What is your choice? ?

You have chosen 【A. Tell him the note pasted on his forearm】

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You don't trust Shampoo Guy, but you're in the same situation now, and you can't keep each other in the dark—and it's not doing you any good.So, with a hoarse voice, you told him the note pasted on his forearm.

You deliberately omitted the part where the other party said that the shampoo boy is your lover, and only told him that the kidnapper compared him to food.

After listening to your words, the shampoo boy fell into deep thought, and he looked up at you again after a while.

"...Maybe he thought you were covering me? After all, you didn't really attack me as he asked." The hair-washing boy paused, then speculated uncertainly, "I guess...he intentionally We inject a large amount of sleeping pills just to make us feel a strong sense of hunger, so that you have the motivation to attack me."

"As for why you put a note with food on your back... Maybe it's because his own purpose is to let us kill each other and turn each other into enemies. Seeing that you couldn't do it, he simply disclosed the same information to me—these The note is also an inspiration to me, maybe after I attack you, the other party decides to let me go as soon as he feels better."

Your heart skipped a beat, and all the muscles in your body tensed up.You subconsciously touched the pocket on the chest of the T-shirt, as if the jackknife inside gave you a sense of security.

The boy who washed his hair turned his eyes, and his expression suddenly became subtle.

"Is there anything in your pocket?"

Your expression froze suddenly, and you couldn't help cursing yourself for being too stupid, but you knew that you couldn't get back together now—because your T-shirt was too thin, and people could tell it contained something at a glance.

So you can only stare at the shampoo boy's face, and take a few steps back slightly.

The shampoo guy didn't approach you, but calmly looked at your stiff facial expression, and started to figure it out.

"Could it be that some kind of sharp weapon?" The hair-washing boy said to himself, "Yeah... how could he be so thoughtless, he must have given you some kind of weapon... so that we can be inseparable from each other Trust, the contradiction gradually deepens..."

He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice to try to convince you that he wasn't hostile.

"The most important thing for us to do now is to trust each other and not do anything. I know Sheng Jing very well. If he sees our indifferent appearance, he will definitely become anxious and change his plan again."

"He's not going to leave us to our own devices - that doesn't calm the rage in him."

Listening to the calm analysis of the shampoo boy, the uneasiness in your heart was slightly relieved.But at the same time, you feel that the shampoo boy is too calm, as if he knows the current situation well from beginning to end.

Moreover, when he mentioned Sheng Jing's name, you couldn't help but associate their two surnames together.You only know one surname that is pronounced "sheng", "Sheng". Do they all have "Sheng"?

Their relationship...is it really just a simple friend?

Startled by your own associations, you raised your head tremblingly, only to see Sheng Dian standing there, staring at you quietly, without any trace of tension on his face.

"It's okay, I know him well." Sheng Dian's voice was hoarse, but the smile on the corner of his lips revealed a strange lightness.

"As long as we don't do anything, he will naturally come to the door."

When you think about it calmly, you feel that what the shampoo boy said is not unreasonable.What's more, now that the knife is in your hands, you are in control of the initiative. As long as the other party doesn't get violent, your safety can be guaranteed.

Thinking of this, you suddenly breathed a sigh of relief - what you didn't consider is that the other party's current rhetoric may be just to stabilize your emotions, and he has actually already harbored evil intentions towards you.

Maybe it's because this guess is too horrifying for you to face it, and you subconsciously choose to avoid thinking about it.You curled up in the corner like a turtle, as if the cold wall behind you gave you a strong sense of security.

You tell yourself that the kidnapper went to such lengths to leave you here.He will definitely come up with some more cruel game to let you satisfy his perverted psychological desire.

There is a deafening heartbeat beside your ears, and the coating of your tongue is so dry that not even a trace of moisture can be secreted.

You opened your eyes in a daze, only to find that you didn't seem to be leaning against the wall, but leaning against a somewhat soft object.You blinked slowly, only feeling that it was extremely difficult for you to flap your eyelashes, just like an old man in his twilight years.A cold hand lands on your forehead, which makes you realize that your body temperature is frighteningly high.

"Are you awake?" A haggard face came into your eyes - it turned out that you were lying on the lap of the shampoo boy, and the cold touch on the forehead just now was the back of his hand.

You moved your lips, but didn't make any sound for a long time.You know that you have not completely lost your voice, you are just afraid, afraid that the moment the first word comes out of your mouth, the entire dry throat cavity will be cut by the breath sound, making your narrow throat instantly Filled with blood.

You feel as if you have had a long dream, but you can't remember the details.Your brain seems to have been filled with inflated bubble gum, and the dizziness is mixed with a strange fishy sweetness.

At the same time, the shampoo boy's face gradually swelled up, like a human skin balloon injected with hydrogen.Amused by your mindless imagination, you grinned silently, only to find that his deformed face returned to its original shape the next moment, as if the grotesque scene you just witnessed had never appeared before.

Confused, you blink again, but the shampoo boy's face remains the same, neither swollen nor deformed.

His expression seems to be a little irritable, and the shape of his mouth is constantly changing, but you can't hear his voice at all—your ear canals have already been filled with your deafening heartbeat, and everything in the outside world seems to be no longer related to you No connection.

Gradually, the frequency of your flapping your eyelashes becomes slower and slower, and you don't even have the strength to open them again.

In a daze, your chest lightened, as if someone took something out of your T-shirt pocket.

—That's your jackknife.

At that moment, you seemed to be returning to the light, and you used all your strength to suddenly open your eyes wide.You thought that what you saw would be the struggling face of the other party, but you didn't expect that the moment you opened your eyes, drops of warm liquid splashed on your face and landed on your eyeballs On the surface, everything in front of your eyes becomes blurred and bright red.

You blinked, and the "water source" directly above your cheeks flowed more cheerfully, dripping down on your cheeks, the bridge of your nose and your chapped lips.

You subconsciously stuck out your tongue and licked the wetness on your lips. It was the unique smell of blood, which made your chaotic consciousness suddenly clear.

You don't feel that the smell of blood on your lips and tongue makes you feel uncomfortable, you feel that it is like the nectar unique to heaven, which makes you wish to scrape all the blood splashed on your face to your lips with your fingers, so that your lips and mouth Moisturize again.

Just as you licked the blood from your mouth, thirsting for more liquid, your eyes went dark and a wrist dropped.You subconsciously moved your head forward, pressed your lips tightly against the wet wound, and kept sucking the juice inside, as if there was some fine liquid hidden in it...

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When you finally came to your senses, you found that the shampoo boy was leaning on his body, pinching his bloody wrist, leaning against the corner and gasping for breath.

When you wiped your face, your palms were all glaring red.

Only then did you belatedly realize that the taste buds in your mouth had already been soaked in the unique sweetness of blood and became numb.

At the same time, your brain that has been stagnant for a long time also starts to work slowly, and the memory before coma becomes clearer little by little.

You suddenly realized that it was the shampoo boy who saved you who was on the verge of dehydration, and saved you from the brink of life and death with his own blood.

Looking at the mess on the floor, the hair-washing boy suffering from dehydration and blood loss, and the pocket knife beside him soaked in blood, your heart is extremely complicated.

At this point, you decide—

【A. Do nothing】

[B. Pick up the knife and slit the wrist, and immediately use your own blood to save the other party]

【C. Get close to him and wait and see what happens】

【D. Feed him the saliva and blood from your own mouth】