doom monster

The wind was blowing outside the window, Yu Qiu seemed to have had a very, very long dream, and suddenly woke up but couldn’t remember anything; the splitting headache that followed was like the sequelae of a hangover, The place where he could see was blurred, and his whole body was still limp, but it was much better than before he fell into a coma.

Yu Qiu reluctantly slowed down, looking up, every brick and every tile in the small house was very unfamiliar——old-fashioned furniture, large flowers and green quilts, and even a spittoon pot under the bed board, just like a residential place .

It was completely dark, and the rain had stopped, and the strange calls with a strong sense of presence from far and near also trapped him here.

There was no light in the room, and Yu Qiu didn't dare to move because he was afraid of making noise, his body froze, and after a while, Caton's mind finally remembered the things he had neglected.

He was obviously in a coma before, but after thinking about it now, Luo Heng should have brought him here.Yu Qiu wanted to speak, but his throat was extremely dry, and when he opened his mouth, it was on fire, as if it was broken.

With limited resources, Yu Qiu has not been drinking much water recently, and he often feels dry and hoarse, but he has never felt so uncomfortable.

"Luo Heng."

He swallowed to moisten his throat, and called Luo Heng's name again, but he didn't get an answer for a long time.

The young man bent his knees and put his hands on his right knee, he said anxiously, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"I seem to have misunderstood you."

"May I apologize to you?"

"Luo Heng, talk to me."

Yu Qiu has always been able to distinguish right from wrong. If he is wrong, he is wrong, and he will not make excuses for himself.Thinking about it carefully, Luo Heng saved him twice, and now he is still standing, all of which have something to do with Luo Heng.

To be honest, he really couldn't say anything wrong with Luo Heng, but it was because everything he showed was good that Yu Qiu felt it was deliberate.

The biggest problem between Yu Qiu and Luo Heng is communication. Luo Heng seems to be easy to talk, but in fact he is not easy to talk at all. Every time I say sorry, I don't mean to block all Yu Qiu's words.

He is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong. The reason why Yu Qiu has always been suspicious and has a estrangement from Luo Heng is because of communication barriers.

He didn't know what Luo Heng had gone through. He had been trying to accept Luo Heng these days, but Luo Heng's appearance really made him not know what to do.

This time too, Luo Heng didn't speak again.

Yu Qiu was a little helpless, judging from the situation before coma, he could only make some guesses.

He has always felt that the relationship between the two of them is a bit like a host and a parasite. The host provides nutrition to the parasite, and only with nutrition and energy can the parasite maximize its power.

Just as humans have to eat, drink, and sleep to stay alive, so should parasitic beasts.

And the reason why he misunderstood this time is that he may have been malnourished recently and could not provide so much energy, which led to such a misunderstanding.

"I'm sorry." Yu Qiu felt that he was close to the truth.

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Feel sorry?

hehe~

Luo Heng didn't know whether to laugh at his ill-fated fate or his miserable life.

It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, who would have thought that the pocket watch that Yu Qiu held day and night would accidentally reveal such an unexpected truth.

It turned out that the person he hated to the bone, resented to the bone, and wished he could eat meat was Yu Qiu's grandfather.

Yu Qiu, Yu Qiu, you have something to do with him.

He, Luo Heng, really looked like a fucking joke.

Qi Zhenrong ruined his life 10 years ago, and 10 years later he survived by relying on Yu Qiucai, so it doesn't look like a joke.What a stupid joke.

He is indeed a person who was abandoned by the world, and the new life he thought was the enemy's family.

The sorry words he has said all the time are like a kneeling dog.

Disgusting.

At that moment, the uncontrollable rage and anger, like a group of poisonous insects, swept away all of Luo Heng's rationality, and he really wanted to kill him.

Luo Heng knew how easy it was for him to take Yu Qiu's life, and he also knew that now he and Yu Qiu were in one body, and even if Yu Qiu died, Luo Heng himself would not be able to live.

The remaining rationality told him that Yu Qiu was innocent, even though his grandfather was guilty of a heinous crime, but Yu Qiu was not, and his grandfather's fault should not be imposed on Yu Qiu.

But he was in too much pain, so painful that seeing that face broke his heart.

The shackles in his hands were being tightened inch by inch, and every inch he tightened, the breath of the boy in his arms was taken away an inch, and his face gradually flushed due to lack of oxygen and suffocation.

Luo Heng ignored it, as if he had fallen into a demon, there was a voice in the deepest part of his heart that kept bewitching Yu Qiu to die; the young man's breathing became more and more rapid, and Luo Heng knew that as long as it happened for a while, everything would happen in a short while. It's all over.

Including himself.

The sleepy boy in his arms finally felt the pain, and suddenly struggled, his brows were full of anxiety, his throat rolled, and his voice was broken, and he could barely make up two words.

"Luo...heng..."

The sudden sound was as clear as a mosquito's, but like a handful of cold water pouring over one's head, it instantly extinguished the anger that devoured one's reason.

Luo Heng looked at Yu Qiu for a long time, and suddenly slapped himself hard.

This slap woke up his heart eroded by hatred and pain.

Luo Heng knew that Yu Qiu didn't know about it, otherwise he wouldn't have such a bluffing attitude when they first met.

He shouldn't hurt an innocent person with his pain, even if he is Qi Zhenrong's grandson.

These sins should not be borne by Qiu, that would be unfair to Qiu and unfair to himself.

What is the difference between him like this and those who wantonly treated them as livestock.

So, sorry?Saying sorry to a guy who nearly killed him?How is Luo Heng worthy of him?

"Luo Heng..."

Yu Qiu's call was heard over and over again, and Luo Heng finally responded with complicated emotions.

"I'm here."

Luo Heng's final answer did not let Yu Qiu breathe a sigh of relief. He keenly felt a kind of alienation, an alienation he had never experienced before, and Yu Qiu didn't understand what was wrong.

Luo Heng smiled wryly, he let Yu Qiu go, but he couldn't let go of himself.

He will never, ever forgive Qi Zhenrong, let alone face Qiu again.

How to face it?How to face it?

Yu Qiu couldn't stand Luo Heng's silence again, and was about to speak when a thin sob from nowhere interrupted him.

"Who?"

Yu Qiu swallowed the words in his mouth, immediately became alert, put on the shovel, and searched for the sound in the dark and quietly cated over.

The layout of this room is clear at a glance, a typical 2 bedrooms and [-] living room, the sound came from his next door.

The room next door has the same layout as Yu Qiu's Dajing, only slightly smaller, like a second bedroom.Yu Qiu took a closer look, and sure enough, he found a person in the corner of the closet.

The man seemed to be in great pain, convulsing uncontrollably, breathing so fast that he seemed to die in the next second.

Strangers were in the same room, and Yu Qiu hadn't noticed it before. It was still unknown whether the visitor was an enemy or a friend, so he had to pay attention.

He took two steps closer, squinted his eyes, suddenly startled, a little uncertain: "Brother Dong?"

The figure froze, obviously not expecting the existence of other people, his voice was a little unsteady: "Xiao... Qiu...?"

It was obvious that something was wrong with Tan Donghua, Yu Qiu's heart tightened, and he was about to go over immediately, but before he took a step, he was stopped.

"Don't come here." There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other in the air, Tan Donghua half-supported himself up with difficulty, hiding in the dark, resisting something.

"Brother Dong?" Yu Qiudun stayed where he was.

Tan Donghua was struggling to speak, his hands were locked tightly together, and the rapid secretion of saliva in his mouth flowed down uncontrollably.

He was a little trembling, and he bit his fist as if he was suppressing something. After a while, he choked up and said, "I...was infected."