Chapter 113: Who do I see?

Xie Qingcheng stiffened slightly.

Eyes opened silently in the darkness.

Naturally he did not want to sleep with He Yu, but he was in such a bad state that he did not want to argue with him.

He Yu felt his suddenly tense body and knew he was still awake, so he whispered in his ear, "Brother, let me squeeze, I'm cold."

"...... said earlier, let you sleep on the bed." Xie Qingcheng wanted to get up.

"Don't you go down there, I'm freezing my ass off."

"......"

"Really, Xie Qingcheng ...... I'll just hug you, I won't do anything."

Xie Qingcheng saw that he really did not have the next move, although he felt that the young man's body is like a furnace, even on his own back is very hot, the so-called "freezing to death" is very much like a lie, but in the end, do not want to say anything more.

Let him be.

Xie Qingcheng closed her eyes again, trying to relax in the warmth that the young man had brought with him as he slept next to her.

After all, He Yu was only twenty years old, and his blood was strong enough. His back was pressed against his chest, and he could feel the boy's heartbeat and heat. Gradually, he was no longer shivering from the cold, and slowly became sleepy.

It is a pity that the body has been loosened up, but the heart can not be loosened up. As soon as Xie Qingcheng fell into the dream, in front of him was Yi Beihai holding up a kitchen knife, tilting his head and laughing madly.

And Qin Ciyan's body fell from the window like a broken puppet ...... falling ......

Suddenly, they transformed into countless floating sea-moon jellyfish, which floated in the setting sun, past cafes and fruit and vegetable stores on the streets of Brooklyn.

The man who was like a father to him walked out of the store holding a paper bag of food, and smiled, "Xiao Xie ah ......"

The smile blurred in the magnificent sunset, which turned into blood, which continued to gush out from under the shattered corpse, and was faded by the rain.

Zhou Muying and Xie Ping lie at the scene of the crash, police cordons drawn up in the pouring rain, the self-starting van involved in the accident burning violently, flames...

The firelight is like a ghost's tongue licking the sky. Inside Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital, Jiang Lanpei hums softly: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the little one, don't tell him ......."

He rushes in, he's too late, and on the floor is the fragmented body of Xie Xue. ......

"Cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

"Xie Qingcheng! Wake up! You wake up!!!"

Peach blossom eyes suddenly opened, the pupil is still tightly contracted, Xie Qingcheng a cold sweat, gasping, lax gaze into He Yu's face.

He Yu leaned over him, propped one hand next to his pillow and patted his face with the other, anxiously, "Wake up, you're having a nightmare."

The nightmare seemed to be continuing, and although Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes, his thoughts were still in a state of confusion.

He looked at He Yu's face close at hand, the feminine and handsome features overlapping with the He Yu of the night of the meeting.

At this moment it was as if he were lying on that black cowhide couch again, and the next moment He Yu would be pouring crimson spirits over his chest.

Xie Qingcheng immediately got up, strong, determined, pushed He Yu away at once.

"Don't touch me, ahem ...... you ...... get away from me."

The body is fragile from illness and dreams, but, the eyes are stern.

Instinctively resist.

"......"

He Yu is not really a good-tempered person, and it would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel bad when his good intentions are rejected by Xie Qingcheng.

But then he saw Xie Qingcheng's pale hands trembling slightly, and even his fingertips were frightened as his face was buried in his palm.

He Yu was suddenly silent.

He knew there had to be a part of him in that nightmare, too.

The boy's face slowly grew somber as he realized that every touch now reminded Xie Qingcheng's subconscious of the things they had once done.

For Xie Qingcheng, those things are undoubtedly memories that he doesn't want to look back on.

Even if he was kind, even if he longed, even if he wanted to hug Xie Qingcheng, to comfort him, Xie Qingcheng could not possibly need it.

His presence seemed to do nothing more than aggravate him.

He Yu's gaze was hot and fiercely helpless, and he just looked at him wordlessly for half a day, and finally pressed down that desire to get close to this man, sank his face, slowly got out of bed, and pushed the door to go out.

Xie Qingcheng sitting alone on the bed, the bed is the warmth of two people outlawed.

That warmth gradually cooled, and he leaned his head back toward the headboard, tilting the fragile lines of his neck, while the man slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't want to care what He Yu was doing out there. It didn't matter if the rabbit was hurt or annoyed with him.

He once thought of giving the last bit of his blood to He Yu, but that night in the clubhouse, it was He Yu himself who poured it out.

Even though they experienced life and death together later, Xie Qingcheng could not accept He Yu as he was in the beginning.

He was never able to accept ......

Xie Qingcheng so alone calmly, but did not expect but how long, the door suddenly "creak" sound again pushed open.

What he didn't expect was that He Yu came in with a glass of water, which was freshly boiled and still smoldering with white smoke.

The boy handed the man the water, "Drink it."

"......"

He Yu lowered his eyes without looking at him and said, "I used to drink a cup of hot water when I was home alone and had bad dreams. It would be much more comfortable."

Indeed.

It's hard to resist a cup of hot water like this on a cold night, in the aftermath of a nightmare.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and finally said thank you, took the cup and took two more white pills from the pill box at the bedside and swallowed them with the hot water.

"Is this the medicine for your mental Ai Bola disorder?"

"Uh-huh." Xie Qingcheng took the medicine and drank a few mouthfuls of water, slowly slowing down, and there was finally some blood color on his lips, he saw He Yu wanting to pick up the pill box and examine it, so he raised his hand to stop him, "It's not the kind you eat. You can't use it."

He Yu : "Are you sure this medicine really works? I think you're still in bad shape."

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"

"...... OK, you're a doctor, OK." He Yu loosened the pillbox and turned to head out again.

Xie Qingcheng: "Going somewhere."

"I see you're so annoyed, waking up in a panic one moment and shivering in the cold the next, I'm not going to serve, I'm going to go outside and look at the stars." He Yu casually threw a lame excuse at him and left.

He Yu obviously isn't going to look at the stars; he's heartbroken and hot.

Xie Qingcheng's startled awakening appearance made him want to embrace this man and comfort him, Xie Qingcheng's unconsciously frowning sword brow slightly trembling appearance in his sleep made him inevitably evoke the little bit of perverted violence desire that he was born with in bed, making him want to fiercely do it with him.

And every time He Yu represses his emotions and deflects strong desires and feelings, his own spirit is damaged in some way.

Internal friction is a very abrasive thing, not to mention that he has to make a very calm appearance in front of Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu walks to an unoccupied part of the field and takes a cold razor blade he carries with him and presses it against his wrist - a scar from a long history of self-torture.

This disease of his, which is either injurious or self-inflicted, can never be quelled without blood and pain as a sacrifice.

He didn't want to hurt Xie Qingcheng right now, because Xie Qingcheng, who was also a Fey Dragon, had already suffered enough injuries, then all he could hurt was ultimately himself.

Blood flowed, but he was growing numb to the pain.

He Yu finally threw down the knife, his slightly spasming hands buried in his dark hair as he clutched his head where it stood, crying out silently with his mind, in agony, but unable to free himself.

He sometimes even wondered if he hadn't done what he did to Xie Qingcheng in the clubhouse, would everything be different now? Will there be a better turnaround?

"Sasha ......"

The night wind echoed on the loess slopes, blowing the withered jujube leaves, and He Yu tried his best to calm his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling of footsteps coming from the distance.

He Yu raised his simmering scarlet eyes and subconsciously looked in the direction the voice came from.

It was a man dressed in red, wrapped in a windbreaker so that he couldn't see his face.

However, looking at the other party's figure, it should be a woman who is on the thin side, and not the housewife of this family's peasant housewife.

The woman approached the house where they had landed furtively, stumbling and hovering at the window, several times standing on tiptoe to look in.

He Yu is a bit stunned--

Because the window she was looking at was the window of the guest room where he and Xie Qingcheng lived!

He Yu settled down and got up immediately.

In this weird Qingli County, it seems that anything can happen. Yi Beihai, Lu Yuzhu, Zhuang Zhiqiang's missing daughter Zhao Xue ...... They all come from here, and Qingli County seems to have an invisible black net, catching all kinds of murders and disappearances. disappearances, and dark forces.

And he and Xie Qingcheng, two outsiders, can't possibly go unnoticed when investigating some clues from the past.

To be honest, he wouldn't be surprised even if someone was ordered to come and finish them off, so ever since they arrived at the border of Qingli County, He Yu's guard was very high, and he remained very vigilant even when he went to sleep.

Yes, he was not afraid to kill or see blood, as long as the other party showed the slightest hint of wanting to make a move, it would be just the right thing to bump into his gun.

--He had a lot of sick tides in his heart to vent.

Those criminals could even open them up and rip out their hearts and lungs if he had to take them on, with the justification of self-defense.

He Yu stared intently at the figure of the woman in red, who had not yet noticed him, and, holding his breath, slowly approached it ......

His scarlet, sickly eyes reflected the woman's sneaky figure, the mantis catching the cicada and the yellow sparrow at the back, He Yu observed her every move. Suddenly--!

The woman put her hands behind her back as if she was going to pull something out.

A series of murderous scenarios, including the Cheng Kang murder, the Canton Tower murder, and later the murder of the cast and crew of The Trial, all flash through He Yu's mind!

Is it a gun?

He was in the dark and she was in the light, and he moved faster than she did. No sooner had the woman's hand touched the hard thing behind her waist than a sharp knife was pressed against the back of her undershirt.

He Yu's icy voice sounded behind her, "Don't move."

The woman's slender body shuddered violently.

Bit by bit, the tip of He Yu's knife slid along her spine, to the hand she had hidden under her windbreaker.

"Put the stuff down."

Woman: "......"

He Yu repeated in a chilling voice, more menacing, "Drop it."

The woman spoke up, "...... Looks like I don't have a choice does it?"

"You don't have a choice."

A moment of silence.

The woman looked like she had judged for herself that in this situation she really had little choice but to do as she was told.

So there was a muffled thud, and the same heavy thing fell to the ground.

It was just too dark for He Yu to see what it was. But he wasn't in a hurry to see it now.

"Very good. Now, hands up and turn around." He ordered.

"......"

"Turn around."

The woman had no choice but to comply with He Yu's request and slowly turned back. In the color of the night, He Yu saw a pair of very familiar eyes - he must have stared at these eyes for a long time somewhere.

"Take off your veil."

"......"

"Hurry up."

A few late-night barks from the distance made a treacherous backdrop for these two men as they confronted each other in the mountain village.

The woman fixed He Yu with those eyes, then slowly raised her hand to the edge of her windproof veil, and then--

She suddenly backhanded a takedown block with surprising strength, pushing He Yu's pressure away with a force that was completely uncharacteristic of a woman her size, and then swept a whip kick across the room, forcing He Yu to pull away from her momentarily. The woman took this opportunity to run forward, and He Yu cursed as he yanked on the corner of her cloak and robe.

The woman hissed, "Let go!"

He Yu didn't let go, the corners of her robe were torn under the fierce tugging of both of them, and the excessive force exposed her face.

Sparing He Yu a million guesses in his mind, and then being calm and undaunted by all kinds of murderers, he was still stunned for a moment when the hazy light spilled over the woman's face -