What is your choice? ?

You have chosen [D. Feed him the spittle and blood from your own mouth]

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You know what you should do for Shampoo Boy, after all he is your savior.But at the same time, you feel at a loss and don't know how to restore the current situation.

——Are you going to cut your wrists and bleed like the boy who washed your hair before saving you?

Your gaze subconsciously rests on the skinny wound of the shampoo boy and the scattered blood on the floor.

No, this is definitely not a good way.Pain is one thing, the most important thing is that it will only put you and the other party in a difficult situation, and in the end both will lose.

You held onto your forehead anxiously, circling around in place, and finally decided to use a cloth strip to stop the bleeding from the hair-washing boy's wound.

You walked quickly to the shampoo boy, picked up the jackknife on the ground and used it to cut the hem of your T-shirt.Although Cheng Jin told you that he would give you clean trousers, he seems to have forgotten about it a long time ago and did not give you new underwear and trousers. The previous you also did not mention it to him because of the crisis. and this matter.So when you tear your baggy T-shirt, your top can't cover your lower body.

If you were in normal times, you would definitely feel ashamed and indignant, scolding Cheng Jin for being unkind.But this is a special period, and the blood gushing from the wound of the shampoo boy makes you unable to take care of such trivial matters.

You approached the shampoo boy, and carefully wrapped the cut cloth around his wrist, covering his wound tightly.Of course you know that his wound has not been sterilized and the cloth strips are not clean, but you have no other better choice.You don't know if Cheng Jin will be kind enough to save the shampoo boy, or when he will show up, so you can only make do to help the shampoo boy stop the bleeding.

After you bandaged his wound, you immediately noticed the unusual state of the shampoo boy.You stared at his flushed face, listened to his unsteady heartbeat, and nervously put the back of your hand on his forehead, it was astonishingly hot underneath.

You feel overwhelmed and blamed to the core.This may mean that his wound has a bacterial infection, but in the absence of any medical equipment, your anxiety is of no use at all.

At this moment, the shampoo boy's eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.You can see that his mouth is half open, his Adam's apple is moving up and down, and he looks like he wants to say something but doesn't make a sound.You moved closer to him, and it took a while to realize that his mouth-swipes were making the word for "water".

You startled, subconsciously glanced at the knife on the ground, but immediately shook your head.

Your brain starts racing, racking your brains to think about what liquid can replace blood.Your first reaction is to pee, but let’s not talk about nausea for a while, you don’t have this ability even if you haven’t drank water for a long time.

So the only option left is saliva.

Turning your tongue in your mouth, it is still sticky with the blood that the hair-washing brother fed you before, and it is quite moist.You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, then gently held the shampoo boy's right cheek with your hand.

At this time, he is obviously not fully awake. Although he is looking at you, the focus in his pupils is a little loose.You looked at the free-spirited appearance of the hair-washing boy, and you became more determined in your heart.So you lowered your head vigorously, and pressed the wet lips you just licked to his dry lips that were almost peeling.

In your few kissing experiences, you have always been passive.So when you took the initiative to kiss the shampoo boy, it took you a while to push his lips with the tip of your tongue.You imply that you don't need to panic, that you're just saving someone, but when you inevitably cling to each other, your heartbeat starts to speed up unknowingly.

Especially when the shampoo guy subconsciously hooks the moisture on your tongue wall, a large piece of goose bumps will be aroused on your skin instantly, and a sore numb will go all the way from the end of your tailbone to your scalp.You feel that the process of exchanging saliva is more intimate than you imagined, but you have no choice but to let the other party scrape the saliva just secreted from the inner wall of your mouth and tongue coating bit by bit Wet blood.

I don't know when, this incomparably simple first aid started to become ambiguous and out of control.Your breathing becomes unsteady, and the strength of the other party's licking of your lips and tongue gradually increases.You fluttered your eyelashes quickly, not daring to meet the other person's eyes, until a hot palm pressed against your cheek.You were suddenly scalded by the temperature, and when you took a closer look, you found that the hair-washing boy was staring at you with burning eyes—his pupils had regained focus long ago.

After a moment of stunned, a burst of belated joy suddenly rushed into your heart.The appearance of the boy who washes his hair lets you know that his consciousness has recovered and the most dangerous moment has passed.

You wanted to withdraw your lips and tongue, but you didn't expect the other party's hand holding your cheek to move quickly to the back of your head, stopping your backward movement without a doubt.You were startled by the hair-washing boy's actions, but you couldn't react for a while, so you could only stare blankly at the other party's Ruju eyes, and the movements between your words became more and more intense.

At this time, the distance between you is no more than three centimeters, so close that your eyelashes almost overlap.At the same time, you suddenly felt a warm touch on the side of your neck.

——That was the opponent's finger.

His fingertips rubbed left and right around your neck, his movements were not ambiguous, as if he was measuring something.At first you only felt a little subtle, but gradually you felt his movements became more and more creepy.You want to bite the opponent's crazy lips and tongue to force him to let go, but you didn't expect him to move faster.

The moment the slender needle tip pierced your neck, you finally understood the intention of the other party's finger sliding left and right on the side of your neck - that was trying to figure out the location of the blood vessels to facilitate his injection.

A familiar drowsiness gradually invaded your consciousness, making your brain gradually chaotic.You immediately understood that what he was injecting was sleeping pills, and you found that the needle tube pulled out from your skin was exactly the same as the needle used by Cheng Jin at that time.

You opened your mouth to question the relationship between them, but the medicine had already taken effect, so you could only try to see the expression on his face, trying to see some clues.But what disappoints you is that the shampoo guy who used to have a clear facial expression is now expressionless, so you can't find a little bit of personal emotion.

In the field of vision, the figure of the boy who washes his hair is gradually blurred, so you can only slowly close your eyes unwillingly until your eyes are completely dark.

Not long after, you fell into a deep sleep again.

"Cheng Jin did this?"

The first time you regained consciousness, you heard Cheng Jin's name.You froze suddenly, and wanted to turn your head to see who the familiar voice behind you was, but found that you couldn't move at all.

Only then did you realize that you were falling into a lucid dream and passed into someone else's body again-now you are just a bystander and do not have control over this body.

At the same time, the fingers lingering at the end of your lumbar spine suddenly become wanton.You can feel that the other party seems to be rubbing the two scabbed wounds on your lower back vaguely, drawing with the pulp of your fingers from time to time.

You were at a loss, and it took you a long time to realize that you have a pair of dimples on your back, and there are several scars that have scabbed over the dimples.The person who spoke is obviously very keen on this injured waist, and is rubbing your skin tirelessly.

"Ugly?" you hear yourself asking with a chuckle.

The person behind hesitated for a while, but the fingers stroking your waist did not stop there.

"Indeed." You heard him murmur, with obvious irritability in his voice, "It gave you a blemish on your skin... It's a good thing you have more than one blemish, or I'd go crazy."

"Then what if I have no flaws at all?" You asked him with a smile, "If my body is exactly the same as your ideal body."

The person behind paused again, but immediately spoke again.

"Then I will embalm you and put you in a crystal coffin for a lifetime."

When he said this, he suddenly sneered, as if mocking what he said just now, "Of course, this is unrealistic. It won't be long before people find it in the crystal coffin."

His fingers touching your waist slid up along the line of the spine, and a soft kiss fell on your butterfly bone.

"So I can only reluctantly cut your body into pieces and put them in embalming solution. I will put them on the bookshelf to watch every day, and draw a sketch from time to time as a sketch of the human body sculpture. The instructor scolded me for being uncreative and always using the same person's body as the prototype of the sculpture. But there is no way, no artist can resist this kind of temptation."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly changed the subject and smiled narrowly.

"However, senior, your body can only be said to be good at best, and it is far from the ideal body in my heart. So I should appreciate your beauty from a secular perspective."

"So, if you meet a more ideal body in the future, don't you think you won't like me anymore?" You lay down in his arms, and then lazily dropped a kiss on his chin, with a careless tone Extremely.

He paused with his hand stroking your hair, and after a while he said dully "Maybe." Then he immediately changed his words and said "No".

You laughed heartily after hearing what he said, and your whole body trembled until you had laughed enough and tears welled up from the corners of your eyes.

"Find a chance to get a tattoo on your waist." You sighed softly.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to find that you were covered by a cloth strip and couldn't see anything.At the same time, you realize that you are sitting on a wooden chair, tied up with hemp rope.

"No wonder brother found me..." In the darkness, you heard a familiar voice chuckle, "You really have selfish intentions."

"Did you tell him that it was all my brother's idea to pick myself up completely?... Well, let me think about it, if he knew, it was you who suggested to my brother to find him on Xiaolan as Xiaowen's replacement What would he think of you?"

You feel that the amount of information in these words is too much for you to resist, and you suddenly become in a trance.At the same time, you finally understand why this voice is so familiar.

Because the person who spoke was none other than the shampoo boy.

After he finished speaking, the room fell into silence again.You are on tenterhooks, anxiously waiting for the shampoo boy to continue speaking.You don't have time to think about what the other person is saying, and the only thing you can be sure of now is what he obviously knows—he's not as ignorant of his situation as he appeared before you.

You pricked up your ears and held your breath, only to hear a few soft whispers from not far away, followed by the subtle sound of the nib of the fountain pen sliding on the paper.

You quietly listened to the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, but suddenly realized something.

This movement comes from your right hand side, while the voice of the shampoo boy came from your left hand side.There was no sound of footsteps during this process, so it wasn't the shampoo boy who was pacing and writing.There's no way he'd been babbling or talking to someone on the other end via some kind of electronic device.

Besides you and the shampoo boy, there is another person in this room.That person was the one the shampoo boy was talking to.

You have a lot of thoughts and a swollen head.

The sound of writing makes you immediately think of Cheng Jin.

...So the guy who washes his hair is talking to Cheng Jin now?They know each other?Why did the hair-washing boy pretend he didn't know anything before?

One question after another pops up in your head, making you more restless.What made you unbearable was that the writing voice stopped again not long after.

Then, the room fell into a dead silence again.

You eagerly waited for them to continue the conversation, but suddenly there was a strange tacit understanding between the two, neither of them made any sound, as if you were really the only one in the whole room.

You hold your breath, not reconciled to the clues being cut off here, and finally heard footsteps after a long time.The footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were coming towards you, which made your heart tighten.

It wasn't until a hand fell on your shoulder that you realized that the other party was indeed coming for you.

You choose to keep silent, pretending that you are still unconscious, but he seems to have concluded that you have already woken up, and still sticks the needle into the side of your neck.

The effect of the medicine gradually surged, and your consciousness gradually blurred again.

"How long have you been awake?"

Before you completely lost consciousness, you suddenly heard the voice of the shampoo boy.

His voice was so calm that there was no wave, which made you extremely strange.

You opened your eyes in a daze, and found that the cloth covering your eyes had been taken off at some time.You looked down and saw that the hemp rope on your body was still intact, tightly binding your body together with the wooden chair.

While your brain is gradually waking up, you recalled the things before you fell into a coma - the confusing conversation between the shampoo boy and Cheng Jin.

The doubts in your heart are unanswered, so you become more and more uneasy.The shampoo boy is not in front of your eyes, and there seems to be no one else in the room except you.

Just when you thought you were the only one left in this room, a warm body hugged you condescendingly from behind you.

The man's arms are wrapped around your shoulders, and his chin rests lightly on top of your head.

"Do you think I lied to you?" came the sullen voice of the shampoo boy above his head, sounding extremely aggrieved, "I can explain to you that there are reasons for my previous actions and words."

You listened to the other party's pitiful apology, but you were not comforted at all.You feel that the other party seems to have changed back to that cowardly, weak and docile appearance, and the indifferent and reserved voice before the dizziness seems to be just a flash in the pan.

But you know that's not an illusion, the shampoo boy is not as innocent as he appears.If he really has your interests, why doesn't he untie your hemp rope?

At this moment, you casually glanced in the direction of the window, which instantly froze your blood.

A man wearing a white mask was standing at the empty window.

At this time, he is obviously staring at everything in the room, as if he is observing the interaction between you and the shampoo boy.

At this point, you decide—

【A. Do nothing】

【B. Tell the shampoo boy that you trust him】

【C. Trying to break free from the embrace of the shampoo guy】

[D. Shouting "Cheng Jin" out of the window]