[Acupoint Wine Opening Scoop] The Seven Deadly Sins of Inmates

Anaido couldn't remember how many times he raised his eyes to look at the person on the recliner, and the result every time was as he expected.

There are still remnants of grit on the leather backrest, golden yellow, delicate, like a layer of mist, very close to the person's light pink hair, just a slight gust of wind can seep into the temples, dyeing it into a cloudy brown ash.

[No, this is not what I want to see. ]

Anaito leaned on the side of the handrail, stretched out a hand, but stopped very close to Sakaito, barely brushing the tips of his ears that were red from dehydration due to high heat, and gently brushed away the gravel on the side.Then stay there for a long time, until it leaves deep sweat stains, flowing along the grain of the leather material, sinking into the shadow of the neck.

[What am I doing here? Anaido blinked, surprised by his actions, but he didn't want to deny it. It seemed that the nerves governing the movement center had long been torn by the rotating metal, and turned into debris, meaningless fragments—no, not motor nerves, It's about this person's cerebral cortex, which has been crushed, evaporated, turned into gravel, into twisting sweat, into spurts of blood...

A sudden impulse enveloped the man in the middle of the desert. Anaido quietly stared at Sakaito who was lying on the chair, seeing his closed eyes, hair mixed with gravel, tight lips, and a stretched brow. In seconds, it clustered high, and the liquid overflowing from the corners of the eyes was clear and transparent.It seems that Sakaido is experiencing a real dream.

[What did you dream about, and what do you want to keep? ]

Anaido wanted to grab his collar and shake him, pinch his neck and force him to tell the content of the dream in the pain of suffocation, who he dreamed of, who he smiled for and who she shed tears for, and laughed and said something deeper The answer, as the reasoning of the real detective, and then tear this man into pieces, with flesh and blood as the seal of closing the case;

But the other half, Anajingo, wanted to smooth the frown, just as he almost touched the flexible, red ear tips just now, and even stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick away the tears from the corners of his eyes, as if that was the only rain in the desert.

The hole in the top of his head was aching, and the man clicked his tongue. The thought of splitting almost tore his forehead lobe in two, and the flesh in two.

Just like Sakaido once did.

The vulture hawk hovering above his head smelled the smell of carrion and let out a sharp howl.

Can't think about it anymore.Anaito forced himself to stand up, and carved numbers on the back of the chair with stones. They were irregular and hidden the deepest secrets. He knew this already, earlier than Haru, and earlier than the detectives. , even earlier than those things.

They came following the scent and gathered beside the man named Ming Piaoqiu, waiting for him to be dying, waiting for him to fight back, so that they could devour him from the skin to the bones.

[But he is mine, every drop of blood and every tear is mine, he is my food. ]

Anaito threw the stone in his hand towards the black shadow hovering in the sky, and heard a sharp wail, and raised the corners of his mouth.Stretching out his hand to put it on Anuido's chest, he could feel the slight ups and downs under his palm, which was very clear through the material of the cloth, as if he was holding a butterfly and flapping its wings at his fingertips.It is very sad that such a fresh life is struggling in the spider web of past dreams.

He lowered his body and got close to the protruding nostrils of the other. The two of them were so close that they almost breathed each other's breath. The scorching hot wind blew over, pierced through the hole in the back of the man's head, and then came out from the front.

Looking at the ignorant man in front of him, Anaido suddenly felt extremely anxious, as if his remaining sanity had been taken away by the hot wind just now. He didn't want to pretend to be foolish anymore, he didn't want to call Sakaido brothers, and he didn't want to maintain a proper relationship. Humorous and caring, not even willing to enjoy the mystery unraveling 10 minutes later - the new flame is about to engulf the detective.

Anaito wanted to strip Sakaito, who had fallen into a dream, and bound his hands and feet with a dried scarf and that dirty ginger-colored cloth, and bent him like a shrimp, exposing his slender calves and ankles , as a male, Sakaido's hands and feet are obviously too slender, and they seem to be easily broken. There is no doubt about this, and he stole that part of the wrist when they met for the first time.Then how to do it?By the way, he had to caress the raised cervical vertebrae, like undulating piano keys. From the back of his neck that was exposed when Sakaito lowered his head for the first time, he knew what kind of movement this body could play.

All the way down the spine... the roof-like ribs wrap the heart, the bird-like lung lobes, the flexible trachea and diaphragm, like a gray-white and blood-red tree, moist and soft.Too long in the desert, too long in time, he was so thirsty and hot, he wanted to get into the shade of any tree, it would be best to drink the sweet sap... His breathing became short of breath, and Uraito opened his eyes. His eyes widened, and he held back desperately, not rubbing the bulge on the sleeping man's body.

But in his fantasy, he did so. When he saw every subtle expression on Sakaito's face, the undisguised joy, the fluttering of the nose, and even the twitching of the corners of the eyes, he knew the man who fell into the dream What is going on.

Of course it was with his wife. In their bedroom and their bed at home, the curtains were drawn tightly and the door was shut, but the girl in the other room still covered her ears with pillows, imagining that she would There won't be another brother or sister... What the hell are you dreaming about, Sakaido?

Anaido still stretched out his hand to the zipper, the flames had already burned him, but the only tear that could put out the fire was not shed for him.

A deep roar came from his throat, the longing for pain overwhelmed everything, Anaito almost blasphemed himself as if venting.He wanted to walk down the pale spine, to the waist, to the knees, and to the gap between the toes. He wanted to dye all the people in front of him with his own scent, swearing his sovereignty like a carnivore, like a black creature crawling on the ground. goat.

But he can't, at least not now.The final collapse has not yet come, he must hide his desire.

Sakaito still had his eyes closed, showing a happy smile. Anaito cursed, climbed up on the seat, propped himself on top of him, watched his sleeping face, and stuffed his aching dick into his warm neck Anyway, a scarf with urine stains will always smell fishy if worn for a long time.

But the more he looked at this face, the angrier he became, until the white light flashed in his mind, Anaido didn't understand why he was so angry.He tore off the coat on top of his head, wiped Sakaito's messy face carefully, and rubbed the clothes with sand until there was no trace left.

He got off the chair panting, thankfully the quality of the equipment was not crushed by the weight of the two people.But the fire was still burning in his heart, and the pleasure could not be extinguished, but made it burn more and more vigorously. Anaito grinded his teeth, but he couldn't do anything to Sakaito at this moment. Wake up from Asuka's dream, so that the fermented pain is more mellow.

After staring at the man in front of him for a while, Anaito turned and walked towards the sandpit not far away, where another Sakaito was sleeping, and he knew from the beginning that there was no failed experiment that woke up from the dream.

The dry skin cracked, exposing the air-dried muscle fibers, and the lenses in the eyeballs had long since shrunk, turning into dry grapes, hanging in the empty eye sockets.Anaido didn't dislike it at all, grabbed the corpse's wrist and slowly dragged him out, holding him carefully in his arms, like hugging a piece of fragile porcelain.

"Long time no see." He said softly.

Of course there was no answer, the dead Sakaito just looked at Anaido with his empty eye sockets open, if he was still alive, he must wonder why the man in front of him had such sad eyes.

Anaito lowered his head and kissed the dry eyeballs, the skin on his lips had peeled off, so one kiss after another fell on the hard teeth.The fragile spine supports the neck with only a layer of skin left. He can only bury his cheeks carefully. The skin touched by the tip of his nose is dry and cold, like old rice paper, which can only be moistened with kisses until his chest The big hole in it—empty inside.

He smacked his lips, put his hand in, and touched the protruding spine. The dried ribs were like a cage, and he locked his palm inside to replace the heart. something instead.

A family portrait.

Finally, a kiss was placed on the cheek of the corpse. Anaito put the photo in his pocket, put it back in the sandpit, watched the quicksand slowly submerge it, and then slowly turned around and walked towards the device behind the dune.

The time limit of 10 minutes is coming up, he must wake up the current Sakaido, no, he should be called Naruto, in that dream he never forgot his past, just like himself.Anauito raised the corners of his mouth, traced the arc of the other person's mouth with his fingers, and finally stayed at the corners of his eyes.

is bitter.

"Wake up, my sleeping beauty, the prince is here to save you."

One second before pressing the escape button, Anaito leaned down and kissed the sleeping man's lips.

TBC

Note: For some well-known reasons, there will be typos in the text.