horror effect

They walked up the mountain road to the churchyard. Bernus led Julian to his own tombstone. A few steps away from the tombstone, he stopped Julian with his hand and pointed to the approaching silhouette.

The figure was vague at first, as if walking from the fog, and gradually revealed its outline and appearance.

"Stephen?" Julian looked at Bernus in surprise and said, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Don't worry, keep watching, keep watching." Bernus said with a smile.

Julian turned back suspiciously, staring at Stephen who was getting closer to the tombstone: he looked a little different from usual, his expression was very indifferent, and his gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil.

He came to the tombstone silently, stretched out his hand to stroke the stone, his movements were slow and stiff, as if he was thinking about something.He ran his fingers over the inscriptions and the shiny fluorescent ink marks, and as soon as he left, the imprints were all gone, leaving only the bare stone.

"What's going on?!" Juli yelled at Bernous, "What did you do to Stephen? What do you want to do to us?"

Bernus didn't answer, but smiled at Julian, walked up to Stephen, raised his hand to support his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and then pushed the unknown into the opened mouth with the other hand. white pills.

"No! What are you doing! Stop!" Julian rushed over, pushed Bernus away hard, and reached out to grab Stephen's shoulder.

But in an instant, Bernous was gone, and the cemetery became the Cedar Hill Inn.As if being pushed, Julian fell out of the dream and returned to reality.

His fingers were still stretched out as they had touched Stephen, who was bending over and coughing.The dream has been absorbed and swallowed by time.

Stephen’s cough gradually became smaller, and he seemed to have recovered.Julian hugged him from behind and said weakly, "Great...you are safe..."

"Huh? I'm really fine."

"I just had a terrible dream...it's over."

Stephen turned around and looked at Julian.There was a strange trance in his face. "Can you tell me about the dream?" he asked.

"I guess it's better to forget it." He didn't want to recall unpleasant things.

"Julian!" Stephen grabbed his upper arm suddenly, "I want to say...I want to say..."

Just when Julian was wondering, Stephen kissed his lips.

"Stephen! What the hell are you doing!?" he swore angrily.

He didn't hear an answer, Stephen had already put his arms around him again, their lips pressed together, their teeth chattering lightly, and then Stephen's tongue slipped into his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth.

Julian thought Stephen was probably crazy, but he didn't push him away too hard, in fact, Julian liked it - sweet and wet, and Stephen's tongue was no worse than anyone else's tongue.

Then, he felt something pushed into his throat by Stephen's tongue.

Those pills!Julian pushed Stephen away sharply, and said out of breath: “What is this? What did you eat for me?”

But he didn't get an answer, and Stephen grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the bathroom, and there was something weird in the air.

It never occurred to the two of them when they were together, and he bit his lip, wrestling with the buttons of Julian's shirt.

While Julian was very excited, he still tried hard to see through the sudden intoxicated expression on Stephen's face.

What does this have to do with the dream just now and Bernus?

And what are those pills?

He didn't think about it any further because he was almost overwhelmed with passion.

He had thought about resisting.

Because this situation is too abnormal, Stephen is not the kind of person who casually teases others, which can be seen from his interaction with Anna Bouilly.

The young man seems to be under control...

"Bernus!" Julian suddenly shouted, "Let go of Stephen!"

As he pronounced the name, his head was pressed firmly against the pillow, and Stephen's fingers pinched his neck so hard that Julian had to wrestle Stephen's arm to keep himself from being strangled.

"Stop! Stop! Stephen!"

Stephen released a hand from his neck.

His eyes were still gray, but the wild look, the savage expression belonged to someone else.

"Bernus, you bastard!"

"Now you know how easy it would be for me to destroy you, how--how--easy!"

Julian turned his head to one side and gritted his teeth.

He tried to struggle to get up, but his injured foot made him unable to use his strength.

Julian knew that Bernus was using him and insulting Stephen at the same time.

He tried to keep himself sane, but deep down, he found that there were terrible trivial thoughts gathering. He was obsessed with the legend of the white lion, and he was obsessed with the soul tormented and twisted by disease, pain and death.

All the investigations and grave digging he did were because he wanted to anger Bernus, he wanted Bernus to torture himself.

How low had he fallen!Tear me apart, cut my skin with a knife, these are just a potion of lust added to a body that is ecstatic with pain.

He tensed, choking.

He reached his peak and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath.

This is not right!A voice in his head called.This is not right!Why is he so tired, why now he can't even lift his arms and his fingers are losing strength.He struggled and swayed, writhing desperately like a fish out of water, but it only made him weaker.He tried to keep his eyes open, but Stephen's face began to blur, the lights gradually dimmed, and his vision narrowed until it was dark.

When Julian woke up, he thought he was still in the abyss of dreams.It was dark all around, and the sound of his own hoarse breathing caused diffuse ripples in the air like stones thrown into the water.But then he noticed a green light in the darkness, not far from his head, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, only to realize that it was his fluorescent watch.Looking at the time, he realized that he had slept for more than a whole day, and it was nine o'clock the next night.

The pain was unbearable, Julian thought, probably when he was in a coma, a group of evil doctors dissected his body and then stitched it up again. The pain flowed all over his body with almost every heartbeat and every gust of blood flushed into the veins.

He really wanted to continue to sleep without having to endure the pain, but he knew that he had to get up immediately and do what he should do.He propped himself up on his elbows, turned on the light, and suddenly felt a sting piercing through his eyes, apparently due to some kind of drug, his visual cells became overly sensitive.

After crying for a while, he recovered.He desperately hoped that no one would ever enter his room that day.

Shaking his head in frustration, Julian took a shower in the bathroom to look normal.Then he changed his clothes and set off for the infirmary.

Julian described to Dr. Hostatova how he felt after taking the medicine, of course, he was careful not to mention Stephen.The female doctor looked at him seriously and asked, "Where did you get those pills?"

"what is that?"

"Tell me where you got it first."

Julian felt as if he shouldn't lie. "...from Stephen."

As a result, the female doctor nodded in understanding and said, "According to the symptoms you described, I suspect it is morphine hydrochloride. I am not surprised. Stephen has a record of drug use. Mr. Julian Lemon, I think it is my duty to remind you ——Pay attention to your relationship with Stephen. You should know that although morphine is a powerful painkiller, it is addictive, and large doses can cause death."

Julian fought a cold war.How many pills did Stephen give him?Was Bernus trying to kill himself?What's the situation with Stephen now, is he also poisoned by drugs like himself?

After returning to the hotel room, he started calling Stephen.As expected, Stephen’s phone has been turned off.Julian had to call the house of the Brymontrosets, and the gentleman who answered the phone was that gentleman.

"Stephen?" said Mr. Breumontrose. "I'm sorry he's not at home. He left yesterday afternoon."

"Where is he now?"

"Oh—Mr. Julian Raymond, I don't know... He said he was going to meet an old classmate."

"Mr. Breumontrose, I believe Stephen has ordered you not to reveal his whereabouts—"

"Don't say that, Mr. Raymond."

"But I must know where he is now!" Julian was a little impatient.

"but……"

"If you don't want your son to be the next victim of the white lion!" Julian didn't think it would become a reality, but he felt that intimidation was often more effective. In fact, Mr. Breumontrose's defense immediately collapsed.

"He lives at the City Hotel in Gabrovo..."

After getting the address, Julian started looking for the vehicle.He was told by the hotel staff that there are no buses in the town, but the Cedar Hill Hotel has a bus to Karlovo every other day in the morning and evening, mainly for freight and passengers, and he can change from Karlovo Take the train to Gabrovo.

The car happened to be available tomorrow, and Julian was glad he only had to wait another nasty night.