Detailed report on your death

The appointment was at a golf club on the outskirts of the city. When Qin Zheng arrived, the other party hadn't arrived yet, so he asked him to wait.

This is a membership system, Qin Zheng didn't register for the club, so he couldn't get in, so he could only read magazines in the service center and wait, but he didn't expect to meet Jiang Long who was dressed in business-casual attire.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Long was fully alert when he saw him, "Isn't it because I heard that Mr. Guan is here to meet guests today, so you came here to block people?"

"I'm waiting for someone, you go away!" Qin Zheng was not in the mood to fight with him, and when he heard that Guan Yuli was coming, he was in a mess.

In the quiet service center, the voices of the two were very clear. The girls at the service desk all looked over here, and Qin Zheng looked away guiltily.

"Hmph!" Jiang Long didn't leave, but sat down beside him, just in time to help him block the service desk, "You still know how to lose face?"

Qin Zheng was sitting on pins and needles, thinking that he should be able to avoid Guan Yuli by leaving now, but if he left, his impression of the other company would be greatly reduced.

"I advise you to leave now, don't wait until later it won't look good." Jiang Long glanced at him in disgust, "But it's probably too late for you to leave now, Mr. Guan's car has already arrived."

Qin Zheng suddenly stood up, and Jiang Long held a card in his hand, shaking it in front of his eyes, "My membership card, if you promise not to appear in front of Mr. Guan from today onwards, I will lend it to you Go to the locker room, there is a full set of casual clothes."

"I promise you." Qin Zheng almost didn't think about it, took the card and left.

If he had more or less true temperament in front of Guan Yuli before, then after going through this period of repression, his fear of Guan Yuli has penetrated deep into his bones.

That person doesn't need to cause him any physical harm, just a word or a look can make him feel badly hurt, and there is nothing worse than the fear of death.

The locker room was very quiet, and Jiang Long's closet did have a set of casual clothes, even a baseball cap and sunglasses.

He changed his polo shirt and just put on his coat, when he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, sometimes a sound that he will never forget in his life.

"...In fact, there are cases like Xiao Qinzheng who have a short-term sobriety. According to the case of brain research in my country, the chances of successful recovery in the end are very high."

Xiao Qinzheng! ?

The name made Qin Zheng's mind explode, and his eyes turned black.

He's not dead, he's not dead...

"I don't know whether all the doctors in the United States are Mongolian doctors or my mother is acting as a hindrance. Damn, I have never heard of a vegetative person who can go into a coma again after waking up."

"This kind of situation is not unusual, don't wrong Aunt Guan."

"Anyway, Qin Zheng has finally picked it up now, you have to promise me to wake him up."

"You are such a scoundrel. Xiao Qinzheng has been in a coma for eight years. If he really wakes up and finds out that you have found a substitute, he is so proud and arrogant. Maybe he will faint again from your anger."

"Can you wait for something good?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I have a measure, don't worry about it."

The two people who were talking came and went in a hurry. In just a few minutes, Qin Zheng seemed to have experienced life and death.

The stage name Guan Yuli gave him - let's call it Qin Zheng, it sounds educated, much more classy than your Li Bo.

He was so happy at the time, he didn't realize that being uneducated was terrible, he thought that everything Guan Yuli said was right, that Li Bo was the code name of the first person in the road, Qin Zheng was so tall.

He practiced these two characters with a notebook every day. There were too many strokes in the characters, and he couldn't practice them well, so Guan Yuli taught them by hand.

——What does the sign mean?There are too many strokes, why not use a simple word?

——This word is very good, the mountains are high and steep, and the youth is so majestic.

——It’s better to use Zhengrong Zheng.

——There is a difference between high and low, and there must be a distinction between true and false.

Guan Yuli's words were unclear, and Qin Zheng didn't know what the difference between high and low meant until a long time later.

Qin Zheng was in the small dressing room, his mind was blank, he was in a state of withdrawal, and he leaned against the wall and slowly became tired.

It took me a long time to wake up...how could I be sitting on the ground?It was only when I saw the shoes next to my feet that I remembered, oh, he is going to change his shoes.

The shoes were lace-up, and he tried his best to put them on, but the shoes were against him, they couldn't get in if they were half worn.

Fuck-he-what the fuck!

"Hold!"

The shoe hit the wall partition with a loud bang.

"Hold!"

He vented in a hoarse voice, picked up the other one, and violently tore off the shoelaces, completely forgetting that he was still wearing his own leather shoes.The eyelids were covered with some hot liquid, and he didn't bother to wipe it off. He still couldn't believe it, and he couldn't conquer anything under his feet!

He wrestled with the shoes dazedly, and it turned out that things that were stepped on the soles of his feet could laugh at him and poke his middle finger.

The shoes rolled from his hands and fell to the ground.

There were bursts of miserable laughter from the empty locker room.

Qin Zheng, you are just a few things. You are not even as good as the shoes under your feet. You have been blind for half your life because of wishful thinking. Why bother.

He thought that the person who passed away was buried in a piece of pure land in Guan Yuli's heart. He thought that no matter how bastard and wicked Guan Yuli was, at least there would be such a clean place that no one could match.

But the man is still alive.

So all the excuses I made for his messy private life are not valid?That person is alive, what reason does he have to "indulge himself in despair"?Is there any reason to tie a double by your side?The man he loves is still alive! ! !

These people are horrible and disgusting.

He has to get out of here, get out of here, it's fucking disgusting!

The sun was shining brightly outside the club, and the ultraviolet rays penetrated the sunglasses as if they had substance. The chaotic eyes were pierced by the strong light and couldn't be opened. The black, white and various colors in front of the eyes merged together, like a noisy screen signal interruption Noisy, he dragged his feet in a daze, walking forward aimlessly.

He was deaf to the ear-piercing screeching of the tires rubbing against the asphalt road. Someone pulled his arm and pushed him into the car. He finally burst into tears amidst all kinds of obscene insults.

……

Before Xiao Qinzheng fell into a coma, his appearance was somewhere between handsome and beautiful, handsome but not ostentatious, beautiful but not girly.For Guan Yuli, who is naturally gay, meeting such a person who satisfies his view on mate selection is like a godsend, the key is that Xiao Qinzheng is not straightforward.

On the other hand, Qin Zheng's appearance is a bit too beautiful. The first time he saw Qin Zheng was on the street, Guan Yuli was sitting in the car waiting for a red light, and at that one glance, he was pretty hard.

In summer, the scorching air outside the carriage wrapped the child leisurely. The upper body was wearing a vest, but it was hard to tell whether it was wet or not. I could only see that the pants were soaked and stuck to the body. It was too hot. He raised his head and wiped his sweat, and the graceful curvature of his neck jumped into Guan Yuli's eyes. This scene was no less visually impactful than a 3-D action movie. The child then did a lip-licking After the action, Guan Yuli knew that a good teenager would not escape being harmed by himself after all.

Guan Yuli hasn't had a close look at Xiao Qinzheng's appearance for three years. This man, as long as he is tortured in the hospital bed for a year or so, even his handsome appearance will be disabled, let alone eight years.

Then whoever said that loving one is loving all of him, all-he-mother-fart-talk!

Anyway, just lying on the hospital bed, it’s impossible for him to talk about his first love complex or love to go back and forth. , it is too cheap.

Fuck you, you won't have a back pain when you stand and talk, I'm not a preservative, let alone a plastic wrap, there is no such thing as a shelf life of love in this world.

Well, don't fall in love with the bastard, then the problem comes again, why are you so eager to get him back?

Hey, no matter how cheap this person is, at least he has loved him sincerely, and lying in bed for so many years can be regarded as his disaster.

How outstanding Xiao Qinzheng was in his eyes at the beginning, now it hurts so much to see him like this, if he can wake up, he must treat him well for the rest of his life, if he can't wake up, then guard him for the rest of his life to redeem his sins.

By the way, there is also Qin Zheng...

Qin Zheng's poor boy was troubled, but now that he took a step back and changed to a lover-like model, he should be willing to accept it.

That kid is stubborn, he has to be equal and sincere with him, tsk, is it possible?

Even if Qin Zheng met in his adolescence when he was full of emotions, he might not be able to appreciate him. What he likes is Xiao Qinzheng who is so good, who can have common topics with him, and can go forward side by side. Even in a same-sex relationship, he can With the shot.

"Mr. Guan." Someone knocked on the door outside the ward, and was signaled to push the door open. He said in a deep voice, "Assistant Jiang said that an unknown email was received in the public mailbox, and I need you to look at it."

……

It's black and you can't see anything.

The slight movement of lifting the eyelids can actually pull the painful nerves of the entire scalp, especially the back of the head, which is like tearing pain.

Qin Zheng, who had experienced a similar encounter once, was more or less vigilant. He remained motionless, forcing his chaotic brain to quiet down, and using his five senses to understand his situation.

The micro-expression of opening his eyes pulled his scalp because he was wearing an eye mask, and the back of his head must have been hit hard. Fortunately, it was a traumatic injury, otherwise he wouldn't be able to wake up now.

The air he breathes has a certain smell of motor oil, which is very light, as if it has evaporated, and the only remaining aftertaste is suspended in the air, an auto repair shop?

No, no, the repair shop will not only have this kind of lubricating oil smell.

Where is this place?

He was lying on his back, his limbs, waist and neck were fixed by belts, the cushion under his body was moderately soft and hard, and the friction of the clothes produced a different touch from the sheets, smooth and coarse, more like leather—a training bed! ! ! ?

This cognition was like a heavy hammer, and Qin Zheng's brain hummed for a moment. The experience of being attacked three years ago, together with his expectation and love for Guan Yuli, were deliberately buried deeply.He optimistically believed that that incident could be used as an opportunity for him to give up Guan Yuli.

However, the various facts he experienced today told him that his bad luck did not end.Like a movie rewinding, the scene reappears.He blindly thought that if he unilaterally gave up Guan Yuli, he would be able to return to tranquility, with a foot of sunshine above his head, but he never expected that hell was behind him.

Gao Jianxin raised his chin slightly facing the camera, and the tune-teacher on the other end of the terminal received the signal and nodded in acceptance.

Qin Zheng heard the sound of the rubber outsole of the leather boots stepping on the carpet. His vision was deprived, his limbs were bound, and he was like a sacrifice waiting to be slaughtered. Any small sound that did not belong to him was like a hint before Ling Chi, He tensed his body nervously, and asked hoarsely, "Who?"

What answered him was the icy start-up sound of the machine, the bed under him was raised in a positive direction, the whole person stood upright, and his senses became clearer. He could almost smell the hot and humid breath of the other party, so close at hand.

"Who are you... Mmmm! Mmmmm!!!"

A spherical gag was stuffed into his mouth, and before he had time to fear, the hem of his clothes tied in his belt was pulled out. The slightly cool air and fear made his skin shudder immediately.

The scissors ignored the unnecessary protests from the nasal cavity, clicked, clicked, and cut the fabric slowly. After a while, the polo shirt that Jiang Long had kindly provided at one time was torn apart, leaving only a few pieces of fabric stuck in the restraint belt that did not fall.

The carefully sculpted and beautified body appeared in front of his eyes. The tune-teacher subconsciously glanced at the camera and raised his eyebrows, as if sighing silently to Gao Jianxin—what a superb body.

There is no trace of blemishes, the pores are almost zero, the skin color is between ivory white and wheat flour, like condensed pearl essence, delicate and beautiful, and the touch is better than that of women. The tension and toughness unique to men, the harmonious echo of strength and beauty, every curve ups and downs seem to express a seductive invitation without words.

What's even more rare is that the remaining fabrics are like defeated veterans, who are dying and still clinging to the spring of their homeland. The unique tender red on the chest is looming among the ragged cloth strips. -feel.

The moment the whip fell, Qin Zheng's whole body shook, and the gap before the next whip could fully experience the panic magnified to the extreme. Apart from the pain left on the skin by the whip, there was also the icy coldness of the evaporated water, and then The itching quickly occupied the senses, and radiated to the limbs at the speed of electricity, and the sensitivity of the mouse-groin was awakened by a whip.

……

In front of the lens is a magnified electric latex stick, which shows in all directions that it is a blow-tide artifact imitating European and American-size-inch.

"Fuck you!"

Guan Yuli's roaring and roaring did not affect at all the tune-teacher who was addicted to meeting a good body. The masked tune-teacher even pressed the switch without fear of death, and spread the shock of powerful files to the audience in front of the camera. Mode, the next scene, will be the beginning of the invention of the sex-interest-apparatus, the first time it is open to the audience, and the steps are the most clear.

"He copied all the bds-m clubs in the city for me!" Guan Yuli's blood-red eyes stared at the monitor, "Where are people! Where did they all die!?"

From the moment the company’s public mailbox received the video file, Guan Yuli’s staff turned off the function of the mailbox immediately, and tracked down the various download ports within the company. Jiang Long is left.

"Boss Guan."

Guan Yuli, who was resting on the table with both hands, suddenly turned around, Jiang Long trembled in fright.

Guan Yuli's eyes seemed to have substance, and they pierced through Jiang Long's calm disguise like X-rays. When the other party was about to surrender, Guan Yuli said in a deep voice, "Tell me what happened again."

Jiang Long breathed a sigh of relief, and re-explained what he had prepared in advance: "When I was waiting for Mr. Guan, I met Qin Zheng. He said that he had made an appointment to discuss the contract. I couldn't be more angry, so I argued with him a few words. It caught the attention of the service desk, he was very embarrassed at the time, and I just didn't want to see him, so I lent him the card to go to the locker room to change..."

Guan Yuli wished he could pull out his tongue.

Qin Zheng was in the locker room at the time, and this conclusion was undoubtedly cutting his heart with a blunt knife. If Qin Zheng was in pain when he heard his conversation, then he would be in pain at this meeting.