black tower

As the screen of the main console showed that Han Jun's condition had gradually stabilized, Zhao Hongguang took off the closed hood on the opponent's head.

The effect of the sedative was still going on, Han Jun didn't intend to wake up, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned because of the pain just now.

It was hard for Zhao Hongguang to believe that the painful and weak man in front of him was Han Jun who joked and joked with him when he was sober. Maybe the other party was just used to hiding the pain behind those casual jokes.

After the straitjacket was taken off, the smell of hot sweat on Han Jun's body became much more obvious. Just by smelling this smell, Zhao Hongguang understood that Han Jun's so-called treatment in the black tower was nothing more than A long prison and torture, perhaps those prisoners who were actually imprisoned in the black tower had a more comfortable life than the other party.

Thinking of what Lin Shaoan said before, Zhao Hongguang's heart throbbed. Of course he didn't want to admit that the other party was right—this might be Han Jun's last chance to be cleaned in his life, but as far as the current As far as the situation is concerned, he must also be prepared for the failure of counseling, and Han Jun has to accept the psychological preparation of euthanasia.A person's death is the same as birth, it is the most important moment in life, Zhao Hongguang felt that he had to reserve enough dignity for Han Jun as a human being.

He took down the flushing device hanging on the wall, the operation method is very simple, only one button is needed, and hot water will be sprayed out continuously.

There is no bedding on the metal medical bed, just a button is needed, and the drainage holes on both sides of the bed will actively suck away the accumulated water on the bed, and then they will be transformed into drying air holes, absorbing the excess water on the patient's body transpiration.There was no shower gel in the room, Zhao Hongguang could only simply wash Han Jun's body, for a moment, he felt a bit like a butcher working for a slaughterhouse.

Perhaps it was because water accidentally splashed on his face while rinsing, or the effect of the sedative gradually passed. After Zhao Hongguang carefully rinsed Han Jun twice, the other party suddenly woke up moaning.

"Hmm..." Han Jun opened his eyes with difficulty, and the long-lost refreshing feeling made him feel a little better.

Fat Jiu, who was obediently standing on Zhao Hongguang's shoulder, noticed Han Jun's movement, and immediately flew over and stepped on the other's forehead, stretched out his round head and stared curiously at the pair of dark pupils.

"I'm sick again?" Han Jun's voice was weak and hoarse. When Zhao Hongguang directly touched his severely damaged mental barrier, every nerve in his body, including every nerve in his brain, seemed to be overwhelmed. It seemed that the severe burning pain caused his breathing to stop unconsciously, so that after he regained consciousness, the chilling burning pain still made him feel lingering, and Han Jun only thought it was just madness. sequelae of the disease.

"After all, you haven't fully recovered yet. It's normal to have seizures. Dr. Lin came over just now, and he finally allowed me to wash your body." Zhao Hongguang didn't dare to tell Han Jun the truth directly. He concealed his uneasiness in his heart and continued to wash Han Jun's legs carefully. The hair on Han Jun's legs was thick and flamboyant, but gradually became docile under the washing of the water.

"That devil would be so kind?" Han Jun chuckled, and soon he frowned again because of the intense burning pain in his spiritual sea. Although his spiritual sea had been burning before, but this time The pain in his body was much more intense, as if his brain had been touched.Han Jun had some doubts in his heart. He gritted his teeth lightly and quietly looked at Zhao Hongguang who was washing his body. sadness.

"By the way, what's your name, kid? I'm sorry, my memory has deteriorated a lot these years." Han Jun finally didn't say anything that might make the young guide in front of him even more sad. In this world, no one should hurt.

"Zhao Hongguang. Just call me Xiaoguang." Zhao Hongguang quickly answered Han Jun.

"How old are you?" Han Jun's tone gradually relaxed, after all, he was used to enduring pain.

"I am 23 years old. I have just passed the advanced assessment and have not been officially assigned a position." Zhao Hongguang said frankly about himself. He knew very well that he was 23 years old and had no mission experience. There is indeed a kid in front of you.

Han Jun closed his eyes slightly. He tried hard to recall what he was doing when he was 23 years old, but there were only some fragments in his memory, and many faces flashed indistinctly in those fragments.

Seeing that Han Jun didn't speak, Zhao Hongguang had no choice but to take the initiative to chat with him: "After the advanced assessment is completed, the guide will usually check in advance what matching sentries are in the lower tower area. After all, this is related to our future work. Even life. I didn't expect that the sentry with the highest matching degree with me would be you—the legend of the Saint Nelensa Tower District."

Zhao Hongguang's words are full of admiration for Han Jun. After all, he has seen Han Jun's majesty with his own eyes, and even felt the other party's tenderness.

Han Jun tugged at the belts that bound his hands, and laughed lightly at himself: "I'm so sorry, I let you see a legend with no clothes on and a bare butt."

"No, that's not the case..." Zhao Hongguang hastily denied it. When he felt his throat heat up, he quickly took out the combined heat inhibitor that Natasha had given him before and stuffed it into his mouth. He almost forgot to keep on time. Medication.Although Han Jun is a sick sentinel, for Zhao Hongguang who has never had a physical bond with any sentry, the other party is like a time bomb, which may detonate his bonding fever at any time.

"I asked my mother to make omelet rice. If there is no accident, it will be delivered tomorrow. You can try it then." After Zhao Hongguang swallowed the inhibitor, he was afraid that Han Jun would ask something too personal, so he hurriedly switched topic.

"Bath, omelet rice. You really have a heart, Xiaoguang." Han Jun nodded lightly. Now he is more sure of his situation. Once a person is satisfied with what he wants to do before dying, then It means that the person can die in peace.However, the last thing he wants to do is of course more than these two.

"Chirp." Fat Chirp was still persistently standing on Han Jun's head. It was uncharacteristically docile, and even took the initiative to comb Han Jun's messy temple hair with his mouth.

Looking at this naughty little bird, Han Jun thought about what he wanted to do next.

"Have you ever flown by plane?" Han Jun asked bluntly about Zhao Hongguang who wiped his body inch by inch with a towel.

Zhao Hongguang did not choose to use the drying equipment in the end, because he thought that in Han Jun's current state, the high temperature would only make him feel painful.

At the age of eight, Zhao Hongguang awakened as a guide and was taken to the tower area to start a boarding life. Because of the small number of guides, they are more valued by the tower area. Often the sentries are crowded in a room of eight, but the guides can Enjoy the luxurious treatment of a suite for two.However, it is enough for two boys to live together. They will learn many things from each other that cannot be learned in textbooks, and even experience that parents are ashamed to speak.

Although Zhao Hongguang claims to listen to his mother and not have sex with his lover until he is officially married, before that, as a young man with a normal body, proper self-expression is also essential.

"En." Zhao Hongguang nodded embarrassedly. Han Jun's sudden little problem finally took him away from a certain kind of sad mood for the time being.

"Hahahahaha..." Han Jun squinted his eyes and smiled, "I really envy you, look at me... I can't even control my own hands. The medical staff in the black tower are afraid that I will go crazy and hurt others, so they always They all tied me up and used drugs to maintain my muscles and dredge my blood. They put a lot of thought into me and did a lot of work, and I am very grateful for their efforts." Han Jun tugged the band that bound his wrist again , now he has no strength to break these damn straps.

"But I still want to fuck. I'm a sick man, and I'm a man."

Han Jun grinned, and glanced down. He said this sentence to Zhao Hongguang, and it must be one of his dying wishes.