horror effect

They enjoyed a sumptuous dinner in the restaurant of the City Hotel, and then went to the roof platform on the 21st floor to blow a chilly evening breeze, and ran back to the room when their bodies were about to freeze, each holding a glass of whiskey in their hands At the head of the bed, while letting ale with a strong smell of peat and seaweed flow down the throat, while enjoying the pleasure of thoughts rising to the ceiling and flying from the ceiling to the night sky.

"I have to admit that Bernus Molatov is an artist." Julian sighed, "He is very proficient in creating dreams, which are not only very realistic and shocking, but also very artistic. The mysterious valley is simply a perfect fantasy. The products, those stones, plants, birds, and the breeze and breath in the air. When you are in it, you will feel that some kind of danger is lurking nearby, staring at you like a preying cheetah, moving your feet lightly, soft Tactile. You know there is danger, but you still relax, longing to be part of the molecules floating in the air. And the danger that appears at any time is like a stable potion, intoxicating. Perfect, indeed, people will fall in love That mood—tranquility, ease, a faint thrill. At the same time, Bernous was a dramatist, and his penchant for the dramatic reminded me of British detective novelists. He never let people haunted by dreams directly Arrives at the center, and always makes a series of foreshadowing: let me fly over the valley, walk down the long corridor, or let you witness a barrage of inhuman monsters. Then when the climax of the dream comes, you will be thrust into the finale , you gasp, amazed, and ecstatic. You have been completely controlled by the dream, and his purpose has been achieved-you are no longer yourself, you have discarded your consciousness and become his toy."

"So Bernus is still an excellent psychologist." Stephen said.

Julian took a sip of his wine and continued: "This is exactly the third point I want to talk about. He knows the operation process of the human heart very well, knows what everyone fears most in their hearts, and then shows that to others , waiting for the man to collapse himself. For those who killed him and Albert G, it would be easy to find the peak of fear. Bernus probably only needs to repeatedly reproduce the bloody scene at that time. It is enough to drive people crazy. And for It's a little more troublesome for the sons and daughters of the Seven, he has to know what's hidden deep inside them, but the history of the region offers enough wars, witch hunts and dark crimes that it shouldn't be too hard to find The hardest thing for Bernous to deal with is the sudden intrusion of planned strangers - like you and me, but apparently, he still found our weakness. He turned into Lydie, but that's not enough to destroy me, so he made me witness the evolution of the entire history of life, the endless cycle of creation and destruction of countless creatures, each trying to survive at the expense of the others, benefiting from their misery. Everything Created to destroy. He made me see this, made me see..."

He stopped, his eyes fixed on a point on the wall in front of him.

Stephen looked at him sympathetically, and said, "What he has shown us is what we fear most: the nothingness of existence. As it is, life produces nothing, because it is rooted in death, like germs from putrefaction. We are nothing more than a handful of molecules, rearranged combinations of atoms. Nature has created appalling laws for the succession of generations. We must feed on the bodies of other living things. We must rely on cold matter and must live in Cultivating unfertile land, we have to work because we have to eat. Nothing can help us, not even the revered ancient gods."

Julian smiled and said, "And the worst part is—it's true."

Stephen let out a long sigh and leaned over, resting his head on Julian's shoulder.

"So sometimes I think it might be better to die," he said.

"Is that why you started taking drugs?" Julian asked.

Stephen nodded, which made Julian feel a tingle in his shoulder.He turned slightly and looked down at the young man's light-colored hair that fell over his shoulders.

For the first time, he realized that there were many complicated contents in Stephen's heart that he hadn't thought of.He is ten years younger than himself, has no professional experience, and is as ignorant, stupid, and conceited as most stiff young people.

But he was wrong after all, Stephen, like him, had the deepest fear of survival itself, and he could only resort to anesthesia.

For a moment Julian started cursing at Stephen's parents and teachers. He could imagine the annoyance of these people when they found out that Stephen was taking drugs. They would definitely send him to compulsory drug rehabilitation, but they didn't care about the terrible problems in young people's hearts. .

Julian turned around.

Stephen's head slid from his shoulders to his chest, and before he could lift his head, Julian put an arm on his back, pinning him in an embrace.

At first the young man resisted, but soon, he relaxed and leaned against Julian's chest, letting Julian's fingers caress his spine.

Slowly, Julian felt a little wet on the chest of his shirt.He was crying, obviously.

But his crying was neither forceful nor trembling, he just cried like all innocent children, shrinking into a pitiful little ball.

After a while, Stephen straightened up, he only looked a little swollen eyes, with a slightly shocked expression.As for the blush on his cheeks, Julian chose to ignore them, which was probably just the wine and the lights.

"I'm sorry," the young man muttered.

"It's okay. Feeling better now?"

"Thank you."

Stephen looked at Julian with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was looking at something strange.

At the same time, Julian was also observing Stephen. He looked at the young man's slightly red eyes, and the shiny eyelashes wet with tears.

Then he felt Stephen's fingers touch his chin with a force like the slight, curious gestures people make when exploring unknown mysteries.

What is he doing?

thought Julian.

Then that light touch turned into a caress, sliding from chin to temple, along brow bone to forehead, and down the bridge of the nose.It occurred to Julian whether Bernus had entered Stephen's body again, or whether Stephen had been suddenly deprived of his sight and could only grope like a blind man.

At this moment, Stephen's finger fell on his lips.

Julian frowned and tried to back away, while Stephen kissed him with his own lips instead of fingers.

A simple, tentative kiss, lips pressed together, the tip of the tongue brushing his upper lip before parting.

"What are you doing?" Julian said angrily.

But Stephen suddenly laughed. "I want to know what it's like to kiss you with my own lips - not with Bernous's."

"Then you'd better explain in advance next time." Julian was a little angry.

Suddenly both of them were silent, Stephen began to blush, and Julian felt embarrassed.

"Uh... sorry, I'm not... I think you misunderstood me." All he wanted now was to end this strange situation quickly.But Stephen obviously didn't think so, he grabbed Julian's shoulders with both hands, moved his body, sat in front of him, fixed his eyes on him, and said, "Well, since you asked so.

Mister Julian Raymond, I, Stephen Breumontrose, formally, kiss you. "

Julian wanted to burst out laughing at Stephen's absurd declaration, but just as he opened his mouth, Stephen kissed him, and the unformed smile froze on his face, above that stiff smile, warm The lips and the slightly tingling teeth explored slowly, from corner to corner, upper lip to lower lip.

Stephen's tongue licked Julian's teeth and palate, and the tips of their tongues met in their mouths, a discreet contact at first, then an eager entanglement.

Julian knew they had crossed a line, but he didn't want to back off because kissing Stephen felt surprisingly good.

The thud started rolling in their throats and Stephen wanted to stop, but this time Julian grabbed him tighter to finish the long kiss.When they finally parted, Stephen looked a little bleary-eyed, muttering, "My God, my God," and giggling like a fool.Julian looked at him calmly and smiled.

After a while, Stephen stopped laughing, only grunted occasionally, but his eyes were more distracted than before. "Are we going to keep doing it?" Stephen said silly.

Julian frowned.He didn't know if there was something wrong with Stephen, if he just wanted to make love, or if he was just crazy like a hot dog.He himself didn't want to take advantage of this opportunity.

"Stephen, are you sure this is what you really want to say? I don't want your parents to suddenly find me to settle accounts one day."

As soon as the words fell, Julian felt a sudden pain in his chest.

Stephen punched him hard, the smile on his face disappeared, and he grabbed Julian's collar with both hands, shaking violently.

"You hypocritical bastard!" the young man yelled, gnashing his teeth, fingers frantically tearing at Julian's shirt.Julian took his wrists and yanked them forcefully out of the way of destroying the fabric.

"Stop, Stephen." Julian stared into his angry eyes, "it's not what you think it is. I'm not hypocritical, or at least I'm sincere to you. pleasure with irreparable consequences. I want you to think clearly about what you are doing."

"Of course I know what I'm doing." He glared at Julian. "I'm going to fuck you. Do you think I'm getting carried away by all the passion I just had? Damn it! Fuck him! I'm in love with you! I don't want to torture myself anymore, I love you. Why are you here! You messed everything up!"

He fell into Julian's open arms with a trembling voice, then felt a hand touch his neck, lips kissed his cheek and the corners of his mouth, and he closed his eyes.Julian stroked his shoulders, his chest.A damp hot air became cloudy around him.

"Do you know what I love about you?" Stephen murmured.

"I know I know……"

Julian took him in his arms, close to him.

Stephen turned and put his arms around him.

His body was warm and hard; he was so warm and free that it seemed that he was not walking on the earth but floating on it.

Now, this person was beside him, against his flesh.

Stephen held him, as if holding everything contained in this person's body.