Lucid dreaming

He didn't recognize it was him and Ke Xi at first, but felt that these two indecent people were mysteriously familiar.When he fully recognized the person in the photo, it was like a volcano of disgust and anger erupted in his lower abdomen.

Li Zhaowei threw the photo on the coffee table and grabbed Du Hang by the collar.Du Hang was so strangled by him that he patted the back of his arm in protest.Li Zhaowei couldn't care less about this, he only heard his voice hoarse from excitement: "Fuck! You're on the horse!"

Du Hang's face turned crimson, and he still managed to force a smile, and said hoarsely from the corner of his mouth: "Notarized documents, you two little lovers."

Li Zhaowei pushed him hard on the sofa, put one hand under his throat, wishing to strangle him to death on the spot, Du Hang fell on the sofa, gasping horribly from his throat, with a distorted smile still on his face .

Behind Li Zhaowei, Ke Xi walked over quietly, reached out to pick up the photos, flipped through them one by one, his eyes flickered with each photo, his face became paler and paler, and suddenly he let out a little surprise and said, "That's not right." ...this photo..."

He suddenly noticed that Li Zhaowei was about to strangle Du Hang to death, so he hurriedly dropped the photo and came up to break Li Zhaowei's wrist.After all, Ke Xi was also a boy, his slender fingers were like iron bars when he exerted force, and his other hand hugged Li Zhaowei's waist tightly, pushing him back.

The knife in Li Zhaowei's hand fell on the sofa, making a slight sound.Ke Xi lowered his head and saw the table knife, his face turned livid immediately, and with more strength, he shouted: "Brother Yan, you can't do it anymore!"

Li Zhaowei let go of Du Hang.Du Hang breathed a sigh of relief, touched his throat, panting like a bellows.Ke Xi stood between Li Zhaowei and Du Hang, turned his back to Du Hang, and pushed Li Zhaowei hard: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, you must never..."

His voice suddenly froze and turned into a "click", and his eyes opened wide.Behind him, Du Hang let go of his hand, and the table knife he picked up fell vertically, first hit the coffee table with a "click", and then fell silently on the soft carpet.

The table knife is dull, but if it is aimed squarely at the spine, it will still bring an impact no less than a sharp edge.

Du Hang grabbed the photo three times and rushed to the door. Li Zhaowei chased after him as if waking up from a dream. Just as his finger touched Du Hang's back, Du Hang suddenly slid sideways like a loach. Li Zhaowei caught nothing and hit the door Come on, make a loud noise.

Du Hang rushed back to the middle of the living room, quickly picked up a small black thing on the carpet, held it tightly in his hands, rushed back, grabbed Li Zhaowei's clothes, pushed him aside, and opened the security door.

The moment the door was pushed open, a strong wind rose straight from the corridor and blew through the entire room. The exercise book that Li Zhaowei threw in the living room rattled in the wind. The sudden gust of wind made Li Zhaowei short of breath. After a pause, Du Hang had already ran out of the room, opened the safe passage, and slipped in.

There was another gust of wind, and the vase on the shelf fell down with a bang and rolled onto the carpet. Fortunately, Li Zhaowei was too lazy to buy real flowers. The vase was filled with a fake flower, which did not make the floor full of water. The fake red The rose rolled on the ground, still beautiful and beautiful.

Li Zhaowei slammed the door and rushed into the safe passage. After running a few floors, he suddenly remembered that he could take the elevator, turned over and ran out to wait for the elevator, only to see that both elevators were heading downstairs.It is estimated that Du Hang also reacted and snatched one of them.Li Zhaowei wavered from side to side, not knowing whether to run down the stairs or take the elevator.

He only hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the elevator had reached the fourteenth floor, he pushed the emergency exit again, and ran down the stairs in three steps.

When I ran to the front desk on the first floor, the wind was louder, and it seemed that the sky and the earth were about to reverse.Du Hang was nowhere to be seen.There will be no taxis to pick up people in this kind of weather. There is only one bus that can leave Moon City, and the stop is not far from here.Li Zhaowei pushed open two heavy glass doors, and the oncoming wind almost blew his whole body into the air.

But he couldn't just let Du Hang go.

He gritted his teeth, pressed the car key, and the car parked in the roadside parking space beeped twice.Just as he got into the driver's seat, a cardboard box flew straight up for nine days with the wind in front of his eyes.

Li Zhaowei started the car, the body vibrated, and the branches and leaves of the big tree outside the car danced wildly in the air like branches.He had just driven out of Moon City and onto the main road when there was a thunder in the sky.Raindrops the size of longan slammed down.

Li Zhaowei turned on the windshield wipers, and the rain on the front window was flaked like someone pouring water on the roof of the car. The windshield wipers didn't serve any purpose at all, and swayed on the window glass in vain.

He still didn't see Du Hang.

In such weather, the bus is probably on holiday. Why did Du Hang say to take the bus?

Doubt and fear are growing.This was the first time he felt that the car was as thin as a toy, and it seemed that it would be overturned by mineral powder at any time.He tried to turn, and the wheels kept slipping in the rain. The road was flooded so quickly, and he was a fake driver who had never had a driver's license.

He suddenly remembered what Du Hang rushed back to the living room to pick up, which seemed to be a small earphone.

An idea was about to come out of his mind.

A huge object fell from the sky, Li Zhaowei turned sharply, and the front glass collided with the object.It turned out to be the cardboard box just now.In an instant, the car body shook wildly, and the front of the car made a loud noise like an explosion. Li Zhaowei threw himself forward involuntarily, and hit the steering wheel hard with his forehead.

It seemed that there were countless Africans playing waist drums around him, and there was always an extremely dense sound surrounding him.

Li Zhaowei slowly opened his eyes.Strips of bright red and rich blood flowed from the window.

He calmed down, every joint was in intense pain, but he didn't know what happened, his brain was like a worm surrounded by ants, spinning round and round in the fierce encirclement.The red in front of my eyes is sometimes bright and sometimes blurred.

He stretched out his hand slowly, and this simple movement caused severe pain in his shoulder.

It was not the Africans playing waist drums, but the sound of heavy rain.

In the sound of rain, he couldn't tell if he had tinnitus.

He was still stuck in the rain, and his car crashed into a tree trunk, his fingers were red with blood.

Memories are broken into countless discontinuous fragments like a car accident.Only that day is so clear.

The second knife stabbed, Zhou Mingyuan's blood rushed out, staining his white Paul Smith shirt red, and he curled up like a shrimp, his forehead touched Li Zhaowei's chest.

In the air full of the smell of dust and rain, there was a sweet, slightly fishy smell, and a faint scent of verbena shampoo.

The handle is hot and slippery.

Li Zhaowei knew that he had not let go of the handle of the knife, and kept looking at Zhou Mingyuan's curled up body.The bloody hand grips the knife tightly, killing a man like a dog.But the strange thing is that in the memory, the sound of a sharp knife falling to the ground gradually resounded.

That was impossible, because it was raining so heavily that day, the strong wind was wrapped in torrential rain, and a thin layer of rainwater accumulated in the open corridor.The sharp knife will not make any sound when it hits the ground.But the voice resounded firmly, and he even felt spots of wetness on his ankles, which were tiny splashes of water from the sharp knife.

He kept holding the knife.

No matter when his classmates were screaming and running around, or when countless teachers, directors, and school police rushed up, he always held the knife.In his memory, the handle of the knife was warmed by his body temperature, and the handle was hot and slippery, as if holding a certain part of the secret feeling.But the knife finally disappeared.He didn't know who and when, gently took away the murder weapon that proved everything from his hand.

The riot lasted for a long time, but in the end no one called the police. Although Mr. Li was not in the country, he immediately sent a confidant to protect his eldest son and appease Zhou Mingyuan's parents.

He can now see Zhou Mingyuan lying in the rain in the corridor, the blood stained his shirt and the stagnant water under his body red, his black hair was wet, sticking to his face in strands.

But that face was not Zhou Mingyuan, but his beloved Ke Xi.

Li Zhaowei walked into the lobby of S16 with difficulty.The hall was exactly as he had left it, empty.Li Zhaowei shuffled towards the elevator, his whole body was drenched, and every step left a wet footprint.

In the elevator he kept shaking.Because of the cold, but also because of worry.

Mr. Li's opinion is still second.He knew that Mr. Li liked him very much, although he didn't understand where this love came from.In terms of similarity, he felt that Li Zhaomin and Mr. Li were more similar.

I heard from my mother that Mr. Li loves him because he has the temperament of Mr. Li when he was young.He didn't even know what the phrase meant.If insanity is a kind of temperament, then he is probably blue out of blue.

Because he likes him, Mr. Li tolerates all his mistakes like a real father.But this time, I probably caused a big disaster, and I can't tolerate any liking.

The crash cleared his mind, and a question that he hadn't thought about before came up.

Why did Du Hang show up at his door?

The entrance elevator can only be entered by swiping the door card, otherwise it can only wait in the lobby.Every time he ordered takeaway, he had to go downstairs to the sofa in the lobby to find the delivery boy.This question was easy to think of, but seeing Du Hang, who was completely unexpected, and listening to him talk about a lot of household registration, photos and other things, he completely forgot this biggest question.

Du Hang must have obtained the key card. The question is, who gave him the key card?As far as he knew, the only ones with key cards were him and Kosh.

He definitely didn't give the key card to Du Hang, could it be Ke Xi?

But why?

If it was Ke Xi, how could he have such realistic acting skills, completely unaware, full of pain, like seeing a long-buried skeleton in a closet.

The elevator door opened slowly. Li Zhaowei stepped out of the elevator, hesitated for a moment in front of the door of his own room, slowly took out the key, and pushed the door open.

The room was dark.The only source of light was the French windows with the curtains only half drawn.It was pouring rain outside, and the rain formed a small curtain of water on the window.

Ke Xi sat on the carpet with his head leaning back on the sofa, his pale profile seemed to be able to emit a white light in the room like a water curtain hole.

Li Zhaowei closed the door casually, but without any strength in his hand, the door was blown shut by the wind, making a bang.

Opening the door, entering the room, closing the door, these sounds didn't affect Kosh's meditation at all.His eyes were still half-closed, staring blankly at the storage screen opposite.

Li Zhaowei glanced at the screen and found nothing unusual.He walked to Kosi's side and squatted down slowly, with his slow movements, the joints of his body were creaking.He leaned on the sofa to support his unstable legs, and asked softly, "What are you looking at? Huh?"

Ke Xi still maintained that stiff posture and did not answer him.

Li Zhaowei's thigh muscles were so sore that he could not support his body, he slid down and knelt on the ground like a non-standard duck leg.The rug supported him softly and warmly.

The knee touched Kosi's body, the temperature of the body was surprisingly hot, but the hotness was mixed with a little hardness and coldness.He looked down and saw that Kosi's right hand was spread out on the carpet, holding a round and hard stainless steel bottle in his hand.

It's a cream gun.