luan seemed to come back to his senses: "You won't let Gan Lan die, you said it, Ye Jing." Ye Jing said, "It's only natural."

"I'm thinking, let's go to death for any bullshit serial murder case... It's ruthless to say that if Gan Lan doesn't die, I care more about what Gan Lan thinks. Compared with the truth, Gan Lan is more like the truth... What am I talking about?" Gan Luan thought, he would no longer despair of anything.There were two people who shared his despair, one was Gan Lan, and the other was himself.But Ye Jing said, "I understand you." Gan Luan continued, "And you, can you understand the way that lunatic Gan Lan behaves?" Hearing this, Ye Jing propped his chin and smiled at Gan Luan. Slightly squinting, without emotion, like a big wily cat.The big cat's unreasonable smile made Gan Luan's dark blue hair almost explode, like a handsome man who just got an electric shock.The handsome man pointed to the room in the back, "When I arrived, he was standing there waiting to be crushed to death. I pulled him back, and before he asked me anything, he declared to me that he was an accomplice." Ye Li made a fuss. The modeling skills are good. When Gan Luan's hair is docile, he is a deep sea prince, and when his hair is blown out, he is a deep sea warrior. The deep sea warrior is irritable but elegant: "What does he want? What does he want me to do to him?"

Gan Lan's face under the moonlight appeared in front of his eyes, as if covered by a light veil, the moonlight soaked his brows and eyes, and his face was nothingness.He said: kill me.

Gan Luan patrolled the field like a lion for a week: "I can't kill him."

Ye Jing stood up and said, "I agree with that." Gan Luan watched him move out the door: "You want to go?"

……

It is extremely cool at night in late autumn.The entire house was not lit, and the moonlight coated the coolness with a layer of silver, and a trace of coldness wandered in the room.Gan Luan leaned against the wall, glass candy paper was scattered in front of him, and the iron railing beside him divided the moonlight into grids, spread it obliquely, and the candy paper all over the floor folded into a translucent rainbow, as if sinking into the bottom of the water, a room of broken light .

The sound of iron chains being broken came from inside, and Gan Luan thought he was awake. He didn't know whether he wanted Gan Lan to hear the next words, but he said to himself, "Why do you want to die with Bian You?" Get involved." He actually got a reply.Compared with usual, the tone of losing his anger was thin and cold: "If your good friend dies because of me..." He coughed: "Isn't this considered betraying you?" The room is full of clear light, like chaotic stars: "I have no brains, I will believe whatever you say." The voice of the chain is approaching: "So, it's so difficult...brother. To do what you expect me to do, it's really hard. It's so hard." His heart was beating—it had been beating, but it was very loud just now—"I found it difficult too." He didn't point out what was difficult, "It's my fault." He felt The sound of the iron chain was piercing: "It's my fault for having expectations of you." Gan Lan smiled softly, the smile was as close as it was in the ear, and the voice caught people: "I have motives, and I have strong motives, brother I'm jealous of Bianyou, maybe just like Wen Xingyi is jealous of you, I'm jealous of Bianyou." Tonight should be a full moon.Gan Luan turned his face: "Your jealousy will make you kill someone?" Man Yue killed Wan Ye. "Murder?" Gan Lan thought for a while: "Um...um..." Finally he said, "No. To me, that Bian You is like a fly." There is no more sugar.Gan Luan got up and opened the iron bars, grabbed Gan Lan who was curled up by the door: "I won't kill you. I just won't kill you, it doesn't mean anything else." He bumped into his eyes, like falling into a lake of night, wanting to It sank, and the wet brilliance held its breath.cover his eyes.He covered his eyes, leaving slanted lips and scars at the corners of his lips.Provocation, red is provocation, seduction, and murderous intent.Devour red, he thought.Red said, "Brother."

What kind of mood is this.When I saw it, I couldn't bear it, so I didn't see it, and I missed it when I saw it.He covered his eyes, but it was like covering the eyes of two people at the same time.

"Brother. Is it a dream to see nothing?"

It's dark in front of you...

The boy had a tuft of hair on his head, black and shiny, swaying and swaggering, like a young sapling emerging from the ground.

The gown is a bit too big.An empty mass of white covered the boy, so it was like a cloud covering the sapling.The clouds come and go, but the hair sticks up stubbornly, as if it wants to stand forever—an eternal sapling.

The little sapling was holding a small box of snacks, and the wrapping paper was so bright that the black pupils of the little sapling glistened.He was waiting for someone, his ass grinding on the small bench, his eyes wandering between the door across the aisle and the snack box, impatient.The child's patience is limited, but he insisted on waiting for the sun to disappear. The sun descended from the top of the window, leaving a red aftertaste, and then slowly dyed gray, painted dark black, and sprinkled it for decoration—it seemed that only the sun was left. One thing is to wait, to wait forever, without end--for as long as the stars.

The door lock clicked, and the young sapling jumped up and waited in front of the door.The door opened, and a long red dress floated out. There was no sound of footsteps, and her movements were as gentle as her face.The sight of the red dress didn’t fall, and he didn’t even realize the little sapling at the door. The little sapling opened its mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled it again, and finally just whispered, as if waking up a sleeping person: "Mom...Mom. "The red dress seemed to be tired: "Mmm."The little sapling seemed to offer a treasure: "Mom, my father gave it to me." The red dress touched the little sapling's head, and the "sapling" on the top of the head was still stubbornly raised, and the red dress sighed: "Why don't you take it apart?" Come on, what are you doing at the door?"

The little sapling looked up and smiled innocently, "Dad said, this is Mom's favorite snack, I want to wait for Mom to open it together!"

The red long skirt cheered up: "Okay, let's take it apart now."

"Yeah!" The little sapling opened the snack, and it was a row of butter cookies, made into the shape of an airplane, with a five-pointed star chocolate embedded in the wing.The little sapling moved its nose and picked up the box: "Mom, taste it first." The red dress absently picked a piece, "Okay, one piece is enough for me, you can take the rest."

"Dad said, I want to eat with my mother, and..." The voice of the little sapling gradually disappeared.I have no confidence.

"Well..." She took the young sapling downstairs and brought black tea and milk, "Okay, let's go together."

The moonlight was clear, so no lights were turned on.The short legs of the young sapling dangled in the air, the red dress was spread on the sofa, the fragrance of tea and milk, the night was like sugar.They didn't talk much, but the little sapling kept giggling, the laughter was clear and pleasant, and everyone should be happy with it.The skirt fell to the ground, and a cookie was delivered to the mouth of the little sapling. The eyes of the little sapling were like bright lights: "Thank you, mom!"

She rarely smiled: "Are you happy?"

"Happy!" Sure.

"Really." She approached the child, using both hands and feet, like a big cat, approaching softly and lightly, her deep pupils filled the child's smiling face, and her words took people's breath away: "It's a pity that your brother can no longer smile like this It's already..." The child shrank back, unable to retreat.She pinched the child to prevent him from escaping, with her nails digging deep into the flesh, and when she heard the boy hum softly, she asked, "Does it hurt?" The little sapling shook wildly: "It hurts...it doesn't hurt." She suddenly cried Le: "Your brother can't even feel the pain!"

The cookie in his mouth melted, leaving the five-pointed star chocolate, which smelled strong but bitter, and the little sapling retched uncontrollably.It's too bitter, how can it be so bitter...

"It turns out." Gan Lan said.Gan Luan moved his hands away, and they saw the sun again.Staring at each other, staring at each other as if they could never see through, awake in a moment, and die in that moment.

"It seems that I will never be able to forget you, Gan Luan." The voice of the chains intertwined was crisp, Gan Lan held his face in her hands, and the coldness of the wrist bones covered her, making people sober.Right now, really.From the corner of the eye, the chains encircled the two of them, like vines, growing coldly, and the chill was oppressive.We should hug each other for warmth.But why are they trapped.For whom are these chains entangled, and from whom?Clearly awake, but also like a dream.

Gan Lan's face is slowly approaching, drooping eyes, red marks at the end of the eyes, monsters under the moon... This is true.

"Because you are mine, love...and hate."

Then, he felt a coolness on his lips.

The beginning of the dream is a cold kiss.

The tools in the palm of my hand are wet with sweat.As he walked forward, he changed his hand to hold the tool, but it didn't work, he still couldn't hold it.Walking forward, walking forward unrestrainedly, unlocking the chain locks, the heart is beating violently like running wildly, there is nothing wrong, it can't stop, it should be like this.Live for it.Unlock the lock, push the door, and gently lean back to avoid the dust——

This door was facing a huge floor-to-ceiling window, when Gan Luan pushed the door open, dazzling light and dust rushed towards his face.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.

"Are you here? As agreed." Someone seemed to be waiting for him.

He saw a silhouette in the mist of smoke and dust, trimmed with gold, and looked like a boy.The boy was wearing a white shirt, which was wide and empty, like a cloud.His eyes were hidden in the forehead hair, and there was a faint light in his eyes, like the color of a lake.

——Why is someone waiting for me.

Gan Luan fanned the dust and walked forward, he wanted to see more clearly.But the boy took a step back, and he stopped.But then, the boy said again: "Since you are here, why didn't you come in? Since you didn't want to come in, why did you come?" The boy tilted his head with a flat expression.

—Since he is waiting for me, shouldn't I stay.

He was about to move forward, but the boy suddenly raised his hand, showing his fingertips hidden in his sleeve, pushed him, and raised his voice, "Wait a minute."

They were only a few steps apart, Gan Luan couldn't help laughing as he saw the figure rushing towards him like a swift cloud.The young man laughed so hard: "You can laugh." Naturally, everything was so natural, or in other words, everything began to become natural, Gan Luan spread his hands: "I can not only laugh, but also talk."

The boy looked at him seriously: "You can talk, you are very good."

Go crazy.Gan Luan took a step forward, "I didn't mean that!" Now they could see each other clearly.

"You..." Gan Luan didn't know where to start.

"Hey." The boy suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his face: "There is still temperature, this sense of reality."

Gan Luan rested his chin on the boy's raised wrists, giving him a sense of weight: "It's true, I'm not your dream."

For a moment the light was blinding.The boy repeated: "It's true." His eyes were dark, as if he had absorbed too much night, as if he had been trapped deep in the ground.So Gan Luan said: "Yes, brave man," he pointed to himself, and then to the corridor deep behind the young man: "Crossing the Demon City."

The profession of the brave is used to defeat the devil... He looked at the boy who was half a head shorter than him.The young man turned away and muttered a string of alien texts quickly, but Gan Luan didn't catch a single word.

"Varied……"

The question was cut off by the pressed lips, Gan Luan's eyes widened, and the hand holding him was pulling him down.At first, the mouth was cold, but it gradually warmed up, a faint scent of tea rushed into the nose, the soft close and intertwined breath, the boy who fell into the pupils, and his serious gaze—who is on earth? in a dream?

No one closes their eyes.This is not like a simple kiss, it seems to be a mutual confirmation.I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment, or infinite-eternal-long or short, it didn't seem to be suitable, the corners of the boy's eyes slowly turned red, and then Gan Luan felt that the pulling force to hold his face disappeared.They each let go.

The young man glared at Gan Luan, as if he wanted to keep him in his eyes.The place where they stayed seemed to be a utility room. On the left stood a tall dog cabinet filled with old things, such as old newspapers, tin cans, broken kettles, and crumpled books. On the right, there was a painted white shelf. The wooden pergola is still clutter territory.Behind the young man was a painting - blood red color, I don't know if it was a flame or a heart, or just a flower - the evil spirit spread behind the young man like wings.The feeling is clear, there is no moment like now, as if countless tentacles are stretched out to explore the surroundings, the sparse wind behind, the body temperature of the person in front of you, the weight of each cabinet board, the wounds of time on the old painting, the wall board The direction of the cracks, the white shirt, the bare feet, the sporadic sound of chain locks, he can even tell which direction the smell of dust and the smell of tea come from.Everything is so real.

——What are you thinking, I am not a phantom that will disappear when you kiss.

The strange thing is that he didn't feel offended, but told the boy in a firmer tone: "I am a real person, not your dream."

"Bang!" He shot him. "Welcome to the real world."

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There was still a letter lying on the bottom of the box, Gan Luan took out the supporting base, put the crystal ball down firmly, and opened the letter.It is Gan Lan's word.