[Slag Fan] [Ice Nine] [Modern Overhead] The Law of Day and Night

day.

The sunlight is like a layer of tin foil, flatly reflecting the light, tightly wrapping the touched creatures into one side of the flesh, as if it can keep fresh—then push it into the oven, turning into a bloodless delicacy.

Fortunately, people only disassemble the exquisite shell when they enjoy it. Before that, everyone can justify what the raw material looks like, whether it is alive or dead.

Luo Binghe twitched his eyelashes and turned over.Ever since Shen Qingqiu threw him away in a fit of exasperation, the probe had been working non-stop all night long.He felt that the entire spine was numb, and the pain was dull, but it was not so difficult.

He opened his eyes, and the bleak light came into his eyes, which was chewed up by the lazy and dangerous beasts in the abyss, and each strand was buried in it without falling to the ground, which instead made his eyes appear the color of flowing shallow water.

He turned his gaze without focusing, and heard a mournful and melodious cry like a nightingale outside the glass box that separated the world and the senses.

Luo Binghe pursed his lips, closed his eyes boredly, and suddenly remembered some trivial scenes.

Luo Binghe's life began when he first met Shen Qingqiu.

It's not that he doesn't remember the previous events, but that all of them were overshadowed and blurred in front of Shen Qingqiu.That person was like a thin blade in his life that was suddenly handed before him, cold and dazzling, but ruthlessly smashed up a little bit of kindness, morality and love that had just formed.

Luo Binghe grew up in the orphanage.

It was a small house that looked very down on the modern economic level, but unlike its dilapidated exterior, there was no harshness, no abuse, and it was just a little poor.

Poverty is tolerable, there is no malicious ravage, and the flowers that bloom in the barren land are still tender.

That's how it's easier to harvest—isn't it?

The weather is always gloomy in the season of patronage.The low air pressure squeezed the roses in the garden, and drove the sun's mellow and warm oil paint to splash red juice.

All the children were locked in the room in the afternoon, and the kind old dean was busy, putting on her best clothes-subsidizing, taking pictures, caring for the children in the orphanage-when she thought of these, her heart would twitch up.

But there is no way, the orphanage has to operate, and the grown-up children have to eat meat—whether it is the meat of their companions or not.

She gave the last order, closed the door, and walked towards those ghosts and monsters in suits and ties in a humble and fearful manner.

Luo Binghe himself didn't know how he escaped.It seemed that it was just the boy's exuberant adventurous spirit, or anything else, in short, when he squatted under the rose bushes, peeking at the delicate and confident smiling faces, he instantly recognized Shen Qingqiu from the crowd.

At that time, he was still a teenager, and he seemed out of place among all the luxury brands.He was wearing a white coat with a dark blue shirt inside, and a pen pinned to his chest, with an impatient expression on his face, but he gave people the feeling that he was standing among the beasts in his clothes.

He was thin, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with a straight back and soft black hair that fell to his shoulders.He turned his face away, so he couldn't see clearly from the side, only the sharp jaw and the tight lip line could be seen.

Luo Binghe stared blankly, the young man seemed to have noticed something, turned his head slightly, and glanced at him.

There was nothing in those eyes, they were cold, as if they were looking at a dead object.

——He is so good-looking, how can he have such a pair of light and transparent eyes like inorganic matter?

Little Luo Binghe didn't know.He only knows that a polite child should give a stranger a smile.

So he bent his beautiful eyes, showing a child's friendly and loving smile.

However, Shen Qingqiu seemed to have been stabbed, and suddenly turned his head away, not looking at him again.

Engagement with funders cuts to the chase after the superficial articles.The old dean wiped off the cold sweat streaming down his face, took out a square-folded paper from his clothes, handed it out, and said in a low voice, "The ones that are suitable for this year... are all here."

The funder who just took a group photo with the check card reached out to pick it up, but the old dean didn't let go, as if he was in a final struggle.

The sponsor raised his eyebrows, but before he could attack, he heard a cold voice behind him:

"Is that child also on the list?" Shen Qingqiu asked coldly, raising his hand casually.

Only then did Luo Binghe suddenly feel panic, as if the tranquility brought to him by that young man was suddenly shattered, and everyone turned their heads to look at him with those malicious and thoughtful gazes.

Mistake, he thought, wrong thing to do.

The old dean suddenly raised his head, and then his face turned from white to red, and he shouted sharply: "Luo Binghe! You...!"

She staggered and rushed over to try to push him back into the small building, but more burly men surrounded them, forcing Luo Binghe to have nowhere to escape, and his thick hands were about to pinch his arm——

"Don't do that." Shen Qingqiu said.

Everyone stopped, and some of them turned to look at him—but at the same time, Luo Binghe suddenly dodged a few hands stretched out to him, and the man grabbed subconsciously, and was bitten on the tiger's mouth by him, and let go of his hand in pain.

The others didn't move—the words spoken by this thin and thin young man seemed to have a strange magic power, which made people unable to pull their legs out of obedience.

Only Luo Binghe sensed some tiny things from the atmosphere.

It was fear, disdain, base desire...

He ran to the side of the old dean, puffed out his chest, and opened his hands to block her.

He did not seek refuge in this warm and patient old man.He stubbornly spread his fluffy wings, trying to protect something from the torrential wind and rain.

Through the dense crowd, his gaze caught Shen Qingqiu——he was still standing there, casting obscure gazes at him.

After a while, he slightly opened his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"I want him." He said without any ups and downs, as if he just encountered a product with the right production date in the supermarket.

He became the first test subject of "The Law".

Then what happened?Luo Binghe frowned. The little Nightingale next door had undergone medical treatment, and the new experimenter couldn't wait to give her some color.

In the sound of water and groans, he slightly raised his eyelids. The new experimenter was a young man wearing glasses, a little nervous. He seemed to have never brought such an enthusiastic experimental subject before, like a mad male dog. The soul will be thrown into it.

As for the girl who lost her abusive father last night, the tears on her face have not been wiped away, and her legs are softly wrapped around a strange body with confused sadness.

"treat".

Shen Qingqiu never arranged this project for Luo Binghe.In fact, when Luo Binghe grew up to be an experimental product of this level, Shen Qingqiu never gave him a single injection of the 28 "treatments" he should have had.

Instead, he performed countless pain reflexes, doubled the amount of experimental injections, and went on a long-term hunger strike and water deprivation.

Can physical methods be done once and for all like therapy?Luo Binghe's perfect answer dispelled everyone's doubts.He's docile, obedient, utterly loyal, and not as weak as those whimpering products of therapy.

But only he himself knows that his "self" that has not been erased by "treatment" has swelled to the point that it cannot fit his obedient skin.They stretch out black desires in the dark, wrapping towards his cold and vicious experimenter——

When the two drivers escorted Luo Binghe into the carriage, the unyielding boy struggled and shouted.

The violent pressure crushed his bones, and a shoe stepped on the back of his head, crushing him hard to the ground of the carriage.

"Let go of me, woo, let me go!"

"Bang!"

"Let go! Go away, you—"

"Bang!"

"Woo... Let go!"

The impact stopped.

Luo Binghe had a headache as if his brain had been stepped on the ground, but he still stubbornly opened his eyes, his vision was blurred by the scarlet blood.

Shen Qingqiu didn't know when he boarded the car, took out a black collar from a side drawer, walked over, looked down at him.

Luo Binghe couldn't understand what this meant, but his instinct made him repel him, and he still struggled desperately, not wanting to give in.

The thick hands behind him plucked his hair violently, Luo Binghe's vision blurred, and he was pulled up, revealing his fragile throat.

"Don't do that." Shen Qingqiu said.

His control is second to none, and the driver lets go.

The pair of shapely and slender hands fiddled with them deftly, and the collar was like a snake, sticking to the skin on the side of his neck tightly.

caught.

He can't run away.

The driver cursed and folded his arms fiercely, "This brat can really toss! Mr. Shen, this kind of thing will stop after two doses of medicine! If you don't want to do it, I will do it! I promise to be obedient I just want to stretch my legs when I see you!"

Shen Qingqiu: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pressed it casually on the back of Luo Binghe's neck.

Luo Binghe only felt a numbness in his neck, and the next moment, all the blood in his limbs shrank to his heart——

For a moment, he didn't have time to react, he just felt the arm that was twisted to be broken suddenly lighten, as if the bird in the cage spread its wings and shattered the cage.

Then, the fingers that were bluish white and numb due to lack of blood for a long time, came into contact with something soft and slippery after a while... That feeling went through the fingertips, palms, and every joint... Warm, sweet, smelly juicy...

Luo Binghe suddenly withdrew his hand and grabbed his heart.

"Uh, uh..."

He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything clearly, the pain poured into his spine like a boiling sea, scorching the nerves, sliced ​​his spinal cord into thin slices, and tossed up and down wantonly.

He fell, curled up on the ground, and uttered painful syllables of incomprehensible meaning.

The first shot, that was hard to swallow strength.

But in front of him, the man who was as tall as a mountain suddenly fell down between his neat ribs, the rotten flesh was still twitching.

Shen Qingqiu took it for granted, and lightly instructed the other driver under the car: "Drive."

The driver was sprayed with blood all over his face and fled in a daze.

Shen Qingqiu stood up, calmly walked across the blood-splattered ground, poured himself a cup of tea by the car window, and found that the old dean outside the car window was still standing there for some reason.

As if he had discovered something novel and interesting, Shen Qingqiu waved at her while holding a teacup.

The cold-bloodedness and cruelty are separated from the car window. From this angle, the gentle afterglow of the setting sun paints the boy's eyes with a gentle touch of gold.He was clean and elegant, took a shallow sip, and showed his cuteness to the old woman who was about to lose her strength.

"Nice working, beautiful lady," he mouthed, delighted by the lady's sudden paleness.

After all, they ignored it, and the unscrupulous car carried robbers and buyers, leaving the seller who regretted the transaction far away.

Shen Qingqiu turned around, Luo Binghe, who was still struggling just now, was no longer moving.He was unsteady, frowning, trying to curl himself up into a ball, like a fragile wolf cub, burying his nose under his paws.

But Shen Qingqiu noticed at a glance that the scar on his forehead had healed up to seven or eighty percent.

The setting sun quickly withdrew her gaze of looking forward to Shenghui, and the night was overcast, Shen Qingqiu turned his head away, and clicked his tongue softly after a while.

"We met again. Do you still remember me?" The obese person in charge said to Luo Binghe with a smile after putting on every piece of fat.

Luo Binghe was sitting, the probe was still buzzing, he felt indescribably irritated.

"He doesn't trust anyone except Mr. Shen... Don't take it to heart, you won't get angry with the consumables..." The new experimenter looked nervous and cautious in contrast to his tyranny on the bed, and came out stiffly to smooth things over.

"It's okay, isn't this very good? It seems that I also like these cute little toys behind Shen's back. They are young and energetic, and it's normal to like to play with them."

"Didn't Shen tell you that I watched him grow up? Without me, would he be able to go smoothly in this proving ground?"

- Watching grow up - what a dangerous message.

but……

obey him.

obey him!

obey him...

"Yes..." Luo Binghe whispered: "The teacher never said... I want to protect the teacher..." Before he finished speaking, he frowned, showing a painful and forbearing expression.

"What's wrong with him?" The kind person in charge asked concerned, "Is he uncomfortable?"

"Yes... Mr. Shen punished him for the pain reflex because of what happened yesterday, and it seems that it hasn't been turned off..."

"Ah, that matter, what a good boy, I don't care about it for a long time...Shen really...good boy, shall we take it out for you?"

Luo Binghe paused without a trace.

- "Do not remove the probe without my permission."

— so said his golden rule.

Then he smiled, with fake gratitude in his expression--the smile was surprisingly bright--

"Okay," he said.

Some tight and precise machinery loosened silently.

And under its overwhelming guillotine, the production line of canned flesh is still unconscious, busy stuffing life into the meat grinder——

10

Shen Qingqiu moved a chair and sat on the simple balcony.

The moist wind in the morning was like the hair of an elf, winding and fluttering, and the goose-yellow dawn rested on his lap, covering his sharp edges and corners with a layer of fluffy warm gold.

The sun does not discriminate, no matter what dirty and muddy undercurrent surges under the skin, there are still swaying gold powder on the water surface, and the bottomless torrent looks like shallow water from the outside.

Shen Qingqiu is exactly this type.

From the outside, he is a typical elite standard, accurate, restrained, and outstanding. He may be a little cold, but not mean.

But those who have never gone deep inside, who knows what appalling cold data is reflected in his pupils behind the thin lenses, and who knows how much bright red that never fades on his hands.

However, in the violence and viciousness, no one has ever thought of anything.

Shen Qingqiu tilted his head slightly, the sky was already bright, and the sound of checkout was heard in the silent black shop hotel, mixed with men's cursing and bargaining.

A woman came out from the balcony next door—her age and experience allowed her to maintain an elusive balance between a young girl and a mature woman—looking over with her chest bare, and flirtatiously blew a cigarette at him through the railing.

Shen Qingqiu lowered his eyes slightly and smiled at her.

There was no contempt or desire in that smile, which made the other party stunned for a moment.

11

"Excuse me," Shen Qingqiu reached out and knocked on the counter, "Check out the first room on the left on the third floor.

The girl at the front desk had probably just smoked a little bit, and she lazily quoted the price.

"Can't you stop?" Shen Qingqiu said when she put money several times higher than the market price on the counter, "It's fine if you don't want your money, sisters think about your face and business can be better..."

Shen Qingqiu didn't respond.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated.He took it out to answer, but before he could put it to his ear, the two of them heard the voice from the opposite side at the same time.

"Where are you now?" Yue Qingyuan's voice was mixed with rustling electronic sounds, "The person who picked you up waited all night, did something go wrong?"

Shen Qingqiu made a gesture to wait a moment, then snorted coldly, and said unceremoniously: "Aren't you the best at locating? Is it my turn to report in person where I am?"

"I—" the other side choked for a while, and said for a long time, "Xiao Jiu, you know I'm not..."

At this moment, the girl at the front desk tugged at the corner of his clothes, Shen Qingqiu turned his head and saw her handing a blank paper card to his eyes, with a mischievous and mischievous gaze.

It said: make up any place.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at her, and the girl rolled her eyes.Isn't it fun to play with those self-righteous men?She mouthed it.

"Okay." Shen Qingqiu withdrew his gaze and turned his back, "I'll be at the airport in two hours, come and get whatever you want."

"The one in the northwest?" Yue Qingyuan asked.

Shen Qingqiu didn't bother to break up with him, took the phone from his ear and hung it up.

"Chengnan International Airport? It's far away there, enough for him to run for a while." The girl rubbed her nails with nail clippers and asked casually.

"En." Shen Qingqiu said, "Thanks for taking care of me, goodbye."

Then he turned and went out, stood for a while under the porch of this dilapidated black hotel, ignored the taxi that had already parked in front of him, and left on foot.

Almost following his footsteps, the landline at the front desk of the hotel, which seemed to have been in arrears for many years, let out a piercing scream.

The girl reached out to pick it up, and the laziness disappeared instantly.

"He invited someone to Chengnan International Airport for two hours, I don't know, maybe... he didn't find the important documents with him... Well, someone followed him..."

12

However, at the time of sunset, no matter whether it was Yue Qingyuan, who was picking up people from the northwest station, or the dark forces deployed in the south of the city, waiting to eat the enemy, they were all in vain.

At the same time, accidents happened suddenly, Shen Qingqiu got rid of the pursuers and picked up the battery of the mobile phone, like a ticking ticking time bomb, slipping into the turbulent crowd again without hesitation.

tbc