[Leilu Modern AU] Scarlet World

Louie had a high fever.

He coughed a few times now and then, and his mouth was often dry.He had to swallow saliva to moisten his throat.

A week had passed since the night of adventure at Miss Mira's bar, and Louie had been ill for almost a week.This disease came naturally and unexpectedly.

That day, the blond man threw him into the swimming pool inexplicably, and he could see the back of the other person turning away before his eyes were submerged in the water.

jerk!He obviously shook his head!What did he want to drown him for?

Forget it.

Louie let himself sink to the bottom of the pool.

This swimming pool is actually very shallow, about less than [-] meters, and its water quality is not bad.

In the water world, everything is silent.

There were moments when Louie felt very close to the Lord.It wasn't the heavenly feeling brought about by the previous kiss, but the darkness of dying.The water gradually flooded Louis' ears, lips, eyebrows, and finally his nose.

If he had just sunk like this, he would have drowned in no time, and his body would have been found in two days.The newspapers in the city will use a tone of mysterious sex scandal to speculate why this rich young celebrity drowned alone in the swimming pool of a five-star luxury suite.

However, Louis had faith.Faith prevented him from committing suicide.How easy it would be to commit suicide if he cast aside his faith.Is it difficult to get a gun with his identity?

When Louis was holding his breath almost to the end and was about to get up, he heard a curse-"Damn it!"

A vague figure quickly ran in this direction, and then with a "plop", the figure plunged into the pool, splashing a large splash.Louie was picked up like a limp corpse or a huge wild fish.

"You little bastard embarrass me." The man squatted beside him and said angrily, "Now, I really don't care about you."

Louie was bleary-eyed, unconcerned, and looked downright odious.

That man might actually be gone.For the rest of the night, Louis had nothing but moonlight and curtains dancing in the wind.Wet SpongeBob clung to his chest.

Louie woke up in the early morning of the next day, when he had already developed a fever.He needs to recuperate.He has two choices, one is to stay here, the other is to go home.He chose the latter, returned to his room and called his faithful housekeeper, Ms. Payne.

"I said, how can you torment yourself like this?" Ms. Payne hurried to the hotel with the driver to take her young master home. "We can't even contact you."

"Who ordered that room? Long-term private room, it's not difficult to check." Her master leaned on the back of the back seat and asked.

"The front desk doesn't want to disclose it, even if it shows your identity. We used a little relationship to inquire. The person in the private room is unknown but quite rich. He has reserved it for more than half a year."

"name?"

"This is what we found..." The housekeeper seemed a little embarrassed, "His name is Morgan Freeman."

"Son of a bitch."

......

Not long after returning home, Louis became seriously ill.He not only had a fever, but also had a severe cough.Every cough made his lungs sore.He has no appetite and is increasingly withdrawn.He ordered the servants of the whole family not to come to his bedroom floor except at certain times.Once upon a time, their well-meaning master was as easygoing as a neighbor, and seldom so unkind.Led by Ms Payne, they are concerned.

Louis was in no mood to worry about the concerns of his servants.He refused to be hospitalized in a private hospital or a family doctor. He only accepted a glass of honey water and some lettuce salad delivered by Ms. Payne every day.Ms. Payne had to sneak something like vitamin C powder into her food.He stayed alone in the room for a long time, locking the door tightly.

Most of the time during the day, he only opened one window, watching the curtains blown and fluttered by the wind for a long time.At night, he was torn between nightmares and cold sweats.He always raised the temperature in the room to such an unbelievable degree that Ms. Payne always left sweating profusely after delivering something and caring about her master's life and death.On this basis, he covered two down quilts and slept in a high-quality cashmere long sleeve. The warmth was too much for this autumn day.

In the darkness and heat, Louis fell into bizarre dreams.He had a strange fantasy, dreaming that his body was floating, but not free, not the kind of astronauts roaming wantonly in space after weightlessness.He seemed to be lying flat, being translated into the air, several meters above the ground.There are countless yellow, green, and red halos flickering and moving around, like city neon lights taken in time-lapse, which may be some impressions left on him by this brightly lit city that never sleeps. People revel like devils until dawn .But the difference is that there is no music in this space, nothing, neither heart-piercing rock nor cheerful swing jazz, only white noise.

He tried to turn over, so he fell heavily in an instant!He almost fell face-down hard to the ground, and if so, the hard ground would have smashed his handsome face beyond recognition.Fortunately, he twisted tactfully in time, so he landed on his side.But the ground was soft and not painful at all, which was incredible.His mouth was half open, and a strange moan escaped from his throat.He lay on the ground in a twisted posture, not wanting to move for a long time.

The cold moonlight shone on him through the window sill, he was like a lost sacrifice, about to be sacrificed in an ancient ceremony, and this place would be the altar of his death.Why was he chosen to sacrifice?Because he has a fit and slender body and a broken and unrecoverable soul.His body, the ups and downs of his facial features, and the lines of his arms are like a perfect statue; and his heart is a broken crystal heart.His High Priest came to him, whispering words that no one could understand.Louis' temples swelled and ached, he couldn't understand what kind of spell the high priest was chanting to him, whether it would transpirate his soul, he wanted to extract his soul, who would he sacrifice to?No, not the Lord, is it Satan?That demon from hell?Or the Grim Reaper?If it's Grim Reaper, why not sacrifice peanut butter?But he was Louie, not Peanut Butter.Could it be a pagan evil god?But he doesn't want to, his faith is very loyal, he is not a heretic.

As the high priest got closer and closer to him, Louis' temples twitched.His moans grew louder and more broken, and he almost screamed.He began to be able to understand the language of the High Priest, and suddenly he was given a miraculous grace, which gave him the ability to decipher the meaning of the spell.

He finally got it.The high priest, who was behind the moonlight and could not see his face, gently stroked the poor victim's face and said, "Why are you lying on the ground?"

In an instant, all unreal and grotesque things evaporated, and Louie rolled his eyes and saw his "Morgan Freeman" squatting beside him, eyeing him curiously.

Louis turned his head away.

The blond-haired Freeman had to pick him up and throw him back on the bed—yes, throw him.If Louie hadn't been rolling on the floor with his two huge fluffy duvets, "Morgan Freeman" would have loved to have picked him up.But now, he could only barely throw Louis back, help him cover the quilt, and then sit down by the bed in a leisurely manner.

"You have a fever."

"who are you?"

"This is the first time I've heard you speak."

"What are you doing in my house? Who the hell are you?"

"Morgan Freeman."

"..."

"Lester." After thinking for a while, the blond Lester added, "This is true."

"I mean identity."

"A good citizen who does what is right."

"You killed someone."

"I thought you were dead drunk."

"I read the newspaper."

"Why not a news app?"

"Don't go around in circles. Lester." Louis called him by his first name.

"Killer."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You can not."

"You killed a man for me."

"I killed a man for you," Lester repeated.

"You saved me."

"He can't kill you. The gun is fake. Why didn't I just go and kill him and just run into you?"

"That's just a punk. I don't see the need to pay for it."

"you're right."

"No one has ever killed anyone for me."

"I didn't think he was very pleasing at first."

"What are you deliberately denying?"

"...Louis."

"I've got to trust you, Lester."

"my pleasure."

"Now you can tell me a little more."

"What do you want to hear?"

"Everything. Everything about you."

"Sweetheart, I'm afraid that'll have to go into the next century."

"Then, just tell me what you've been trying so hard to tell me, and I guess it doesn't even have to be until tomorrow."

"Your cleverness and cunning are heartbreaking."

"Thank you."

"I agree. Then, you'd better take care of your illness first." Lester put the back of his hand on Louis' forehead, the temperature was quite hot, "You are as willful as a 13-year-old teenager not to see a doctor .”

"Who likes to see a doctor?"

"Now do you promise to take injections and medicine? When your illness is cured, I will come to you again."

"I will take medicine."

"Are you afraid of needles?"

"......Do not."

The answer is tacit.But the kind-hearted Lester didn't intend to pierce Louis' futile protest, he withdrew his hand, it seemed that there was still the heat of Louis on the back of his hand.He chuckled and said, "Sleep well."

Does the man's voice have a calming and hypnotic effect?It didn't take long for Louis to fall into a deep sleep, which would be the most comfortable sleep he had these days.

After making sure that Louis fell asleep safely, Lester decided to leave the same way. When he reached the window sill, he turned back as if thinking of something.

He kissed Louis on the forehead lightly, as light as a newborn white fluff fluttering to the ground in the slightly drunken spring breeze.

TBC.