[Leilu Modern AU] Scarlet World

Charlie Comblan was awakened by a grinding sensation in his wrist.

He opened his eyes dazedly in the pain, frowned, and looked at his hands subconsciously, and then he found that his hands were bound by thick hemp ropes, hanging from one left to the other on an old machine tool or something else, with both hands The legs were tightly bound together.

The height of his bound hands is much higher than himself, but it does not make him completely suspended, which makes him stand in a very uncomfortable posture. He has to touch the ground with his toes, otherwise his The wrist is about to be pulled by the weight of the entire body.

After he realized his situation, he looked up subconsciously, and saw a blond man with a beard crossed his legs not far away, leaning on an old wooden chair and playing with a knife in his hand.The place where they are located is an old abandoned warehouse.

Charlie struggled, he shouted in confusion and fear: "Hey! Who are you?! What are you going to do? Let me go!!!"

The blond man continued to play with the knife as if he didn't hear him, and it took a while before he woke up like a dream.

He stood up and walked over to Charlie.In the few strands of cold moonlight shining in through the small window of the warehouse, his face was constantly changing light and dark.He slowly tore off the fake beard on his face, the tearing of the glue made him grin a bit, his fair face was still flushed.He muttered something and threw the fake beard on the ground in disgust.

When the man finally tore off the disguise from his face and revealed his true colors, Charlie gave a look of bloody horror.Because he saw a handsome face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, the face that he had met with half a month ago.

"Hi," the man stood about three meters away from him, beckoned lively, and smiled with an unknown meaning, "Meet you again, Father."

......

Comeron was horrified.

A chill rose from the depths of his heart, and soon spread to his whole body.He noticed that his hands and feet were cold and his whole body was numb, as if he was being licked all over his body by some terrifying ogre monster with a long tongue of sticky saliva in the dark. The unimaginable horror was close at hand, but he just looked at it Not being able to see it, and being unable to avoid it, the unknown intensifies the horror of this monstrous deformity.He had goosebumps almost uncontrollably, and this physical discomfort made him tremble uncomfortably.

He subconsciously recalled that simple conversation more than a week ago, and he thought of all the behavior of this silent man, which didn't seem to be weird.At that time, this man was very calm and courteous, and he did not interrupt his conversation with Louis Pudula. He didn't even listen to him out of politeness, but looked around boredly, or walked around the church. .

Of course, Charlie also doubted the identity of this man, so he tentatively asked Louis who the other party was twice.The first time Louis told him hesitantly that this was a "friend"; the second time, he gave up asking and asked Louis to do a true-false question instead, so Louis replied in that kind of gentle tone, "Yes".In fact, old Charlie was still a little skeptical.On the one hand, it was because he felt that Louis's sweet look of falling in love was not fake at all, and on the other hand, he couldn't understand what Louis was doing with his new boyfriend to the church where his brother used to hold mass?In order to tell the other party his unfortunate past?

If it is said that after six years, Louis suddenly wants to turn up the past and investigate the deeds of his younger brother before his death, let alone that this kind of plan came into being inexplicably—everyone in the know knows that Vanner jumped to his death after taking drugs and hallucinating, even if it was true. So, Louis shouldn't have brought this private detective to the church carelessly, but just asked him to repeat what he said six years ago, and then left after chatting a few words. Besides, this man didn't listen at all. .

Comron had thought about it, and still felt that this man did not look like a private detective.He was too handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, so prominent in the crowd, like a horse among the sheep, no one could see him at a glance.Moreover, he really looked like a young man with no worries. He might be an upstart in the shopping mall or a budding fashion designer. If so, he and Louis's status were truly matched.

So, in Cameron, he gave up all the prestige, status and interpersonal relationships in York City as a plan, changed his clothes, and traveled westward in a safe and sound way, but was kidnapped to this broken warehouse by surprise, and found that the kidnapper was Cha Cha It was that handsome young man who was consumed by great horror.He didn't know anything about the other party, but the other party could find him as easily as a cat and a mouse, catch him and tie him here when he was unsuspecting, and no one noticed.Although he still doesn't know the other party's identity, origin, and purpose, but the current situation is very clear, this is by no means a good sign.

"You look shocked," said the blond man.

"...you, who are you..." Old Charlie trembled a little, "what are you going to do..."

"Is it hard to guess, my dear? I'm employed by Louis Pudula."

Comrun's guess came true. He felt his scalp go numb and couldn't help swallowing.

"Louis...Louis!" he cried, struggling to look around. "Where's Louie?! Louie! Louie! Where are you?"

"Hey, don't shout, it's too noisy." The blond man came up, and the knife in his hand ran across his face against the skin, without leaving a trace of blood.He didn't intend to do anything, he was just warning Charlie.

Charlie didn't dare to move anymore. If he wobbled wildly, the knife would pierce his skin at any time.

"I'm curious what you're thinking...Of course Mr. Pudula isn't here. Do you think a gentleman like him would come to this kind of place?"

Without waiting for Father Comron's answer, he said to himself again: "Of course not."

"Then...then who are you? What do you want to do? What does Pudula want to do?"

"My name is Drianko, sir, or you can call me Lester. Of course, it's better for you to call me Drianko. I don't like being called by your first name, it's too intimate." Lester Drianko Ke brushed his face with the other hand, the furrowed wrinkles made him feel uncomfortable, so he patted the priest's cheek lightly, "You must really want to know my identity, you can think that I am A private eye, or a bounty hunter, or whatever you like. Me, I collect... presents and do work for people, it's as simple as that."

"Answer me! What are you going to do to me!"

"It's up to you, sir," said Lester, in that verse-reading tone. "You tell me first, what are you running for?"

"I... didn't run away."

"Then let's put it another way, why did you come here suddenly... um, traveling in disguise?"

"...I don't have to tell you."

"My gentleman, I'm afraid you haven't figured out one thing." Lester took two steps back, waved the knife in his hand, and showed the place to this unfriendly companion, "We are not in Stone City, we It's far away, we're in a place you don't know where. You know no one's coming here."

"How could that be!" He asked in a low voice.

"Remember when you ordered a glass of whiskey at the bar but didn't take a sip? The greedy little bartender drank it. Before long, he would sleep until the next afternoon, and his boss would deduct his wages."

"you!"

"But I have alternatives, I always have. Do you remember the mineral water you drank before going to bed?"

"You crazy!" He was furious.

"You have been in a coma for several days, two days? Three days? Don't you feel a little hungry?" Lester sighed, squatting on the ground, propping his chin with one hand, "Thanks to your clever escape, now Charlie The disappearance of Father Comeron may have been seen, right? The last person to see him was Mrs. Mohd, a neighbor. The case is closed."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Comron gritted his teeth, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, and he clenched his teeth tightly to prevent them from trembling with horror.

"Oh, oh, no, no, old Charlie, don't worry, we have plenty of time," Lester said, propping his chin on the other hand, "Why don't you tell me why you ran first?"

Comron bit the accent word by word, "I said, I, no, run."

"Please!" Lester clapped his hands and spread his palms helplessly, "We're going around in circles like this forever, do you have to force me to speak so bluntly? Well, well, you won! Listen! Well, Charlie, we all know you left your decent job and social status behind and fled to a wilderness town hundreds of kilometers away with a small amount of cash because you wanted a sunset red old age adventure.. ...or are you really up for a big adventure?"

"..."

"And you're dressed like that... what the hell are you wearing?" Lester looked at him with a frown. "How can you use brick red with coffee? You know it's going to look dirty ?"

The priest gritted his teeth, fearing and hating at the same time, he didn't dare to move, he could only stare at the blond man coldly.

"But it's a bit of a lie. The middle-aged and elderly gangsters you want to imitate really don't have any taste at all. They wear clothes, just... wear it."

"..."

"You know, Father," Lester stood up and stretched his waist. "I like talking to people. Although I don't like you at all, I decided to talk to you too."

"what?"

"Why don't we talk about Vana Pudula?"

TBC.