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

22

There was a "crash", like a signal.The glass was shattered all over the floor, and a few pieces slid far away to Shen Qingqiu's feet, shining brightly and sharply for a moment.

As if Shen Qingqiu didn't hear anything, he clasped his hands on his knees, as if he had a certain kind of peaceful aura.

He closed his eyes, his long and distinct eyelashes were drooping, and he trembled slightly from time to time, as if he was just taking a shallow and undisturbed nap in a noisy environment, no different from many tired office workers.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, softly spreading on the hair hanging on his forehead, like a lover's gentle and considerate fingertips, caressing the light but anxious lines between his brows, until it touches his tangled thoughts.

The white, elegant, and well-maintained girl's hand gently covered the back of his hand, which was so pale that blue veins could be clearly seen, and patted it soothingly. Her bright smile was like a flower blooming in the afternoon. Flowers and trees are like intoxicating wine.

"It doesn't hurt," the girl's lotus-colored nails brushed his temples soaked in cold sweat, her beautiful face was slightly distorted, and she twisted together strangely, as if she had exhausted all her patience and self-restraint, softly comforted, "I I don't want to hurt you, Xiao Jiu..."

"Promise me to come back..." She glanced away very quickly, her soft curly hair left a trail of fragrance on the tip of his nose, and disappeared in the increasingly unignorable smoke in the room——

"Come back," she murmured, "come back to me."

23

Shen Qingqiu suddenly broke free from the burning dream.There was cold sweat between his clasped fingers, his pupils trembled slightly, and his breathing fluttered messily.

He froze and didn't move, until he felt that he could distinguish the reality, then he exhaled slowly and blinked his eyes.

The cat who was squatting on the table and secretly drinking half of his cup of tea met him face to face, and its paws slipped in fright. The young clerk who came to sweep away the glass fragments stretched out his hand and looked at him with some embarrassment.

However, with just one glance, Shen Qingqiu sensitively realized that something was wrong.

"I'm so sorry, it's always drinking here and there..." the clerk girl said shyly, picking up the cat, as if showing the black collar specially, "Can you touch it?"

"No need," Shen Qingqiu glanced at her, his eyes were light and casual, as if without a trace of scrutiny, "I'm not interested." He said after deliberation, and took a sip of tea.

"Sir—" The girl suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, her light purple nails almost cutting into the skin.It was obviously impossible to predict, but those pale and thin hands remained motionless, and the blue turmoil in the glass of water was already prepared.

In the extreme tension, he did not respond, nor could he be shaken.

There was a long period of silence in the middle. When Shen Qingqiu looked at her for the second time, the girl shuddered imperceptibly. She resisted the man's cold gaze, gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "... the beast drinks it, People should stop drinking...you think so?"

Shen Qingqiu withdrew his hand expressionlessly, drank the rest of the tea as if turning a deaf ear, put the cup back on the table, and then stood up amidst the girl's livid face.

"Your nail polish is good." He stood at the door and looked back, his eyes fell somewhere in the nothingness, his tone couldn't tell the fake and sincere, "Reminds me..." After a pause, he said slowly, "A The dead."

24

The idea of ​​massacre fermented to the point that he could no longer taste the anger or madness at the beginning. When the altar was opened and closed, all that was swept away was the presumptuous and cold fragrance of raising a knife and dropping it.

Looking back, Luo Binghe probably never saw so many faces in one day.They are all young and pale, like stacks of mass-produced printing paper, with the same font and the same words and sentences.Perhaps since the hug in front of the grave many years ago, he has put aside these boring metaphors, but tearing them up one by one, the distorted sections and screams uncontrollably evoke the words in his mind. For Shen Qingqiu's part, when he tore out the data he exchanged for pain and filled in some ridiculous nonsense...

This hateful, arrogant, ruthless man really didn't bother to hide it at all.His skin is too seductive, and the halo behind him is beyond doubt, so that no one has ever discovered that there is a rebellious soul anxiously planning under the glamorous appearance.

Suddenly, he blinked, lowered his hand, the blood sticking to his arm flowed backwards and smashed back into the ocean where they gathered. "I've seen you." The bloody devil tilted his head, and smiled innocently and lovably at the female experimenter on the stairs. "Teacher and you are very close, right?" He asked gently.At that moment, it seemed that all the slaughter had been washed away from him, and the sun set foot on this lawless land again through layers of blood-stained glass.This made her feel a little hopeless, she nodded, trying to move the muscles on her face, trying to put on a smile that would not be too ugly.

But then, her illusion was broken with a click in a white light.

Luo Binghe walked up the stairs calmly, and above it was the temporary rest room for the experimenters—of course including Shen Qingqiu—with anticipation that he didn't even realize was hanging from the corner of his mouth.And correspondingly, a bony head rolled down the steps and fell down the altar of rank.

25

Shen Qingqiu looked out the car window, calmly pushed the last drop of medicine in the needle into the vein.

The warm rose-colored sunset shone on his face, showing a little fake decadence for no reason.

The taxi driver peeked at him three or five times from the rearview mirror, dodging and fearful, looking into the eyes of an addict.

Shen Qingqiu admitted that he felt bad.He was stimulated and driven by constant hints that the other party wanted him to seek the "sense of security" they wanted, and voluntarily led them to find the ultimate successful solution——

If that thing wasn't churning in his veins, they'd almost dialed the last bead.

Feeling dizzy, he braced his forehead and took out a new mobile phone from his pocket.The first time the poor machine was turned on, it was filled with scarlet missed calls.

Shen Qingqiu seemed to have thought of something interesting, he roughly counted how many there were, and then dialed one at random.

The card was issued under Yue Qingyuan's name. Between them, Shen Qingqiu used to do something outside, and they all got it in Yue Qingyuan's name. A new mobile phone number appeared under his name. The secret words are still exposed indiscriminately.

The other side immediately picked up: "Xiao Jiu, are you okay, where are you now?"

Shen Qingqiu was obviously very happy to torment him, but was called "Xiao Jiu" and made his face black.But this time he didn't lose his temper or sneer. Maybe it was the pain in his bone marrow that made him feel the passing of life so deeply, or maybe it was the fading twilight outside the window that finally reminded him of the past that his conscience should have discovered long ago. He was silent for a while, and finally didn't touch those hurtful words.

"Tonight at twelve o'clock." His calm voice pierced through the electric current and hit Yue Qingyuan's heart, "I'll send what you want to the river bank."

"I want you to be well, don't hide anymore, the police can protect you, everything can be solved—"

"I'll send it to the river." Shen Qingqiu interrupted him, he spoke at full speed, and said word by word, "I and things."

—I send you the bones, and if this is what you want, I will never rest.

He put the phone to his lips and said softly:

"Let's talk about the rest at that time. I won't do it when everything is settled."

Then Yue Qingyuan's nervous voice and the phone were thrown away by him, the sparkling river water outside the car window faded, and the experimental park under the night, the surprise had just revealed a corner.

26

Luo Binghe stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the lounge, the paper dust on the ground was blown up by the stench, and then fell lifelessly all over the ground.

He and Shen Qingqiu had exactly the same thinking, locks are useless, just do what you want, even if you knock out your teeth and swallow your blood, you will suffer both sides, and hiding is useless, if you are frightened, you will lose in terms of momentum.

The place where Shen Qingqiu lived didn't match his elegant demeanor at all, there were almost no personal items in the room, and it was so cold that there was no breath of life.Luo Binghe looked around, didn't touch anything, only went to wash himself in the bathroom.

He cleaned up the blood on his face and hands, took off the short-sleeved lab coat that was soaked in blood and put it on the side of the sink.He looked at himself in the mirror—the black collar on his pale neck like an ugly throat-slit scar—and walked out, opening the closet door without a trace.

But his hand froze.

—a lone bag of clothes hanging in the middle of an empty wardrobe.

Luo Binghe took it out and shook it. It was a slim black shirt and trousers, and even a belt and shoes of the same brand. He felt that Shen Qingqiu should have randomly sent a shopping guide to find a whole set of products that could go out, not even a store. willing to change.

——But the problem is, these clothes with no labels, no matter how you look at them, they don't look like Shen Qingqiu's taste...

When he came back to his senses after thinking about it, the precisely cut size was against the appearance of the young man in the mirror, and he announced the answer he least wanted to admit.

He seemed to be able to see Shen Qingqiu's triumphant, condescending, irritatingly sarcastic eyes.The hypocrite who played with the whole proving ground, the kind that only he could see clearly—he once thought it was a form of possessing him—but in the end, he was played like all self-righteous fools, every step The arrangement was impeccable, every whim was taken care of, but he was the one closest to him, Shen Qingqiu didn't even bother to choose, he could just pick any one, any one, any one, it's stupid It's a pity that the youngsters cultivated into a shocking killer weapon were not selected, and they were piled up in a haphazard manner.

The garb of the outside world is his gift of contempt, a celebration of his having caught at last a speck of dust that the scheme has left behind.

The anger that had been burnt out in an instant burned up, the iron spikes in the internal organs were so red that they would burn through the flesh, and the tyranny calmed down by the blood broke through his last bit of reason in an instant.

It's like a knight fighting off the last head on the battlefield, looking up in the black and white ruins, only to find that the person holding the chess is no longer there——

That is betrayal.Luo Binghe knew that there was also abandonment.

He burned the last bit of soil of existence, while the other party hid in a place where he was never seen again.

I don't know why, but thinking of this, he gradually calmed down.

In other words, a layer of less painful rock crust was temporarily formed in the crater, the monsters in the deep sea were submerged again, the slaughtered wine jar was empty, and a new desire was sealed——

There was a faint sound outside the window, and the shadow of a cat left ears and tail on the glass.Luo Binghe walked over in a relaxed manner, and opened the window casually. The scrawny mutton cat stared at a pair of green eyes, quickly hugged his paw, and arched its back threateningly.

The boy smiled softly.He patted the cat's head tolerantly, then pinched its mouth, and slowly stroked its bony back with his fingertips.

His eyes fell on the solid alloy gate of the testing ground, and he began to calculate how to open it with ease and joy like a child's play.

However, at this moment, the indistinct access control light in the pool of blood suddenly turned green, the door slowly opened to both sides, and the body of the security guard leaning against the door fell on his back, hitting the visitor's feet with a thud.

The man obviously didn't expect such an opening, he froze for a moment, then raised his head, as if he had a tacit understanding, or was extremely familiar, he found his own window from one of the windows without looking.

As soon as Luo Binghe let go, the cat's limp body fell to the ground like a sack.He gently propped up his elbows, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes that was too thick to melt away.The last ray of the setting sun sank in his eyes, and the first ray of wind in the cold night carried his voice.

"You're back." In the shadows he read sweetly, "Shen Qingqiu."

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